An Unwilling Training Partner - Part 4 (Patreon)

Part 4

The sun came streaming in through Kit's bedroom window as his curtains were vigorously drawn aside. He immediately pulled the duvet over his head and turned away from the window, groaning in response to the sudden and welcome intrusion of the light. His eyes stayed tightly shut, trying their best to keep out the rays of sunlight.

“Come on Kit, time for breakfast” Faye shook him lightly on the shoulder “We’re heading out to the mall soon so if you want some cereal you need to…” she paused for a second as she pulled the duvet back, revealing Kit's matted face.

“Oh gosh, you haven’t done that for years…”

The racoon finally let his eyes open and immediately found his sightline blocked by a large, fluffy paw. It was balled up in a fist at the end of his muzzle, a little drool visibly covering the end.

It was his paw. And its thumb was in his mouth.

“Urgh!” He recoiled, pulling it free from his maw “I… wasn’t… I mean”

His mother took the opportunity to grab his duvet and throw it away from the bed. Kits eyes only widened as his mind started to piece together everything from yesterday, the embarrassment and humiliation all coming to the fore as he gazed down at the large crinkly undergarment around his waist.

“Good thing I got you up. Looks like you had a proper accident last night.”

“What?!” Kit pulled his legs apart and took a closer look. His muzzle instantly curled as the scent of ammonia reached his nostrils, the undeniable confirmation that the diaper he’d been wearing overnight was no longer as dry as it had been when he’d gone to sleep.

“I… I didn’t…”

Faye didn’t give him time to finish the sentence before grabbing the pack of pull-ups from beside his bed and handing the raccoon one pair of the padded underwear “Would you like me to help you change or can you get into your pull-ups on your own?”

Kits face burned with embarrassment. All courage was drained, he’d wet the bed and now his mother was asking if he needed help getting into training pants. He tried to stutter out an answer but the mixture of emotions made it nearly impossible to find anything other than a small mewl.

His mother didn’t seem at all perturbed or surprised. She simply waited patiently, pull-up in hand, until it became clear that all Kit could do was keep Toast close to his chest and hide behind him.

“Stand up”

Kit obeyed, pulling himself out of bed and standing in front of his mother. His diaper was drooping precipitously around his waist, stretched by his apparent squirming over night and the soaking he’d given it. Faye took some wipes and opened up the diaper, making sure to check for leaks as she carefully removed it.

“Oh dear, maybe putting you to bed straight after supper wasn’t the best idea…”

The racoon just groaned, hugging Toast even tighter to his chest. He gasped as the cold wipes made their way around his nethers, Faye not giving him anytime to adjust. She balled up the old diaper and left it to one side, stretched out the waistband of the pull-ups in front of her son, and then offered them out.

“One leg in, come on kiddo you can do it”

A small measure of resistance finally built up in the racoon as he looked down at the crinkling underwear “I… I want to wear my boxers”

Faye sighed “When you’ve shown you can make it to the potty without having an accident I’ll give them back, ok?”

“But… I don’t need diapers or…”

Faye giggled and looked back at the balled up padding, raising an eyebrow as Kit tried to stutter out the rest of the sentence “I think we need to make sure you don’t” she said, matter of factly “Besides, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself for this”

As he put one leg in the pull-ups, Kit felt a sudden urge to move his thumb back to his mouth. It was instinctual, coming from some deep part of his brain that had long since been repressed. He tried to push it back down as he put his second leg in and his mother pulled the thick pants over him, checking the leak-guards and threading his tail through the hole at the back.

“Let me or Julia know if you need to go potty, ok?”

Kit just nodded, Toast still clutched tightly in his arms.

“Good boy!” Faye stood up and ruffled his head fur, giving the raccoon a proper case of bedhead “Now, let’s go get you some breakfast!”

After being led to the kitchen in his mothers paw, pull-ups on full display, Kit tried to focus on anything other than the feeling of thickness between his legs. He was stuck like this for how long? Until he made it to the potty… the toilet… enough times to prove he was potty trained? How many times would that be?

“Mommy, is Kit potty training again?”

Ace’s voice broke through to the raccoon as he realized he’d been led all the way to his seat. He’d been standing up behind it, in full view of the bunny that was now somehow managing to take the high ground over him on one of the most basic skills imaginable.

“I’m not!” He frowned at Ace as he sat down, looking at the bowl of cereal in front of him “This is just some dumb…”

“He just needs a little extra practice” Faye interrupted “I’m just glad he’s not been stinky!”

The whole table giggled except for Kit, who’s small attempt to refute his cousin had been firmly pushed down.

“I’m not gonna do that Mom! I just… Had an accident!”

“And that’s why you’re back in pull-ups” Julia noted “Toddlers have accidents, teenagers don’t. At least I hope Ace isn’t peeing his pants when he’s off to college…”

“I was sure Kit wouldn’t be until yesterday Julia, don’t count your chickens yet”

Kit just tried to eat his cereal, staying as quiet as he could as the rest of his family teased and verbally prodded.

“Can I have Kits undies?”

Kit nearly choked on a mouthful of cereal as Ace chimed in.

“Oh honey they wouldn’t fit you” Julia smiled “But when we’re out today we’ll look at some that might? How does that sound?”

Ace beamed “Yeah! I’m gonna be in undies!” he looked at Kit “And you’ll be in stinky diapers!”

Kit pushed his breakfast away and crossed his arms. He hadn’t even realized he was still carrying Toast in his left hand, the plush providing no small measure of reassurance.

“Guess my little guy is a bit cranky this morning” Faye said, standing up and collecting plates “Probably because he wet his diapers last night”

“Mom!”

“Mommy! Kit wet the bed!” Ace pulled at Julia’s arm with a grin on his face “I don’t even do that!”

“Ace, you stayed dry last night and I’m very proud of you!” Julia smiled “But you’ll still need diapers for a bit until we’re sure you’ve grown out of it ok?”

Kit wanted to curl up and hide. Ace had stayed dry and he’d wet the bed? What was going on?

“Awww, ok” Ace frowned, looking at Kit “Does that mean Kit has to wear diapers to bed too?”

“Yup” Faye said, not giving her son a chance to intervene “And pull-ups during the day until he’s stopped having accidents. On that note…” she came back to the table and looked down over the top of Kits head, checking the designs on the front of his pull-up “Huh, still dry. Come on, let’s get you to the potty before we leave.”

“But I don’t need to…”

“Potty, now” Faye’s voice was stern, strong enough to make Kit leap to his feet almost immediately “If we could trust you to go when you thought you needed it you wouldn’t be in those”

Kit stood stock still, muzzle hanging open. He wanted to move, to get to the bathroom, but the conflict within him, the desperation to refuse, kept him still. Faye's patience quickly frayed, however, and took his hand before he could make any further attempt to resist. She wordlessly took him from the kitchen, pulling him to the bathroom and lifting the seat on the toilet before looking at him again, her eyes focussed on his.

“Sit. Now”

Kit obeyed and then looked up his mother, his muzzle still open. Her own opened slightly before breaking out into a small smile that she seemed to be trying to keep at bay.

“I guess I wasn’t that clear… Sit down and pull down your pull-ups Kit”

Suddenly aware that he had completely forgotten a key part of going to the bathroom, Kit blushed anew, putting Toast down on the floor and pulling the pants down as quickly as he could. He mewled as cold air hit his nethers again, painfully aware that his mother was seeing him nude on the toilet for the first time in a decade.

“Wait for a bit, if you don’t go in the next five minutes then…”

Kit’s eyes suddenly went very wide. His body was voiding itself, he was aware of that, but the fact that it was happening with no warning and no control he was able to impart upon it made him nearly panic and jump up off the bowl. Only control over every other muscle in his body stopped him causing a much worse problem for his mother.

“Huh… guess you must have been holding that in overnight” his mother tutted “Well, at least I don’t have to change you out of it. Now stand up and let me wipe you”

“Wh.. what?!”

“Stand up and let me wipe your bottom. Just because you’re in disposable underwear doesn’t mean your butt doesn’t need cleaning”

Slowly the raccoon pulled himself up and let his mother take some wipes from a cupboard under the sink. Of all the experiences so far, somehow this felt like the most humiliating. As his buttocks were cleaned off his mother just hummed along. This time he couldn’t resist the urges his mind was sending to him, and his right arm came up to his muzzle and presented his thumb. He started suckling on it, his other hand picking up Toast and pulling him back into his chest. A few moments later his mother pulled his new crinkly underwear up his legs and adjusted them to fit again.

“Good boy! You went potty just like a big kid!” she giggled to herself “Haven’t had to say that in a while”. She took in the image of Kit standing there, thumb in his mouth and Toast hugged close to his chest, and let the raccoon just look back at her with wide eyes.

“You sure you’re not doing this on purpose?”

Kit shook his head vigorously. Of course he wasn’t doing it on purpose! Why would he want to be in pull-ups and having his bottom wiped by his mother! Faye crossed her arms and gave him a little smile.

“Well, this certainly makes a change from your normal attitude. I like it Kit, you look absolutely precious. It’s like having my little boy back again”

The raccoon just mewled around his thumb, gathering up the courage to try and leave the bathroom. He only took a couple of steps before his mother took his hand again.

“Let’s get you dressed hmm?”

“I… I can dwess my…” he pulled his thumb free as he heard his lisp around it “I can dress myself Mom!”

“And you can go to the potty on your own, and feed yourself! Oh wait…” she chuckled again “Sorry Kit, but if you’re going to act like a toddler then I’m afraid you’re getting the whole treatment. Just be glad you’re not back in diapers today, I don’t think Ace would let you live that down”

Kit let himself be led back to his bedroom, sitting on the bed with Toast as his mother proceeded to rifle through his drawers to find something for him to wear. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Yesterday he’d been just playing video games and getting a bit annoyed at Ace and now he felt like his little cousin was getting one up on him at every turn. How could he have wet the bed? How had he not realized he needed to go to the bathroom that badly? What was happening?

“Oh this looks nice! I wonder if it still fits you…” Faye pulled out a bright blue t-shirt that Kit recognised from his early teen years. Little shaded dinosaurs adorned it, dotted around the whole garment. He hadn’t worn it for a while, but he hadn’t wanted to throw it out either.

“Arms up”

The raccoon didn’t even feel himself try to stop his arms from following his mothers orders. He just did it, allowing her to thread the shirt over his head and then tuck it down.

“It’s a teeny bit short. Oh well, it’s still pretty cute on you” she went back to the wardrobe, quickly grabbing a pair of light khaki shorts that Kit had worn for years “These will do fine. Can you get them down to go potty?”

Kit nodded, at this point feeling as though his body had run out of the ability to blush. His mother bent down and started to help him thread his legs through the holes.

“Stand up baby, just got to get these up to your waist”

“Ba… baby?”

Faye didn’t respond, just doing up the flies on the front and the button that secured the pants around his waist. She took a pair of socks from a drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe and went back to the same position “Feetsies up, come on”

Getting his feet into the socks took more work than anything so far. He hadn’t had this happen for years and his balance was way off. More than once Kit found himself back on the bed and having to stand up again so his mother could adjust the socks before finally slipping his shoes over the top.

“Good boy, no fussing!” she grinned “Julia and Ace should be ready soon too, do you want to take Toast with you to the mall?”

Kit looked down at his plush companion. His teenage mind felt quieter, like it was being muffled by something. Instead his thoughts turned to the strange sense of reassurance his dinosaur was providing him. He nodded at his mother and his thumb once again worked its way back into his muzzle as they both left the room.

“Oh gosh… well now that’s just precious!”

Julia ran over to Kit as she saw him, Ace in her arms and her face beaming “You look adorable!”

Kit just mewled, trying not to pay any attention. He looked down at his outfit, his face falling as he realized the shirt came down to just above his shorts, leaving a neat little gap where the top of his pull-ups were clearly visible.

“Mommy, is Kit a baby now?” Ace looked up and down at his cousin “He’s suckin’ his thumb like a baby”

Julia chuckled “Well, maybe he’s just shy about having accidents yesterday. You still suck your thumb when you have poopy accidents”

“Nuh-uh, I dun have those anymore”

“You hadth one yeshterday” Kit mumbled around his thumb “Baby”

“Kit, you had to be told to go potty this morning. I don’t think you’re in any position to make fun of Ace when he asked you and you didn’t take him”

“Yeah! I woulda made it!” Ace grinned “You hadda a accident!”

Julia gave Ace a little bump on her arm “Now now, be humble Ace. Kit’s just having a bit of trouble right now, I’m sure he’ll prove he’s a big boy again. Won’t you kiddo?”

Kit just hugged Toast in closer, indignant feelings mixing with embarrassment. He forced himself to nod, even if it meant a tacit admission that he wasn't’ being a “big boy” at the moment.

“Good, now, is everyone ready to head out?”

“I’ve got Ace’s changing bag, do you think Kit should have one?”

Faye thought for a second, then nodded “You’re right, he should. I’ll take a diaper and some changing supplies, if he doesn’t make it to the bathroom while we’re out the same rules apply as for Ace right?”

Julia nodded “Makes sense to me! I’ll take Kit to the car”

Kit took his aunt's hand without even a mewl of complaint. At this point he felt like he’d just be making things worse for himself. He felt like the toddler he resembled as he was brought down the driveway, helped into the seat of his aunt's car and strapped in next to his cousin, the bunny relaxing back in his car seat and playing with a plush of his own. He took his thumb out of his mouth and hugged tightly onto Toast, waiting for his mother to get back.

“Here we go!” Faye opened the door next to him and put a bag on the middle seat “That’s your diaper bag, it’s got a sippy cup of juice in there if you want it for the trip”

The raccoon could already see more than that through a gap in the zip. Another one of the diapers he’d so thoroughly soaked last night was poking out the top.

Hopefully, he’d get through the mall trip without needing it.