Oliver only gets this brief moment of warning before his bladder lets loose, flooding his training pants with urine. His mouth drops open. Has his potty training really been reduced that much?
Luckily, the bag he got the training pants from is still out and unattended. Oliver goes over to it, his training pants squishing with every step, and grabs a new pair of training pants. He ducks behind a nearby bush to remove his soaked training pants and pull on the dry ones.
With the issue of his full bladder resolved, though not in the way Oliver intended, he gets back on track. Oliver emerges from the bush and tries to decide his next step. He can get some adult clothes or go home. As he’s thinking, he feels another pressure, but this time from his bowels. His eyes widen. He looks around in panic for a bathroom. Wetting himself is one thing, messing himself is another.
Just as the pressure in his bowels reaches a fever pitch, Oliver spots a bathroom. He takes one step towards it. The movement is enough to break his tenuous hold. Oliver’s bowels begin to evacuate into his training pants.
Face red from embarrassment, Oliver squats and pushes, trying to get the humiliating experience over with. Once he finishes, he straightens, his training pants sagging and filthy. He needs another change. Oliver grabs another pair of training pants and some wipes, then spots a diaper underneath. After a moment, he grabs that as well and goes back to the bush he changed behind earlier.
Oliver removes his pants and soiled training pants, then looks over his options. He’d prefer training pants, but they aren’t designed to withstand messes. On the other hand, this could have been a one-off accident. He should be able to make it to the toilet for number two in the future, right?