Andrew stared in horrified fascination as Becky removed Joey’s dirty disposable diaper and lifted his legs to wipe the muck from his messy bottom. Joey quieted a little, stopping his crying as the dirty diaper was removed and then he started to whimper unabated through the rest of the process. Once she had him reasonably clean, she dropped the used baby wipe in the middle of the diaper and pulled it from beneath him. Then she took another wipe and finished cleaning him before she lowered his behind to the plastic pad. Joey squirmed a bit on the plastic pad uncomfortably while he waited for his ex-wife/Mommy to finish changing him. Becky checked several packages of diapers on the shelves before she found the right size for Joey, then she took a disposable diaper from one of the plastic bags of Pampers and opened it up, then lifted Joey’s feet once more in one hand while she slid the diaper beneath his bottom. Becky lifted his ankles once more as she opened a jar of nursery vaseline and gave the area behind his tiny testicles and the crack between his cheeks a quick coating of the sweet-scented goo. Then she sprinkled a light coat of baby powder on his pubes before drawing the diaper up between his legs and fastening the tapes on each side. Once she was done, she picked up Joey into her arms and signaled Krystyn that it was Andrew’s turn.

 

As Becky moved out of the way for Krystyn to pass with her charge, Andrew quailed at the thought of having his diaper changed like Joey. Krystyn laid him gently down on the plastic mat and proceeded to pull the tapes back from his diaper. Andrew was intensely uncomfortable on the mat, Joey’s presence had left a thin film of perspiration and tears on the mat where his shoulder blades and the small of his back had touched it as Becky had lifted his legs and rolled him back during the diaper change. As a result, the mat was both damp in spots and stuck to his skin wherever else he touched the plastic surface. Andrew tried to wriggle himself into a less unpleasant position, but the tacky surface of the plastic adhered to the skin of upper arms and prevented him from shifting his position on the pad. Somehow laying in another infant’s sweat on the changing pad made his fate that much more humiliating.