Biff sat down on the couch and crossed his legs high above his knees. He sat looking around, with his raised foot bobbing up and down.
Jon didn't want to sit down on his wet diaper so instead he walked around the room and looked into the playpen at the toys that were in there. He picked up a fairly well worn teddy of a bunny rabbit and looked at it. "Kinda nice," he thought to himself. He was going to put it back but something was stopping him. Instead he held it tight in his arms and turned back towards Biff. Biff had been watching him the whole time but was not judging him. Who knew what other crazy changes might be at work here.
Biff could tell something was bothering Jon and he just came out with it. "Jon, is something bothering you? You're kind of fidgety and look uncomfortable."
Initially, Jon was too embarrassed to say anything but then he just came out with it, "No, I'm not OK. When I heard you in the bathroom, something happened to me that hasn't happened to me in years. I wet my pants. If I wasn't wearing this diaper I'd have been left standing in a puddle. I think whatever is going on here is affecting us in ways we haven't even realised yet."
Biff replied in a motherly tone that even he was surprised to hear, "Oh Jon, don't be embarrassed or afraid to tell me these things. We'll get through this together, OK? I'm here for you and want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go upstairs and see if you can change your own diaper and I'll sort out some breakfast for us both?"
Jon sheepishly agreed and made his way back upstairs to his room. Inside he found a clean diaper and a pack of wipes. He was confident he could do it himself to save any further embarrassment. He would have loved to find a pair of regular underwear but who knows how long he'd go without soaking them too. He removed his soiled diaper, gave his crotch a good clean with a few wipes and put them in the trash. Getting a new diaper on was a bit more of a challenge and when he thought he had cracked it he stood up and the diaper just fell down to the ground with the straps open. He picked up the diaper and no longer feeling the same sense of modesty he used to have he marched down to the kitchen wearing the vest but naked below that, diaper in hand, ready to ask Biff for help.
