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WETTYORNAH’s Hypno Guide

DISCLAIMER: Hypnosis isn’t for everyone. I understand that the idea of it is hard to believe for many people. The truth is, I’m with those people. However, the magic of hypno is letting yourself try and believe it. It takes effort from a good hypnotist and effort from a good subject. If you’re expecting results off the bat, you’re failing yourself. Give it time, listen again and again, and try to believe. Eventually, you might find yourself in a situation you can’t believe your way out of 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ve labeled them based on the type of hypno I like. As I’m DL rather than AB, you won’t find much about regression or baby like behaviors. This list is mostly meant for encouragement to wear diapers, or bladder control. The three categories are bedwetting (self explanatory), lifestyle (stuff like committing to diapers, realizing they’re right for you), and fuck yourself over (dangerous hypno that usually has a condition, like if you give in and wet, you’ll never be able to stop) They are mostly meant for male listeners as far as I can tell.

So let’s get into it

BEDWETTING/LIFESTYLE

Curse Night Diapers - EMG

This one forces you to wear diapers to bed, along with wetting them. This one doesn’t exactly encourage incontinence, but the fact you’re going to bed in diapers which you will wet will fulfill that desire to become a bedwetter.

BEDWETTING

Bed Wetter - Sarnoga

Doesn’t encourage diapers, but does make you enjoy bedwetting. There’s mention that you’re too immature to choose diapers. This file basically sets you up to become a bedwetter and end up having someone make the choice for you that you need to wear diapers to bed. Great to use with the help of someone else.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER/BEDWETTING Bedwetter Fear to Reality - EMG

Makes you anxious about having an accident, you choose to wear diapers or not. Of course, if you do have an accident, that’s it. One leads to another. Dangerous if you don’t want to find yourself trapped

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Dependence 1 - Champtehotter

The first in his series of making you diaper dependent. This file causes you to commit to diapers and explains why you need them. This is a great first step, and then you can move on to the next one once this one has fucked your mind.

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Train 1 - Sarnoga

This hypno also encourages you to commit to diapers. Each lesson will have you wearing diapers more, first at home alone, then around people, then out in public. It does this by making you feel like you can’t use a toilet to get relief. WARNING: this one did mess with me, and in some files encourages bedwetting even when sharing a bed just to prove you really need diapers.

LIFESTYLE

Every Good Boy Wears Diapers - Sarnoga

Explains every reason why you need diapers to avoid making messes. Diapers are the best choice for boys is the main message

LIFESTYLE

The Diaper Does It - Sarnoga

Makes you love your diapers and give them your control. The main twist of this file is that if you don’t wear diapers every so often, you will start having accidents in your pants. Basically makes a timer in your head so you must come back to diapers.

LIFESTYLE/FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Master your Bladder -

Teaches you that your bladder is in control of your life, and the only way to fix it is to take the control away. Causes bladder incontinence.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Diaper Drug - Champtehotter

Imagine you’ve been injected with a drug that makes you love your diapers and become bladder incontinent. As long as you don’t cum, it won’t be permanent. I dare you to listen.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Pantswetter Incontinence

Makes you have accidents whenever and wherever until you have no choice but to wear diapers.

Thats it for now, I definitely got more but this took longer than I thought. I like every single one of these, and I think you will too. Let me know how it goes or which one you enjoyed most.

It was just about to hit 8:45pm, your bed time was coming up soon and you knew your bedtime routine. Get your changing mat out, lotion, poweder, fresh thick overnight diaper ready, pacifier in mouth so no fussing, lie on your back and legs up in the air so you're babysitter could inspect what sort of toxic waste of a diaper she'd have to deal with.

You looked over everything making sure it was all there. Everything looked in order, you sat down gently onto your changing mat. Carefully not trying mush up the load sitting in the seat of your diapers. You put some weight on your back and lifted your legs. Your stinky shame was perfectly on display. If anyone walked into the room they would know that this young man clearly has the potty training skills of a newborn infant. You tried not to imagine what sort of thoughts ran through your babysitters head when she'd walk into the room and see you on display. This was a regular routine for you but it was still pride crushing. You turned your head to see the thick puffy overnight diaper resting beside it, your dick had probably be wrapped up in diapers more times then you could count, while you could count on your hands how many times it had been in a girls wet dripping pussy.

You looked down at the mess between your legs, it was comically large. Due to your constant time in diapers big meals would get the better of you. Dinners lately seemed to be getting bigger and much more heavier, by the time you'd be let out of your highchair you'd be scampering off to a more seculded part of the house to make a large mushy load into your heavy duty diapers. Depending on who was babysitting you some dinners would be followed up by a large bottle of warm milk. Nothing is quite humbling then being stuck in a hot chicks lap trying suckle down a baby bottle of hot milkies as quickly as possible so you don't mess yourself there and then.

Thankfully you're sitter tonight wasn't that twisted, Grace or Gracie as she preferred to be called was actually a very kind babysitter. She wouldn't tease you as much during changes, sometimes she'd let you stay up an extra 30mins after usual bedtime on weeknights and

would let you play videogames that had a adult rating. You appreciate these little things and always tried to stay on her goodside. You were pretty sure she might have had a crush on you, as she treated you so differently. On your end it was pretty obvious how you felt about her, a lot of changes you'd try not to get erect but always would, she seemed to giggle away and wasn't to upset about it while you lay blushing sucking on your pacifier avoiding eye contact.

The sound of clicking shoes on floor brought you out of your little daydream, Gracie was on her way and changing time about to commence. Gracie peaked into your room.

"Awww always so ready for bed time changies and looks like someone is in desperate need of one to"

You blushed at her comment but also couldn't help notice Gracie had changed her clothes since arriving, she wasn't in her casual lounge wear, but in something more serious a dress. She was dressed to go out and you could smell the fresh perfume she had just applied.

"Okay, I know you're in a big need of a changie but I sorta lost track of time when I was getting ready. Don't panic I'm just going out for like an hour with..... a friend! Now you can stay up that extra hour and do what ever you want. Lets keep that a little secret between you and I"

Gracie said rubbing the front of your diaper to butter you up to the idea. You nodded your head as she did.

"Great! I knew you wouldn't mind. Plus you get to stay up an extra hour playing videogames just like a big boy would"

Both of you heard a car horn outside.

"Oh I gotta go sweetie. Remember I'll just be an hour. Just video games and tv, dont get up to anything naughty!"

she said winking as she ran for the door in her tight dress. You picked up your phone off your bed dresser and scrolled through Instagram, you noticed Gracie had recently put up a story. It was a mirror selfie of her with a caption that read

"Anyone around tonight? I'm free for some fun 😝"

It hit you Gracie wasn't really meeting a friend. You looked back at your bed with your changing mat and fresh overnight diaper out. Whoevers house she was going back to they probably didn't have changing supplies and a diaper laying out you thought in defeat. You booted up your Playstation to try take your mind off it and pass some time.

You played for a while and looked back at your phone, it has definitely been over an hour an you were starting to get bored of videogames and wondering when would Gracie get back. I guess if you had the free time you could sneak in a little humpie action you thought. You weren't allowed to make cummies in your diaper but Gracie wouldn't even notice by the time she got home.

You placed two pillows on your bed and began slowly grinding on them. The mess in the back of your diaper was sloshing about with each stroke. You decided to load up some porn to help you get there a bit easier. You picked a video where the girl kinda looked like Gracie, she was getting worked over hard. She was bouncing on her co-stars dick like a total pro, you begin picking up the pace imagining you were the one giving it to her hard and fast. They switched to doggy, you spat out your pacifier and began unconsciously timing your humps to the strokes in the video. You put your hand on your hips really emphasising the pounding you were giving, if this was Gracie she would be screaming my name you thought.

Suddenly. giggles erupted ,from behind you.

Gracie was standing right there, phone in hand recording. "Oh don't stop I think you're about to make that pillow cum stud muffin" she snorted still giggling at the scene she has just walked into.

You quickly unmounted your pretend sex partner, shocked, embarrassed and humiliated at what Gracie had just caught you in the middle of. You fumbled locking your phone attempting to silence the loud porn video playing.

Gracie shook her head "To think I gave you a little time to stay up and have fun but here I catch you humping the life out of a pillow in a messy diaper. Well firstly thats your phone privilege gone, secondly get into bed you're not getting a change tonight. Lastly, yes I will be sending that little video to your mom she can deal with you tomorrow morning."

She picked up your pacifier pushing it into your open mouth then headed for the door.

"Remember, you'll always be the one humping the pillow hunny not the guy in video giving it."

Diaper pics and gifs credit: @lil-guy-things

Daddy was greated by Jonathon's semi naked form asleep and spralled across the bed when he returned home. As he quietly stripped off his soiled work clothes he gazed at the narrow fitting medical diaper bunched between Jonathon's pale cheeks his cock already pressing against his sweaty underwear in anticipation of the next few minutes.

The movement on the bed made Jonathon stir and the firm hands on his hips, dragging him onto his knees, elicited a moan of protest into his dummy gag. Daddy slipped a hand between Jonathon's legs to feel the damp padding he knew he'd find. Luckily the nappy had kept the bed sheets dry, which had been Daddy's main concern that morning, particularly as he normally kept his boi in an assortment of colourful, babyish, ultra thick nappies.

Jonathon whimpered, his tongue compressed by the bulbous rubber teat, desperately trying to shake free his dream filled mind. He felt a hand on the back of his head pushing his face into the pillow. He knew what was coming, he'd been promised it this morning but the rip of the nappy tapes from around his waist and the rush of cool air around his damp ball sack heightened the impending violation.

"I know you want this," Daddy whispered, rubbing his thick member along Jonathon's smooth crack, pausing at his puckered hole.

Jonathon shook his head in protest and tried to pull away.

Without any further words, Daddy responded by gripping Jonathon's narrow hips and pressing home the point. All seven inches of it.

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Feeling little!

4 Things Miss Crinkle Finds Fascinating About The ABDL Guys She Babysits

1. How some, when they’re not babies, are the most macho Alpha guys, like bodybuilders or hockey players or something, someone who never loses, that goes around smirking at everyone at the gym, flexing their muscles at any opportunity. Yeah, those losers go home and tape up their diaper with cartoon puppies over those nice lower abs. Then they pop in their paci and spend their evening watching Paw Patrol and packing their pampers. And they’re as proud of their droopy diaper dumps as they are of their ripped abs and commanding pecs. If I put them in a playpen with another big baby they would probably show off the size of their pamper load to put the other diaper boy in his place. Trust me, a stinky load is usually the only big thing these guys are packing in their pampers. As babies they’re total simps and the most whiny during discipline. Pathetic and Hilarious.

2. How some are obviously little beta boys. The ones that care way too much, who who got picked on in school. They now act and dress like indie geeks. They may be skinny but they have bodies like weak little boys with soft bellies and little boy bums. They are overly polite and pathetically anxious about offending me. I can tell right away when they’re virgins. A lot of these boys are also bedwetters. Usually they love to talk about their favorite games, movies, anime, and manga or just babble for attention. That’s why I keep a paci-gag handy. Beta diaper boys are best seen and not heard. They are often premature ejaculators, which always makes me smile and sure to adjust their diapers frequently. It always gives me a chuckle when they suddenly freeze in place and shiver with a pathetic little whimper and eyes-shut-tight squirty face.

3. I can usually sniff out a bedwetting beta boy right away, even if he doesn’t smell like baby powder and pee. Insecurity just rolls off them. Bedwetting guys have always interested me, and I have a soft spot for them. I’ve always found it so cute and helpless. Bedwetting is so revealing, so babyish and says so much about a boy without him even being aware of it. I love that they are truly diaper dependent, and will have to wake up to a wet pamper everyday, no matter how old they are or how responsible they try to act. In their deepest subconscious, where true honesty resides, they know they are helpless babies. It’s so interesting to me how many of them eventually find their wet diapers exciting. I know a lot use their wet morning diaper as a fun humpy toy like the big toddlers they are. I always wonder what moms of adult bedwetter boys who still live at home must think, hearing loud crinkling and panting every morning, lol. Guess it’s just part of #boymom life.

4. Which kind of guy do I like better? A lot depends on my mood and the type of day I'm having, but honestly, big guys with tough guy swagger are my personal favorites. It's like being in the presence of a pitbull/poodle mix. They are usually so sensitive deep down, and I like how their tough guy act is just a thin layer on top and then underneath they are such a needy bottom in denial. These guys are definitely the ones I tend to find hot. It's probably why I’m drawn to college frat guys. Just a hint that they're diaper loving bottoms is everything to me. Gives them this wounded-hero vibe, and it's definitely a major turn on.

I’ve been babysitting since I was 13 and have always loved it. I love babysitting beta diaper boys, and I find it very rewarding, but, to be honest, I see them more like asexual baby brothers who are still in diapers. They are cute, small,  and not very impressive. I’m never going to be attracted to a grown man who has a 12 year old boy body, is a total virgin, is cringey-obsessed with diapers, and is a little humpy boy who doesn’t even want to jerk off with his hand like most guys do. As far as I’m concerned, beta babies need to hump that pamper-pussy alone in their cribs because their babysitters and moms definitely deserve a real man!👨 Sorry, losers.

And this is what happens to naughty boys

@abstron

Nursery School Graduation - Complete Story!

Author's Note: This story is for readers 18+ only. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

I eyed the plastic potty for the hundredth time since waking from my nap. 

Set off in a corner by one of the old diaper genies they didn’t use anymore. Unused except for Friday afternoons. It was white and aquamarine with a comfy foam seat. At least Ruby told me it was comfy when she graduated last year. Stickers were plastered all over it: princesses, Transformers, Pokemon. Even a few Diaper Dan stickers. I was gonna add mine today. I’d already decided on a castle.

I looked around the room. There were a bunch of us here in Back to Basics Nursery School. Some crawling around, some toddling, some sitting together with their favorite toys, lost in their own little worlds. The teachers moved from one student to the next, checking diapers, adjusting clothing, offering gentle words of encouragement. One of the teachers, Miss Becca, was bent down, her hands hovering near the waistband of a diaper. She leaned back and waved a hand in front of her nose.

I smirked. Craig wouldn’t clog up the potty line today. And he wasn’t the only one. I spotted more than one saggy, soggy diaper. 

I sat at one of the little wooden tables, crayons in hand, sketching a picture. I’d asked for colored pencils—more precise, better for details—two years ago. Miss Susie gave me some. Then Hansen swiped a handful and dropped them in the fish tank. Mr. Goldy almost died cuz his filter got messed up or something. They took the colored pencils away after that. So, back to crayons I went. 

I set down the blue crayon and picked up the forest green. I was sketching the block tower that Rosie and I had been trying to build all year. The tower in my drawing soared to the ceiling, little people below smiling up at it. Each block was neatly stacked. Stable. I knew it was possible. The blunt tips of the crayons made it hard to tell, but each block in my sketch matched one in the big box of blocks. 

Rosie sat by herself, a concentrated look on her face as she stacked a few blocks at the base of the tower. She was always so eager, so determined, and yet… something always got in the way. Today, it looked like she’d reached that moment again—she’d built a decent base, but the tower’s height had stalled out. I could see her eyes flitting between the blocks and the taller stacks around her, frustration starting to cloud her face. 

She glanced over at me and, after a second of hesitation, got up and wandered over. Her diaper crinkled louder with each step. “Pete,” she said, her voice soft and hopeful. “I can’t make it go higher... Could you help?” She smiled hesitantly. Hopeful. The kind of smile she gave me when she wanted to remind me of the fun we had building together. “You always make it work, and it’s more fun when you help.”

I scanned the room again. I wasn’t scoping out the potty competition this time. I was looking for him. 

Hansen. If I so much as thought the words that came to mind when I saw his piggy little face Miss Roberta would soap my mouth and then spank me till bubbles popped out. He was making a show of building something of his own—a half-hearted effort at a block tower, probably. He didn’t have any ideas of his own. His hands were all over it, awkward and flailing, like he was making a mess on purpose. As always, he was loud and disruptive, knocking into anyone who got too close. 

“I’d like to, but…” I glanced over at Hansen again, feeling a tightness in my chest. “You know how it is with Hansen. He’ll just wreck it like he always does.” I shook my head, giving Rosie a half-hearted smile. “Sorry.”

My stomach grumbled, a deep, low sound. It had been like this since lunch, a gnawing reminder that I hadn’t been able to hold my stinkies all the way from nap time until the end of the day since…well, ever. My attention flicked back to the picture I was drawing, focusing on the tower I could never build. 

“Besides, I’ve got other things to focus on,” I muttered quietly, my hands gripping the crayon tighter, trying to ignore the discomfort.

“You’re going to remember me when you graduate and go to preschool, right?” Rosie asked. Her gaze flicked to my diaper, still clean and dry for the moment. 

“Of course,” I said. “I’m dry, see?” I looked around the room, glancing at the other students who were playing, some of them rolling around in their diapers, others chatting with the teachers or distracted by toys. Most of them seemed so carefree, so comfortable. None of them had been stuck here as long as I had. Hansen’s eyes met mine. 

Dangit. 

He sauntered over. He also looked dry, I noted. “Oh, look,” he sneered, making sure the room heard him. “Petey Pampers. I’m surprised they haven’t named the nursery after you yet.”

“You’re in diapers, too!” Rosie shot at him. Hansen ignored her. “How long’s it been? Two years? Three?” He let out a mock laugh. He leaned close, his breath smelling like apple juice and Cheerios. “I’ll send you a postcard from preschool. They let you use markers there.”

Miss Maryam looked up from putting away the tubs of playdough. Her face scrunched in disapproval. “Hansen, that’s enough. Don’t be mean.” 

“But it’s true!” Hansen said. “He’s been here longer than anyone ever. He’s never getting out of diapers.” 

Miss Maryam chuckled. “Every little diaperboy and diapergirl graduates when they are ready. I’m sure Peter will too, someday.”

My heart dropped into my stomach. 

Hansen rolled his eyes at me and wandered off. 

The other students in the coloring area had quieted. A few looked my way. I wanted to defend myself, to shout, to lash out and tell them I’d seen their saggy, stinking diapers too. But I swallowed my words. I didn’t have to justify myself to them. After today, I’d never see any of them again.

Rosie smiled softly at me, brushing a strand of black hair from her face. “I don’t care if we build the tower or not. We can just hang out. Wanna play cars instead, Pete? We can make a loop and a jump this time. Or something else?” 

I sighed. Set down my crayon. “Maybe we can work on the tower for a few minutes. I have an idea for—” I stopped. 

Hansen had sidled up behind Rosie’s tower, that grin of his stretched wide. He nudged the base with his foot, sending the blocks tumbling in one swift, careless motion. 

Rosie gasped, her hands going to her mouth as she stared at the collapsed structure. “No!” 

I opened my mouth to say something, to defend her. Before I could, Miss Susie called out to the whole nursery. “Everyone, line up. It’s diaper check time.” 

My eyes were on Miss Maryam. They were always on Miss Maryam during the Friday afternoon diaper check. She picked up the training potty and carried it into the middle of the open play space.

Students started to shuffle into the play space, looking expectantly at the plastic training potty in the middle of the room. The excitement in the air shifted, the playful atmosphere transforming into something more serious, more pressing.

I got in line next to Rosie. She was still looking at the remains of her tower. Tears welled in the corners of her big brown eyes. 

I squeezed her hand. “You’ll get it next time.” 

She didn’t respond. 

The teachers worked their way down the line. Pulling back waistbands. Squeezing. Poking. Sniffing. Making their little remarks. 

“Looks like someone got a visit from the sog-monster.” 

“That’s one saggy diaper there, sweetie.” 

“Pee-yeew!”

The ones who weren’t clean and dry—most of them, I was encouraged to see—were led away by teachers. Some cried. Most didn’t care. They were shuffled over to the row of changing tables with soft reassurances about how ‘they could try again next year’ and how ‘a fresh, dry diaper would make them feel right as rain.’ 

I wouldn’t miss this one bit. Checks and changes. Sitting in soggy diapers—or worse. Smelling like baby powder and pee. Preschool had pull-ups, and pull-ups were practically big boy underwear. 

Just a little longer. 

Miss Susie stepped in front of the few of us who remained. “Does everyone remember what today is?” 

“Bromsday!” Lily shouted. She had a big, dopey grin on her face.

I rolled my eyes.

Susie chuckled. “Good try, sweetie. Today is Friday, which means you get a chance to prove you’re ready to graduate and move on to preschool. But this Friday is extra special. It’s the last Friday of the session. Your mommies and daddies need to renew tonight or sign you up for preschool. So if you haven’t proven you’re ready to use the potty, you’ll get to spend another year with us. Yay!”

I could feel the weight of her words. I knew how important today was. I didn’t need any reminders. I just needed to hold my stinkies a little longer. The discomfort in my tummy was 

growing harder to ignore, though.

Miss Susie held the list of names on a clipboard. They assigned the order randomly. At least that’s what they said. I was always at the back. Well, nearly always. It’s why I hadn’t graduated.

“Lily,” Miss Susie called. 

Lily jumped up, brown braids flopping around like she’d won the lottery. Which she basically had. She stood so close to the plastic potty her bare toes touched it. 

“Derek,” Miss Susie said. 

With each voice she called out, my hopes sank. 

Finally, they called Rosie. Then me. And then, at the very back of the line, there was Hansen. He was fidgeting, clearly impatient, his hands on his hips as he muttered to no one in particular. “This is so unfair,” he complained. “I should’ve gone first! Why do I have to wait behind all these losers?” His words drew a few eyes, but the teachers only smiled politely and ignored him, focusing instead on the rest of the students. 

I wished I could be happy Hansen was last, but all I could think about was the number of people in front of me in line. I’d never make it. Never. Rosie was beside me, her eyes bright with optimism, her hand brushing against mine just briefly. 

“Alright, get ready to start the timer for five minutes,” Miss Susie said to Miss Quin. Miss Quin nodded and held up the stopwatch so everyone could see it. 

I groaned quietly. “We know, we know. It’s always five minutes.” 

Hansen leaned close. “Not everyone has been here a million years, Petey Pampers.” 

I stared straight ahead, doing my best to ignore him.

“Lily,” Miss Susie said.

Lily stepped forward, her face bright with excitement. Miss Susie pulled the tapes off her diaper and removed it. The room was silent as she gave the diaper one last check, then nodded. Lily plopped down on the potty, and everyone cheered. Everyone except me and Hansen. 

Lily leaped up when the timer dinged five agonizing minutes later. She beamed with pride, pointing at the potty. “I peed like a big girl!” 

Miss Susie peered down into the potty and nodded appreciatively. “Good job, Lily! Preschool is gonna be so lucky to have such a sweet, clever girl. Now pick out your sticker and show the class. That way, they can all remember what a big girl you were every time they see it.” 

Lily plucked a sticker from the sheet and showed it to the classroom. “A Zoonicorn!” 

Hansen snickered. 

“That’s a very cute unicorn,’ Lily,” Miss Susie said. “Now run on over to Miss Peggy for your very first pull-up.” 

Lily scuttled off, half running, half skipping. Her proud daddy greeted her, gushing over her new, pull-on undies. 

Come on, let’s keep it going. No one liked Lily, anyway. She ate the playdough. 

Next came a diaperboy named Derek. He was tall. Tall enough I thought if we ever got our tower almost to the ceiling, we could ask him to reach up and put the last few pieces on. He had been in the nursery school for a while. Always quiet. But nice enough. 

He froze halfway to the potty. 

“Derek?” Miss Susie asked. “Did you just wet your diaper?” 

He shook his head vigorously, his messy blonde hair flopping all around and covering his face. 

Miss Susie approached and gave the front of his diaper a squeeze. His face turned red, tears welling up in his eyes as he hunched over. “I—I couldn’t hold it,” he stammered through his sobs, his hands shaking. Miss Susie hugged him. “Aww, that’s alright. Run along to your daddy. He’ll help you get your pants on.” 

Derek ran off crying.  

At least it was only pee, I thought. At least he hadn’t pooped. That was something, right? The tension in my gut was still building, gnawing at me as I watched the boy being led away, tears still falling. 

Hansen, of course, couldn’t resist a jab. “Pathetic,” he sneered loudly. “Can’t even make it five minutes. Maybe you should just go back to nursery school.” 

I turned around to give him a dirty look and stopped. His face was all screwed up. His jaw clenched. Fists balled. 

He has to go, too, I realized.

I turned around and smiled to myself. I was going to make it. Not only that, I was going to make it and Hansen was not. Maybe Mommy would get ice cream tonight to celebrate. Cookie dough! 

They let Derek’s timer run the full five minutes. Those were the rules. They were dumb rules, but I’d stopped sharing that opinion a couple of spankings ago. Besides, every second longer was a second Hansen would have to squirm, too. I was going to watch him when they sat me on the potty. Make sure he saw me relaxing and doing my business like a big boy. Comfy. Confident. On the way to preschool.

Marta was next. A petite girl with a shy smile. Her diaper was clean and dry, and there was a momentary hush in the room as Miss Susie planted her on the potty. She looked back at the rest of us, ready to prove she could do it. 

Rosie would be next after Marta, her usual chipper energy still intact despite the failed tower. She leaned toward me, her voice soft. “It’s okay, Pete,” she said, giving me a warm smile. “You’ve got this. I know you do.” 

Appreciation washed over me even as the pressure in my stomach was growing unbearable. My mind kept returning to the tower, to the fun we could have, but the thought of the potty made everything feel more pressing. I shuffled a little closer to her, feeling a connection between us. “You too. We’re gonna have so much fun in preschool together. I bet they have even better blocks there. Legos!”

As the timer continued ticking, the tension in the room grew thicker. My stomach churned again, and I let out a toot. It was louder than I thought it would be. Hansen snickered. 

I shifted, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Not that I didn’t toot in my diapers all the time, but not when the room was quiet and we were all lined up. Not when Rosie was right next to me.

Rosie turned to me. 

“Sorry,” I winced. 

She waved it away. “I pooped my diaper this morning, right before snack time. Remember?” 

I giggled. I did remember. It was really stinky, too. 

“Can I see your sketchbook,” she asked. 

“Why?”

“I wanna see your tower drawing. So I know what to do after you’re gone.” 

I hadn’t shown it to anyone yet, not really, but I didn’t hesitate. I handed her my sketchbook, and it flopped open to a different page with a picture of a sailboat. 

She started flipping through the pages the smile on her face growing. “These are amazing, Pete. You’re so talented!” 

My face flushed with heat. “Just go to the tower one. It’s on the last page.” 

She stopped, her fingers hovering over a page with a different tower drawing. This one was the two of us building a tower that stretched all the way to the ceiling. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Is that… me?” she asked, her voice small, almost a whisper. “You made me look really pretty.”

My face flushed. I snatched the book back, a wave of embarrassment flooding over me. “It’s nothing.”

Rosie opened her mouth to say something.

Tiinnggg

I heard the gentle ding of the door chime. Mommy. She was still in her work clothes: a long brown coat and a blue skirt, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Her heels clicked on the tile as she walked over to the other parents and the teachers. She exchanged a few words with Miss Becca, their voices low and friendly. 

Our eyes met, and she gave me a wave. Miss Becca said something to her. I could barely make it out. “...really trying…another year...potty dance.” They both chuckled.

I realized I’d crossed my legs at some point and was holding my tummy. My stinky-diaper dance, as my Mommy called it. I felt a pang in my chest, hearing them talk about me like that, as if my failure was inevitable. 

Hansen’s potty dance was worse than mine, at least. He clutched the back of his diaper, his forehead all scrunched up. He was getting desperate. He was on the verge of messing himself. Hansen didn’t say anything now; for once, his arrogance had faltered. 

Marta’s timer dinged. 

I nudged Rosie. “It’s almost your turn.”

She looked up at me, sad. 

“What’s the…oh.” I saw the sagging, yellow front of her diaper.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes shimmered with the threat of tears. “I—I tried. I really did.”

“It’s alright. You’ll get it next year. You won’t be stuck here in diapers forever.” 

Rosie shrugged. “I like it here. Teachers are nice. There’s loads of fun toys and activities. I like feeding Mr. Goldy.” 

“So…what’s the matter?” I asked. 

“I really thought we could get the tower all the way to the ceilin’.” 

“Come on up, Rosie,” Miss Susie called out. 

Rosie suddenly wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight, her head pressed against my chest. “Have fun at preschool,” she whispered. 

She thinks you’re going to make it. She’s certain of it. 

She let me go and walked up to Miss Susie, who checked her diaper and found it wet. She consoled her, offering the usual assurance of ‘that’s what diapers are for,’ not realizing the real reason she was so sad. Then Rosie shuffled over to her daddy as her five minutes ticked away. 

I was sweating now. My stomach a hurricane of cramping pains. Time crawled. 

Finally, a light ding. 

“Come on up, Peter,” Miss Susie called. 

I shuffled forward slowly. Carefully. Hands on my aching tummy. 

The teachers and remaining parents gave a half-hearted cheer, their voices soft, polite, but without the energy I’d seen them give to the others. 

A few of the students chuckled, including Hansen, who made no effort to hide the amusement on his face. “Look at Petey doing his little potty dance,” he teased, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Bet he won’t make it.” 

Mommy didn’t laugh. At least, I didn’t think so. But some of the other mommies and daddies did. 

My eyes met Rosie’s. She dabbed away the tears in them and was smiling. Hopeful. Happy for me, even though she knew it meant we wouldn’t hang out anymore. Wouldn’t finish our tower together. 

I glanced over at the jumbled pile of blocks. I wanted to finish that tower together. Desperately. And maybe, if Hansen were gone, we finally could. 

We didn’t get to make many choices in nursery school. Not like preschool. They told us when to have snacks and when to take naps and how long to wash our hands after we fed Mr. Goldy. But I could make this decision. 

I stopped right in front of the potty. “Sorry, Miss Susie,” I said. 

“What for…?”

I dropped into a squat and let the stinky mess push out into my diaper like I had a million times before. Like I probably would a million times again.

“Oh, sweetie,” Miss Susie said. She sighed. 

I stood up when I was done. Everyone was silent. Even Hansen.

Miss Susie put her arm around me. “It’s alright, Peter. We will love to have you for another year. Run along, now.” She gave the back of my diaper a light swat, smooshing the stinky mess I’d deposited there. 

I didn’t care. Not really. 

Mommy’s smile tugged at the corners of her mouth like it did when I spilled juice on the floor or forgot to empty out my diaper pail. Soft, patient love mixed with exasperation. She didn’t look surprised, though. She pulled me tight against her and kissed the top of my head. “It’s alright, sweetie. There’s always next year.” 

I nodded. 

“Ice cream?” she said. 

I smiled. “Can I get cookie dough?”

“Of course.” 

I looked over at Rosie, whose daddy was helping get her coat on. 

“What’s the matter, babycakes?” Mommy asked. 

“Can I have a bit more time?”

She patted my diaper. “I’m sure they’ll let me change your stinky britches before we go. Let me just get your diaper bag from the car.” 

I shook my head. Glanced at Rosie, who was almost out the door now. “Somethin’ else.” 

Mommy looked at Rosie. Nodded. “Of course. Take your time. I’ll talk to Miss Susie about getting you signed up for another year.” 

I ran over to Rosie. 

She stared at me, her eyes wide in shock for a moment. Then, as realization dawned on her, she smiled softly, the corners of her lips curling in understanding. She didn’t say anything, but I saw it in the way she looked at me—there was no judgment, just quiet support.

“Do you want to finish our tower?” I asked her.

She looked up at her daddy, who nodded. “Of course, darlin’. I’ll catch up with the other mommies and daddies for a bit. Have fun.”

I took Rosie’s hand in mine, and we crossed the room.

“Sorry I’m stinky,” I whispered.

She squeezed my hand. “I don’t care.” 

We’d just started the third level of the tower when Hansen screamed. “Yes! I’m going to preschool!” he shouted, the noise grating in my ears. “You see that, Petey? That’s how you do it!”

I ignored him, slotting a big blue block into place. He could have his pull-ups and his Lego blocks. 

I had my friend. 

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bored haha 🙈 in need of cuddles tho