Jas idly played with his toy blocks. Gwen was sitting in the nursery’s rocking chair, knitting a small hat. Without warning, Jas let out a loud fart. Gwen’s head shot up.
“Jas, potty, now,” she said firmly. Jas jumped to his feet and toddled over to the tiny bucket being used to potty train him. Mere steps from the bucket, however, his knees bent into a squat. Gwen sighed and began to knead her forehead. “Jas…”
“I no help it,” Jas snapped as he began to push. He grunted softly, a thick log slowly entering his diaper. There had to be something wrong with the transformation. Gwen had begun potty training him over a year ago, yet he still needed to be diapered constantly. He could avoid wetting himself without issue, but had not successfully reached the bucket for a bowel movement a single time. It didn’t help that he still went number two more frequently than someone his age should.
With a second fart, Jas finished messing himself. He looked at Gwen for guidance. She waved a hand tiredly.
“Go ahead and make water. You will need a fresh diaper anyways,” she said, exhausted. Jas let his bladder loose, flooding his diaper with urine. “You need to be out of diapers by the time the baby is born.”
“I know.”
“You were weaned so easily, why is this difficult?” Gwen demanded. Jas shook his head. “Do you think it may have to do with the spell?”
“Probably,” Jas muttered. He straightened. His diaper sagged under him. “Should I get Papa for change?”
“Unless you can get on the changing table yourself,” Gwen muttered. Eight months pregnant with her first child, she was reluctant to move and unable to do much anyways. She rubbed her large baby bump. “Go find Papa.” Jas nodded. He headed for the doorway of the nursery, only for Cal to enter.
“Papa, I poo-poo,” Jas announced. Cal smiled down at him.
“Papa’s Prince Poopy cannot help himself, can he?” he asked. Jas shook his head.
“I can no longer tend to his diapers on my own, Cal,” Gwen said. Cal looked at her, still smiling.
“Not to worry, my love. I have arranged for a nanny. She comes with only the highest recommendations. And she will take care of your dirty diaper, Jas, as Papa has to run an errand.” Cal kissed Gwen on the cheek and Jas on the top of the head, then disappeared. Jas sat on the floor in his dirty diaper, waiting for the nanny. After a few moments, a blonde woman appeared. Jas gasped.
“Anya!” he squeaked happily. Anya, wearing the light gray dress of a nanny, smiled sweetly at him.
“Hello, My Prince,” she whispered as she picked him up. She looked at Gwen. “I am glad to see you survived, though not without change, Head Guard.” Gwen shrugged.
“Honestly, I prefer this life.”
“That surprises but also delights me. It is good to see some not just surviving, but thriving.” Anya carried Jas over to the changing table. “I apologize for taking so long to find you. The war is difficult to navigate, even with magic.”
“I understand,” Jas said.
“Will you be taking him to safety and returning him to his proper self?” Gwen asked. Anya looked over her shoulder.
“Yes. I will.”
“When?” Gwen asked.