In the cozy little town of Teaneck, New Jersey, nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac sits a lovely two-story house, its tan exterior faded by the sun's rays over the years, which is home to the Thompson family, a small family of two boys, a mother, and a father the oldest boy Jake being ten, the youngest Timmy being three years old and on the cusp of potty training, their father a tall lanky man by the name of Mike worked the local mechanic shop while their mother a portly woman who went by Jesse was a stay at home mom and former educator for the public school system but retired when she had Jake citing the need to be a hands on mother to her first child.
It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the Thompson household was a buzz of activity as Jesse was in the kitchen making breakfast, the scent of pancakes wafting through the air while Mike fiddled with the coffee maker, muttering about its slow drip. Timmy, dressed in his favorite dinosaur footed sleeper, waddled into the kitchen holding his stuffed brontosaurus, his diaper crinkling with each step, unbothered by the significant kid responsibilities Jake often bragged about, teasing Timmy, calling him baby Timmy whenever he toddled by with his sippy cup or plushie. But curiosity was winning out as he approached his Mom, wondering what this potty training thing his Mom kept talking to him about.
"There's my big boy, how are you sweetie.?"
Timmy looked up at his mother wide-eyed. "Mama, what's da potty?"
"Well, sweet pea, it's something we use when we need to pee or poop. Jake learned how to use one by listening to his body when he was your age, and you'll learn too when it's time. She knelt down, scooping up Timmy in a hug, gently squeezing the front of his footed sleeper to see if he needed a change. Hmm, looks like my big boy is a little wet but not ready for a change, how about you go play with Bronti in the living room and I'll come and get you once breakfast is ready?"
Timmy, with Bronti in hand, unsure of what his Mom meant by listening to his body, toddled off, but not before asking his Mom where Jake had gotten to.
Jake already had breakfast, sweetie, and went to his friend Ethan's house to play video games and trade Pokémon cards. He'll be home later, and you can play with him then, alright.
Having accepted his Mom's answer, he quickly toddled into the living room with Bronti to plop down in front of the TV, his diaper squishing underneath his sleeper, to watch cartoons.
Later that afternoon, while Mom and Dad were busy raking leaves and tending to yard work in the backyard, Timmy, now dressed in shortalls, having been changed out of his footed sleeper and soggy diaper, slipped into the garage. He wasn't supposed to be in there by himself; the shelves of tools and boxes were not to be touched, but the lure of adventure was too strong, and Timmy couldn't resist.
As he walked around the garage with Bronti snuggled close to his chest, he realized the garage was a treasure trove of forgotten things left to collect dust, from old bicycles with chipped paint to dusty boxes labeled Christmas decorations, and Mom had put away even Dad's old toolbox in a corner. As he poked around, his eyes caught something shiny tucked behind a stack of camping gear. It looked like the TV remote his Dad was always fiddling with, but it was different. It had a glowing display screen with colorful red, green, and yellow buttons. The label at the top read "Reality Changer 3000" in big bold letters. Timmy's eyes widened like saucers. "Dis wooks cool!" he whispered to Bronti, picking it up with both hands. The screen flickered to life, displaying a bright, bold blue message: Change Reality with a press! Select the desired target and change." Timmy didn't understand all the words, but he watched enough cartoons to know magic gadgets could do amazing things. The remote was like a magic wand, but ten times better! An idea began to creep into his mind. He needed to see potty training in action to see why it was sooo important to his mother, what if he could make his older brother Jake go through potty training again and wear diapers at night like he does, then he could watch, learn, and see what it was all about. Giggling with excitement, Timmy pointed the remote in the direction of Ethan's house, a few blocks away, imagining Jake's silly grin. The screen lit up with the words "Target: Jake Thompson. Enter New Reality." Timmy didn't know how to type yet, but the device hummed as if alive, sensing Timmy's thoughts as if it understood him somehow. He pictured his older brother not being potty trained yet and wearing pull-ups during the day while learning to use the potty and thick diapers at night for nighttime accidents because he was a heavy wetter. The screen flashed: "Reality Shift: Jake Thompson, age 10, being potty trained.
Pull-ups and nighttime diapers are required. Awareness; Unaltered." Timmy's chubby finger hovered over the big green button labeled "Activate." With Bronti snuggled close and a big grin plastered on his face, he pressed it, and a soft whoosh sound filled the garage, like a breeze through an open window. The world around Timmy shimmered briefly, the air rippling like a summer heat wave, then settled back to normal. Timmy looked at the remote over its screen, returning to a blackened state. Had it worked? he put the remote back where he had found it before toddling back inside to play with his Legos and watch cartoons with Bronti, eager to hear how Jake's day had gone at Ethan's house.
A new reality began to take shape at Ethan's split-level house a couple of blocks away. Jake was hunched over the kitchen table, looking over his Pokémon cards and deciding which ones to trade with Ethan, who was sitting across from him, the table a literal mess of juice boxes, pretzels, and cards, their edges glinting from the sunshine coming through the kitchen windows. Jake, in his usual attire of his favorite Pikachu shirt and cargo shorts, was deep in a debate with Ethan about whether Charizard's flame thrower trumped Blastoise's water cannons when the reality shift hit quietly, unnoticed by Jake or Ethan.
Under his cargo shorts, his Pokémon underoos began to puff up and thicken into a pair of pull-ups decorated with Paw Patrol characters and Chase's smiling face, crinkling ever so slightly when he shifted in his chair. His backpack, which he brought with him, was slung over the chair's back and now contained some spare pull-ups and wipes packed by his Mom, just in case he had an accident and needed to be changed.
Ethan's three-year-old little brother, Noah, came toddling into the kitchen clutching a stuffed Rubble close to his chest, its yellow bulldozer hat slightly askew, to see what the boys were up to, wearing nothing but a blue t-shirt with a rocket ship and a Paw Patrol pull-up. Unlike Jake's little brother Timmy, Noah was starting to be potty trained, and his parents let him roam around the house in just a pull-up to make potty trips a little easier. His eyes shone with toddler curiosity as he approached the table. Jake and Ethan, too, caught up in their debate over the Pokémon, didn't notice Noah toddling up to them wanting to play.
Jake hunched over, examining his cards, began to let out a fart, but unbeknownst to him, it was more than that, as the back of his pull-up swelled slightly, the padding expanding and pushing against his cargo shorts, creating a noticeable bulge and distinct outline in the seat of his pants the faint but unmistakeable smell wafting through the air, giggling at the sight of Jake's backside and the hem of his pull-up peaking above the shorts waistband Noah wrinkled his nose and pointed a chubby finger at Jake proclaiming "Jakey yush stinky!" his little voice echoing in the kitchen. Yush had an accident! In yush's pants. Ethan burst out laughing, nearly dropping his Blastoise card in the process. Jake, still hunched over, hadn't noticed his accident yet. He straightened up and looked over at Noah. "What are you talking about? I'm a big kid, not like you, he blurted out, tugging his Pikachu t-shirt down to cover his backside. But as he sat down to take a closer look at his Charizard card, he felt the warm mess in his pull-up squish against him. His eyes widened and his breath hitched. Did I... poop myself?" he muttered to himself, his face flushing red. As he sat there, frozen in shock, he didn't notice the warmth spreading in the front of his pull-up as he wet himself, Chase's smiling face turning into a frown as the padding absorbed his pee, causing the pull-up to sag slightly under his shorts. With rubble in one arm, his finger still pointing at Jake, Noah giggled, unaware that his pull-up began to sag noticeably as he messed himself. He stopped for a brief second and looked down in surprise, then burst into a new fit of giggles, "wook Jakey, I made a stinky too!" he said, holding rubble up to his face before swinging it around without a care, his pull-up swaying back and forth. Ethan was now doubled over with laughter, barely able to speak. Jake's face burned with shame and embarrassment; the smell of his accident mixing with Noah's made it impossible to hide.
Mrs. Carter, Ethan's Mom, walked into the kitchen carrying an empty juice pitcher. She sniffed the air, her brow furrowing, and glanced at Jake and Noah. "Oh my," she said, placing the pitcher on the counter. "Jake, sweetie, do you need to go potty?" she asked kindly, her tone a practiced measure from dealing with Ethan's potty training years ago. Jake, still reeling from the realization and the load in his pants, shook his head no quickly, his cheeks burning. "N-no, Mrs Carter, I'm fine," he stammered, trying to act normal despite the messy, wet pull-up under his shorts. Mrs Carter raised an eyebrow, catching the pungent smell emanating from Jake's backside. She walked over, her shoes soft on the linoleum, putting a hand on his shoulder. Let's check, okay?" Before Jake could protest, she tugged at the back of his shorts, peeking at his pull-up and the mess inside, and then squeezed the front of his shorts gently, confirming her suspicion. "Oh, honey, you had an accident,' she said with a sigh, her tone a mix of sympathy and mild chiding. "Jake, you need to tell me when you think you have to potty. Holding it in leads to accidents like this." Jake's mouth dropped open, mortified. Ethan sat in his chair, stifling his laughter, while Noah bounced on his toes, chanting "Stinky Jakey! yush a potty pants!"
"Noah!" Mrs. Carter turned to her son with a stern gaze. "Did you have an accident too?" She had her hands on her hips. Noah looked at his Mom, still giggling, "Is don know," he said, swinging his rubble back and forth, causing the hat to fall onto the floor. Mrs. Carter sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. "Alright, both of you, let's go to the bathroom." She took Jake by the hand, her grip firm but kind, and led him toward the bathroom, with Noah toddling behind, his pull-up crinkling and swaying with each step.
The bathroom was bright, with a Paw Patrol-themed shower curtain and a blue and red training potty featuring all the pups, complete with a little lookout tower that played a little jingle when Noah used the potty to indicate a successful potty trip. A basket of wipes and some pull-ups sat on a shelf, next to a small stack of potty training books. Jake took this all in, realizing this was the children's bathroom, and what was coming next, he just stood there silent as Mrs Carter knelt to help him out of his shorts, revealing the messy and very soggy pull-up. Chase's face, discolored and frowning, sagged heavily. Jake stared at the floor, his ears red, as she sat him on the training potty. " Just try, sweetie," she said gently, kneeling beside him. "Even if you don't need to go now, it's good practice."
Jake sat there, the cold plastic of the potty seat making him feel utterly humiliated as nothing happened. Had he used a pull-up like a toddler? He asked himself, looking at Mrs. Carter, who praised him for trying while carefully cleaning his backside with wipes from his backpack. She helped him into a fresh pull-up with Marshall's face smiling. "There we go, all clean and dry," she said, patting his shoulder. "But let's leave the shorts off for now, like Noah, so I can check you easily if you have another accident. You're still learning, just like he is." Jake's eyes widened in horror as Mrs. Carter left him in his Pikachu t-shirt and pull-up, the bright red padding with Marshall's face fully exposed. He felt small, like a toddler, no different from Noah.
"But... I'm a big Kid," he mumbled weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I know, sweetie," Mrs. Carter said kindly, smoothing his hair. "But this makes it easier to keep an eye on you. Now go play with Ethan." She turned to Noah and pulled down his soiled pull-up, who was still giggling at Ethan. "Now, sweetie, it's your turn to try and go for mommy." Noah sat on his potty, his little legs swaying back and forth. A hiss came from the potty, and the lookout tower lit up, signaling a successful potty trip. Mrs. Carter smiled, helping Noah off the potty to wipe him down with a wipe. "Great job, sweetie. You made pee pee in your potty like a big boy, but there is no suncloud for your chart. Sweetie, you've earned a thunder cloud!" Noah looked at his Mom, giggling playfully as she helped him into a new pull-up, Chase's face smiling brightly.
"Jakey wook I made pee pee in da potty wike a big boy." Jake, with his head hung low, ignoring Noah, shuffled back to the living room, his pull-up crinkling with each step, his face burning as he avoided eye contact with Ethan.
Noah Toddled after him, still in a fit of giggles over their shared accident. Sitting on the couch and trying not to laugh, Ethan watched Jake enter with Noah behind him. "Why don't we play some video games, Jake? It'll help take your mind off things." Jake, desperate to distract himself from the humiliation, agreed, and the boys settled in on the couch with controllers in hand, diving right into a racing game on Ethan's Nintendo Switch.
Noah sat by the coffee table to play with the scattered toy cars. Noah's potty chart was on the fridge in the kitchen, gleaming with a few stickers to show Noah's progress.
While playing, Jake became fully engrossed, his focus locked on the screen as his car zoomed around the track. He didn't notice the faint hiss that was coming from his pull-up as he wet himself again. The front of his pull-up began to sag, Marshall's face turning into a frown as the padding swelled with warmth, visible under his t-shirt. Ethan heard the faint hiss and glanced over, noticing the sagging pull-up, Marshall's face now dull against the swollen padding.
"Uh, Jake," Ethan said, pausing the game, his voice a mix of concern and amusement. "Didja feel the urge to potty?" Jake blinked, confused, shaking his head before looking down, his eyes widening as he saw his sagging, wet pull-up.
"No.. I didn't feel anything," he said, his voice small. The realization made him feel even more like a toddler, just like Noah, unable to sense his body's signals. His cheeks burned as he clutched his controller, wishing he could sink into the couch.
Noah stopped playing with his cars when he heard his brother and looked over to see what was happening. "Jakey yush a potty pants gains!" he chirped, pointing a finger at Jake's swollen pull-up. Mrs. Carter, hearing Noah's voice, came over and looked at Jake's pull-up sagging in the front. "Oh, Jake sweetie another accident?" She said gently, her voice soothing but firm. "Let's get you cleaned up and into a fresh pull-up." She led him back to the bathroom, taking off his wet pull-up, reminding him to "listen to his body."
Jake, now feeling more like Noah than the big kid he thought he was, nodded silently, his confidence shattered. He sat down on the potty again to try, but it was futile. Mrs Carter stood him up, helped him into a dry pull-up, his T-shirt barely covering it, and led him back into the living room. Jake sat back on the couch, his pull-up crinkling, and burst into tears, looking up at Mrs. Carter. "I wanna go home."
"Aww, sweetie, it's okay, accidents happen, and in time you'll learn how to use the potty just like Noah is". She knelt before Jake to wipe away his tears and handed him Noah's rubble. "Why don't you snuggle with rubble here while I go call your mom, sweetie." Jake looked defeated, nodding slowly as Noah and Ethan watched. Mrs. Carter went into the kitchen to call Jake's Mom, who arrived soon to pick him up. As Jake climbed into the car, still in his Pikachu T-shirt and pull-up, his shorts tucked into his backpack, he felt confused and ashamed. Why couldn't he feel when he needed to go? Why was he wearing pull-ups at all and being treated like a toddler? He wasn't potty training; that was Noah and soon-to-be Timmy. His Mom, sensing his distress, patted his knee. " It's ok, sweetie, we'll work on the potty at home," she said softly.
When Jake got home, Timmy was waiting in the living room, clutching Bronti and watching Jake like a hawk as he went upstairs after taking his shoes off by the door. "What's wrong with me?" Jake asked himself as he went into his bedroom and plopped down on his racecar bed, its sleek red frame shining bright, its checkered flag sheets strewn across the top from not being made, his plush shark lying on top of one of his pillows, faded from being loved and cherished. His shelves, a mix of action figures and potty training books. A potty training chart hung above his desk, a mix of sun clouds, rain clouds, and thunder clouds, a testament to his potty training struggles. A thick stack of pull-ups adorned with Paw Patrol characters sat on a shelf next to a package of nighttime diapers, for Jake's nighttime accidents. Next to his bedroom was the kids' bathroom, a Paw Patrol potty similar to Noah's, sat beside the toilet, still shaken from the humiliating incidents at Ethan's, Noah chanting potty pants, Mrs. Carter's checks, and the toddler-like treatment wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pull-up. He wanted to question Mrs. Carter, but was too stunned to even think of what to ask.
In this reality, he'd been potty trained as a toddler but had recently regressed, unaware because of "stress," according to Mom and Dad.
He began wearing pull-ups again during the day while relearning potty skills and nighttime diapers at night to handle any wettings. His parents treated it as usual, gently encouraging him to "listen to his body" during the day and ensuring he was securely diapered at night. Following Jake upstairs, Timmy noticed the crinkling of his pull-up and the fact that he was still in just a t-shirt, his pull-up fully exposed until he grabbed a pair of pajama pants from his dresser to cover up.
Timmy hid a grin. The reality changer had worked! "Jakey, did you have fun at Ethan's?" Timmy asked innocently, plopping onto Jake's bed, Bronti in his lap. Jake shrugged, tossing his backpack onto the floor and pulling on his pajamas, his waistband barely hiding his pull-up.
"It was okay." He muttered, avoiding Timmy's gaze. He grabbed his plush shark and flopped onto his bed next to Timmy, the checkered sheets rustling, trying to forget the sting of Noah's chants, the squish of his accidents, and the moment he felt like a toddler while playing video games. Timmy tilted his head, his brown eyes wide with curiosity.
"Did ya... hafta use da potty dere?" Jake's face reddened, his fingers tightening around his shark.
"Mind your own business, Timmy!" He snapped, but his voice lacked confidence and was tinged with the day's embarrassment. Timmy felt a twinge of guilt but was too curious to stop. He wanted to see how Jake would handle potty training and those nighttime diapers that seemed thicker than his own when he looked at them.
The next morning, Jake woke up in his racecar bed, sunlight streaming through his window, casting stripes across his checkered sheets. He clutched his stuffed shark, its familiar softness a small comfort from the embarrassment of his mother diapering him the night before in a Luvs nighttime diaper decorated with the Paw Patrol that now was thoroughly soaked and sagging heavily under his Pokémon pajamas. Jake sighed, not used to this new reality where he now woke up in wet diapers from his nighttime accidents, quietly got up off his bed, and shuffled to the bathroom, his sagging diaper crinkling each step of the way. His Mom stood by the door waiting for him with a clean pair of pull-ups, the bathroom tiles cool under his bare feet as he entered. "Good Morning, sweetie," Mom said, her voice warm as she helped him out of his pajama pants, then his soaked diaper, its Paw Patrol designs barely visible through the swollen, yellowish padding. "Dry night soon, okay?" she said as she helped him into the tub for a quick bath, cleaning him quickly before wrapping a towel around him to dry him off. "Let's get ready for the day, sweetie." Jake nodded, his cheeks pink from the ongoing toddler-like treatment.
His mother took him by the hand and led him back into his bedroom, grabbing a pull-up from the shelf and holding it open. He stepped into the pull-up, Rocky's face smiling bright as his Mom pulled it up his legs, ensuring it was secure before helping him into a pair of jeans. Jake, who was beet red, looked himself over, determined to cover up after the embarrassment of being in a t-shirt and pull-up. Timmy, peeking from the hallway, his diaper crinkling under his T. rex pajamas, was fascinated. Jake's nighttime diapers were thicker than his, and he woke up soaked! Timmy wondered if, when he started potty training, would he have to wear diapers at night like Jake does.
At breakfast, the kitchen smelled of bacon and toast. Jake sat at the table, pushing his scrambled eggs around on his plate, while Timmy strapped in his booster and munched on Cheerios. Mom, pouring orange juice, reminded Jake to "Listen to his body." "If you feel a wiggle in your tummy or a push down there, run to the potty, okay?" she said, her tone encouraging but firm. 'We don't want another mess like yesterday." Jake nodded, wincing at the memory of the playdate and the sinking feeling of being no different from a toddler.
"How do I know what that feels like?" He asked, his voice quiet, confused by his lack of control. Mom smiled patiently, setting the juice pitcher down.
"It's like when you really want to dance or wiggle for pee pee, or a push in your tummy for poopies. You'll get the hang of it during the day, and at night, your diapers will keep you safe and secure." Timmy, slurping his juice from his sippy cup, was intrigued. So daytime was for learning the potty, but nighttime meant diapers for Jake while he slept, just like Timmy's nightly routine. He filed the information away, watching Jake, his curiosity outweighing his guilt.
Later that night, as the family sat down to a spaghetti and meatball dinner, Jake's favorite, the tangy tomato sauce filled the kitchen with a comforting aroma. He twirled noodles on his fork, quieter than usual, his mind still dwelling on his playdate as he listened to Mom and Dad chat about their plans for a weekend park trip, while Timmy, strapped in his booster, kept stealing glances at Jake. The pull-up was hidden under his jeans, but Timmy knew it was there, crinkling softly with every shift in his chair. After dinner, the family settled in the living room for movie night, watching Timmy's favorite Paw Patrol: The Movie on their big screen TV.
The living room was cozy, with a plush gray couch and a coffee table with a stack of magazines in the corner. Jake sprawled on the couch, munching popcorn from a blue bowl, while Timmy snuggled with Mom, his diaper peaking out above his waistband. Halfway through the movie, as Chase led a rescue on the screen, Jake shifted uncomfortably, clutching his stomach. Timmy noticed, whispering to Bronti. "Jakey's gonna hafta go potty soon." A few minutes later, Jake's face changed. His eyes widened, and he froze, holding onto the couch cushion. A familiar smell wafted through the air. "Uh...Mom?" he said, his voice small, barely audible over the movie's theme song as he felt the mess spread in his pull-up. Mom looked over, pausing the movie, sniffing the air.
"Jake Thompson, did you have another accident?" She asked, her voice tinged with frustration. Jake's cheeks turned pink as he slipped his thumb into his mouth. "Yeah," He mumbled as he sucked his thumb, his confidence crumbling with each passing second.
"Oh, honey, it's okay, Mom said, standing up and brushing her hands on her jeans. "Remember, accidents happen while we learn. Let's go get you cleaned up." Timmy's mouth hung open in disbelief that his older brother just pooped his pants right in front of him.
Jake, the big boy who always teased him about diapers, just had a poopie accident. Timmy felt a mix of glee and guilt, the reality changer's thrilling and heavy power. Seeing his older brother so embarrassed began to tug at his little heartstrings, but observation kept him glued to the scene as Dad scooped Jake up, carrying him to the downstairs bathroom, his slippers squeaking on the hardwood floor. Timmy tagged along, pretending to need a diaper change as he toddled behind. The toilet, with a Paw Patrol towel hanging on the rack, and the training potty gleamed under the light. Dad pulled down Jake's pants and helped him out of his messy pull-up. Jake stared at the floor, his ears a bright red, as his Dad cleaned his bottom with wipes from the basket. "Don't worry, sport," Dad said, patting his shoulder, his voice steady and reassuring. "You're still learning the daytime part, remember. Now let's get you into your nighttime diaper, and we'll get the hang of the potty soon." Dad led Jake to his bedroom and advised him to lie on his bed as he grabbed one of his nighttime diapers from the shelf. "Why don't we try to use the potty next time you feel an urge?' She suggested, pointing to his training potty. "You can earn a sticker for your chart and a reward if you keep your pants dry for a few days!" Jake nodded, but his eyes were downcast, his voice barely audible.
"I thought I knew how to use the potty. Why didn't I feel it coming?" Sitting on the bathroom rug with Bronti, Timmy felt a pang in his little heart. Jake didn't know how to use the potty anymore, well, not really. The Reality Changer had stripped that knowledge away, leaving him to relearn it all over again. Timmy hadn't meant to make Jake sad, but the experiment was too fascinating to his young mind.
Mom tucked Jake into bed that night, ensuring he had his shark plushie and shark nightlight, and patted his diaper. "This will help keep your sheets dry, buddy, " she said, kissing his forehead. Jake hugged his shark plushie as he slipped his thumb into his mouth, whispering to his shark.
"I'll do better tomorrow, right?" Eavesdropping from the hall, Timmy was torn between what he should do. He thought he had gotten most of the information by watching Jake, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to see Jake keep trying to be certain, but he should try to find that silly remote.
The following week, Jake's potty training journey became a rollercoaster of successes and setbacks during the day, while his nighttime diapers remained constant, always soaked by morning. Timmy became his unofficial cheerleader, following him around with Bronti, offering encouragement, and waiting to see how Jake's journey unfolded.
Day 1.
Jake woke up with his nighttime diaper soaked. His Mom came into his room to help him change into a pull-up and some jeans and ushered him downstairs for breakfast. Throughout the day, Jake struggled to make it to the potty and had two accidents, which earned him some rain clouds on his potty chart. Mom and Dad stayed patient, cleaning him up and reminding him to use the training potty when he felt a wiggle. That night, his pull-up was soaked again, and Jake looked defeated as Mom cleaned him up and taped up his nighttime diaper, the crinkling loud in his quiet room. Timmy hugged him, saying, "You'll get the hang of it, Jakey!"
Jake managed a small smile, hugging his plush shark closely.
Day 2
A small victory came at lunch. Jake felt a wiggle in his tummy while eating a peanut butter sandwich and bolted to the bathroom, making it to the training potty just in time to pee. The tower's theme played triumphantly, earning Jake a gold star on his potty chart. He pasted it proudly as Timmy danced, chanting, "Jakey used da potty!" His diaper rustled with each hop. Jake grinned, his confidence boosted, and the sticker was a small badge of honor. But later that day, another messy accident struck while he was building a pillow fort in the living room with Timmy, the bulge and smell were noticeable before he even sat down, squishing the mess against his backside. His smile faded as his Mom stripped the soiled pull-up off of him, cleaning his bottom and placing a thunder cloud on his chart, the routine becoming familiar as the days went on.
Day 3
Jake began to pay closer attention to his body, pausing during playtime to check for wiggles in his tummy or pushes. He made it to the potty twice: once for pee during a Lego building session, the blocks scattered across his race car rug, and once for poopies after a snack of apple slices. Each success earned him a gold star. But while playing on the slides at the park with Timmy, a familiar warmth began to spread in his pull-up, causing it to sag heavily and leak, forming a spot on his jeans. Jake ran to hide behind a tree with tears in his eyes as Timmy watched. He felt that pang of guilt again, but he felt a sense of pride when Jake bounced back and said he would try again tomorrow.
Day 4
The fourth day proved to be Jake's most daunting one yet. While shopping with his Mom and staring at all the different boxes of cereal, he failed to notice the pushing sign in his tummy and began farting, filling the back of his pull-up with a warm mess as he started walking again down the aisle. The feeling of a full seat was unmistakable, and Jake, with worrying glances, called to his Mom. Noticing Jake's distress, his mother quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the public bathroom, where they went into a stall. She dropped his pants, revealing his sagging seat. "Oh dear you didn't notice again huh!" Jake's face burned with shame as he shook his head no as she proceeded to clean his bottom before helping him onto the toilet. With tears streaming down his face, Jake heard the slight hiss as his bladder released into the potty. "There we go, you made pee pee in the potty, sweetie. Now, let's get you into a clean pull-up so we can finish this shopping trip, hmm!" Jake nodded slowly as his mother helped him into the pull-up, then returned to the store to finish up.
Day 5
Jake awoke confident, knowing today would be his best day yet. He would keep his pants clean and earn a bunch of gold stars for his chart. He was so diligent about going to the potty that he even had a successful trip to the potty while at Ethan's house, which he was super proud to share with his Mom when she came to pick him up. After dinner, his Dad had promised to take him to the toy store so he could pick out a treat since he was really trying. Timmy clapped excitedly for his brother, knowing he was giving it his all to relearn the potty. Jake even gave Timmy a high five, saying that he was the best little brother anyone could ask for, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he said goodbye to his pull-ups and nighttime diapers.
Day 6
As the week drew close, Jake's Mom decided to have him wear training underwear, not exactly pull-ups, but still a protective measure against accidents. The day went by without any accidents, and Jake used the potty whenever needed. His Mom insisted on pull-ups when they went out to the store and nighttime diapers, but only for a bit longer. Jake nodded, knowing he was almost in big boy pants but still needed more time. Timmy felt a sense of pride in seeing his brother come this far and felt his experiment was coming to a close, and maybe he should change things back to the way they were now that he knew what he had to do for the potty, but he wasn't sure.
Day7
Jake was now in big boy pants full-time, having mastered the potty during the day. However, he still struggled at night, so he wore diapers. Timmy noticed Jake's soggy diaper as he entered the hall, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Timmy toddled over to his big brother, eyes full of innocence. "Why are you still wearing diapis, Jakey?"
"Because Timmy, I'm scared I'll never stop wetting while asleep, he admitted solemnly."
"That's okay, Jakey yush. Still a big bwoda." His voice was soft yet earnest. Jake smiled and ruffled his brother's hair before brushing his teeth and bathing in the bathroom. Listening closely at the door, Timmy smiled as he heard the soft tinkling of Jake using his potty.
As the week ended, Jake's accidents became fewer and fewer, his potty chart full of gold stars marking his progress, and his big boy undies all clean. Timmy watched in awe as his Mom swapped out Jake's pull-ups for underoos and took down Jake's potty chart. "Well, buddy, I guess you'll need these soon." Timmy's Mom said as she noticed him watching her from the door. Timmy giggled and raced to his bedroom to tell Bronti he would start potty training just like Jake had done. Jake passed by Timmy's room as Timmy came toddling out. "Hey there, buddy. Mom says you're gonna start potty training. Well, let me give ya some tips on keeping your pull-ups dry and clean, hmmm?" With wide eyes, Timmy listened as Jake explained about listening to your body for signals when you have to pee or make poopies. It's like a little secret only you can hear, so pay close attention, but until you get the hang of it, your nighttime diapers will still keep your sheets dry, so Mom doesn't have extra laundry to wash."
Timmy soaked up every word, fascinated by Jake's journey. His guilt softened as he saw Jake's resilience. As the boys sat at the kitchen table, their Mom explained that they'd go to the park for a playdate with some of Jake's friends. Timmy clapped excitedly, nearly dropping his sippy cup of juice. Jake cheered and hurriedly finished his breakfast to get dressed and finally tell his friends that he'd been potty trained.
Arriving at the park, Jake couldn't wait to hop out of the car and run over to his friends Ethan and Mia, chatting by the jungle gym, to tell them about his new underoos and how he mastered the potty. Ethan high-fived Jake, congratulated him on his success, and jokingly said he should help Noah. Mia was a little reserved, not having any siblings of her own, but she assured Jake that he had worked hard and was now a big boy. Smiling at her reassurance, Jake quickly tapped her shoulder and ran off, yelling tag as he began a game running off toward the swing set and the adjoining pirate ship playset. Darting between the ship and swings, a familiar smell wafted through the air, and he froze. Caught up in his game, he didn't notice his body telling him the need to potty, and he whimpered as poop began to slide down his leg from his underoos, revealing his messy accident. Jake's Mom was quick to be by her son's side with a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's expected for a bit, as you just mastered the potty, and accidents could still happen as your body adjusts. It's nothing to be ashamed about, you'll wear pull-ups til we get home, okay, darling. With tears in his eyes, Jake grabbed his Mom's hand as she led him to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
As Jake was cleaned up, his Mom told him that one accident doesn't undo your progress. "Remember you're wearing big boy undies now, and this pull-up is just til we get home because I didn't pack any spare underwear." Jake nodded, but his shoulders slumped, the toddler-like feeling from Etahn's house creeping back. Watching from the bathroom doorway, Timmy felt that surge of guilt again. Jake had mastered the potty, but why did he slip up? Timmy looked at Jake and handed him Bronti.
"You're still the pirate captain, Jakey." Jake smiled as his Mom pulled his shorts back up over his pull-up and gently patted him.
"Now it's almost time to go home. Why don't you boys say goodbye to Ethan and Mia and then head to McDonald's to get dinner before we go home?" Jake and Timmy ran off to say goodbye before meeting their Mom by the car.
The next day, we saw the Thompson family at the zoo. Mom wanted to test Jake again and see if he would make it to the potty now that he's been in underwear for a while and only had the one slip-up at the park. Jake was determined to keep his underwear accident-free. His Captain America shirt, embossed with the shield, gave Jake more confidence in his determination. At the Pequin exhibit, Jake became mesmerized by the waddling birds as they moved through their environment. Laughing as they jumped into the water, Jake's eyes grew wide as he felt sudden pressure and raced past his Mom to find a bathroom. "Jake, dear, don't go running off."
"Sorry, Mom, I have to go potty," he yelled as he made a beeline for the restroom. Once he got inside, he ran to a stall and quickly dropped his shorts and underwear before sitting on the potty as his bladder began to let go. A tinkling sound escaped the potty. As the tinkling subsided, Jake grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself before standing up to pull up his shorts as his Mom came in to hear the sound of a toilet flushing.
"You did it, Jake. You made it to the potty in time, and look, there were no accidents. You should be very proud. Jake smiled proudly as he left the bathroom, heading back with his Mom to join Timmy and his Dad at the penguin exhibit.
After the penguin show, the Thompsons decided it was time for lunch, so they walked to the food court and found a table to sit down at. While munching on animal crackers, Timmy began to reflect on Jake's time potty training and if Timmy learned anything from the setbacks to the successes, all the wet and messy pull-ups to the soaked night time diapers was potty training really that important to his little mind it seemed like alot of work when he could continue to wear diapers and not worry when he had to potty, but seeing Jake grow in confidence and become his old self again gave Timmy hope that maybe underwear is cool it had alot of chracters on it like his diapers and it made walking alot easier. Timmy had to find the remote again to switch things back. Now he knew what to do to be a big boy like Jakey. He whispered to Bronti his plan when they got home to set things right.
Epilouge
Mom came bustling into Timmy's room, the little boy fast asleep in his toddler bed with his thumb in his mouth. "Sweetie, it's time to wake up today, it's the big day you get to start potty training."
Timmy's eyes fluttered open as he began to suck his thumb, looking up at his Mom. A smile broke across his little face as he got up and told his Mom of his fantastical dream. "Mama ish had a weally cool dweam, I founded a wemote ans it made Jakey potty twain ans we went to a park ans a zoo. he had wots of accidents ans diapis at nini dat got aww soaky in da morning."
Mom smiled as she began to change Timmy out of his nighttime diaper. "My my, it sounds like you had quite the adventure in your dream. Did you watch Jakey as he potty trained his buddy?"
Timmy nodded his head fast. "I cheered, Jakey, wots mama and gabe him confidence. I even shared Bronti Mama."
"That's really sweet, Timmy. You're a good brother for helping him out even in your dreams. Jake could have used you when he was actually potty training, but now that you are, maybe Jake can be your support system." Timmy smiled as his Mom held out his first pair of pull-ups, helping him step into them and pull them up, check the fit, and ensure they were snug.
"There we go, sweetie. Now remember to listen to your body for any wiggles in your tummy that'll let you know that it's time to sit on your potty. If you make it, you get gold stars on your potty chart, and if you get enough of them, either I or Dad will get you a reward, but for each accident you have, you'll also get sitckers to show when you either went pee pee in your pull up or poopies in the form of thunder clouds or rain clouds." Timmy looked at his Mom wide-eyed as he understood exactly what she meant from his dream. Now all he had to do was listen, and soon, he'd be a big boy like Jake.
With his Pull-ups on and just a T-shirt, he grabbed Bronti and raced to find Jake to show him that he's beginning his journey towards being a big boy and can't wait to wear big boy undies with all the cool superheroes like Jake.
