Chapter 1
Jake had never tried hypnosis before. To him it seemed more like fantasy—something you'd see in a movie, not something that actually worked. But one night, while browsing online for relaxing background music, he came across something strange and unexpected: “Potty Training Corrupter.”
What the heck is this? He thought with a smirk. Potty training? There’s no way this works. But the more he read the description, the more intrigued he became. I know it’s silly, I know it won’t actually work, but maybe it could help me relax...
Jake had struggled with his bathroom habits in the past. His childhood was full of potty incidents, his mom constantly reminding him to go to the bathroom, and his anxiety about accidents never completely left. Even as an adult, he still had moments when he wasn’t always the best at remembering to go, something his girlfriend Emily had become all too aware of over the years.
Maybe this track could help him let go of some of those old anxieties. And after the week he’d had at work, a little mental vacation didn’t sound too bad. It wasn’t like he believed it would actually effect his potty training, but a nice relaxation session could only help, right?
Jake hit play and laid back on the couch, pulling the blanket up to his chest. The room was quiet except for the soft rumble of the track's ambient sounds, a low hum that seemed to resonate throughout his entire body. Then a voice soon entered—quiet, calm, and soothing.
“Hey there, little one…” The words were gentle, coaxing him into a state of regression, drawing him in like a lullaby.
Jake wasn't expecting much, but as the voice continued, his body softened automatically. His muscles became loose, his eyelids felt heavier, and the tension in his shoulders began to disappear. It was as if the weight of the world was lifting off him, bit by bit with each word. The voice was so steady, so reassuring, so familiar.
Jake’s mind quieted, his thoughts drifting far into the background. For a few minutes, he wasn’t thinking about anything at all—no work, no bills, no nagging little anxieties that usually followed him around like shadows. The voice continued, pulling him deeper. I feel… good, Jake thought idly. Just... relaxed.
When the session ended Jake stirred, blinking his eyes open. He stretched lazily, feeling more at ease than he had in a long time. He hadn’t realized how much tension he’d been holding onto—his shoulders felt loose, and his head was clear. For a moment, he just lay there, soaking in the calmness.
That wasn’t so bad, he thought, rubbing his face with a smile. Pretty relaxing...
Jake stood up, feeling glad he gave this a try. But as he walked across the room he paused, suddenly aware of an all too familiar feeling. He glanced down at his pants and felt a wave of confusion. Is my underwear... wet?
He quickly placed a hand on the front of his jeans. There it was— a small but distinct wet patch. His stomach dropped.
No way... Jake sighed, feeling deeply embarrassed. Maybe this hypnosis thing actually works, but his skepticism quickly returned. No, no way. I’m just being paranoid. And either way I’m definitely not listening to that thing ever again, Jake told himself firmly.
He grabbed some clean underwear and shorts before hurrying to the bathroom. Emily was due home any minute. He didn’t want her to notice anything out of the ordinary—especially that he’d just had his first wetting accident in months.
Jake heard the jingle of Emily’s keys at the door, and in a split second, his anxiety kicked in. Without thinking, he shoved his wet jeans in the cabinet under the bathroom sink, making a mental note to get them in the laundry ASAP.
He washed his hands and pulled himself together. As he straightened his clothes, he heard the front door click open. Emily was home.
“Hey babe!” Jake called, forcing a cheerful tone. “How was your day?”
Emily’s voice floated from the living room. “It was good, just the usual. What’ve you been up to?”
“Nothing much,” Jake replied meekly, still feeling a bit shaken. “Just, uh, relaxing a bit.”
Jake stepped out of the bathroom, meeting Emily at the door. She smiled, but there was a hint of suspicion in her eyes. “You okay? You seem… off.”
Jake’s heart skipped a beat. Off? He smiled, trying to play it off. “Yeah, just tired. I think I might need a nap. It’s been a long day.” Emily gave him a comforting smile.
"Alright, but don’t nap too long, mister. It’s Friday night, and don’t forget we’re going to the movies later!”
Jake nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the bedroom. He pulled the covers back and settled into bed, setting a 30-minute timer on his phone. It was only a little accident. He reassured himself. I am still potty trained, and I won’t let that happen again. He shut his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
Chapter 2
Jake's eyes fluttered open as the alarm on his phone went off, pulling him out of a deep, dreamy sleep. His head was still foggy, the remnants of that hypnosis session lingering in the back of his mind, or was it just a dream? The room was dark, but the faint glow of streetlights filtered through the blinds. It had only been thirty minutes—a quick nap, nothing too long—but for a brief moment, Jake thought he might have forgotten something important.
He sat up slowly, stretching his arms above his head. And then, he froze, his heart racing as he carefully ran his hands across his clothes and sheets. Thank God. The sheets were dry. His shorts were dry. Jake breathed a sigh of relief.
He shifted in bed, his thoughts drifting to Emily when they first started dating, and the few times they had woken up in wet sheets together. He was naturally embarrassed every time it happened, but Emily was an angel. She was always so kind, helping him clean up and change without ever making him feel ashamed. It was one of the things that made him love her even more.
"Good nap?" Emily asked as she walking into the bedroom. She must have heard the alarm.
"Yeah," Jake said, still feeling a little groggy. "I think I needed it. I’m feeling much better now."
“That’s my good boy. Maybe this time you’ll actually stay awake for the entire movie,” Emily chuckled, her voice full of warmth. “Now, get dressed. It’s almost time for dinner.”
They soon arrived at their favorite restaurant, and for a while, Jake’s potty worries drifted into the background. They talked about their days, shared stories from work, and laughed about old memories. Emily’s smile was infectious, and her easygoing nature automatically eased his tension.
By the time they finished dinner, Jake had forgotten all about before. But as they arrived at the theater, he couldn’t help but notice a slight feeling of pressure in his bladder. Emily gently reminded him, “It’s going to be a long movie. You might want to hit the bathroom now.”
Jake nodded, a little embarrassed she felt the need to say something, but he didn’t argue. “Good idea. I’ll be right back.”
After a successful potty break, Jake rejoined Emily in the theater, where the lights were dimming and the previews started. Emily squeezed his hand, her excitement contagious. "You ready for some scares?" she whispered, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. Jake nodded, feeling a slight twinge of nervousness.
When movie started, the tension in the theater was palpable. He knew Emily loved scary movies, and though Jake wasn’t the biggest fan, he wanted to be brave. So he settled into his seat, focusing on the screen.
Jake was surprised to find himself completely drawn in. The movie was better than he expected—intense, creepy, and surprisingly funny. He laughed with Emily, squeezed her hand during tense scenes, completely forgetting himself. For the first time all evening, he felt normal. He was just a guy on a date, enjoying a scary movie with his girlfriend.
But as the film neared its end, the tension ramped up to a breaking point. The final scene was building toward something awful—something the characters didn’t see coming, but Jake could feel in his bones. The music swelled, the camera panned slowly… then bam! A jump-scare so sudden and brutal that Jake flinched hard in his seat.
In that moment Jake felt a sudden warmth blooming between his legs. He froze completely, his heart hammering as he failed to regain control and proceeded to soaked his pants completely. He squirmed slightly, praying the darkness might hide what he had just done.
Jake barely watched the rest of the movie. The final minutes played out in a blur, Jake sitting stiff and still, acutely aware of the wetness in his pants. The thrill of the film was gone now, replaced with dread. Not from the monsters on screen—but from the very real fear that Emily might notice. This wasn’t just a little wet spot. This was a full blown accident.
As they left the theater, the car ride home was unusually quiet. Emily didn’t say anything at first, and neither did Jake. He stared out the window, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment. He kept hoping she hadn’t noticed his obviously soaked shorts, or that he was sitting in his coat. He just wanted to get home, change, and forget this ever happened.
Emily broke the silence. “Jake, it’s okay,” she said softly, her voice calm but full of understanding. “I’m just surprised. You did go to the bathroom before the movie, didn’t you? I don’t know why you’d… you know…”
Jake’s stomach twisted. She was right. He had gone before the movie. He tried to brush it off, but his mind was spinning.
“I don’t know. Maybe I got too scared” he mumbled.
“I’m so sorry baby.” said Emily, feeling guilty for choosing a scary movie. “It’s really no big deal. We’ll get you home and changed in no time.” Jake didn’t respond, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. They spent the rest of the ride in silence.
When they got home, Emily led Jake straight to the bathroom where she gently helped him out of his damp jeans and pulled down his wet briefs. He stared at his feet, still trying to process what had happened.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” she whispered, crouching by the cabinet under the sink. She reached in for some wet wipes—and paused. Her hand brushed something soft and crumpled. She pulled it out slowly: a pair of Jake’s pants and underwear from before, still damp and hastily balled up.
Her brow furrowed as she sniffed the bundle. “Jake… these are from earlier, aren’t they?”
Jake blinked. “I—uh.” His mouth opened, but nothing came out. There was no way to deny it.
Emily’s expression softened. “Hey. It’s okay.” She stood up and touched his cheek lightly. “I just wish you’d told me, that’s all. I know that had to be… embarrassing. But hiding it like this?” She looked concerned. “I just want to make sure you are okay and have everything you need.”
Jake’s stammered, fighting back tears. “It was just... I thought it was a one time thing. I didn’t want to make it a big deal.”
“I get that,” Emily said gently. “I know accidents happen, especially when you’re overtired or stressed.” Emily reached for the wipes again, her voice light. “Now, let’s get you all clean before you drip on the bath mat, mister.”
Jake let out a sigh of relief and managed a sheepish smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
She got to work with quiet care, gently wiping him like it was the most normal thing in the world. No judgment, no disgust—just the same calm, nurturing presence she always had. Jake stood still, feeling comforted by the intimacy of it all. When she was done, she gave him a little pat on the hip and handed him a fresh pair of briefs;
“Go get cozy,” she said. “I’m gonna go toss your wet stuff in the wash. I’ll be back in just a sec.”
He headed to the bedroom, pulling up his undies and slipping beneath the covers. The sheets were cool and soft, and he felt himself getting sleepy.
Emily returned a few minutes later, switching off the light and climbing into bed beside him. She slid close, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
“There,” she whispered. “All safe and warm. Let’s try not to have any more surprises tonight, okay baby?”
Jake let out a small breath of a laugh, unsure whether to feel comforted or embarrassed by her comment—but he didn’t pull away. He liked the way she said it, and how it made him feel small.
They lay there in silence, her breathing slowing, fingers resting lightly on his chest. After a few minutes, Emily had drifted off completely, her body soft and warm against his side.
But Jake was still awake. He couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. About the hypnosis. The way it made him feel. He told himself he shouldn’t listen again. That it was stupid, even reckless.
But the urge was there, quietly insistent, tugging at the edges of his mind.
Jake slowly eased himself out of bed, one inch at a time, careful not to disturb Emily.
Barefoot and silent, he crept down the hallway to the living room, where his phone and ear buds sat waiting on the end table.
He hesitated for a long moment— and hit play.
Chapter 3
Jake woke with a jolt, eyes blinking against the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. How did he get back in bed?
“Jake… hey, wake up…” Emily’s voice was soft but insistent, her hand gently shaking his shoulder.
His eyes finally focused. Emily was crouched beside the bed. Jake sat up, but the sheets clung to him as he felt something all too familiar. Wet. Everything was wet.
“Oh no…” Jake muttered. His pajama bottoms were soaked, and the sheet beneath him was damp all the way through to the mattress protector. “Emily—I—”
“I know. You wet the bed. It’s okay baby.” Emily said gently. “Come on. Let’s get this mess cleaned up”
Jake felt Emily gently pull off his soaked pajamas and underpants before lead him into the bathroom once again. Without a word she guided him into the shower, turning on the warm water and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping out to handle the bedding.
When Jake finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom, he saw that the bed had already been stripped. A fresh pair of underwear was neatly folded at the edge of the mattress. But next to it was something he hadn’t seen in a long time: one of the old incontinence pads he used to wear when he and Emily had first started dating.
He stared at it, his stomach churning.
Emily walked back in, holding a laundry basket on her hip. She saw him looking.
“I found a few in the back of the closet,” she said carefully, setting the basket down. “I thought… just in case. I know it’s embarrassing, but I figured it might help you feel more comfortable if.. something like this happens again.”
Jake opened his mouth to protest, but the words didn’t come.
“It’s not forever,” she added quickly. “Just until the accidents stop. Hopefully that’ll be soon!”
He nodded, unable to meet her eyes. “Okay,” he muttered as his cheeks pink with embarrassment.
The rest of the morning passed uneventfully. Emily sat in the living room catching up on work emails, while Jake curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, mindlessly watching cartoons. The pad felt bulky underneath his shorts, the quiet rustle a frequent reminder that his control might actually be slipping.
Still, the cartoons were fun. The bright colors, the silly voices—they gave him something to focus on besides feeling embarrassed.
About halfway through the episode, he felt a sudden and powerful pressure build in his bladder. It came out of nowhere, so intense that he gasped and grabbed his crotch instinctively. He leapt up and bolted for the bathroom, barely making it just in time.
He stood in the bathroom and sighed. That was way too close.
“Everything okay?” Emily’s voice floated down the hallway.
Jake stepped out, face flushed. “Yeah. I just… really had to go.”
Emily smiled gently and walked over, casually reaching into his underwear to check his pad. “Still dry,” she said brightly. “Good job baby!”
Jake’s face turned even redder than before, but the praise made something in his chest flutter. Embarrassment, yes—but also pride. He was genuinely happy he made it to the potty in time. Maybe I am still potty trained after all..
“Do you want to go for a walk?” she asked, changing the subject. “It’s sunny out.”
Jake nodded happily. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
They took a slow loop through the neighborhood, hand-in-hand, the air fresh and cool. About halfway through the walk, Jake felt a rumble deep in his gut. He slowed down, frowning unconsciously.
Emily noticed immediately. “Hey, you okay?”
He hesitated, then spoke quietly. “I… I need to go. Like… number two. Bad.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly, but she nodded, tightening her grip on his hand. “Okay. Let’s hurry back, alright? You’ve got this.”
They picked up the pace, Jake walking stiffly, trying to hold on. But the pressure kept building—sharp and insistent. They were just a few steps from the front door when Emily pulled out her keys.
“I’ll get it, just hang on—”
Splrrrrrch!
The sound was unmistakable.
Emily paused, keys in the lock. She turned and looked back at Jake in disbelief.
He stood frozen in place, wide-eyed, as a huge warm mess forced its way out into the back of his padded underpants. He couldn’t stop it. It just… happened.
“Oh… Jake…” Emily mumbled. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you inside.”
She led him straight to the bathroom, her hand gentle and steady on his back. Jake was shaking, the humiliation crashing over like a wave.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to—It just—”
“Shhh,” she said softly, brushing tears from his cheek. “I know. I can tell how upset you are. You don’t have to explain, baby.” She crouched beside him and reached for the waistband of his pants.
Jake flinched. “Wait—no. I can do it,” he said quickly, his voice thin and brittle.
Emily paused, looking up at him. “Are you sure?”
He nodded, but his hands trembled as he fumbled with the button. The smell was so strong, and as he peeled the fabric down and saw the full extent of his accident, he froze.
Emily watched for a moment, then reached for the wipes.
“I said I’ve got it,” Jake mumbled, turning his face away. But he didn’t move.
Emily crouched beside him, her tone quiet but firm. “Jake… you’re a mess. Let me help.”
Humiliation burned hot behind his cheeks, but when he looked down at himself—really looked—he knew he was in over his head. The mess was everywhere.
“…Okay,” he whispered.
Emily carefully helped him step out of his soiled briefs, her guiding touch firm and matter-of-fact. She thoroughly cleaned him up the best she could with wet wipes, never making a face or drawing attention to the putrid smell. Then she started the shower and gave him a small nod.
“Hop in and wash off, okay?”
Jake stepped under the water and let it wash over him. The warmth helped, but his hands still trembled as he scrubbed at his skin, the humiliating scent clinging to his memory even after it had gone down the drain.
When he stepped out a few minutes later, wrapped in a towel and still shaky, Emily was waiting just outside the bathroom. She held a fresh pair of underwear and another pad in her hands.
“I had to toss the last ones,” she said softly, offering them to him. “The pad didn’t really… do much.”
Jake took them and set them on the bed. He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Jake… if you’re pooping yourself like this, you might be coming down with something. Your stomach, maybe?” Her voice was soft and concerned. “I’m going to run to the store to grab a few things. I think you should lie down while I’m gone. Please be extra careful to go potty as soon as you feel it, okay?”
He nodded with tears in his eyes. She gave his arm a gentle squeeze and offered him a reassuring smile. “Just try to take it easy, alright? I won’t be long.”
Then she turned and left, the door clicking shut behind her.
Jake stood there alone for a moment, Emily’s concerned voice still echoing in his mind. He walked slowly back to the bedroom. The fresh pad and briefs waited on the bed, neatly folded. A humiliating reminder of what had just happened.
Jake sighed. He didn’t want to put them on. But he also didn’t trust himself not to have another accident. So he slowly got dressed—awkwardly pressing the pad into place before pulling the briefs up over his waist. He made a mental note, firm and clear: No more accidents. No more hypnosis. I am potty trained.
He pulled on a pair of shorts to cover his bulky underpants, then waddled back to the living room and collapsed onto the couch.
The TV was on, the cartoons still playing—bright, cheerful, and absurd. He curled up under a blanket and tried to focus, to lose himself in the silly colors and squeaky voices. But the embarrassment lingered. He had just pooped his pants. And worse, his girlfriend had to clean him up.
Jake turned his face into the couch cushions, biting back the sting of more tears.
The cartoon voices blurred together into a gentle hum. The soft blanket pressed against his face like a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed. In just a few minutes Jake drifted into sleep.
Chapter 4
The soft rustle of grocery bags and the quiet jingle of keys in the door pulled Jake slowly from sleep.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Emily’s voice called gently. “I’m back.”
Jake sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. Emily was setting a few bags on the kitchen counter, already pulling out ingredients.
“I picked up some extra-yummy stuff for dinner,” she said, her tone bright and cheerful. “Something easy on your tummy so we don’t have anymore… never mind.”
Jake winced, her unintentional reminder making his face flush. He glanced down, suddenly hyperaware of the damp bulky feeling between his legs.
Emily turned toward him, holding up a packaged wrapped in crinkly plastic.
“Oh—and I got these too.”
His heart sank. Diapers. A familiar brand, too. Thick, soft, and printed with faint blue designs. The same ones Emily brought home years ago, when Jake was going through that another period of bedwetting.
“Emily…”
“Just for tonight,” she said calmly. “One night. If you’re dry in the morning, we’ll go back to the pad. Deal?”
He crossed his arms. “I don’t need diapers.”
“You don’t think so?” she said, walking over to the couch. Her eyes dropped down to his waistband, and before he could stop her, she gently tugged the edge of his shorts down and checked at his pad.
Jake stiffened.
Emily let out a soft sigh as she felt the pad and underwear—both visibly wet.
“If you’d stayed in these any longer, the couch would’ve been ruined,” she said gently.
Jake looked away, shame burning across his cheeks.
“I’m not mad,” Emily added, crouching beside him. “I just want you to be comfortable. And clean. That’s all.”
He didn’t respond right away. But when she gave him a soft nudge and offered her hand, he took it.
“…Fine.”
They headed over to the bedroom, where Emily gently pulled off his wet underwear, removed the used pad, and once again began wiping him. Then she pulled out a diaper and laid it out on the bed.
‘Hop on baby.’
Jake was silent as he laid down. Emily proceeded to powder and diaper him as if she’d done it a thousand times before. Despite the palpable embarrassment, Jake couldn’t help but feel small, safe, and deeply cared for.
When she finally finished taping it up snugly, he let out a shaky breath.
It felt good.
Soft, thick, crinkly.
Emily smiled. “There. Much better.”
Jake stared down at himself, flushing again. “I look ridiculous.”
“No, you look cute,” she said, smoothing the front of the diaper with her palm. “And now we can both stop worrying about your little accidents.”
Dinner was simple and delicious—Emily made chicken and rice soup with French bread and applesauce on the side. As they ate and enjoyed each others company Jake finally started to relax again, his nerves calmed by the warm fullness in his belly.
After dinner, they curled up on the couch to watch a funny movie. Jake’s diaper crinkled softly with every movement, but Emily didn’t seem to notice—or maybe just didn’t care. By the time the credits rolled, the apartment was quiet, and everything felt calm.
Before bed, Jake made a point to go to the bathroom, even though he didn’t really need to.
When he came out, he beamed. “I’m still dry!”
Emily gave him an exaggerated smile. “That’s awesome, kiddo!”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said with a wink—and then, to his horror, she stepped close and pulled back the waistband of his diaper.
“Emily!”
“Just checking for poop,” she said innocently. “Can’t be too careful.”
“There’s obviously not—!”
“Good job,” she cooed. “You’re such a big boy.”
He groaned and buried his face in his blanket as she tucked him into bed like a preschooler, pulling the covers up to his chest and giving his hair a gentle tousle.
“Sleep well, okay?”
“…Yeah,” he muttered. “Can I listen to some sleep music?”
“Of course,” Emily said with a soft smile, flicking off the light and sliding under the covers beside him. Her thighs pressed against the soft bulk of his diaper.
Jake felt his cheeks heat up as he reached for his phone on the nightstand, slipping in his earbuds. As he opened his playlist, his eyes caught on the track at the top.
The same one.
The Potty Training Corrupter.
Still queued up.
Still waiting.
His finger hovered for a second.
He new he couldn’t listen again. At least he shouldn’t.
But for some reason… he tapped it.
The soft voice spilled into his ears, warm and familiar.
“Hey there, little one…”
Chapter 5
Jake woke to the morning light filtering through the bedroom curtains. For a few long, blissful seconds, he felt nothing but cozy. The bed was warm, his pillow was soft, and his body felt rested and relaxed. Then he noticed the faint sound of running water. The shower.
Emily was already up.
He stretched slowly beneath the blankets, only to pause as a different sensation registered. The bulk between his legs was swollen and squishy, cradling him in warm dampness. He shifted slightly and squeezed his diaper to check. Clearly soaked.
Jake’s heart fluttered. He didn’t remember waking up. Didn’t remember wetting. But there it was—undeniable proof he had had another accident.
He felt embarrassed, but also oddly comforted. The diaper kept everything clean and dry, and if he was careful maybe he could take it off before Emily noticed.
The shower water shut off, and Jake tensed.
A sudden cramp twisted deep in his gut—sharp and urgent. He gasped quietly and curled up beneath the covers, one hand instinctively pressing against his bottom.
Oh no.
The pressure was building fast, like a wave cresting with no turning back. His heart pounded in his chest as he clenched as hard as he could, desperate not to lose control.
You’re awake, he told himself, his inner voice growing frantic. You’re not a baby. You can hold it. Just hold it.
His breathing quickened. Another cramp surged through him as he whimpered.
Sweat dotted his brow as he buried his face in the pillow, trying to focus on anything else. But the urge was all-consuming now. His body was screaming for release, the cramps coming closer together, more powerful, more impossible to resist.
No—please, not now.
The bathroom door handle clicked.
And then… he lost control.
With a muffled, wet squelch, the mess forced its way out of him. His face burned as his body gave in, filling the back of his diaper with soft warm poop.
He couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t slow it down. Couldn’t even speak. His face crumpled as the last bit of resistance left his body, and all he could do was lie there in his own mess, limp and horrified.
The smell spread quickly, awful and unmistakable. Jake squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear.
The door opened.
Emily stepped out, towel-wrapped, still drying her hair. She smiled when she saw him.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said, crossing to the dresser. “Feeling any better today?”
Jake opened his mouth, tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. “I… I think so,” he managed weakly, eyes darting away.
But Emily paused. Sniffed the air. Turned toward him with narrowed eyes.
“Jake?” she said, voice tight with concern. “What… is that…”
She pulled back the covers without waiting for a response.
“Oh my god.” Her voice was stunned.
Jake whimpered. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
“Jake,” she interrupted. “Did you poop yourself again? Seriously?”
He buried his face in his hands. “I tried to hold it, I swear. I just woke up and… I couldn’t…”
Emily shook her head, more surprised than angry. “This is… I mean, your diaper’s soaked and messy. Jake, you really needed it last night.”
He winced. “I didn’t think it would happen again…”
“Well, it did. And we’re done pretending it’s just a one-time thing, You’re staying in diapers mister. For as long as it takes for all these accidents to stop.”
Emily helped Jake up and guided him to the floor beside the bed, spreading out a clean towel like a changing mat. Jake moved slowly, his face burning with shame, the weight and squish of the messy diaper a perpetual reminder of his potty training failure.
Emily moved with quiet efficiency, her presence calm and grounding. She opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a fresh diaper, wipes, and powder.
Jake lay back with a nervous breath, staring up at the ceiling, heart thudding in his chest. He jumped a little when her fingers brushed his waistband.
“Shhh,” she whispered. “It’s okay. Just relax, baby.”
He closed his eyes, nodding slightly.
She untaped the soggy, swollen diaper and peeled it back slowly. Her nose wrinkled instinctively at the mess, but she didn’t recoil. She just gave him a soft, sympathetic look.
“Oh, honey,” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “You really couldn’t help it, could you?”
Jake wanted to disappear into the floor. “I’m sorry,” he said again, voice barely audible.
She shook her head. “You don’t need to be. That’s why you’re in diapers now. So you don’t have to worry about messes in your pants anymore.”
She lifted his legs gently, peeling the soiled diaper out from beneath him and carefully rolling it up like a pro. Then she set to work, cleaning him up with warm, patient strokes—wipe after wipe, making sure every bit of mess was gone.
When she was done, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Jake’s breath hitched.
“I know this is embarrassing,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “But I’m proud of you. You’re being so good for me.”
He didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
She reached for the baby powder and sprinkled it liberally over his skin, smoothing it in with gentle, circular motions. The scent rose between them—soft and nostalgic.
Then came the fresh diaper, fluffed and ready. She slid it beneath his hips and began taping it snugly into place. One tape, then the other, firm but gentle.
Jake let out a long breath and looked up at her.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Emily leaned down and kissed him again, brushing his hair back from his damp forehead.
He looked up at her, eyes searching. “You’re not mad?”
She smiled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Of course not baby. I’m just glad this time you were wearing a diaper so you didn’t make another big mess.”
He swallowed. “I’m sorry.. I just wish I could be normal.”
Emily helped him to his feet, brushing his hair back from his face. “You are normal, Jake. You’re just going through something right now. When you're ready, we’ll get to work on your potty training again. But for now, no more pressure, okay? No more worrying about accidents.”
Jake didn’t argue. He didn’t feel like he could. But more than that—he didn’t want to. Something in him just… let go. Like a knot he hadn’t even noticed was there had finally loosened.
Emily gave his hand a squeeze. “Come on,” she said gently. “Let’s go enjoy our day.”
The End =^_^=