As the morning summer sun beamed through the window a familiar corgi was looking outside. Clad in nothing more than a pink girls pullup, he viewed the mid-morning neighborhood from it. Overall it was an average looking neighborhood; trees, some trailers, and the most interesting part is the ocean off in the no so far distance. He sighed in depression. Usually, the morning was a neutral way to start the day; however today was different as it was Bisquet’s birthday.
Shuffling down the hallway negative thoughts filled the dog’s brain. Besides the traditional birthday cards he received in the mail it, seemed all of his friends were to busy to celebrate today. A typical sign of growing up is birthday’s becoming less special. Making his way to the kitchen he could see that some of the neighborhood cubs had decided it was playtime. He spotted some lions and a fox cub playing together with a badger cub who was playfully looking at plants. Even though they were all different species there was one thing the cubs had in common; they were all wearing diapers.
In fact, none of them made any sort of attempt to cover up their padding. Poking at his pink pullup the corgi blushed feeling slightly envious towards the cubs.
Growing up his parents never attempted to potty train him due to his size. By the time he was in high school he was still wearing size 6 pampers. All throughout his life his parents made it a point to keep his diapers a secret. They always said he’s get bullied relentlessly if anyone found out he wasn’t potty trained, or even worse; thrown into pre-school or kicked out of school altogether. It was hard for him to conceal his padding, especially when he messed himself in public. That’s one of the main reasons why he wore pullups even if the irony wasn’t lost to him as he had no plans on potty training. That and he loved anything pink, girly, and cute.
Walking into the kitchen he made himself a cup of coffee. As he walked by the sliding glass door, he caught a glimpse at the cubs again. Even from this distance he could tell that the badger was messy due to how stained the back of his diaper was.
“Glad I don’t gotta change that” he said.
Sitting down at his little cub sized table he opened his phone and sipped on his coffee, enjoying the morning. As it dragged on he decided to do something productive and wash the dishes that were pilled up. Making his was past the door one last time he saw the badger was gone, most likely to get his diaper changed.
Thinking nothing of it Bisquets went on to his chore. With each dish he washed it splashed a little bit on water onto his pullup. By the time the sink was empty the wetness indicator on his pullup had faded away: one of the rare times where it wasn’t his own fault that the little bones disappeared. Descending from his step up stool his stomach grumbled.
“No point in changing this thing. Only gonna mess it in an hour.”
He made his way out of the kitchen. The dog figured it was time to get dressed and do something to salvage his birthday.
‘I know, I’ll go to the mall and look fo….’
“Hi!”
His thoughts were cut off. He stood frozen in fear upon hearing another voice in his home. Slowly he turned around to see his kitchen door open with the blue haired badger cub standing right in front of him. He didn’t move. Reality hit him like a ton of bricks. Slowly he looked down and realized to his horror that his pullup was in full view of the cub. There was no way to hide it, there was no way to deny it, Bisquets was caught in just a pullup and there was nothing he could do about it.
He mentally braced himself for the laughs that were inevitably to follow. Nothing would have been funnier to a cub than seeing an adult who wasn’t even potty trained. As seconds felt like minutes he peaked from his winced eyes. Silence. In it’s place was a smiling badger cub who looked like he didn’t care about what undergarments the corgi was wearing. In fact, he almost looked happy that Bisquets was wearing a pseudo-diaper. As he got a better look at the badger the dog noticed he was holding something behind his back, keeping it out of sight.
“HI” he said more enthusiastically, not sure if the corgi heard him the first time.
“h….hi” said the dog back in a weak sheepish response.
“My name’s Everett, what’s yours!?” said the badger with a smile.
“I….it’s Bisquets”
“Hi Bisquets. Happy Birthday!”
Confused. The corgi had no idea how a cub would know it’s his birthday considering he didn’t know him or his parents.
“H….how did you?” before the dog could finish the badger responded with glee.
“Oh I know it’s your birthday cause I saw your birthday card in your mailbox. I like to look in other people’s mailboxes, it helps me to get to know people a little bit before I talk to them” Taken back by the unusual response a smell hit Bisquets sensitive nose. A smell he was all to familiar with. An awful rotten rancid smell that comes with wearing diapers 24/7.
‘Oh no! Did I just shit myself in front of a cub!.’
Bisquets couldn’t believe it. Like usual he hadn’t felt himself commit the deed. Worse yet he just did it in front of an audience. He wanted to rub his hand along his butt to confirm it but that would only make the situation more embarrassing. Lost in though the badger chimed in again.
“Uummm….I actually got you something….but now I don’t know if you want it since I can see you’re potty training.”
A blush formed on Bisquet’s face. Somehow he found it more embarassing for Everett to think he actually was trying to potty train. With the weight in his rear bound to make itself known any second, the corgi looked down in shame and ripped the band-aid off.
“I’m……I’m not potty training……I’m not even potty trained.”
Looking up after he revealed his embarrassing secret, he saw not a laughing cub but a happy badger with a smile. The sound of swishing and crinkling filled the room as Everett’s stumpy tail wiggled against his diaper. He almost looked happier knowing the corgi wasn’t potty trained.
“Oh good. You might like this then. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
In one motion the badger reveled what was behind his back. Bisquets eyes widened as the blush returned. With his arms extended, Everett offered a balled up poopy diaper with a bow to the dog.
“I just made it myself” he said, proud of his work.
He just stood there as Everett held out the diaper. He didn’t know how to respond to getting a poopy diaper as a gift. With that rancid smell getting worse it suddenly dawned on Bisquets that this is what the cause of the smell was. Quickly he ran his paw over his pullup rear to reveal nothing, he was clean. The corgi had just reveled his most guarded and embarrassing secret to a stranger for nothing.
“Go on. Take it. It’s ok, it’s for you.” said Everett
Walking closer Bisquets held out his own paws to grab the diaper that was presented to him. He just noticed that the cub was slightly taller than himself. With the diaper in his paws the dog felt the warmth radiating from the stinky sack. Everett was definitely telling the truth when he said he just made it.
“I saw you from the window watching us all those times, especially when I mess my diapers. I figured you like my messy diapers so I decided to give you one”
“You know, since you’re wet anyways, I could change you into my messy diaper if you’d like. Afterward we can go play with my friends too. Though you’d have to give up your cute little designs.” said the badger with enthusiasm.
Another blush formed over the corgi’s face. Feeling the warmed from the diaper in his paw he made up his mind.
“I….I’d like that.” He responded. His own tail joining Everett’s in wagging with happiness.
A bigger smile formed over the cub’s face.
“GREAT!”
Taking back his diaper, he gently grabbed onto Bisquets hand.
“We’ll use your nursery since it’s closer.”
Without any knowledge of where to go Everett took Bisquets by the hand and went deeper into the house searching for his nursery.
It definitely wasn’t how Bisquets imagined he’d be spending his birthday. For the first time in his life he willing revealed that he wasn’t potty trained; and he couldn’t care less. Hell in a little bit he’d be revealing his secret to more people. Strangely enough he was happy.
Everett was happy too. He was happy that not only was he able to make someone else happy, but was really happy about getting to go play with his new friend. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My birthday was actually months ago but I just now got around to writing a little story to go along with this. Really loved how it came out.
