The Potty Training Buddy

[tammie2 30]

The Potty Training Buddy

By Tammie2

I.

“Ohhh, Tom, dear, may I ask you a little favor?â€

Tom looked up from his reading, both surprised and suspicious. Relations between himself and Rita, his wife of almost five years, had been a bit cold lately. Part of it was their ongoing debate, an argument really, about whether to have children. Tom wanted to wait, Rita was hearing her biological clock tick. So far he had prevailed,but he could tell she wasn’t happy and didn’t consider the question resolved. Not that it mattered much lately, though, as they hadn’t had sex in a month.

Rita, he knew, was also upset with him for choosing not to work over the summer. For his first several years as a teacher Tom taught summer school and even picked up a drivers’ education class when it was available. This year, though, he was feeling burned out and couldn’t bear the thought of spending beautiful summer days in a hot classroom with disinterested students and too many nights and weekends grading papers and tests. When it came time to sign up for the summer session, he took a pass. He told Rita he would use the time to work around the house or even learn how to cook, but so far in the first two weeks he had been sleeping late and watching too much television.

His leisure time did not sit well with his wife. Rita had worked hard to establish herself at one of the city’s smaller but better law firms and devoted herself to perfecting her skills. Even after her father had died and left a substantial sum of money to be divided between she and her sister Nora, enough for them to live on if they didn’t spend to excess, she never considered retiring. It wasn’t in her nature to relax and Tom knew without asking that he had better not raise the possibility of leaving his teaching position. She had expressed her displeasure, loudly and often, when he told her of his decision to take the summer off. His failure to follow through on his promise to put his time to good use had not improved matters.

So when Rita approached Tom to ask him a favor, all sugar and spice, warning signals went off in his brain. Warily, he put his magazine down and looked up at his wife. Despite his suspicions, though, he hadn’t seen her smile at him in weeks so he hoped this would be an opportunity to break through the icy atmosphere between them.

“It’s not for me, actually, but for Nora.†Tom groaned inwardly, as he and his sister-in-law had never gotten along. She made no secret of the fact that she thought her little sis could have done better in the mate department. “But if you help her out, I won’t forget it.†As Rita said this, she subtly brushed against Tom’s groin and his dormant member twitched expectedly.

Should he bury his suspicions and take the leap? Tom quickly considered his options. He was tired of the stress and tension permeating his home life and he was getting bored with masturbating to online porn. Rita knew her way around a man’s body and Tom missed the sweaty bedroom sessions with her that used to happen several times a week. And as cold as she had been lately, he suspected that not at least listening to the favor request would bring on arctic temperatures he could only imagine. He involuntarily gave a small shudder.

“Well, I might be able to fit it into my busy schedule,†he replied with a small smile, hoping that a little humor would help. “What does she need?â€

“Oh, thanks, thanks, thanks, my wonderful hubby!†Rita exclaimed with enthusiasm, as she hopped up onto Tom’s lap, her legs wrapping his. She took Tom’s head in her hands, leaned forward and planted a long, deep kiss on her unprepared husband. “I knew you would do it!â€

The unexpected moment of passion threw Tom off balance and it didn’t occur to him that he had never actually said he would do it. Instead, he simply asked again, “What is it?â€

“Well, you know that she has been trying to potty train Sean.†Sean was Nora’s son, who was closing in on three years old and in Tom’s mind was a stubborn little terror. Like mother, like son, he thought. Nora was a single mom and was once the Vice President of something-or-other at a large company. Once she inherited the family money, she quit that job (with quite the golden parachute, he had heard) and started up a consulting business she could run from home while still watching over her son. From the start, it had been extremely successful.

“It hasn’t been easy. Just when she thinks he has the knack of it, he regresses. Nora thinks that part of the problem might be that she doesn’t have a male in the house. That’s where you come in. I’m not quite sure how she wants you to help, but she thought if you could stay over there for two or three days Sean would finally get the point of using the toilet.â€

Tom was ready to feign enthusiasm until he heard the part of actually staying with his sister-in-law, and he tensed up. Sitting on his lap, he knew Rita could feel it and he thought he saw a flash of anger in her eyes. Be a man, he told himself. How bad could it be? And even if it was horrible, the alternative of an angry wife might be even worse. Rita leaned over further, her warm breasts close to his face, her crotch slowly and rhythmically grinding against his own, as she breathlessly whispered into his ear, “and one good deed will certainly be remembered in this house, if you know what I mean.â€

If there was any doubt that Tom would go along, it vanished in that instant. Words would not come out as he focused on the shivers overtaking his body, and all he could manage was a small nod.

“That makes me so happy,†Rita smiled as she got off of her frustrated husband. Reaching down, she patted Tom’s groin and said “remember that thought. For now, let me go tell Nora that we’ll see her in the morning.â€

[Fulldiaper 58]

I sure hope you continue with further installments and we can see where this leads. Please!!

[tammie2 30]

There are 22 chapters. I'll post one about every other day.

[Bigboy85 2]

Wait, 22 chapters every other day would be? hold on il figure it out. there are 24 hours in a day. 60 minutes in an hour and 60 seconds in a minute. So 60 x 24 = 1440. Then 1440 x 2 = 2880. Then 2880 x 22 = 63360. Then 63360/1440=44. So The story will be done in 44 days or 63360 minutes. Thank you public schooling and the smart phone I did the calculations on.

Not funny!

[dlover49 98]

I like it so far. I see lots of potential. Looking forwarrd to more.

[tammie2 30]

II.

Tom laid back sleepily in the passenger seat of the car as Rita drove them to her sister’s home. It was early, and his body had already adapted to the habit of sleeping late. Besides being drowsy, he was uncomfortable from the ache of his overly-filled bladder, which was demanding release. Nora had requested that he not urinate when he got up so that he could be ready to pee when the lessons began, which he had to concede made some sense. Still, he wished that he had let at least a little go before they left. It didn’t help that Rita had made him drink two large glasses of juice with breakfast.

He suddenly realized that Rita had been speaking to him and he turned to look at her. Her gratitude toward him had carried over to the morning and he wanted to keep the momentum going. She probably knew that he was only cooperating because of her promise of sex, but to her credit she didn’t say so. She was almost effusive in her praise of him, but now that he was committed he really didn’t care. He did wonder, though, how anyone could be so energetic at this time of the morning.

“I know it’s early but Nora wanted some time to explain her plans to you before Sean wakes up. And it’s only for two or three days, at the most. I realize that the two of you haven’t always gotten along all that well…,†Tom had to resist rolling his eyes at this understatement, “but this will go a long way toward changing her attitude about you. And even if she doesn’t fully appreciate what you’re doing, I certainly do.â€

Tom was startled at the sudden sincerity in Rita’s voice. He was touched as he saw tears forming in the corner of her eyes and felt immediate guilt at his negative attitude. Despite their recent differences, he still loved his wife deeply and would do anything for her. Even help potty train his nephew. He swore inwardly to remain positive.

“Now, dear, one more thing before we go in. Please listen to Nora and do whatever she asks of you. She’s got far more experience with children that we do and knows what it will take to get through to Sean. We can only imagine her frustration that she can’t get her son to use the toilet. So at least for the next couple of days, she’s the boss, okay?â€

Tom nodded, leaning over to give Rita a soft kiss on the lips. “For you, of course. Anything.†He was gratified to see the happiness in Rita’s face. He would swallow his pride, suppress his dislike of her sister and get the job done. For Rita.

With that matter settled, Tom grabbed his overnight bag and left the car, waving to his wife as she drove off to work. He trudged up the sidewalk and rang the bell

[Fulldiaper 58]

Thank you for wetting our whistles. Please post more to allow for longer enjoyment

[mikejackson999 15]

Interesting premise to say the least. Be interesting to see how it goes considering we know already what is going to happen, but I am intrigued to see how you manage to get it to the point it is going.

Keep it up

[babybb 21]

love the story so far. but just wish longer chapters keep up the good work

[babynicole 3]

please continue

[tammie2 30]

III.

The door opened almost immediately, revealing a tall, striking brunette. Nora was similar to her sister in many ways, including her lean, athletic body and her bright, piercing eyes. Tom hated to admit that she was sexy given his feelings toward her. Still, he felt himself staring at her with a sort of suppressed longing. Damn it, he thought, I must really be desperate for sex to even consider this witch in that way. He was jolted from his reverie when Rita broke the silence with a fierce whisper.

“You’re late.†Tom bit his lip to prevent himself from saying something he would regret later. “Come on, we have to get you ready before Sean wakes up.â€

Tom followed Nora up the stairs and into the master bathroom, following her instructions to tread quietly so as not to wake up her son. Once they were in the bathroom with the door closed, however, he used the opportunity to address the woman with whom he would have to live for the next day or two.

“What do you mean, ‘get ready’?,†he asked. “I thought all I was going to do was show the kid how to stand up in front of the toilet and pee like a man. You know, lend a male perspective to the whole potty thing.â€

“Wherever did you get that idea?†Nora retorted with a derisive snort. “Sean’s not a dumb kid; he knows how to pee. It’s not rocket science. What is it about men that they think that standing up and pointing their noodle at the toilet bowl is some big accomplishment? If I wanted to demonstrate that to him, I could have had any one of my dates do that. Your role is going to be a bit different.â€

The confusion on Tom’s face was apparent, and Nora looked at him with exasperation before sighing and going on. “You are going to be his potty training buddy, going through everything that he is going through. Even at his young age, Sean is a very competitive kid. On his own, he is stubborn enough to resist using the toilet. If there’s a contest involved, though, he will commit to winning, even to the point of humiliating his opponent. He won’t want you to beat him at potty training. He will stop wetting his pants if it kills him.â€

“Are you out of your mind?†Tom was in shock and stared at the crazy woman in disbelief. “For one thing, there’s no way that he will ever believe that I don’t already know how to use the toilet. I might be a bit small for an adult, but there’s no way I can pass as a child.â€

“You’d be surprised what children accept with a simple explanation. All I’ll need to tell him is that you’re four years old. To a boy who’s not even three yet, anybody older than him he thinks of as a ‘big kid.’ Your height will become irrelevant in his mind. Other factors, though, he wouldn’t dismiss so easily.â€

Tom was reluctant to ask, but he had no choice. “What other factors?â€

“What you wear, for one thing. Little boys don’t wear designer jeans and a buttoned shirt. We will have to dress you in something more age-appropriate. Don’t worry, I’ve got a couple of outfits that I special-ordered. But there’s something else we need to do first. There’s no way he would ever accept that a four-year-old has body hair. We have to shave you, everything from the neck down. Now strip.â€

Tom stood frozen, stunned. His natural reaction was to not only refuse, but to make sure this bossy bitch knew that he wouldn’t give in to her stupid demands even if they were related. But a vision of Rita’s loving face, and her seemingly genuine pride and thankfulness for what he was doing, gave him pause just long enough for him to also realize that he had to focus on the sexual prize at the end of this debacle, no matter how embarrassing. He reached for the buckle of his jeans.

Tom put his shoes and socks in the corner of the bathroom, then folded his jeans and shirt before adding them to the pile. He stood, red-faced, in front of his sister-in-law in just his boxers. Nora stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Good heavens, Tommie, there’s no point in being modest. Do you remember that the whole point of this exercise involves going to the bathroom? That means your pee-pee will be the center of attention and will be getting a lot of exposure to both Sean and myself. Besides, when I said all of your hair had to go, I meant all of your hair.â€

When Tom was slow to react, Nora bent over and pulled his underwear down to his ankles, telling him sternly to step out. He did so, then upon her direction stood, naked and feeling ridiculous, in the bathtub. Nora filled a small plastic tub with warm water, produced a can of women’s shaving cream, and got to work.

Tom tried his best to avert his eyes as Nora quickly took care of what little hair he had on his chest. He almost said something when she had him lift his arms to shave his armpits, as the full impact of what she was doing began to sink in. No one at the gym would notice the difference on his chest, but how many men had no hair under their arms? The same thought pulsed even harder in his brain as she moved down his arms, then began on his legs. He had mistakenly convinced himself that this disaster would be over in a couple of days, but now he had to face the fact that regressing his body to a more childlike state would keep him denude of hair until it could grow back. He would be as smooth as a woman.

During the process, Tom attempted to remain stoic and pretend he was somewhere else, but despite his efforts he couldn’t help but notice the perfume Nora had on and he liked its femininity. In addition, Nora had her hands all over him, grabbing and moving his limbs, and she didn’t seem shy about the times her breasts pressed up against him as she took a close look at where she was working. He sighed in relief when she finished his legs, grateful that the process had come to a close. He almost jumped out of the tub, then, when Nora grabbed his penis.

“Stand still there, little boy, unless you are ready to become a little girl,†Nora growled. “This isn’t any more pleasant for me than it is for you.â€

On the contrary, Tom was finding her touch uncomfortably erotic. Under almost any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have found his sister-in-law at all sexually attractive. The combination of her touch, the perfume and the weeks it had been since he had had sexual release, though, began to have an unfortunate effect. Try as he might, Tom could not prevent becoming hard as Nora kept her hand on his penis, moving it side to side as she shaved his groin.

“What do you think this is, some sort of brothel? Let me make this clear, Tommie. For the next few days you are a toddler, years from puberty. Any sexual activity, including erections, are forbidden. Do you understand?â€

Despite Nora’s anger, Tom could not force himself to soften. There’ll be a day, he thought, when I’ll need a pill to get it up. What can he do now when he needs it to go down?

“Okay, look, if you’re not going to take care of it yourself, we have to get this thing back to normal size as soon as possible. Sean will be awake soon and we still have to get you dressed. Don’t think I’m enjoying this one bit.†As she spoke, Nora began to stroke Tom vigorously, using the shaving cream as an impromptu lubricant. Tom wanted to tell her to stop, that he would do it himself, but the electric feeling of her handjob easily overcame his shame. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and quickly exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm.

When Tom began to come back down, he opened his eyes to find that Nora was gone. He found a washcloth, cleaned himself up a bit, and was just finishing when she re-entered the bathroom carrying a pile of clothes.

Nora first looked Tom in the eyes then glanced down at his crotch. “Well, that’s better. When it’s flaccid it’s about the same size as Sean’s. We won’t have any more issues down there, I hope?â€

Tom shook his head, sure he was blushing from head to toe. He prayed that Nora’s own feelings about what had just happened matched his own, and that she would never to her dying day tell her sister about this little incident.

“Now then, it’s time to get dressed. First, though, we have to be clear. For as long as you are here under my roof, you are a child. A young child. You have to rid yourself of all adult behavior. That means you won’t have access to your cell phone and you have to think and act like any other four-year-old. No football games or adult shows, in fact no television at all unless I allow it. Limit your vocabulary—no big words. You will be eating what Sean eats, and if he takes a nap you take a nap. He needs to believe that you and he are equals. Do you understand?â€

Tom nodded. He should have expected this after their earlier conversation, but hadn’t thought that far ahead. Looking back later, he wondered if this was the last point at which he could have rebelled. Not that it mattered. His inappropriate sexual attraction to Nora made him exceptionally compliant out of fear that she would use it against him if he didn’t play along.

Nora looked for signs of dissent, satisfied herself that there were none, then continued. “You will be called ‘Tommie,’ and I am your Aunt Nora or ‘Auntie.’ I don’t want to see any misbehavior out of you. At your new age, you don’t even think twice about not obeying an adult. Is that clear?â€

Tom nodded again. He started to ask a question that had formed in his mind, but was cut off by Nora before he could get it out.

“Good. Now let’s get you dressed and downstairs so that you can be ready to go when Sean gets up.†As she spoke, Nora pulled out a pair of underpants, held them at Tom’s feet and told him to step in. As he protested that he could dress himself, Nora sharply reminded him that he was not old enough to do so and that from now on she would pick what he wore and dress him herself.

She pulled the underwear up his legs, adjusted the waist and leg areas and quietly let out a grunt of satisfaction at their fit. Tom immediately noticed how thick they were compared to what he normally wore, and put his hand between his legs to confirm the padding that forced his legs apart in an unnatural way. Looking down, he was startled to see that his underpants had cartoon characters all over them.

“Why the surprise, Tommie? I told you that you would be dressing just like Sean. He’s in training pants, so you are in training pants. His have superheroes on them. He will probably think yours are a bit girly.â€

Tom bit his tongue. He began to wonder how much of this Rita knew but chose not to tell him, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. He began to silently chant a mantra…just a couple days, just a couple days.

He lifted his arms as Nora pulled a striped t-shirt over his head, then stepped into a pair of pale green overalls. Nora slapped his hand away as he instinctively went to button them, then stood impatiently as she tightened the straps. She pushed his shoulders down until he sat on the toilet, and she completed his outfit by putting a pair of white socks on his feet, folding them down from the top. He was ready.

Nora opened the door of the bathroom but as she began to exit, Tom finally found his voice. “Um, Nora..I mean Auntie†he corrected in response to her sharp look, “we never talked about what you want me to do here. I mean, I assume that Sean will see me using the potty, so he won’t want to fall behind me and he’ll use it too. Is that about it?â€

Nora stared at Tom for a long moment, then a small smile worked its way around her mouth. “No, Tommie,†she said softly, “that’s not it at all. I told you that Sean will see this as a contest to see who can get potty trained first. I expect you to lose.â€

[babybb 21]

loved the new chapter. please keep it coming

[Rockies Fan in Diapers 74]

Wow, I like this story! Please do Continue,

Rockies Fan

[Fulldiaper 58]

Wow, looking forward to additonal chapters. Hopefully Nora will sabotage Tommie, so Sean can win

Please do continue!

[babybruce 4]

Great work. I can't wait to see what happens. I bet he finds out what happens if he dis-obeys.

Thanks

[stephykate 4]

Very well written it really seems like you've put some good thought into this. Looking forward to more!

[nautybaby 1]

No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die. -- Auric Goldfinger

[kirababy 8]

what a great story! loving the plot and setting - great twist too!

[Forced2wet 38]

Extremely well written and shows lots of promise to become the next classic AB story. Can't wait to read the next instalment.

[diaperedcoach 2]

This is a great story. I can't what to see how Tommie gets farther regressed as the potty buddy for his nephew and to see how his life changes forever with his wife. This we teach Tommie he should have worked this summer....

[DaddyMatt194 0]

Can't wait for more XD

[tammie2 30]

IV.

For a moment, Tom wasn’t sure he had heard Nora correctly. Even after her words sunk in, the reality of what she was telling him to do wouldn’t register. “Surely you can’t be serious,†he finally blurted out. “That would mean that you, I mean that I, I mean…†He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“That’s right, Tommie,†Nora said in response to his blubbering, her smile now broad and mocking. “You will have to piss your pants. And not just once; repeatedly. I know how my son’s mind works. If you both use the potty, his competitive nature will push him on at first so that he will keep doing so to try to keep even with you. But like most toddlers, his attention span is limited and he discourages easily, so it wouldn’t be long before he becomes bored or loses hope of winning. There’s a good chance he would give up. When he feels like he’s winning, though, he wants to thoroughly trounce his opponent. He would refuse to wet himself and would become toilet trained quickly just to show you that he can do it but you can’t. The novelty of your failures would also keep him focused. That, and once he sees the consequences of an accident he would try to avoid that at all costs.â€

Tom was so focused on the fact that he was being told to wet his pants that he almost missed the implication of Nora’s last words. “Wait a minute, what do you mean by ‘consequences’?â€

“Don’t worry about that now, we have to get moving. I hear Sean moving around downstairs and we need to be there when he comes out of his room. Now, I’ve already explained to him about the contest so he won’t be surprised to see you here and we won’t need to waste any more time. We’ll head straight for the potty for round one. He will go first, and I expect he will be successful. Then you will have your turn, and you will not pee a single drop into that potty, do you understand? Then after I re-dress you, I expect an accident right away. Let’s go.â€

Tom considered resisting. All he wanted to do was rewind to the night before and find a way to gently tell his wife that her sister was psychotic and that she was asking too much of him to do this “little†favor. With Nora tugging at his arm, though, he didn’t have the time to think the situation through, to weigh the pros and cons of calling a halt to this nonsense. The only image that popped up was that of an incensed Rita calling him on the carpet for ejaculating in front of her sister and banning him from their bed for life.

Subdued and defeated, he followed Nora down the stairs.

V.

Sean was just emerging from the nursery when Nora and Tom met up with him. He was in his cowboy pajamas and Tom noticed the bulge around his nephew’s midsection. Probably training pants, Tom thought to himself, just like the ones I am wearing. Secretly, he hoped that Sean had soaked himself during the night and would let his mom know that he had no intention of being forced to use the toilet. Tom could then go home and forget this ever happened. Nora’s praise for his dry night, though, quickly dashed that hope.

“Sean, you remember that I told you that Aunt Rita’s boy Tommie would be staying with us for a few days so that you can try to learn to use the potty together. Say ‘hi’ to your cousin.†Sean gave a shy wave in Tom’s direction, which Tom returned. “We’re going to start the contest to see who can do better right away, and don’t forget that the winner will get a prize.â€

Tom watched as Sean’s eyes lit up at the mention of the prize. He waited to see if Sean showed any signs that he recognized Tom as his uncle, an adult who had visited him regularly since he was born. There was none. Tom wondered if Nora was right, that despite his size what Sean saw was an overgrown boy dressed in little kid clothing, with bulky training pants similar to his own, a rival in the competition for a prize. If there was any chance that Sean would recognize him for who he really was, and put a stop to this charade, it passed when Sean accepted him as a child. Tom sighed and moved after mother and son to the living room, where a small baby potty sat in the center of the room on top of a rubber sheet.

Until this moment, Tom had been in denial about certain aspects of what was about to occur. He had envisioned the group doing their business in the bathroom toilet; while it should have been obvious, he had never even considered that he would be sitting on a potty chair. He viewed the offending object skeptically. The base was white plastic and was topped with a bright green seat and yellow back. A white bowl sat expectantly in the seat, waiting for the results of a successful sitting. Tom almost overlooked the tiny splash guard that had been added to help an inexperienced boy get everything inside. How in the world will I ever be able to use that, he wondered. Then he remembered. It didn’t really matter if he didn’t fit in such a way as to urinate into the bowl. He wouldn’t be using it for that for now.

Nora kneeled down next to the potty chair and helped pull Sean’s pajama bottoms down. Tom saw with disappointment that his nephew’s training pants were, as Nora had said, more masculine than his own. Rocket ships and astronauts competed for space and, as Tom had suspected, were all as dry as a bone. Nora pushed the training pants to the floor as Sean sat on the seat.

“Now boys, even though you both want to win, I expect you to root each other on and to be happy whenever one of you uses the potty like a big boy. Tommie, sit down here on the other side of the potty chair while Sean takes his turn. Each of you will have 15 minutes to try to go. Good luck, Sean. Tommie said he doesn’t think you can do it, but I know you can.â€

Tom looked at Nora crossly, but realized that it was all part of her plan to get Sean to try harder. As he sat and watched Sean scrunch up his face in a comical effort to pee, he started to fidget. All of the fluids he drank earlier and the fact that he wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom in the morning were catching up to him. As the minutes passed, he concentrated on not having a genuine accident. What did it matter, though? If he was going to wet himself anyway, relieving the pressure by dribbling just a little bit wouldn’t make any difference. Tom relaxed and allowed the tiniest bit of urine to escape.

Just as he did so, the sound of fluids hitting the bottom of the potty chair’s bowl filled the air. Tom was so startled that he lost his concentration and started to pee himself. He quickly glanced down and was relieved to discover that he remained dry on the outside.

Nora was clearly delighted at her son’s success. She clapped her hands, made sure that Tom joined in the applause, and then gave Sean a big hug. Sean beamed as Nora pulled up his training pants. It might have been his imagination, but Tom thought the little brat gave him a “see if you can top that†kind of look as he vacated the chair.

“Great job, Sean. You are on your way to becoming such a big boy! Okay, Tommie, now it is your turn. Come over to Auntie. Sean, you sit where your cousin was.â€

Tom stood up and shuffled over to Nora, who slowly unbuckled the straps of his overalls, pulling them down to the floor. As she followed suit with his underpants, Nora stopped before they passed his knees, squeezed the crotch with her fingers, and bent over to sniff the fabric.

“It seems like someone already had some problems staying dry.†Although Nora was speaking in an even tone, Tom could see the smirk on her face. “That’s all right, Tommie, I know using the potty is a very hard thing to do. Sean and I will still let you try, though, won’t we Sean?â€

Tom could tell that Sean sensed a chance to pull out in front of the contest, but reluctantly nodded his head in agreement with his mom. Nora finished pulling Tom’s training pants down, but not before plugging her nose in mock disgust. She gently pushed Tom on the shoulders until he sat on the potty. He instinctively went to adjust himself so that his penis would be aimed into the deflector shield, but Nora beat him to it. Rather than getting aroused when she touched him this time, he felt himself shrink in embarrassment.

“I’m setting the timer now, Tommie. Try to concentrate and think about peeing in the potty like a big boy, not in your panties like a little baby.â€

In fact, Tom had to focus hard on not peeing into the potty. His bladder remained full, the aroma of Sean’s urine, still in the bowl, triggered his already-urgent desire to empty it, and it was difficult to resist nature’s call. How ironic, he thought, that while all appearances indicated he was training to use the toilet, he was trying to teach himself not to.

Tom tried to avoid looking at Nora. While she muttered encouragement, her eyes were full of mischievous glee, which angered him. Best not to get upset, though. Keep your eye on the prize. He glanced over at Sean, who made no attempt to support Tom’s efforts. The prize you will get for winning, Tom thought, can’t be nearly as good as what I will get for losing. He momentarily forgot his situation as he daydreamed of sex with his wife.

He was brought out of his reverie with the jarring sound of an alarm. “I’m afraid time’s up, Tommie,†he heard Nora say. “That’s okay, not everyone can do it on their first try, can they Sean? Let’s get you dressed and we can try again in a little while.â€

Tom thought he heard Nora snicker as she pulled up his damp underpants. As she buckled his straps, she leaned over close to his ear and whispered, “Hope you saved some for the main act here, baby. It’s time for you to put on a show.â€

Nora finished dressing Tom and began to walk toward the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder with an expectant look. Sean toddled behind Nora, his mind on getting some breakfast. Tom took a breath, imagined himself standing in front of a toilet, and let his bladder go. The relief was tremendous.

It was only a moment before he heard Nora shriek. Sean turned around and gawked, then giggled as he pointed at Tom.

“Mommy, Tommie wet his pants. Tommie wet his pants.â€

While Sean gleefully pointed out Tom’s accident over and over, Tom glanced down to survey the damage. His pants were positively soaked, from the crotch on down the insides of both of his legs. A growing pool of yellow gathered on the rubber sheet as the stream of urine gradually diminished to drops. Tom’s initial pleasure at relieving the pain in his bladder quickly turned to discomfort at the cooling, smelly fabric clinging to his legs, and the odd pride he had felt in accomplishing his mission vanished as well.

Tom looked up, away from the scene of his accident and past his gleeful nephew, at Nora, whose face was blazing with fury as she stormed in Tom’s direction.

“Oh my God,†thought Tom, “what have I done?â€

[Fulldiaper 58]

Awesome, simply awesome. Please do continue

[Rockies Fan in Diapers 74]

Bravo, Excellent! I think the title of this story could have also been "Potty Training Buddy" err uh "Potty Untraining Buddy" since Untraining him is what it sounds like Tom is headed for. In any event please continue,

Rockies Fan.

[Forced2wet 38]

Another great installment.

Here's hoping that Nora changes Tommie into a proper disposable or cloth diaper complete with plastic pants