Leah reluctantly began to play with Holly. The boys in the playpen, however, kept their distance. Neither wore any clothes, making their protective underwear on full display. The older boy was wearing training pants, while the younger wore a diaper. Leah felt a surge of jealously towards the boy in training pants. What she wouldn’t give for the small amount of potty-training that indicated.
Her jealousy kicked up a notch when the older boy got the attention of one of the moms and requested the potty. The mom told him to wait, and then reappeared a few minutes later with a toddler training potty. She set the potty on the ground outside the playpen and picked the boy up. The boy let out a quiet yelp of shock as his mom pulled his training pants down and pushed his butt onto the seat of the potty.
Curious about the boy’s reaction, which seemed odd for a toddler, Leah crawled closer to the boy and his mom. She managed to overhear a hushed conversation between the two.
“This is humiliating, Eileen,” the boy hissed. “I mean, making me use a toddler potty in public like this? Not allowing me to pull down my own training pants?”
“You were the one who wanted to convince me we could have kids,” Eileen hissed back. “I won’t be convinced if I’m not allowed to have the full parent experience. That means treating you like a regular toddler. Your brother doesn’t seem to mind.”
“Well, that’s because Kyle’s got one of those fetishes. He wanted to be stuck in diapers and treated like a baby,” the boy retorted. “Why did you think he offered to help with the parent experience thing?”
“Hmph. Why he volunteered doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s actually acting his age. Now, you do the same thing and make boom-boom for your Auntie Eileen.”
“Ugh. Fine.” The boy grunted. There was the sound of urine hitting the empty potty, then a few muffled splats. “Done.”
“Good boy, Darren!” Eileen cooed. “Stand up so I can wipe you!” Beet-red, Darren nonetheless did as he was told. Eileen wiped him, pulled his training pants back up, and then put him back into the playpen. “How about you, Kyle? Do you need to potty?” Eileen asked.
In lieu of a response, the other toddler boy, Kyle, stood and bent his knees into a squat. He began to grunt loudly. One of the nearby moms laughed.
“He’s a character, that one. My second was just like that. Took forever to potty train.”
“Luckily, he’s my nephew, so I don’t have to potty train him,” Eileen replied jovially. Kyle let out a sigh of relief and straightened, his diaper now sagging under him. He then sat down and wriggled around, thoroughly spreading the mess in his diaper. “Oh, Kyle, you just love making a mess for your auntie.” Kyle stuffed his thumb in his mouth and giggled.
Eileen took Kyle over to a nearby table and began to change his dirty diaper in view of everyone. Darren shuddered. Leah’s heart pounded in her chest. Darren was an adult who didn’t want to be little, too! Maybe he could help. But how could she get her message across?