Tricked into Diapers Chapters 15, 16 and 17

This story is written by tammie2

XV.

The summer seemed endless. Finally, one morning Nancy came in with some news. “Only three weeks until you go home, young man. I don’t think your mother would appreciate it if she had to start all over with you. It’s a big task, but I think we’ll be able to potty train you on time.”
Tom wasn’t sure how to react to this news. As badly as he wanted to get out of diapers, the prospect of a humiliating toilet training frightened him. He somehow had assumed that one day Nancy would simply end his torture by removing his diaper and handing him his clothes. Sadly, he realized that his control had deteriorated so much that he seldom even knew he was wetting or soiling himself until he felt he diaper bunch between his legs or press against his bottom. The chance of accidents at home, though, scared him even more than the humiliation of potty training.
No sooner had he convinced himself that toilet training wasn’t such a bad idea, however, than Nancy entered the room with a grotesque-looking potty chair. The seat was almost adult-sized, but it sat barely eight inches off of the ground. Beneath the hole in the seat rested a rounded pink plastic bowl. The back of the chair had little lambs and ducks dancing in the rain pasted to it. Tom couldn’t take his eyes off this monstrosity. He was big enough to use the regular toilet and began to say so to Nancy.
“Don’t be nervous, Tommie,” Nancy said sternly, ignoring his protests. “You’re not ready to start using the big-boy potty yet. First we have to keep track of your toilet habits.”
As she spoke, Nancy lifted up a very large cardboard poster board titled “Tommy’s Potty Chart.” The whole next week had been marked out on one side, with the time written in 15-minute intervals along the top. A felt-tip marker dangled from a string in one corner. Nancy hung the chart on the wall above Tom’s changing table.
“From now on, we’ll keep close track of every time you go pee-pee or poo-poo, baby. That way we’ll know when to put you on the potty with the best chance of success. Conditioning should take care of it from there. Of course…” here Tom could hear the smirk in her voice, “we’ll have to check your diaper much more often.
When she finished speaking, Nancy came over and put her hand down the front of Tom’s blue plastic panties. “Oh, my, aren’t you wet this morning. Time for a change.”
As she put Tom down on the changing table, Nancy leaned over and took the marker in her hand. Tom cringed as he watched her write next to the 8:30 a.m. entry , in large letters, “SOAKED.”
That whole week, Nancy and Lisa took every opportunity to check Tom’s condition, either by putting a hand or finger inside his panties or sniffing his crotch and bottom. At times, they checked him every ten or fifteen minutes. Any pride he may have had left vanished. If that wasn’t bad enough, his potty chart began to fill with notes and comments about when he was wet or soiled and even the amount of pee or poop each time. Lying in his crib, looking at the chart that revealed his most intimate functions, the humiliation was immense.
It was a great relief when Nancy announced that his training would begin. Lisa and Nancy each lifted Tom up from the crib, lowered his panties and diapers, and for the first time sat him on the potty chair. His knees came up to his shoulders and he had to squeeze onto the slightly undersized seat. It dawned on him that he hadn’t sat on a toilet seat for over three months.
“Come on, little Tommie, you can do it. Let’s hear a little tinkle for Mommy and Auntie Lisa.” Tom looked up at Lisa as she taunted him. He was sure she had deliberately chosen to wear a revealing halter top and short skirt as a tease. It seemed like years since she had moaned with pleasure at his passion. Now she saw his penis mainly as a tool that needed her help to urinate.
Tom wanted to pee, but the two women hovering over him urging him on and occasionally directing his penis down into the potty was too much. The embarrassment seemed to dry him up.
After five minutes or so, Nancy gave up. “Ok, baby, we’ll try again later. Let’s get those didies back on.” As Tom stood up and turned back toward the changing table, the release or tension relaxed his bladder. Within seconds, a gusher of pee streamed from him, soaking Nancy and leaving a puddle on the floor. Tom was horrified as Nancy glared at him, speechless, and Lisa howled with laughter.
“Man, he really got you that time! Are you sure he can’t control himself?” Lisa gasped, breathless with glee. Nancy said nothing as she cleaned Tom up, put a fresh diaper on and then placed him back into the crib. Five minutes later, a more solemn Lisa entered the room with a bucket and mop.

XVI.

Tom lay in the crib for half a day without being changed or placed on the potty. Nancy entered the room with bottles of formula but never spoke. Tom was too scared to say anything.
Finally, Nancy came in and stood by the side of the crib. She looked calm and spoke softly. “I shouldn’t have been angry earlier. Once I calmed down, I realized that you couldn’t have done that on purpose. You have no more control of your eliminations than any 12-month old. Now, what do you say we take off that smelly diaper and try the potty again?”
Tom nodded eagerly. As soon as he sat on the potty, he heard the tinkling of urine hitting the plastic guard and trickling into the bowl. He looked down, astonished and pleased. Nancy beamed and even bent down and kissed him. She took a silver star from her pocket and put it on his potty chart. “Gold is for BMs,” she told him, smiling. Tom was smiling, too, as Nancy re-diapered him, never once reflecting on how foolish he would have felt three months earlier at being proud of peeing into a bowl.
Within three days, Tom’s chart began to get more stars, silver and gold, than anything else. The women had begun to write “ACCIDENT” in big letters whenever he used his diapers, and the embarrassment of looking at these entries on the chart gave him even more incentive to regain control of his toilet habits.
When the chart finally began to show only two or three accidents daily, Nancy presented Tom with several pairs of brightly-colored training pants. Tom was so pleased to be out of diapers that he didn’t even complain that some of the panties were pink while others had little slogans stitched on the front or back, like “Slippery When Wet ” and “The Devil Made Me Do It.”
Tom’s freedom began to increase as he moved around the house, unencumbered by the thick cloth diapers he had worn for so long. He was permitted to walk, not crawl, and he began to feel more like an adult each day, with one notable exception. Whenever he felt the urge to go to the bathroom, he wasn’t allowed to go to the toilet on his own. He had to tell Nancy or Lisa, and then either bring the potty chair to them or have them go with him to the nursery.
One day shortly after his training began, Tom sat watching television when Sherry, Nancy’s friend, dropped by. Tom was able to ignore the chatter for awhile, but then felt an urgent need to urinate. He glanced at Sherry, hoping she would leave. Showing no indication that she would be departing soon, he got up and whispered in Nancy’s ear.
“Well, then, go get the potty chair and bring it here,” Nancy said in a loud voice. “And you’d better hurry, so that we don’t have a repeat of your accident this morning.”
Tom blushed as he ran up the stairs and got the potty chair. Returning to the living room, he avoided Sherry’s eyes as he set the chair on the rubber sheet Nancy had spread out on the floor. He stood still as Nancy undid his jeans and pulled them to his ankles, revealing pink training panties with white lacy trim. Tom quickly sat on the potty. Nancy kneeled beside him and held his penis in a downward position. No sooner had she done this than Tom’s bladder released, and the familiar splatter of pee onto plastic sounded loudly in the room.
“How wonderful!” Tom heard Sherry say, then cringed as the woman came up next to him. “You’ve grown up so much. It seems like only yesterday you were suckling from my breast in your dirty, smelly diapers. Now you’re wearing such pretty big-girl panties. Stand up and let me see.”
As Tom stood, a light odor of the yellow puddle beneath him rose to his nose. Nancy took the bowl out and showed it to Sherry, who gushed at the progress the “little baby” had made. As Nancy left the room to empty the bowl into the toilet, Tom stood before Sherry with his panties and jeans still at his ankles. He would be spanked if he pulled them up himself.
Sherry smiled at Tom’s awkward condition. “Let me help you,” she said. “My, these are pretty panties. Let’s check them, shall we? Let’s see, the front and crotch are dry, although I believe those little yellow stains show that you’re not quite a big girl yet. And, oh dear. You’ve soiled these panties recently, haven’t you? It’s so hard to get all those panty stains clean in the wash. You really should do better.”
Tom stood silently as Sherry buckled his pants, ignoring her comments about his still being a long way from ready to have the boys get into his panties. As she finished, Nancy entered the room. Tom fled to the laughter of the two women, more determined than ever to regain total control.

XVII.

Tom beamed when, only one day before his mother arrived to pick him up, he made it back into his own underwear and clothes. He hadn’t had an accident for almost two days. He felt confident and cocky, especially when Nancy and Lisa sat with him for an hour coming up with a story of how Tom spent his summer that he could use on his mother and his friends back home.
Tom ran to his mother’s car when she came to pick him up, anxious to leave and to return to some level of normalcy. He was disappointed when she berated him for his rude behavior and had him come back inside for a drink of tea with Nancy before they left. Finally, they were packed and on the road.
Nancy leaned against the front door as she watched the car disappear down the road. Soon, she found herself smiling. The effects of the powerful diuretic and laxative she had spiked Tom’s tea with would begin to be felt in about 45 minutes, just after the only stop on the tollway for over seventy miles. The way Tom’s mother drove, never going above fifty miles per hour, he wouldn’t come even close to making it. She laughed as she closed the door, anxious for the phone call she knew would come soon.

The end.

This story is written by tammie2

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Babyfur Comic: Twin’s Note

Babyfur Comic: Twin's NoteSarah and Ava were not behaving at school today and were send home with a note from their teacher. Their step-mother, Pam, was not pleased with their behavior and gave each of them a good reminder that they are to behave at school (or anywhere for that matter) with a promise of another conversation from their father when he gets home.

Order and above text by tugscarebear

Draw by Wetherby

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Aww poor Sarah and Ava it seems like the day did dent turn out so good for them now :(

I bet there father is going to be very mad when he gets home and found out about this.

The Baby Sitter App Part 4

This story is written by fuzzybunny

Meal Time

“Chase. I need you stop.” Jeff said as he placed his hand on Chase’s shoulder.

“No…” Chase said.

“Your acting like a baby. If you don’t stop then I can help you stop. Do you need another spanking, like the one you got a hour ago?” Jeff said.

“You. You wouldn’t.” Chase as he stared at Jeff.

“Don’t try me. Now are you going to listen.” Jeff said.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Chase said.

“I’ll decided for you.” Jeff said as he raised his hand and smacked Chase’s right thigh with a quick smack.

“Ouch…what was that for.” Chase said as he looked down and saw the red hand print on his thigh.

“Now. There is more where that came from. Just eat ok.” Jeff said. Chase looked around and saw that most of guys were already eating.

“Alright. Go ahead.” Chase said as he put his head down and opened his mouth.

“Good boy. How about we start off with some mashed peas, huh?” Jeff said as he opened the first jar of baby food. Chase just kept looking down and kept his mouth open.

‘That’s fine. Here comes the airplane.” Jeff said as he filled the spoon with the mush and shoved it into Chase’s mouth. Chase almost gagged and puffed up his cheeks.

“Swallow it. Now. Do not spit up.” Jeff said as he stared at Chase. Chase knew that he had no choice and swallowed the food.

“See it wasn’t that bad, was it.” Jeff said. Chase just glared at him. Jeff kept feeding Chase until all the jars of baby food were gone. His face was covered with the baby food, along with his bib.

‘Alright, here is two bottles of milk you need to drink.” Jeff said as he held them up.

“But I already had mashed peas, sweet potatoes, and baby carrots. I’m kind of full and I still have to go to the bathroom.” Chase said.

“Well once you finish your two bottles and then you can go potty. Chase remember you are a toddler/big boy. You still use words. So, the quicker you drink the quicker you can go.” Jeff said as held up the bottle to his mouth.

Chase just sighed and opened his mouth. Jeff shoved the bottle into his mouth and Chase began to suck on the nipple. Chase noticed that milk was sweet to the taste and began to drink as fast as he could. With in five minutes he had finished the bottle and his tummy was sticking out a bit from how full he was.

“Oh my. What a full belly. Are you ready for another one.” Jeff said as he giggled and rubbed Chase’s stomach.

“Please stop. I really have to go.” Chase said as he squirmed a bit, it felt weird for Jeff to rub his belly.

“What’s wrong, you have to go potty.” Jeff said in a mocking tone as he held up the last bottle to Chase’s face.

“Yes. I have to go potty.” Chase said as he felt his bladder begin to build pressure.

“So, you want daddy to give you the last bottle.” Jeff said as he swung the bottle back and forth in front of his face.

“Yes. I want the bottle.” Chase screamed.

“No. Say it right, baby.” Jeff mockingly said.

“I. I need…Please, Daddy…. I need…the last bottle. Please give me the bottle.” Chase begged.

“Good. Now say I’m Daddies little baby boy.” Jeff said softly.

“Please…Jeff….” Chase said.

“Say it or I’ll make you piss yourself and shame you infront of everyone. Now say it right.” Jeff said as he raised his voice.

“I’m Daddies little baby boy.” Chase said softly as tears began to form in his eyes.

“Good. Now what is my name and what is your name.” Jeff said.

“PLEASE JEFF.” Chase begged aloud.

“Answer me.” Jeff said.

“Your name is daddy Jeff and my name are Chase.” Chase said softly.

“Correct but what is your title, I know your name Chase.” Jeff said.

“My name is Baby Chase.” Chase as he stared at Jeff with teary eyes.

“Good boy. Now here is your baba.” Jeff said as he shoved the milk into his mouth. Chase just began to suck down the milk until it was gone. Once the bottle was done, Jeff began to wipe off Chase’s face with a rag until he was clean.

“Are you full” Jeff said as finished cleaning up the jars of food and bottles.

“Yeah.” Chase said as he moved a bit and could tell he over ate by his bloated belly.

“Alright. Are you ready to get down?” Jeff asked.

“Yes. Please.” Chase said.

“Good boy, now let’s see what’s next.” Jeff said as he looked at the schedule at the wall.

“So, we can either get you a bath and get you ready for bed or we can watch a movie or play.” Jeff said.

“Potty now please.” Chase said.

“Oh, that’s right.” Jeff said as he took out the tray and hit the button on the five-point harness in the high chair. He helped Chase down to his feet.

“So, I guess you can go back to playing in the playroom.” Jeff said as he grabbed Chase’s hand and took him to the hall. He pulled him into door that said potty. The room had a line of potty seats that could fit all the guys here. There were six in a row and had various animals on each one. All of them had belts on the waist and handle bars with straps for the hands.

“Alright Chase. Let’s get this off you.” Jeff said as he started to unlock the belt.

“Wait. Can’t I do this myself.” Chase said as he backed away from Jeff’s grasp.

“No. Only a daddy can. Now you said you had to go. Stop playing and lets get your pull up down.” Jeff said.

“Wait I have to use that with you watching.” Chase said.

“Yes. You have already been dressed. And if you use your pullup, your one step closer to diapers, if you do use it, your one step closer to big boy underwear. Don’t you want my little baby. Don’t you want your underwear back and not training pants.” Jeff said as he tried to coax him.

‘I don’t know” Chase said as he looked down at his pants and could feel his bladder about to burst.

“Please don’t make me decide for you. You have until the count of three or I decide for you.” Jeff said.

“I don’t…” Chase said as he wanted to try and keep his modesty as much as he could.

“One.” Jeff said.

“Please daddy.” Chase said.

“Two.” Jeff said as he raised his tone.

“Daddy. Please I need more time.” Chase said as his heart began to race.

“Three. OK. That’s it. Let’s do this.” Jeff said as he grabbed Chase and began to pull him towards on the pottys.

“Daddy what are you doing.” Chase said as he began to pull away, but Jeff was to strong. Jeff easily placed him on the potty that looked like yellow dog. Jeff quickly placed Chase’s patted bottom on top of the seat and easily strapped his waist down to the potty.

“No…Please stop.” Chase said as he tried to undo the waist belt, but Jeff quickly took each of his hands and strapped his hands to the handle bar.

“Hey, let me out of this thing.” Chase said as he tried to break free but couldn’t. His hands were trapped, and his lower half was stuck the chair and his legs were forced on the ground.

“No. If you can not go potty on yourself for another ten minutes. Then I’ll let you use the potty by yourself in private. Deal?’ Jeff said as he walked over to the counter and grabbed two items.

“This isn’t fair. You can’t do this.” Chase said.

“Oh I can. It’s either this game or I give you laxatives and make you wear a diaper with a body suit and put you in the play room and make you shit yourself.” Jeff said.

“I can do it.” Chase said.

“And one more thing, I don’t want to hear your mouth anymore.” Jeff said as he came over to Chase and placed a blue paci gag on his face and strapped it tight behind his head.

“Mphmm.” Chase said as he squirmed.

“And now the time begins.” Jeff said as he set timer and it began to count down.

“Oh if you don’t make it. Then you will be placed in thick night time diapers for tonight.” Jeff said as he chuckled and sat down across from Chase.

Chase just began to tear up and squirm in his restraints, he looked over at the timer as it ticked down slower and the pressure on his bladder grew stronger faster.

This story is written by fuzzybunny

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The Baby Sitter App Part 2

This story is written by fuzzybunny

Welcome home

The bus finally stopped as the breaks squealed letting people know that they had arrived. Chase snapped out of it and looked outside the window. He had no idea where he was, it looked like they were in an industrial part of town. Chase looked up and saw that the men were already taking each person one by one into the building. Most of the guys were still struggling, while others were giving up already. Finally, they reached Chase and unstrapped him and helped him onto his feet. The man began to pull Chase by his arm until he was finally inside the building.

Chase was pulled along until he was placed along the wall with the other guys. Chase was the very last person and looked to down the row of guys, there must have been at least a dozen or more guys wearing whatever they had on. They all had pacifier’s in their mouth and it was strapped behind their head. Most of guys looked to be about Chase’s age and all of them were quiet and looking down at the ground. Chase looked around and saw that there were no windows in this room and only had one door, which was currently being blocked.

“Alright, look alive my little babies. Let’s go over some rules. My name is Sam. I’m the head nanny here for this B.A.B.Y. facility. You are or most of you, are here until Sunday. The person that signed you up, must pick you up. You will be treated as such in your contract. It doesn’t matter if you signed it or not, this is a legal binding contract. So, whoever did your contract, you will be treated as such based on what that person put. Some of you will be toddlers, some of you babies and some of you big boys and some of you will be mixed. You will have no choice but to cooperate, just go along with it and it will be easier for everybody. If you go to law enforcement, trust me they will bring you back. Go to the news and your records and pics will go of you on the internet. I don’t know why you’re here nor do I care. You cannot escape, and we won’t let you escape. We don’t like to punish but will, we like to have fun here in this facility. Any personal items found or being used will result in punishment. Making fun of anybody here will result in proper punishment. The schedule will be placed in the play room along with some other house items. Ok I’m done, do we have any questions or concerns or complaints. If so please speak now and remember keep your paci in until someone takes it out.” Sam said as she stood in the front. All you could here in the room was moaning and muffled cries coming from the guys.

“Alright so everyone agrees. We can get started. I’ll bring in the rest of the workers and you will be taken into the rooms one by one and we will all meet in the play room in one hour and have some fun. I’ll see you then.” Sam said as she left the room. At least ten more workers came out and began to take each guy one by one out of the room and made a left down the hallway. Chase’s heart began to race when he was next to go. The worker came up to him and gently began to lead him down the hallway. Chase looked down and could see that each of the rooms were closed off the person’s name and a number beside it. Chase could here muffled cries and struggles coming from each of the room’s as he passed by. The worker finally reached Chase’s room and led him inside.

Chase looked inside and could see a long table with nursery print over it and had various padding and straps coming from it. Chase looked around the room and could tell that it a lot like a doctor’s office but had more of a babyish theme to it.

“Alright are you ready bud.” The worker said as he closed and locked the door. Chase backed up a bit until he hit a wall. He couldn’t scream or yell with the paci gag still in.

“Look bud, please make this easy for me Chase. Man, I know your almost 20 and you don’t like this. Neither do I but this is my job. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. If you get on now I won’t have to restrain but if you don’t I will. So what will it be.” The worker said.

Chase just shook his head no and kept still against the wall.

“Fine by me have it your way.” The worker said as he quickly grabbed Chase and made easy work of him and got him on the table. Chase tried to fight back but he was over powered as his hands and feet were placed in restraints. Chase began to pull on them, but they didn’t give way.

‘Pull all you want bud. You’re just making it more embarrassing on you than me. If you keep going I will dress, you in a diaper instead of training pants you pick.” The worker said. Chase finally stopped completely and looked at the man with a death stare.

“Chase just make it easy on you. Now let’s see, 5’5. 138 pounds, blue eyes and brown hair. OK. Now let’s get these clothes off you.” The worker said as he got a pair of sheers out and began to cut Chase’s white beater and sleeping shorts, leaving him completely naked. Chase just closed his eyes from pure defeat, hoping in the back of his head it was all a bad dream.

“Huh, what’s all the fuss about, you’re not even that big down there.” The worker chuckled as he threw away Chase’s clothes into the trash can. The worker got out tub of baby wipes and began to wipe down Chase’s whole body. Chase just turned red from embarrassment from the comment and being wiped down naked like a baby. The worker took his time and wiped down every nook and cranny of his body.

“See were almost done.” The worker said as threw the used baby wipes away and placed the rest back up. The worker then grabbed a huge blue pull up that had mickey mouse on it from under the table and held it in his hand.

“Now. I’m going to unstrap your feet and place this on you. Are you going to listen and not move or else I’ll punish you and put you in a diaper. Ok?” The worker said. Chase shook his head yes and let the worker do his work.

The worker took each of his feet and unstrapped them. He then slid the pullup onto his legs and then up to his lower stomach. Chase looked down below his belly button and could mickey be staring back up at him. Chase moved his bottom around a little bit and could tell that the padding was thick, especially around his groin area. Chase tried his best to ignore what he was wearing and knew he could get it off later. The worker then grabbed a few more items from below the table. The worker easily slid some short red pants onto Chase’s lower half until it came to his waist. The pullup still showed a little at the top, but you could tell that Chase was wearing padding underneath the shorts from how thick the pullup was.

“See these are nice. Now for the shoes.” The worker said as he placed paw patrol sandals onto his feet and strapped them onto his feet. Chase looked down and just sighed.

“Now for the top. I’m going to let you up and sit you up on the table, so I can dress you. No funny business, got it.” The worker said as he unstrapped Chase’s wrists and helped him sit up onto the table. The man grabbed a t-shit from underneath the table and began to dress Chase with it.

“All done. That’s a nice shirt, now hope down. I’ll help you.” The worker said as he helped Chase down by grabbing his arm. Chase looked down at the shirt. The shirt was a blue color and it had childish wording on it that read, “Big-Boy in Training” in red lettering. Chase struggled to keep his emotions in check.

“Oh…almost one more thing.” The man said as he reached down below and placed a black belt on the front of Chase’s shorts. The man quickly turned the key on it and took the key away. Chase quickly tried to pull the belt down, but the pants wouldn’t budge. Chase looked at the man in fear.

“See this is to keep little boys from taking off things they shouldn’t, it’s called the locking belt. But if you must go potty, let me know and we can take you. Now let’s go see our friends.” The worker said as he grabbed Chases hand and lead him out the door and into the playroom that was down the hallway.

Chase arrived and couldn’t believe his eyes. All the other guys were there wearing diapers, childish outfits, training pants and other babyish attire. The playroom itself had no windows and only one door. They had a big tv, along with adult sized baby swings, rocking horse and other baby toys. The room was painted blue with a nursery theme border.

“Alright go ahead and go play, and for listening we can take this out. But no big boy talk or yelling. Or it goes back in” The worker said as he took out the paci gag.

Chase just looked at him and just began to waddle until he found a full-length mirror. To Chase’s horror he looked like an oversized toddler. He looked at his bottom could tell it was puffy. Chase looked around and could tell that some of the guys still had there paci gags in and some didn’t, so he considered himself lucky.

“Chase…focus…we need to get out of here…” Chase said.

“10 more minutes until we go over the rules and have some fun.” Sam said over the intercom.

“No. I’m not a baby. I need to get out of here.” Chase mumbled to himself.

“FUCK THIS. I WANT OUT.” Chase yelled as he began to try and pull his clothes off him. The whole room went silent, as the workers and other babies stared at him.

This story is written by fuzzybunny

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Off to School

Off to SchoolCaiden is off to his first day of school. He’s decked out with his new backpack and shirt. He’s missing his pants because of a juice spilling incident. At least now he gets to show off his super big boy training pants…until the next accident that is. Good thing his backpack is packed with diapers.

Caiden and text by tugscarebear

Draw by baltnwolf

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28376314/

Aww at least he is having some cute training pants to show off. But i sure think he is going to have some big problems and allot of teasing from the other kids at school when they see him.

I sure hope he dont end up whit any accident during school time.

I Did It All By Myself!

I Did It All By Myself!Kyle was proud that he was using the potty and all by himself no less. He called to his parents to come see what he did and they did beckon his call to find him stripped down, sitting on the toilet, and with his shirt and Pull-Up on the ground. Through some toddler logic, Kyle thought that he needed to be naked to use the potty. His parents congratulated and praised Kyle through their laughter. Kyle didn’t know what was so funny, but he ignored their laughter since they were so proud of him for using the toilet. Mike and Cheryl helped him finish up and redress him, but not before snapping a quick pic.

Charterers and text belongs to tugscarebear

Draw by Tato

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Yes Kyle sure seems to be pretty proud over that he manage to use the potty. And yes cubs can sure come up whit some pretty funny things about how things work. At lest he is no one thing closer to be a big boy.