Merle had been shopping all day. She visited over a dozen stores and spent a great deal of money to get what she had to. She didn't want to go into any of them but she couldn't help herself. As she drove home, her minivan was full of packages. She was crying.

Backing into the driveway, Merle parked the van. She pulled out a tissue and dried her tears.

She walked around the mini-van, opened up the rear gate, and fetched one of the packages. It was a large bulky bag. She carried it into the house and put it by the couch where it was partially hidden.

"James," Merle called out. "I need you to help me get stuff out of the van."

James was Merle's fourteen-year-old son. He was playing Borderlands 3 on his PS4. Hhe was in the middle of the game and didn't want to go. But when his mother called again, he paused the game and came down.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"I need you to help me carry in the stuff from the minivan," Merle told him. There was something in his mother's voice that didn't sound right. James didn't ask about it though. He left the house, walked to the minivan. The gate was already down and picked up one of the shopping bags. The back of the van was indeed full.

"Where should I put this?"

"Over there," Merle pointed out a spot.

Then the pair went to the van together to get more packages. There were all sorts of things. Some of the packages contained clothing, some had posters, there was a bag that contained jars of something. James didn't look into the bags to find out what was in them. He just wanted to finish helping Mom and return to his game.

When the last bag was retrieved, Mom asked James to "Take off your clothes."

Some of the clothing in the shopping bag must be for him. Maybe some new school clothes. It didn't matter.

"Can we do this later?"

"No, now."

"James took off his -shirt and jeans. He was left in socks and his briefs.

"I said take it all off."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

As James was pulling off his underwear, Merle was reaching into one of the bigger bags. She found a large mat and placed it on the floor.

"Lie down on that."

"What? Why should I do..." James first got down onto his knees and then turned over to lie on the mat. He didn't want to do it. He didn't mean to do it. He realized that he couldn't help himself.

Merle was facing away when she said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. There isn't anything I can do."

Merle pulled out a large plastic container that contained 18 diapers. James who was laying on his back on the floor was staring at his mother. He saw the diapers. He wasn't sure what they were while in its packaging.

Merle continued to rummage in the bag and got a couple of other items. Then she ripped up the package of diapers and pulled on out. Now that James could see it, he knew what they were. The disposable diaper was pale pink in color and it had a farm animal design on it.

"You're not going to make me wear that?" James called out loudly.

Continuing Merle said, "I don't want to do this. You have to believe me. It's just making me sick." Her eyes started to tear again. "But I can't help it." She approached James who was still on the mat. He was trying to get up, but he couldn't. It wasn't that he was paralyzed, he just couldn't force himself to sit up.

She put the diaper down and opened the jar of baby wipes. She pulled a couple out of the jar. Then she bent down and cleaned off James' privates and the rest of his crotch.

"Turn over," she asked.

James couldn't help but do as she commanded.

Merle took out another couple of wipes and washed James' ass. She even cleaned his butt hole.

James heard a whoosh and felt something hitting his butt. Merle smoothed the baby powder over the rest of his ass. Then she made him turn over and did the same with his crotch. She made sure that powder was spread all over.

"Lift your tushie!"

James raised his butt. He started to scream, "Stop, Stop! You can't do this to me!!!"

Merle produced a pacifier that James didn't know she had and placed it into his mouth. His lips closed upon it and he couldn't help but suck. He was now silenced from speaking anymore. But his eyes pleaded with his mother.