Deciding not to be so judgemental, she decides to approach concerned to her son.
"Fred? Are you alright?"
Said boy jumped, his expression contorting into horror as he realized his mother had to have just saw him inhaling the scent of diapers. Honestly, he didn't know what came over him...
...actually, he does. He...he wants to be babied and spoiled by his mother too, but there's now way he's going to admit that. Turning to his mother, he put the diaper quickly behind his back and tried to come up with an excuse.
"Ah...um...y-yeah! I'm good! I just...er...got curious about the texture of diapers now. Y-you know, just to see if anything has changed or i-improved."
Alyssa knows her son is sweating like crazy and that maybe it wasn't a good idea to say anything. She curls her lips, wondering what she should do. Perhaps just accept her son's reasoning less she embarrasses him further...or...
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