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Potty training is tricky!!

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Keywords male 956881, female 840244, human 83744, diaper 52040, diapers 14742, messy diaper 2756, diaperboy 1456, potty training 432, ben 392, malcore 208, hyper mess 95, diaperboys 63
Sitting in his car seat and rubbing his eyes to help get the sleep out of them, Little Ben Taylor was contend with his lots in life (not hard for a toddler to be fair) and hadn't really put any thoughts or real efforts into getting potty trained. His bulky Ben 10 diapers did puff out the brown khaki shorts he was wearing but his Green t-shirt was long enough to cover up the bit of his diaper that poked out so like most toddler, he was convinced no one could really tell he was diapered.
Besides, from his point of view it was just easier and better to just let loose in his diapers PLUS he liked the bonding time with his mom when she changed him. Plus his mom didn't really seem to be in a rush to potty train him, there HAD been attempts but she gave up pretty easily. They did still have the little steps up in front of the ground floor bathroom for him to try and get up on the potty to try if he wanted to, but it just didn't seem like that big of a thing to him.
He'd of been happy to leave it as the status quo too except for the fact that as Mommy dropped him off at daycare that morning, he'd see a sight that changed everything: His Best buddy/Rival of shorts Malcore, who was wearing a superman t-shirt and having his own red shorts around his ankles (Despite his own mommy facepalming and going to rush over) and showing off his slim Batman themed pull-up.
"Malcore for the last time keep your shorts on!" His mother was scolding while the nice ladies and guys who worked at the daycare were smirking.
But it was the reactions of the other kids looking in shock and awe at Malcore, since he was the first one of them to get THAT far.
"oh look, your little buddy is in pull-ups now, Isn't that cool?" Ben's mom asked, Helping him change into his inside sneakers.
"..Yeah. yeah it is." Ben said, watching his mom's reaction and deciding that as fun and nice as diapers were, he was gonna be a big kid too just like Malcore and make his mommy super proud of him.

After a productive day at daycare (Meaning he managed to make lots of pictures, eat his lunch without making too much of a mess and almost made it to the end of story time without conking) Ben was back home. His Mom had only had a five hour shift so he was home sooner then normal (not that he could of really noticed since he still couldn't tell time)
His mom set him up in the living room with some cartoons playing away and a selection of toys for him to play with, heading for her tablet so she could sit on the couch and keep a eye on him when the phone rang.
"I'm gonna get that, you be good." She said and winked at Ben.
"I'm always good mommy!" Ben said, telling a slight fib but then again what toddler didn't get into a little bit of trouble from time to time?
The house used the old wall mount and cord's model for the land line since someone (hint, he was in diapers at the moment) had ruined both the last cordless phone and messed up the potty trying to flush it, So Ben knew his mom would be distracted for awhile which was find by him as he wanted to surprise her with his big boy training.
Waddling to the bathroom and trying not to crinkle TOO much, Ben managed to make it without getting his mothers attention drawn on him and paused as he looked at the steps and tried to recall what all Malcore had told him when he'd asked for tips.

"Ok so first of all, Ya gotta know WHEN you think your gonna go poopie. that's the biggest thing. it'll be like when you think you hafa fart. if you can't tell when your gonna go, then nothing else matters." Malcore had said, sitting next to Ben as they both scribbled away with crayons.
"I think I can do that.." Ben had replied, biting his bottom lip softly then noticing the smirk Malcore was giving him. "I mean.. I Know I can!"
"If you say so.. Anyways! Then you gotta git to the bathroom, git your shorts off and plop your butt on the potty and just push.. though make sure you flush lots cus it's 'pose ta help with the smell. my daddy says it's called a curtesy flush." Malcore said, furrow his forehead as he tried to think of anything else. "OH! and the most important part!"
"Yeah?" Ben asked, soaking in everything Malcore was saying.
"You gotta wash your hands afterward."
"Oh yeah, that makes sense! Thanks Malcore! Just you wait, tomorrow I'll be in pull-up's too.. maybe even big kid undies!" Ben had gushed, while also gushing into his diapers.
"Heh, One step at a time, if ya try and rush things it won't work." Malcore giggled, wetting himself as well and of course both toddlers were clueless about it.

Back in the present Ben could feel his tummy acting up and smiled, softly closing the bathroom door behind himself and then with a bit of trial and effort (and a lot of adorable hopping around) finally managed to get his shorts off. He thought about peeling his white socks off too but Malcore hadn't said anything about them so he left it alone for now.
Carefully climbing up the custom steps (his gramps had made them for him in his wood shop when they had first tried training him) Ben got the seat down then sat on it and wiggled for a second.
"ok.. don't think i'ma fall in.. Maybe I shoulda grabbed a book or something like mommy and daddy do when they come in here.." Ben said out loud then shrugged. "eh, Next time."
With his legs hanging over the bowl and slightly kicking, Ben furrowed his brow and puffed out his cheeks, trying to help push what he was sure was a poopie out but was only reward with a muffled but long fart.
"Ugh.. really? Maybe this is gonna be harder then I-" Ben was saying when suddenly a rush of wet and gross farts rang out and his legs semi stuck out, ahis mouth going into a 'O' shape.
he was pooping like a champ!
"Holy cow!" the tot cried out, his face going into a one eyed grimace as he semi leaned. "I-I know they say Apple sauce can hit ya hard but this is bonkers!"
as the filth poured out into the back of his diaper and made it start to expand, the smell hard Ben's eyes watering and he reached around as best he could while still going, desperately flushing the potty and holding it would take away the icky smell. It didn't do much if anything to take the smell away but the flush would have a effect all the same.
Pulling the water away as Ben's diaper sagged down, as the water slowly filled back in and the naïve tot kept grunting and pushing (getting a little red in the face from the effort and his tongue hanging out and panting between pushes) by the time the water made contact with the diaper it would be so loaded that Ben wouldn't be able to notice the difference.
"ok.. that's it.. NO MORE APPLESAUCE!! I'ma stick with the muffins they had out from now on!" the tot vowed, feeling tired from all of the pooping but knowing it was going to be worth ALL the work because his mommy was gonna be OH so proud!
"I think I'm done.. but better stay here n make sure. would be pretty dumb ta use the potty then use my diaper." Ben said to himself, unaware of the truth. "Better flush again though.. I'm stinky! Not helping as much as Malcore said it would.."
The fact that it wasn't helping at all was again lost on the tot as he held his nose with one hand and flushed again with the other.
Once again the water went down as Ben's diaper sagged and moved to fill the bowl, and as the water came back up the diaper was super filled and puffing out, on the verge of springing a leak.
Little bits of toilet water was in fact semi leaking out in the tiny corners where Ben's diaper hadn't covered anything though Ben didn't notice. it was a moot point anyways as with a anther rush of apple sauce fueled fury and potty water Ben totally clogged up the potty.

Ben's mom finally managed to get her sister off the phone, she loved her but holy crap once the woman got going it was next to impossible to get her to shut up! Ben's mom in fact had been semi hoping Ben would of called out to her or needed a diaper change to give her a excuse to get away, but alas, he apparently was good.
Coming back to the living room she froze as the cartoons were still on, but Ben was no where to be seen.
"Ben? where are you buddy?" She called out, sighing and more annoyed then worried.
the steps to the basement and second floor had a child gate on them that Ben hadn't learned how to disable let and his diapers made trying to climb over them impossible. Plus both the front and back doors were locked so he couldn't be outside, he was too short to reach the deadbolts.
She didn't get a answer but that also wasn't surprising, when ben really focused on something he sometimes shut out the world, so his mom used the one tick that normally helped track ben down when he'd go hiding: she started to sniff.
It didn't track long to track Ben down, a smirk of amusement on her face as she noted he must be in the bathroom.
'Heh, maybe he's finally using the potty.' she thought then added. 'And while I'm at it, I'll grow a pair of wing.'
Turning the hand and walking in, she was greeted to the sight of her cute little guy sitting on the potty and pooping.. but having left his diaper on and it had swelled to a frankly impressive size.
"Aw mom! What'd you hafa come in NOW!?! I was gonna surprise you but showing you I'm potty trained!" Ben huffed, crossing his arms and giving her the stink eye.
Apparently the kid's butt felt left out because with a sputtering fart he was filling the back of his diaper again.
"Nggggh.. See mommy! I'm p-pooping on the potty!" Ben cried out, between grunts.
Leaning on the door frame and semi face palming, his mom could only laugh.
"Ok.. where do I even start... First of all Kiddo, I'm proud of you for trying to make the effort and clearly knowing WHEN you need to go uh-oh. that's a HUGE step and your so awesome for knowing that." She said, leaving the door frame and coming over, holding up a hand for a high five that he returned.  "But apparently you didn't know your suppose to take the diaper off first BEFORE you go uh-oh."
"That fink Malcore! he lied to me!! He just didn't want me to be semi potty trained like him!!" Ben huffed even as he finished making one last load in his super filled diaper.
"Heh, Sweetie Malcore isn't any more potty trained then you are. he was only in pull-ups today because he burned though all of his diapers, and the pull-up's were left over from when his cousin was over. How about you just finish up, then we'll get you in a nice clean diaper and you can watch your shows while Mommy figures out how to get your diaper of there?"
"..ehehe..I guess that sounds good. Sorry mommy." Ben said, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's ok sweetie, maybe next week we'll try some proper potty training.. would you like that?"
"Yeah!" Ben coo'ed and hugged his mom who returned the hug, even as she was trying to hold her breath from the smell.

In the aftermath they had been forced to call a plumber, something that daddy hadn't been all too thrilled about but the details of why had him chuckling enough that Ben got off with a light scolding. Ben could already tell this was gonna be one of those stories his parents were gonna tell over and over again, like how last Christmas he had gotten scared and punched Santa in his jingle balls at the mall.
Getting into daycare the next day Ben wasn't shocked (though many of the others were) when Malcore was back to sporting a big bulky diaper under his pants, huffing and blushing and saying he didn't wanna talk about it when anyone asked him why he was back in diapers.
"So.. you know ALL about potty training huh?" Ben asked, huffing and behind Malcore in the line up to get a morning snack, arms crossed and tapping a foot.
"Er.. well.. I had the basics down right?" Malcore said sheepishly, turning semi around and rubbing the back of his head.
"If you hafa ask that you had no right offering advice!" Ben huffed.
"look, we can argue back n forth, over who lied to who.. or we can get a muffin each and go and talk about cartoons." Malcore pointed out, grabbing a big brown muffin with chocolate spots in it, handing it back to Ben and then grabbing one for himself. "which sounds better ta you?"
Ben looked thoughtful for a second then signed and shrugged. it wasn't really in the little guys nature to hold a grudge anyways.
the boys waddled off to a corner, chowing away on their snacks  (and getting smears of chocolate on theirs cheeks and hands) while gushing over the latest episode of Paw patrol, only to look up as one of the staff member came rushing over to the nice lady who handed out the snacks.
"Tell me that no one had any of those muffins I brought in!" she was saying in a panicked voice, getting Malcore and Ben's attention.
"Uh.. Just two of the kids had them.. why?"
"Because I mixed up the muffins I was bring in today with the ones I made for the seniors I look after in the afternoon! their loaded with chocolate ex-lax!" She explained, and then the pair scanned the room, locking eyes on a pale Malcore and Ben.
"Uh.. Malcore.. does ex-lax mean what I think it means?" Ben asked, his tummy cramping up and starting to poot.
"if it means we're 'bout to set a record for most diaper blown though in a single day here.." Malcore said, wincing and farting lots as well. "then yeah."
The workers were starting to rush over, in a vain attempt to either get the little guys over potties, or to try and make them up chuck the muffins, we'll never know. Because before they could even close half the distance the farts got super loud (Scaring some of the kids and making them think it was thunder) before the back of bot of the tots diaper started to swell up big time and the seams of the back of their pants started to make sounds of distress.
Before going into a totally pooping frenzy that would leave his mind fried for the rest of the week, Ben wondered if his shorts would hold up to the punishment he was giving them.
A loud rip answered the question and Ben went into a dazed giggling fit, Malcore had managed to get his pants down around his ankles at least before plopping on his butt and sucking his thumb as he made his own bean bag chair of sorts.
One thing was for sure, neither of these little dorks would be ready for potty training anytime soon.

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