Actually, Dante remembered vaguely, using the potty involved stopping what you were doing and going to it to pee, and you probably weren’t allowed to play during that time or watch T.V. . What a drag! If he had still been potty trained, Dante would have had to get up, gone to find a potty, figured out how to use it, and then come back. During that time he would have missed learning the signs for “mom”, “grandma”, “dad”, and “grandpa”. He would have wasted potential knowledge because he was expected to take care of his own bladder. Instead, he had gotten to just let loose. Instant satisfaction, delaying of consequences, the American way.
Still, as the padding and gels did their work, and the urine inside began to cool, the diaper would become cold and clammy. Dante definitely did not like that feeling. Then he’d have to get a diaper change, and as far as time constraints went, that was just as bad as going potty. Dante could just deal with the coming discomfort until the end of the show, or…
“Judy!” Dante called out, “Mama Judy!” The Judy who had turned on the television had stayed close by and monitored Dante and Midori’s behavior. She bent over, her hands on her knees so that she could look at Dante.
“What’s wrong sweetie?!” The Judy asked. Her face didn’t show terrible concern, but then again, Dante’s face didn’t show terrible distress either.
“Drink!” Dante said as he held an imaginary cup and tipped it to his lips. “Drink!”
The Judy “awwwed” uncontrollably. “Do you want a drink, honey?” she asked. Dante nodded. “Do you want a milky ba-ba?” She squeezed the air, kind of like she was milking a cow. Obviously she had been watching the program too. Dante shook his head vigorously. He purposefully giggled as he did so, copying Midori’s natural tendency so that the Judy might be disarmed.
“Water.” Dante said, making a “W” shape with his hand by holding up his middle three fingers and touching it to his chin. “Drink water.”
“You want some water?” Dante spazzed his head in an affirmative nod. Finally, an adult figure that could understand him! Even though he was the one in a wet diaper, Dante felt like he had just taught a chimp to communicate. The Judy walked over to a nearby mini-fridge and pulled out a baby bottle filled with water. “Here you go, kiddo,” she said as she handed him the bottle.
Dante repositioned himself so that he was laying down on his back. He grabbed a near by teddy bear and requisitioned it as a pillow, and started sucking down the water as fast as he could, even though he wasn’t particularly thirsty. Midori was so busy looking at the screen, if she noticed Dante’s change relative to her, she didn’t show it.
While Dante repositioned himself, a new segment came on. It was titled “Diaper Dance”. Basically it just showed a bunch of clips of babies dancing in nothing but their diapers; maybe a T-shirt or two. In the middle of the song, Rachel the hostess came on screen and said “Diaper. Close two fingers and your thumb, right at your diaper.” She lowered her hands to her waist and started miming like she was playing two invisible castanets. “Diaper,” she repeated.
Then, she took placed her thumb between her pointer and middle finger and shook her whole hand like she was waving hello. “This is the sign for potty.”, she indicated. “Potty.” Then as predicted, the camera cut to clips of various babies and toddlers, signing “diaper” and “potty”. Dante gave a yawn of contentment as he finished his bottle. The next segment of the show taught him the sign for “more”, which he quickly used as he ordered the Judy to get him “more water”. This order she quickly complied with and he chugged the water bottle and gave a loud burp in response.
As the ending credits to “Baby Signing Time” rolled, Dante’s diaper had already begun to cool and itch. His nether regions were just starting to become uncomfortable when his brilliant plan sprang into action. Dante let lose a second barrage of liquid gold into the thick and thirsty padding between his thighs.
The padding immediately encasing his penis was already saturated from his last wedding, so the pee bounced off and tickled his pubic area before soaking into the bottom area around his taint. Dante let out a giggle and wore a satisfied smirk on his face. If he could keep very hydrated, he could pee into his diaper often enough where it wouldn’t get cold.
Granted, he’d have to get changed eventually, as otherwise the diaper would leak or burst, but this was more on his terms.
“Yay! Dante learned baby signs!” the Judy cheered. “Dante learned baby signs!” “Who’s a clever boy? Who’s a clever boy? You are! Yes you are!” Dante nodded. He was indeed clever, he agreed; though perhaps not for the same reason as she was thinking.
The diaper continued to bulge and expand, pleasantly encasing Dante’s loins. Dante wondered if he peed enough, would his diaper break free of the onesie he had on? Now this feeling was good. All warm, wet, and mushy in all the right places. Dante wondered if this is what the inside of a woman felt like. (Yeah, yeah, he had died a virgin, so what?)
Dante was interrupted by a gurgling noise coming from his gut. Cramps soon followed. Uh oh! Somehow, Dante had forgotten about the OTHER inevitability where total lack of potty training was concerned. He really didn’t want to poop in his diaper. It was something he just wasn’t ready for, and even his positive experience with wet diapers couldn’t convince him to try this willingly.
Dante was desperately wishing there was a potty nearby. Even though he couldn’t remember how to use it, maybe he could figure out how to once he found one. Or maybe the Judy’s could help him. That’s it! The Judy’s! They acted like caretakers and mommies! What mother wouldn’t help a small child go to the potty? It just made sense.
“Judy,” Dante cried out as he sat back up, “Mama Judy!” The same Judy who had watched “Baby Signing Time” with him came up and asked what was the matter. Dante put his right thumb between his right forefinger and shook it. “Potty!” he said, “I need to go potty!” He used his left hand to hold his poor stomach as the cramps got more intense. Any second now.
“Potty?” she asked, then shook her head. “Noooo, Dante, you wear diapers. Diaper.” She started playing invisible castanets around her waistband. “Diaper.” She bent over and patted the front of his diaper. She felt it squish as soon as she touched it.
“Ooooh” the angel woman concluded, “You mean you went potty in your diaper? Is that it?”
“No you dumb whore!” Dante, swore through gritted teeth while doing everything he could to clench his cheeks. “I want you to take me to the potty!” A rude noise escaped from between Dante’s clenched cheeks.
“Oooooh !,” the Judy said with some realization. “Are you about to have a poopie diaper and you want to go potty?” Danted nodded his head emphatically, both arms clenching his gut as the cramps went to new levels. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” she smiled a little too sweetly, “Just make poopies in your diaper and Mama Judy will change you when you’re aaaaall done. But you gotta make the signs for it.” She waved her hands in front of her face as if to say “no more, no more” and then played invisible castanets on her waist band. “All Done!” she chirped. “Diaper. All done!” she repeated. “Diaper!”
This was madness. What kind of caretaker would deliberately tell a child who was trying not to poop themselves to do just that? The kind who’s job it is to treat their child like their not competent enough. The angel had to know that he wasn’t really a baby, she had to. It’s the only option that made sense.
Finally overcome with pain, Dante rolled onto his back. His legs lifted off the ground and scrunched up slightly as his body started to push the mess out. Dante felt the warm mess leave him and enter the back of his diaper, pressing up against his bum.
He started grunting, deliberately trying to get the vile stuff out of him, so that he could get this over with. He wanted to gag at the smell. The diaper’s perfume did a decent job of disguising the scent of stale urine, but it was no match for the brown bombs that he was dropping in his backseat.
Dante closed his eyes. Even though he couldn’t see, it felt like everyone must be watching him. He didn’t hear the sounds of playing elsewhere in the nursery. He couldn’t even hear the television. He was in a black hole of sound. The world had stopped. Him dropping a deuce had become the main attraction of the afternoon.
Finally, the cramps subsided and Dante felt he couldn’t push out anymore. He lowered his legs, and instantly felt the mess being moved around in his diaper. The sounds of playtime had entered his ears again, but he still had the feeling he was being watched. When he opened his eyes again, he saw all 8 of the Judy’s staring down at him, expectant smiles on their faces.
Defeated, exhausted, and still on his back, Dante waved his hands in front of him. “All done.” he said. Then he placed his thumbs down on where the tapes to his diaper were around his waist and clapped his first two fingers against his thumbs. “All done diaper.”
“See? I told you he learned to sign.” The Judy who had turned on the television said to her cohorts.
“Who’s a clever boy?!” They all praised as he laid in his own mess. “Who’s a clever boy?!” Dante grimaced.
“More importantly,” one of them said, “who’s going to change him?”
