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An Unwilling Training Partner

Part 2

The walk towards his bedroom was the longest Kit had ever felt. Even in his most embarrassing or rebellious moments he’d never felt this humiliated. The pull-up between his legs squished with every movement of his thighs, the warmth of his accident fading slowly but noticeably until his mother opened his door and pulled him through.

“Sit down Kit”

The raccoon carefully tried to shuffle his way onto his soggy pull-up without the wet cotton squishing into his fur, but his muzzle curled as his bottom squished the back of the padding into his buttocks.

“So, what do you have to say for yourself?” Faye crossed her arms and stood over him, her eyes piercing through her sons with a stern look of disappointment. Kit looked down, trying to avoid eye contact, but only managed to remind himself of the current state of his underwear, the front clearly now missing all the fade-when-wet elements.

“I… I didn’t mean to…”

Faye sighed “Really? That’s it?”

Kit couldn’t respond. His muzzle refused to open, even as upset and annoyed as he was by this whole situation.

“I guess so” Faye muttered and walked to the door “Stay here, don’t move a muscle”

Kit nodded as he was left to stew. How could this happen? He wasn’t a toddler, he was fully potty trained, yet here he was in a soggy pull-up that should be worn by four year olds at most. He’d not even wet the bed for a decade.

How did he explain this to his mom? He’d noticed he’d needed to pee but it hadn’t been that bad had it? Maybe it was just him getting too excited over the game? Maybe Ace was distracting him? Would any of those reasons convince her?

He turned the questions over until Faye returned, with several items in her hands but an unchanged look of stern disapproval.

“Right, let’s go over a few things shall we.”

Kits mouth dropped as she placed the items on the bed. The pack of diapers from earlier she’d threatened him with, powder and wipes from Ace’s diaper bag and a pacifier.

“Mom I don’t…”

“Kit, please don’t start. Just listen. Trust me, it’s your best option”

The raccoon desperately wanted to continue but his mothers continued firmness was disarming any attempt for his brain to form coherent thoughts quickly enough to voice them.

“This weekend was supposed to be a nice, fun time with my sister and your cousin. We haven’t seen them for months after all and Ace is finally old enough to talk to.” she took the pack of diapers and put them on her lap “Instead it turned into an embarrassing nightmare for me. I knew you wouldn’t exactly be on your best behavior but this is just ridiculous”

Kit shook his head “I just.. I got too excited and Ace…”

Before he could continue his mother picked up the pacifier and put it in front of his muzzle, stopping him cold.

“Open up, put this in, don’t talk”

Kit shook his head “I don’t…”

With a quick movement the rubber bulb was put into his muzzle and his mother put her finger on the shield, preventing him from spitting it out.

“One more word and your games consoles are going to Goodwill”

Immediately Kit shut his muzzle around the pacifier and just moaned in frustration. Some risks weren’t worth taking, especially right now.

“Right, where was I… ah yes, this…” she pointed at the pull-up “is one of the most disappointing things I’ve seen you do in years. It’s one thing for Ace to miss the toilet, he’s three, but you? You’re eighteen and going to your last year of high-school. It’s unacceptable”

Kit just listened, hanging his head and trying not to argue back for the sake of his electronics survival.

“But maybe that’s just because expecting you to be an adult is just too much. You’re technically one now, but that doesn’t mean you’re mature. And clearly you’re barely as mature as your cousin. And since he has rules about his potty training, it’s only fair you follow the same ones”

With a loud popping noise she ripped open the top of the pack of diapers, the thick white disposable popping out a little as the pressure on the contents was released, allowing them to spread out.

“So, this is your underwear for the rest of the day. I’m half-tempted to do it for the rest of the weekend, but I’m hoping this will be a lesson you’ll have already learnt and this is a punishment you’ll remember for a while”

Kit nodded. His mind desperately tried to convince itself that this was worth it to avoid losing his collection of video games. He’d just get through this, then he could go back to enjoying them and forget this happened. Faye took one diaper out of the bag and tossed it in her hands.

“Really thought I was through changing you out of these…” she sighed “Lie back baby”

Kit blushed, but obeyed, his muzzle starting to suckle instinctively on the pacifier as his head settled on the duvet and his eyes focussed on the ceiling. He felt his mother push his legs apart and slip a finger into his pull-ups, tutting in the process.

“Not even a small accident…” her hand moved to Kits side “hold still baby, just need to get this off you”

The raccoon shifted slightly but kept relatively still as the sides of his pull-up were loudly torn free, the front pushing upwards as the elastic lost its tension. Faye took the waistband and pulled it down, Kit covering his eyes at the thought of his mother seeing his nethers.

“Didn’t want to see this either kiddo” she said with a chuckle, pulling the padded underwear out from under his bottom and balling it up “Right, let’s see if I can still lift my little guys legs up”

Kit groaned as his mother grabbed both his ankles and hoisted them into the air, his butt on full display and his face going redder with every second.

“This might be a tad cold…” Faye took a wipe out of the pack and flicked it, putting her hand under it and rubbing it onto Kits bottom. He gasped around the pacifier as the newly freezing wipe met his pee warmed buttocks, but managed to shut his muzzle for the rest of the process.

“Good boy” his mother gave him a reassuring rub on the tummy “You’ll feel a bit of a tickle while I do the powder”

Kit just tried to ignore his mothers words and focus on what to do when this was over. His mind began to wander to the idea of walking around the house in the diaper, Ace giggling at him the whole time. At least he was also in diapers for the day…

“Right, done” Faye patted her hands down of the remaining powder and separated Kits legs again, pulling the front of the diaper up between them and adjusting the sides “And one side… and the other”

Kit felt the tapes stick into place and secure the Teddies diaper around his waist. In a way, the feeling was familiar, a distinct bulk between his legs that was far more noticeable than the trainers had been and prevented his thighs from touching entirely. His legs felt off, like they should be at a naturally different angle as he tried to move on the bed, his mother standing back up to admire her handiwork.

“I’d say that was the best behaved you’d been all day” she crossed her arms and looked down at her son, still lying flat on the bed “Come on, sit up, unless you want to take a nap?”

Kit groaned past the pacifier again as he forced himself into a seated position, the crinkling of the diaper loudly announcing what his mother had just changed him into “Dis is schtupid”

His mother giggled “Gosh, you sound precious with that pacifier in” she pulled it out and ruffled his head fur, the raccoon blushing anew “So, anything to say?”

Kit thought for a second, his muzzle dropping slightly as he tried to think of what words his mother might be looking for.

“Err… sorry?”

His mother sighed “I was looking for “thank you for changing me”, but that will have to do. Scooch over for a second alright?”

Kit obeyed, Faye sitting next to him and putting her hand on his right leg “Kit, can I ask you something? And I want you to be honest, no silly rebellion, no passive aggressiveness. Ok?”

The raccoon was taken aback slightly by the change of tone, but nodded as his mother put her hand around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug “Did you… did you wet the trainers on purpose?”

Kits eyes went completely wide “What? No!” he recoiled from the hug and stood back up, nearly losing his balance in the process as his legs just about adjusted to the new underwear “Why would I do that?!”

“It’s just…” Faye stood up and looked him in the eye “You’ve clearly been stressed out, maybe about going back to school or growing up or whatever” she put her hands on his shoulders “I’ve felt it, it’s the same for me. It’s tough seeing you be so independent but so, well, difficult”

Kit couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wasn’t that stressed, even if school had been playing on his mind. What was his mother talking about?

“I’m fine. Really I’m…”

“Kit, either you’re stressed and had an accident, or you’re not stressed and you ignored going to the toilet.” Faye looked back at the changing supplies and balled up pull-up on the bed “I just want you to know it’s ok if you just need a bit of a break from all this… this… grown up stuff”

The raccoon didn’t know how to respond. His mother had trapped him in a catch 22 of his own making and there was no good answer.

“I didn’t pee myself on purpose” was all he could think to say.

“I know sweetie” Faye kissed him on the forehead “But I think you need a bit more TLC for a bit. Maybe I’ve been ignoring some of your behavior I should’ve been paying more attention to.”

Kit just stood stunned, looking down at the diaper on his hips and trying not to think about what “a bit more TLC” might mean. His mother gave him one last head pat before taking his hand and giving it a little tug.

“Come on, enjoy some time with Ace. You’re both in diapers now and we’ll supervise you from here on out. Your aunt and I were about to watch some TV anyway, so you can’t have your games anyway”

“But I don’t want to…” he whined, grasping his tail and holding it in front of him to block his own view of the padding between his legs.

His mother shook her head “Kit, I’m afraid you’re the only one to blame for this. Come on, it’ll be ok. It’s not like it’s forever is it?” she smiled, taking his right hand “Ace just wants to play games with you, he’s not asking for much. If you’re good, I’ll let you stay up and play games when Ace has gone to bed, how does that sound?”

Kit nodded. The offer was one small crumb of comfort among everything else and he dare not refuse it.

“Good. Let’s go back to see Auntie Julia shall we?”

Kit let his mother take him out of the room, his arms and legs feeling weaker by the moment. He could feel a slight waddle in his step, the thickness of his new underwear making it difficult to move in his natural stride.

“Oh my goodness!”

Kit heard Julia as she walked down the corridor towards them, Ace in her arms. His blushed returned and he instinctively went to hide behind his mother to avoid her seeing any more than she already had.

“Is Kit in a diaper mommy?” Ace asked, trying to croon his head round to see his cousin “I saw Teddy! Like on my diapers!”

“That’s right hun! Kit didn’t make it to the potty, so you and he are going to have to be diaper buddies!”

Ace grinned “Does that mean I’m the big kid? I went potty!”

“I’m still bigger than you Ace” Kit grumbled, his tail refusing to come out between his legs.

Faye pulled him out from behind her and patted him on the back of his Teddies “Now now Kit, it’s not a competition. You’re both only in diapers because of an accident aren’t you?”

Kit looked at his aunt, instinct kicking in for the hope that she might come to his aid. She simply looked back at him and giggled.

“Don’t look at me, you’d be going into school on Monday with a pack for the nurse if I had my way” she teased. Kit felt his eyebrow rise at the suggestion that he’d be in these for school. He couldn’t bear the idea.

“Oh I don’t think that’s necessary. I’m sure he’s just a bit stressed out” Faye kissed him again on the side of the head and let go of his hand “Besides, I wouldn’t want to force that on the poor nurse”

Having had enough of his mother and aunts teasing Kit pulled his hand away and walked back towards his bedroom. He wasn’t far off shouting at them, but he knew better. He could at least hope to hide there.

“Take Ace with you Kit. If you want to prove you’re the bigger one here then actually play with him”

“I don’t want to…” Kit whined “It’s my room! I don’t want Ace playing with my stuff!”

Faye sighed “Kit, you’re in no position to argue. Either you can be the bigger kid or I’ll start treating you exactly like Ace, down to the…”

“It’s my bedroom!” he stamped on the floor “This isn’t fair!”

Julia laughed “Oh my gosh, he’s so cute when he tantrums”

Kit felt his face flush bright red with indignation. His muzzle went into a snarl, but as he was about to respond, his mother took the pacifier and shoved it back in.

“Guess that answers that question” she took his hand again and pulled him back towards the lounge “Try acting at least the same age as Ace”

Totally disarmed and his brain rapidly running out of potential responses, Kit just growled and let himself be taken back to the main room. His cousin was humming happily, watching him from behind and clearly enthusiastically supporting this change of circumstances.

“Ace, have you got anything you’d like to play with Kit?”

The jackalope thought for a second and then smiled “I wanna play with my Creato-Blocks”

Kit tried hard not to groan again. The idea of playing with the oversized plastic construction blocks made him bored before he’d even begun to try.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Julia put Ace down and let him run over to a colorful box at the end of the room “Go on Kit, go help him build something!”

Kit felt a swat to his backside as his mother made it clear this wasn’t negotiable. All but defeated he trudged over to his cousin and sat down, the loud crinkling of his diaper just adding to the incredible feelings of embarrassment he was dealing with.

As he sat down and watched the jackalope start to unpack more and more of the blocks he desperately hoped this was the lowest point today could go.