Thanks to some hard work on Greg’s part, Dan now regularly wet his training pants, even when Greg wasn’t actively trying to make him have an accident. But he had yet to wear diapers. Greg knew that Dan would refuse diapers until he messed himself. He would have to go nuclear.
Greg pushed a shopping cart through the grocery store. After a lot of wheedling, Dan had finally agreed to sit in the seat of the shopping cart. From this spot, Greg could easily hear Dan’s guts rumbling. Before they left, Greg had dumped laxative into Dan’s morning coffee. Dan was minutes away from an explosion. And he knew it.
“Greg, I need the bathroom,” Dan hissed urgently.
“Can’t you hold it?” Greg asked.
“I’ve been holding it. If I don’t go soon, well, I doubt these training pants could contain whatever’s about to come.”
“All right, all right,” Greg said. He pushed the shopping cart towards the back of the store, where the bathrooms were. When they got there, the men’s restroom was out of order, which Greg had known. That was why he chose that specific grocery store.
“Oh, no!” Dan whined. He was now squirming in the seat. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Little kids go in the women’s restroom all the time,” Greg said. Dan glared at him.
“I’m not a little kid,” he growled.
“Do you want poopy pants?” Greg asked. Dan winced.
“…Fine. Set me down and I’ll run into the ladies’ restroom,” he mumbled. Greg removed him from the seat and set him on the floor. Immediately, Dan’s knees bent into a squat. He let out a loud fart. His eyes widened. “No!”
“Phew!” Greg said. “I can already smell it!”
“I- I-” Dan stammered. A young woman pushing a cart with a toddler in it stopped by.
“Oh, no, accident?” she asked. Greg nodded. “Do you have extra diapers?”
“No, I don’t even have any extra training pants,” Greg said. “I forgot the bag at home.”
“The poor thing shouldn’t sit in his mess!” The woman pulled a diaper out of her purse and handed it to Greg. “Here. Go ahead and use the women’s room, it has a changing table.”
“Thank you,” Greg said. He picked Dan up and brought him into the women’s restroom, then laid him down on the changing table. “I’m surprised you didn’t protest at all during that conversation.”
“It’s better that she think I’m a toddler who messed himself rather than know I’m an adult who did just that,” Dan said. He sighed. “I’ve been putting off diapers, but it’s pretty obvious I have to wear them. At least until I can get my potty training back on track.”
“Oof, this was a major blowout,” Greg said, removing Dan’s pants. “You were right. The training pants couldn’t contain it.”
“I got poop on my clothes?”
“Just your pants. But that means you’ll spend the rest of the shopping trip with nothing over your diaper.”
“Great,” Dan muttered. “Well, no point putting it off. Diaper me, please, Greg.”
“You got it.” Dan stayed completely still as Greg wiped him down and diapered him. “You know, even if you hadn’t gotten your pants dirty, it’d still be obvious you were diapered. There’s a lot of padding. It makes a bulge.” Greg squeezed Dan’s diaper.
“Ugh. Now people will be especially perplexed by the fact I’m an adult,” Dan whined. His eyes widened. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” Greg asked.
“Maybe I should lean into it. Until I’m potty trained again.”
“You want to pretend to be a toddler?”
“When I’m not at home or working, yes. It’s the least embarrassing option,” Dan said. Greg kept his face neutral, hiding the joy he felt. He thought he would have to suggest it to Dan, but Dan brought it up on his own!
“If that’s what you want.” Greg picked up Dan. “We’ll pick up some diapers while we’re here and we can get started on your toddler disguise.”
“I want to ease into things,” Dan insisted. “I don’t want to go full toddler right away.”
“Of course not. We’ll start off with one toddler thing for you. What do you want it to be?”