Unpotty training

Auntie Joan Part 9

This story is written by Les Lea

The night before school my mind had been working overtime. All I could think (and partially dream) about was my life at the different ‘educational’ establishments I’d attended since I was young. Alas, as I tossed and turned with each invading reflection, the thick night time diaper that held me tightly didn’t offer the soft comfort I’d come to expect.

#

At three years old I had been potty trained by my mother and then, with her part in my development done, sent off into the world. At that first ‘nursery/crèche/kindergarten’, I have no idea what it was, but what I did eventually get to know was that I was away from my ‘loving’ mommy and daddy and not a happy child. My first and main recollection from that time was that I wet myself constantly. The people looking after me seemed to focus on the fact I was wetting rather than the why and so kept me in diapers the entire time I was there.
In between brief visits from my parents, after which I would cry for days, I was kept clean and fed but for me, and the other toddlers (I was not alone), each day followed the same timetable; a diet of dynamic learning, followed by unhappiness, followed by more learning. If we played at all… that particular memory escapes me… but that austere and unloving place literally scared the shit out of me. As if to prove it, my potty training reversed and my diaper was constantly full.

#

In those half-dreams and fevered recollections I could still feel that dense rough diaper irritating with each movement. Together with the noisy crack of the thick, almost unyielding plastic pants that held it in place felt like I was encased in granite.
I wriggled unhappily under my nursery print covers, thankful at least auntie always made sure my protection was soft and comfortable, though, because of my agitated dreams, at that moment I wasn’t particularly enjoying such consideration.

#

When I reached the age of five I was moved to another private school. It took pride in the fact its ‘student’ body was prepared for senior school and so, ‘education, education, education’ was its main (and I would say only) priority. Here at least I wasn’t kept in scratchy diapers, which to some degree I eventually grew out of with just an occasional nocturnal lapse. However, the school wasn’t equipped for these little lapses and I (like anyone else who suffered a wet night) was ridiculed and ostracised and made to wear protection in class for the entire following day. The other kids never let such an opportunity pass so I was fair game for any grade to mock and be made fun of. By the time I was approaching my tenth birthday I’d learned to hide any toiletry hiccups so to all intents and purposes I’d grown out of that ‘problem’. At the same time my abilities were recognised when academically at least I easily came top of the class.
This was when my parents broke the news that I was to sit another exam in the UK to further my education. Stupidly I assumed they would be in England too, it wasn’t to be.

#

These dreams, thoughts and often unpleasant images raced through my active brain whether I was asleep or awake and by morning I was severely wet and half dead to the world.

#

The morning wasn’t helped after auntie stripped me out of my soaked protection but, after a shower, the ritual I so looked forward to was denied. Not that auntie would do anything to upset me but, this was a new opportunity that I was encouraged to take. So, no lotions or powders or soft fluffy disposable taped snugly into place. No slinky vinyl slowly fed up my legs, slipping deliciously over my thighs to grip my waist in a welcoming manner. The nursery held the clothes I wanted but the clothes I was to wear were in the ‘other room’ and I had to fortify myself from that moment – I had to get back into teenage mode.

Of course auntie had laid out my wardrobe for the day; right on top was a little pair of pull-ups that we’d spoken about. She knew I was a bit nervous about staying dry so we agreed to this little ‘help’ to be worn under my underpants. It wasn’t the same but their slight rustle and full crotch was most welcome under the rest of my school clothes.

#

I caught the bus to school like so many other kids and, apart from one or two who knew me and were whispering, looking and giggling in my direction, the journey passed off without much to report.
I’d entered the school grounds with a slight crinkle and a great deal of apprehension. I saw Yoosuf talking to a group of girls, waved and then looked around for the familiar face of Oliver but couldn’t see him.

#

There was no set ‘uniform’, social or educational, and everyone appeared to be wearing what they liked. I’d chosen a pair of fawn coloured chinos over my slight protection, a green polo shirt, trainers and had my backpack slung over one shoulder… I thought I blended in quite well. Not overly smart but not slovenly either. There were several boys wearing shorts, but nearly all wore them long and baggy so definitely not my style. The girls were a completely different story and seemed to form into groups who all dressed the same. However, that was just a first impression as I gazed around at my new school buddies. Then I spied a familiar face coming through a group of noisy students who were standing at the gate.

#

He was nodding to everyone, even folk I suspect he didn’t know, but when our eyes met he waved and made straight towards me. The thing was I was spellbound. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and an AC/DC t-shirt… it was a young Colin come to life from one of the images in auntie’s photo album.
Stunned by this apparition I couldn’t move. I wanted to say something, I wanted to greet my friend, I wanted to acknowledge, well, I wasn’t sure what – because for that one shocking moment Oliver looked exactly like Colin, the only difference from the photo was the logo on the t-shirt.
He came up and hugged me like a long lost friend and I was so overcome, my bladder gave way and I pissed my pants. Not just a little, but a flow so strong that it deluged my pull-up and a tell-tale stain radiated from my groin.
If it hadn’t been for Oliver’s quick action the first impression I would have made at school was as a pants wetter.

#

He was surprised that I didn’t reciprocate the hug but when he pulled back he noticed my pants. Quick as a flash, and before anyone else could see, he pulled off his backpack and held it in front of my rapidly expanding stain. To be honest, I wasn’t really aware of what I’d done and it wasn’t until Oliver was guiding me towards the main building that I realised what had happened. The spreading damp radiating from my groin was not the nicely warming experience it would have been in a diaper.
I was full of apologies but Oli just smiled and said, “Wow, nobody’s ever been that pleased to see me.”
He seemed to know his way around the school and we ended up at the nurse’s office. She came out to see who her first patient of the day was and, as the bell had just gone, dismissed Oli back to

class. I sat there trying to explain how I was taken by surprise by his enthusiastic hug but the nurse, Nurse Jefferson, wasn’t convinced.
She noticed something that no one else had mentioned. She said that I spoke like a little boy. Well, to be honest, she didn’t say that exactly but the way she responded to my words left me in no doubt. I hadn’t realised that my speech had been so defined by my time at Rainbow and I suppose, those who knew me, especially auntie, just thought that’s the way I spoke. It hadn’t bothered me until Nurse Jefferson mentioned it but now I was at High School, with wet pants and sounding like a baby… things definitely needed to change.

#

My pants were a mess and there was no way I could walk around school looking like I did. She spoke to someone on the phone, who I assumed was the principal, checked something on her computer and then phoned auntie. My pull-up hadn’t been as efficient as hoped and I could see Nurse Jefferson wondering what action to take.
Before she had chance to come to any conclusion the phone rang and she was obviously receiving further information as she kept looking up at me and agreeing to what was being said down the phone.
“Oh I see.” She listened
“Right.” There was more.

“Well that explains…” Something was said and agreed upon.
She eventually wandered over and asked in a soft cajoling whisper you’d use with an infant if I needed any help and did I want a change.
I was taken by surprise at her suggestion, and even though at that particular moment I would have loved a change, the thought of a fluffy disposable hugging my groin making me wriggle in anticipation, I said “No”. I didn’t want it to get around that on my first day I’d wet my pants, had to see the nurse and she’d diapered me. I needed to keep that a secret for a while longer… or so I thought.

#

Not long after auntie arrived with a bag of dry clothes but before I could change we were called into the principal’s office. He seemed a nice man but was obviously a little perplexed at what he was reading; it was a report from the psychiatrist.
I’d not thought this far ahead and for the second time that day I was shocked, with the result that, unfortunately, I wet myself even more. This was not going well and I couldn’t fathom where all this pee was coming from. As the dark stain on my chinos spread further the principal noticed and requested I immediately go and see the nurse while he and auntie talked.
Auntie passed me the bag with my clean clothes and I reluctantly left the room clutching it tightly to my groin for the few yards journey to the nurse’s office.

#

When I arrived she was very business-like.
“Right, let’s get you organised and into something dry shall we?”
I knew I looked like a stupid little kid, which of course I normally didn’t mind, but confronted by this particular lady, I felt feeble and inadequate. The folk at Rainbow just changed me like they would any other infant but here, at High School, I was no longer a happy, playful toddler but a teenage student who’d wet his pants.
“Take off your pants,” she paused, “or would you prefer I do it?”
There was no malice in her voice just a question.

Since I’d been with auntie I was used to doing as instructed so slowly unbuttoned the top of my chinos and let them drop to the floor.
She could see the expanded pull-up bulging out behind my underpants and indicated they needed to come off as well.
Standing there in my soggy pull-up and stained underpants it just didn’t feel real. I hadn’t been wearing any extra plastic protection so my pee had not been well contained. Being changed at Rainbow (or at home) was a process I wasn’t involved in, somebody else made the decision and it just happened. My involvement was…
She pulled the squelchy mass down.

“OK Dean, I’m going to clean you up, then rub in some lotion, powder and fit a diaper… any questions?”
I just shrugged. I was in a sort of dream world, which I knew I liked but at that moment found particularly alien.

#

She had me lie out on a low table, which I wasn’t sure could support my weight but, as she’d covered the entire thing in a loose piece of blue absorbent paper (I’d seen something similar on the doctor’s examination table), I did as I was told.
“Good boy,” she said as I climbed up, my naked lower half reacting to the cool air conditioning of her office.
“Now I’ll just check the bag and see what mommy, er, Miss Marsden has brought.”
Jeans, a clean shirt, socks and a fresh pair of boxers were laid out on another table, eventually she found what she was searching for, a fresh disposable.
“Ah, here we go.”

She slowly and meticulously unfurled it and slipped it under my bottom. There was a look of understanding on her face and it suddenly struck me that she might know of my parent’s dramatic death and was being sympathetic. She then reached for some wipes, lotion and powder, which she conscientiously applied to my hair-free pubic area before fastening me in.
I’m not sure how many fourteen year-old boys she’d had to diaper in her time as a nurse but as she cleaned me up I thought she smiled and nodded approval at my a/c shrunken pee-pee and hairless genital area.

“Mmmm sensible… and no sign of a rash… good, good.” She said half to herself and half to me.
She smoothed in the lotion and my pee-pee began to react but, like the ladies at Rainbow, it was completely ignored as she pulled the disposable into place. Any raging hormones that a healthy teenage boy might have were dismissed as I was really just a ‘little boy’ so treated as such.
Once I was tightly enclosed she delved into the bag once more and found a pair of opaque plastic pants, which she shuffled up my legs. She did it all with such care that I found myself relaxing and beginning to enjoy her attention. After that was completed she had me sit up and checked that everything fitted correctly; smoothing the plastic pants down over the diaper and making sure I was well tucked in and leak-proof.

#

She stood back to appreciate her work and smiled. Whether that was because of a job well done or the fact that my slinky plastic pants could be seen dangling below my polo shirt I wasn’t too sure.
“OK Dean,” she seemed satisfied, “put the rest of your clothes back on and put the wet stuff in this plastic bag.”
She indicated a black bin bag on another table.
“Sit over there and wait until the principal and your mommy, er, Miss Marsden finish their conversation.”
Perhaps she wasn’t being sympathetic about the death of my parents, maybe she thought she was dealing with a teenager who was somewhat ‘challenged’. She spoke to me as if I was slow, or a toddler and I moved from enjoying the process to resenting it a bit.
Although I was happier now I was padded and protected I wondered about how late I was for my first class. What excuse could I come up with? What did anyone know? Had anyone noticed? What, if anything, has Oliver said? Perhaps more importantly, would anyone notice my padded butt?
“Don’t I need to be in class?” I queried.
“Yes you do but the principal will need to have a word before you go.”
“Ohhh.”

#

Ten minutes later and auntie emerged from the principal’s office looking worried.
“Are you OK sweetie?” She was concerned about me.
I nodded and looked down at my padded crotch and shrugged.
Nurse Jefferson smiled and said that I’d been a very co-operative boy and that everything had been taken care of and, if the principal had finished with me, I needed to get to class.
There was a slight rustling sound as I got to my feet and auntie hugged me and patted my cushioned bottom. She rubbed it slightly and I felt most reassured by both the padding and auntie’s tender touch.

She looked at me and said we’d talk when I got home. I was a bit apprehensive as it looked like she had something serious to say but getting to my new class was made a priority as the principal’s secretary came out with a note I had to give to the teacher.

#

“Sorry I’m late sir,” I handed Mr Brown the note, “I’m afraid I had to see the principal first…”
I wanted to say more, to come up with a plausible excuse but he just nodded to a seat next to Oliver and thanked me for being polite.
I hadn’t realised I had been but I suppose, even after all this time, the manners and attitude of an English private school, had some effect.
A chorus of derision from a few of the students followed Mr Brown’s compliment, which thankfully drowned out the rustling noise my protection made as I sat down. Oli was all smiles as he passed me a photocopied timetable list of subjects and extra-curricular activities and again I got the impression he completely understood.

#

After such a god awful start to the day I have to say, it got better. When I say it got better, I mean nobody noticed, or if they did they didn’t say anything, so from then on, for me it was a pretty good first day.

Now I was over my initial shock of seeing Oliver/Colin I realised that they weren’t all that alike after all although they were dressed similarly. I have to say Oli looked great in his shorts, his young blond hairy legs showed he was maturing way faster than I was. In fact, because of the special lotion auntie used at bath time, all my bodily hair had vanished. Next to Oli I looked like a little immature five year-old but it didn’t seem to worry him and we spent most of the day in each other’s company.
Motioning towards his t-shirt I asked him if he was a fan of AC/DC. He just shrugged and said he liked the logo but had to admit he wasn’t keen on their music although his father was a huge fan. He confessed that he, his brother and sister grew up in a house that was filled with rock music. Even as a baby he fell asleep to the riffs of Motorhead, AC/DC and most heavy metal bands his dad played all the time. Apparently his parents had met at a rock festival in their home town and he was a result of that first drug-fuelled night of metal debauchery. Thankfully his mom and dad were “really into each other” (his words) so they married two months before he was born.
He was very enthusiastic about his parents saying that they’d never had two dimes to rub together but both worked hard and brought up him, his younger brother and sister, pretty well.

#

It was great for me to hear somebody who actually liked his parents and not only that was vocal about it. On that first day I learned so much about Oliver but every time he asked about my life I slunk into babbling and avoiding the subject apart from telling him I now lived with my auntie and that I’d moved from DC. Not quite AC/DC but halfway there, I pathetically joked!
I simply wasn’t sure what to tell him. I doubted he’d be interested in hearing about life at a private school in England, I was positive he wouldn’t want to know about my ‘super important’ parents and I definitely wasn’t sure I could share my diaper wearing ways with him. Because he hadn’t mentioned it I assumed he didn’t know, or hadn’t noticed, the bulkiness in my jeans. However, just as I was boarding my bus he patted my bottom and smiled.
“Perhaps tomorrow you’ll tell me about this?”
I was stunned but his effortless grin said I should trust him… and why wouldn’t I? So far he’d saved me from total embarrassment and he’d appeared to have kept my secret. So, my journey home was filled with thoughts about just what I wanted to explain the following day… and did I in fact want to share any of this information?

This story is written by Les Lea

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Punishment diaper part 5

Punishment diaper part 5

Kaz lost his second job in the same year, but that was okay, probably. After he’d changed into a fresh diaper from this month’s brand new shipment he’d just known what he needed to do. It was so obvious he’d wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before! Given how much he loves wearing and using his diapers, and how turned out it made him getting caught, his money problem had such an easy solution! Even a big sissy baby like him could totally figure it out. That’s how he’d ended up here, diapered butt bouncing and squishing around in his mush filled and well used diaper. The webcams he’d set up captured multiple angles as he babbled helplessly and drooled around the pacifier in his mouth. His fans were quite happy to pay for the option to be able to give him commands, commands that oddly he never seemed to be able to disobey for some reason. Even though he’d just messed quite a bit a few minutes ago, like magic, after being commanded to mess a ton and sit down and squish around in his mushy diaper, he found himself instantly filling his diaper even fuller and plopping down onto his mushy butt to obey right away. He looked up to read the next command and immediately set to rubbing himself through his thick well used padding, the vibrations adding to the pleasure and quickly causing his sissy cock to cream his pamps. Gosh this was just so fun! He wondered why he had never thought to do this sooner?

Potty un-training progress: 100%
Kazard is completely incontinent, he no longer has any control or warning about when he uses his diaper. He wakes almost every morning to find that his diaper is both fuller and soggier than it was when he went to bed. Kazard has completely associated pleasure with using his diaper, and unless commanded otherwise, cums almost every time he fills his pamps.

NaughtyPants Punishment Diapers concept used with permission.
The add-ons, DrippyDrooler, BabyBabbler, and DiaperCamStar are all custom add-ons I created. The effects of the first two should be obvious and they are constantly active unless someone commands him to stop doing them for a set time period, maximum of one hour at a time. The last add-on compels the wearer to show off just how much they love using their diaper via webcam with strangers, whether as a hobby or as employment. It’s set up to synergize with the BabySitter add-on and allow commands to be given via text instead of only verbally.

Above text and order by restitution69

Draw by BabyStar

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30197550/

Seems like everything now is completed and it even seems like he have found a new job that is perfect for him. Maybe now he can make enough money to pay the bills :)

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Punishment diaper part 4

Punishment diaper part 4

Kaz’s face was pretty much constantly red ever since he’d paid for his purchases, immediately put them on, and boarded the bus to go back home. It had been months since he last went out in public. Ever since he got banned from the local grocery store, he’d started having groceries delivered and shopping online if he needed something. However today was different. The new shipment of diapers had arrived from wherever they came from, and as soon as he’d finished changing into the first one of the new pack this morning, he’d felt like his clothing was just completely wrong. He’d shopped about online, and when he’d figured out what it was that felt right, he’d blushed nearly as hotly as he was doing now. However even after buying dozens and dozens of new outfits, he’d still felt like he couldn’t wait for them to arrive, he had to do something to fix this RIGHT NOW! And so out on the bus he’d gone, avoiding any major incident on the trip out. He’d been quite lucky to find something that had a physical location near enough for him to buy what he needed. Once he’d changed, he just kinda left his old clothes in the trash and headed home. Everyone was staring, but there was nothing he could do about it, he’d had to do this. At least his diaper wasn’t quite so deafeningly crinkly after how much he’d wet it already? Oh who was he kidding, he was sure everyone could see it! It hung below the hem of his new blue frilly dress, and even then his outfit and the puffy mittens and booties he wore surely drew enough attention that it didn’t matter. Everyone had to know already! With only a second or so of warning, he found himself squatting down, loudly and helplessly filling his sodden diaper. He reflexively reached down to paw off through his padding, when the vibrations that had been gone for so long started up again, instantly bringing him to the edge of release. He whimpered and moaned in embarrassment and need, rubbing faster as he finished filling his pamps. The expected sing song announcement came not long after, “Peeyoo! This soggy princess just filled her pamps full of stinkies!” If it had been possible Kaz’s cheeks would have glowed even brighter, but he was too distracted by the pleasure and vibrating against his member. He was sooooo close! Why wasn’t he cumming? After about 5 minutes the vibrations stopped, and no matter how he tried, he just couldn’t push himself over the edge. Finally looking up he saw everyone on the bus staring, calling out insults, and demanding he get off the bus. Thankfully it was at that moment the bus came to a stop, his stop! He shamefacedly waddled off the bus, and then the short walk home, absentmindedly rubbing himself while he walked, still frustrated and a bit out of breath from coming so close to, but not quite being able to reach climax.

Potty un-training progress: 85%
Kazard has gotten so used to using his diapers he doesn’t even try to head for the bathroom any more. He hardly has any warning at all before he uses his diaper, sometimes he doesn’t even have any warning at all. Once he even woke up with a fully used diaper, without any memory of waking up the night before to go. He’s grown so used to the pleasure associated with using his diaper, that he sometimes thinks he might have also had a wet dream, but it’s hard to tell one wetness from another…

Above text and order by restitution69

Draw by BabyStar

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30197497/

Yes it sure seems like someone is almost completely depending on diapers again very soon and it even seems like some sissy stuff have been added to the mix. how is all this going to end?

Looks like someone maybe is going to get banned from the bus now?

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Punishment diaper part 3

Punishment diaper part 3

Kaz was lucky he’d found this new job a month after being fired from his last one, after what had happened… He blushed at the memory. Even luckier his new job let him work from home! He’d been going out much less often lately, pretty much only when he had to do some grocery shopping. Considering how much trouble he was having making it to a private bathroom in time lately, that suited him quite well indeed! As a matter of fact, the tell tale tummy rumble came only a minute before he knew he would be filling his diaper. Looking around, blushing bright red he saw that he was alone in the aisle. Hand trembling a little in anticipation of what was coming, he reached down to his crotch, hand pressing against his already stiff member. This was almost more embarrassing than his slowly eroding control. He always got so horny whenever he filled his diapers. It wasn’t his fault of course, the diapers made him like this. All those orgasms anytime he filled his diaper, of course it wasn’t his fault! Who could blame him if he wanted to enjoy himself a little if he didn’t have any control over this part anyway? No one seemed to be looking, and he was sure by the time they looked he’d already have cum anyway. What could be the harm indulging this time? He’d done it before at home a couple of times… Already rock hard in anticipation he began to rub the padding of his crinkly prison against his member, the pleasure growing and growing as he felt what little restraints he had on his bowels overcome and his diaper began to fill. Already close, Kaz waited for the vibrations to start as he continued to build his pleasure, but they didn’t come. He was so close, just a lil bit more, he could do it himself! Right on the edge of climax, a loud voice came from his diapered region. In a sing song voice it announced, “Oopsies! This baby made a biiiiiiiig stinky in their diaper!” Kaz froze as shoppers at the end of the aisle glanced his way. The shame and humiliation flooded through him, his hand leaping away from his crotch, but not quickly enough. The extra shame at being discovered pushed him right over the edge, eliciting an involuntary whimper. As soon as his legs were back under his control he made a waddling get away as fast as his mushy diaper would allow him to.

Potty un-training progress: 60%
Kazard is finding that he can barely hold back the call of nature when it calls, he has minutes at best before his control falters. He has started to notice that his diaper is damp sometimes in the mornings, often not waking up to have gone. His diapers have conditioned him to associate using his diapers with pleasure and has even been bringing himself to orgasm when using his diaper, despite the forced orgasm feature no longer being a part of this month’s batch of Punishment Diapers.

Above text and order by restitution69

Draw by BabyStar

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30196739/

Looks like someone have getting so use to have a orgasm every time he use his diaper that he dont have notes at from this point he is doing it on his own free will. Poor thing having all this orgasm sure most be very exhausting.

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Punishment diaper part 2

Punishment diaper part 2

Kaz squirmed uncomfortably in his padded prison. He was sure his diaper was completely obvious to all of his co-workers, but there was nothing he could do about it, he’d used up years of hoarded vacation time, and he’d been back to work for a couple of months now. His tummy gurgled, ominously. It felt like he’d been needing to go more frequently lately, and it had been getting harder to hold it lately. So far he’d at least been able to make it to the bathroom so he could hide the embarrassing consequences that came with using his diaper, but he’d just gotten caught up in his work he hadn’t noticed the signals his body was sending until it hit a crisis point. He just had to finish soldering this one bit and he could put the tool away safely and hide this extra shameful ordeal inside a bathroom stall. He worked quickly, wincing as the cramps grew stronger. As he grasped the iron trying desperately to finish without burning anything, he felt something give and knew he was too late. A loud wet fart drew several of his nearby co-workers glances as he leaned forward, gritting his teeth as the backside of his diaper began to fill. That would have been bad enough, but apparently whoever had done this to him, wanted to make sure he would never be able to live this down. As the back of his diaper filled, the front began to buzz furiously, grasping and stroking his cock through some sort of magic, and almost instantly forcing him into a body shaking orgasm. His vision slowly cleared as he stood there, gasping for breath, cheeks burning bright red. As he finished gathering his bearings, he was left looking up at the face of his boss, a look of disgust and contempt on their face.

Potty un-training progress: 30%
Kazard is having trouble holding back when nature calls and his body is starting to go more frequently as there is less reason to hold back when at home.

Above text and order by restitution69

Draw by BabyStar

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30196671/

Yes i sure wounder what his boss had to say about this? Maybe he is going to get fired now? But one thing for sure he sure have allot of explaining to do now.

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Baby Bunny Puppies

Baby Bunny Puppies

So pooofy cute and squishy together.
Fwo’s little sister Lilac is already in training pants, so Fwo, being the naughty pup that he is, decides to un-pottytrain her, so that she can join the blue and red pup in using their diapeys to their fullest.

A gift to KingCrazy and LittleLilac95

Draw and text by OverFlo207

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30188624/

Yes they sure belongs in thick baby diapers and what i can see the un-pottytrain is working pretty well.

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Diaperfur Comic: Taki potty untraining calendar mix-up 3

Diaperfur Comic: Taki potty untraining calendar mix-up 3Taki awakes and discovers what she’s done, instantly notices the calendar on the wall… despite not having put it up… She tugs on it furiously, desperately trying to get it down… not noticing as all the days begin to fill up, or her continued accident.

The poor bedwetting skunk Taki

Draw and text by catmonkshiro

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23453333

Poor thing looks like she could not get rid of this stupid calendar. Looks like it is already to late to do something about this now.

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Diaperfur Comic: Taki potty untraining calendar mix-up 2

Diaperfur Comic: Taki potty untraining calendar mix-up 2after a few chuckles Taki set it aside… no harm in keeping such a joke item… it’s a great little story piece after all! good for a few laughs…

but then… one night…

The poor bedwetting skunk Taki

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22455781

Poor Skunk it seems like things is starting to change now when it comes to keeping the bed dry during sleep time :(

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