Jon was confused when he woke up. The last thing he remembered was snuggling up beside Sarah on the couch last night. She was rubbing his back and soothing him. She must have put him into his crib after he had fallen asleep and he had slept most of the night through judging by the light peaking in from behind his curtains. Jon had kicked his covers off in his sleep but he wasn't at all cold. As he started to get used to his surrounding again he looked down at what he was wearing. He was dressed in a soft pink onesie with long sleeves and built in feet. It felt so soft on his skin and he had to admit it was very comfortable. He ran his hands down the front of it, feeling the soft material rubbing against his stomach. When his hands went further down between his legs he felt a very soggy, heavy diaper under the onesie. This upset him a little bit. He had gained some glimmer of hope recently that he could start to control his wetting but that seemed as far from happening as ever now. The diaper was starting to make him uncomfortable so he decided to call for Biff to come and change him. The side of the crib was too high for him to get out himself so he had no other choice.
He started to quietly call Biff hoping he was already awake. In his chirpy, babyish voice he called, "Mommy... Mommy... Diaper... Mommy." He did this for a few minutes but heard no indication that he had been heard. Jon's emotions had been getting the better of him these last few days and it seemed as soon as he started to feel any kind of emotion they had instantly ramped up to 10. If he thought something was funny, he started giggling uncontrollably. When he felt hungry, he thought he was starving. And now, he started to worry that maybe Biff hadn't even come home last night. He instantly started to panic and felt some tears rolling down his cheek. Deep down Jon knew he shouldn't panic. He tried to internally reason with himself to calm down but without any control over it he heard loud, babyish cries bursting out of his mouth. He continued to cry like this for a few minutes, unable to stop himself. He didn't have to wait long as soon enough he heard Biff call in his melodic voice from the other room that he was coming. Jon started to calm down a little and he felt his emotions flip instantly to joy when he saw Biff skipping into the room. He giggled and clapped his hands when he saw Biff and he let out a loud, joyous, "Mommy." He was watching Biff as he came in. Biff was dressed in a pink nightie and his unsupported boobs jiggled and bounced as he hurried in the door. His hips had a very feminine sway to them as he walked.
Biff reached down and plucked Jon up with ease. He held him tight, with Jon's head pressed right into his chest. He was soothing him with warm words and reassuring him that he was here for him. Biff could feel the weight of Jon's diaper and knew that that was the source of his sadness. He placed Jon down on the changing table and started to unbutton the legs of his onesie. He gently pulled Jon's legs out and holding them up, removed the soaked diaper. He reached over Jon to grab a clean diaper and Jon got a birds eye view of Biff's swinging bosom. Jon's diaper had leaked a little bit so Biff suggested he have a quick bath to get ready for the day. Biff didn't bother putting the clean diaper on, saving it for after the bath. Instead he picked up a naked Jon and held him on his hip as he made his way into the bathroom to run a bath.
