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The Potty Training Aisle (Bonus Micro-Fiction)
🕑 Added 2022-10-04 00:17:32 +0000 UTCContains: Totalverse AR, Messing, Public embarrassment
The little one pouted as Daddy pushed the cart into the grocery store. It wasn’t that they’d been dressed up–or rather, dressed down in only a T-shirt and a puffy pink diaper, at least in the virtual space of their headsets, and it wasn’t that Mommy had made him hold her hand all the way into the store.
It’s that they’d picked that shop. The grocery store with the Caroline’s Carts, the ones big enough to hold the little one snugly in place, buckled into the cart.
Using a few child safety features on the totalset, Daddy had turned the buckle into a lock. The little one was firmly, completely bound into the cart, stuck doing whatever shopping they wanted without the option to wander away.
To passersby, it’d just look like a young-ish guy with a slim build was riding in the cart for a laugh, but Mommy and Daddy knew.
“You know,” Mommy said, smirking like she’d planned to say this all along. “Do you think it’s time we let him try potty training again?”
“I think you’re right,” Daddy agreed, grinning back at her. “It might be time for pull-ups full time, at least when he’s not in diapers.”
That would, strictly speaking, be a demotion–the little one got to wear big boy boxers most of the time, pullups were worse! He looked up at them, eyes pleading, while Daddy turned the cart towards the incontinence aisle.
“Oh, Sandra!” Mommy said, as they pulled forward.
The little one blinked, sitting up in his buckled-down cart seat. Sandra was one of their friends from game night–one of their vanilla friends, one who had a VR totalset. And sure, it wasn’t like Sandra had access to the private server room they’d set up, so she wouldn’t be able to see the diaper under his elastic shorts, but she would see him buckled into the seat, and he blushed deeply at the thought.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Sandra replied, walking up. Her gaze drifted down to the little one, who squirmed as she looked at him. “And how’s this one doing?”
She’s not going to address me? The little one wondered, as Daddy pushed the cart definitively into the incontinence aisle. Wait, why are we–
“Oh, I think it’s time we try to get him into pullups!” Daddy said, adding with a wink, “At least some of the time.”
The little one’s face went bright pink, flushed from forehead to neck. “Dadd–Um–”
“What is it, baby?” Daddy asked. “Do you need a diaper change?”
Blush deepening, the little one looked at Sandra, who had a broad smirk, and followed her gaze…right down to his crotch.
She can see. “Buh–” he stammered, only then noticing that Greg was in the store, walking right up to them. Another friend of theirs.
“Well isn’t this a surprise,” he said. “How’ve you been?”
“Greg,” Daddy said, greeting him with a smile. “Good to see you.”
No, no, no– the little one thought, mortified. This had to be some kind of–what was even–
Mommy selected a training potty from off the shelf, holding it up for everyone to see. “What do you think?”
“Honestly, you might be wasting your time with this one,” Greg said. “This old and still in diapers? That’s not going to change without a miracle.”
“Oh believe me,” Daddy said, slipping his phone out of his pocket. “This little one’s had plenty of changes.”
The little one didn’t put it together that Daddy was changing a setting on his phone, not until he felt his belly grumble and, without warning, release.
No, no, no, no, no–
There was nothing he could do, save to screw up his face, blush beet red, and feel his body expel mush right into the seat of his diaper, pressed up against the cart’s buckle, swelling out the padding with a solid, smushy weight.
There was no virtual augmentation here, just a very full belly and intensely unfortunate timing. Though to most they’d just see slightly bulging shorts, Mommy, Daddy, Sandra and Greg got a full view of the whole thing, the way his diaper sagged and bulged around the strap and buckle holding him in place, the way his face screwed up and his hands balled to desperate fists while he tried–and failed–to hold it in.
All four of them burst into giggles when Mommy said, “On second thought, maybe diapers full time is the way to go.” She placed the training potty back on the shelf, to the little one’s further humiliation.
Sandra, covering her nose, giggled, “He really is just a baby, isn’t he?”
“A smelly one at that,” Greg agreed.
Quietly, Daddy added, “Thanks for coming out–he’s fussy now, but he’s loving it.” Both their friends nodded, and he said louder, “Well, I guess that means we don’t need to keep shopping here–since we’re all together, want to go get ice cream before we take the stinker home to get changed?”
The little one squirmed in delight, embarrassment, shame, and pleasure.
Daddy was right–he was loving it.
