“Did you go potty?” She asked like it was normal for you to be standing in wet pants and little puddle of piss.
Not “did have you an accident?” Not “did you wet yourself?” Just “did you go…?” Like it was the same as going in the potty. Like this was just reality.
And she didn’t fuss as she helped you change out of your wet clothes. She brought you dry pants, socks, and a pull-up like it was normal. Her routine was simple. You’d have an accident and she’d make you put on a pull-up. Almost everyday, the same.
So of course “you just went potty.” This was your normal. This was her role.
A little cowboy who makes pushies while helping his caregiver fed the cattle. Caregiver sighs when they see the outline of the messy pull-up in his jeans. Now he has to get taken back to the farm house for a change. Even more embarrassing if his caregiver makes him go back with another caregiver cowboy/rancher so they can keep working.
Making pushies at the rodeo and having to get changed at the back of the lot, in the trunk of the car, or in a port-a potty.
Making pushies on the trail and having to ride their horse back as their mess gets squished all over their bum
Needing help getting their jeans off and having to tell cg that they need to go potty
Having to squat and go pushies outside while cg watches
Going pushies in the scary outhouse because they couldn't hold it anymore and cg didn't bring extra pull-ups/diapers
Mommy takes her little boy out to the toy store. He’s been such a good boy at daycare and home so she rewards him with an afternoon outing. They walk over to the toy store which is full of a variety of toys, stuffed animals, and games. Little boy excitedly runs in and heads right to all the new toy cars.
He makes his way through the store looking at and playing with all the display toys from trucks to blocks to dolls to stuffies. After a moment he feels the familiar wet warmth between his legs. Hs walks over to Mommy who is chatting with another caregiver. He gently tugs on his mommy’s shirt and she leans down to him, “I needa change Mommy.” he whispers. She nods and excuses herself.
They walk over to bathrooms. She lifts him onto the changing table and takes off his pants. She gently slides his pull-up off and takes the wipes out from his backpack. She wipes him and coos, “You’re such a good boy for telling me.” She slides a dry pull-up on and helps him get dressed.
As they walk back, Mommy leans down and whispers, “How about you get two toys, okay? One big one and one small one.” Little one nods and happily goes to pick out his prize. Maybe he’ll keep behaving after all
A little who’s very open about needing to go potty.
They’ll loudly profess in the grocery store that they “need to go pee pee right now!” or at the park they “need a poo real bad”
Each time, their caregiver takes their hand and walks them to bathroom while softly reminding them that “potty talk” is a private matter and they should tell cg quietly.
But how is it private when caregiver always sees little go potty? When caregiver cleans little up after and helps them get dressed? Grownups can be so silly sometimes.
There’s something so special about Littles who finding peeing more embarrassing than pooping. There’s a certain level of shame to of having to ask for the toilet, then go to the bathroom, and then the sound of piss in a toilet especially if someone else is in the bathroom or can hear it from the bathroom. The shame of walking out and knowing everyone knows you just peed.
And then there’s the shame of being desperate and trying to hold it as you squirm and shake. And the feeling of a full bladder and being so close to an accident that can’t be easily hidden.
Sure similar things apply to pooping but everybody poops. It’s Littles who have to go pee more often. And poopy accidents don’t quiet show the same even if they are stinky.
[Pretty NSFW stuff below. Carter and Joey are both trans-masculine.]
The toys, clothes, and pull-ups were abandoned on the floor. The room was warm and smelled faintly like sweat.
Carter and Joey knew they weren’t supposed to play like that. But they didn’t want to stop. Their t-dicks collided together and pleasure rushed over them. “Fuck.” Joey moaned. “That’s a bad…shit.” Carter groaned.
Their hips rolled together and they looked at each other’s faces distorted with pleasure. Their dicks throbbed with each thrust. “Faster.” Carter moaned and Joey pressed his hips in. “Fuck yeah!” Joey cried. Their pussies were slick and gushing.
“Boys?” Daddy opened the door and peeked into the room. He stood frozen for a moment.
“Daddy…” Joey moaned and blushed
“I’m gonna go.” He swallowed, “We’ll talk after.”
There was a short pause as they caught their breath and looked at each other in disbelief. “I’m close.” Joey confessed and Carter crashed against him. The two began to rapidly hump again.
“Fuck C.”
“Joey…” Carter gasped, “Not supposed too- so good.”
“No, too good.” Joey cried, “Not- but need more.”
They grabbed each other’s hair and faces lustfully. “I’m cumming.” Joey cried out. “Me too.” Carter moaned.
Joey’s daddy came in a few moments later and sat on the floor by the boys. They both desperately avoided eye contact with him.
“What was that, boys?” Daddy asks sternly, “Was that fun?”
“Yes.” Joey confessed
“And that wasn’t planned hm?” Daddy asked
“No it wasn’t. We’re playing with our toys and then…” Joey mumbled
“Mhm, that happened.” Carter blushed
“Are you mad, Daddy?” Joey asked
“No, I’m not mad at you baby.” Daddy sighed, “But you know you’re supposed to tell a grown up before having special play.”
“We know, we’re sorry.” Joey
“I want you boys to go potty and then have a bath.”
So the boys got cleaned up. Then Daddy made them spend time setting up boundaries and rules about play time would look like between them.
That night he called Carter’s mommy. It certainly was interesting having to explain what had occurred. She sighed and thanked him for updating her. It was going to be a long time before Carter another sleepover with his best friend.
In my word the grass is blue, and the sky is green. Also, life is easier. Since I arrived here everyone just trying to hunt me down and kill me simply because I am different. Yeah, I am different for them, but they are different for me. Imagine if I had bloodlust and do the same things for them.
But why am I here? Who am I? My name is Skye. I am Kresztilopiaian. In my word we are the guardians. Yes, I know I said that the life is easier, but everyone needs some guardian because peace is temporary. I read a lot of books about my people what they did in the past. They started a lot of war. War over lands and authority and even food. Everyone makes bad decisions sometimes what involves lot of people life.
A bad decision the reason why I am here too. But before I get into that a little backstory. My position as a guard started when I was only 4. Usually, the age to join is 12. The only reason why I joined that early because my father is the leader of the Guardians and my mother decided to leave him, so this was the only way to stay with him.
I was mediocre in the beginning due to being so little and weak. When I reached the age 12, I was sent into my first mission. My father put his expectations high for me and sent me into one of the darkest places in our land. There were 3 of us in the mission. While we were walking, the other 2 guy who was with me were joking about my age and the fact that my father is the leader, and I do not deserve to be there. I kind of used to this kind of conversations so I do not mind.
In the border of the city, I have a really bad feeling, but I do not tell others I just let them talk. And this was the mistake what I made. I know it is just a little thing but, in that moment, when we crossed the borders, we teleported into another dimension.
So here am I, a 12 year old girl from an another dimension trying to hide from the government to survive.
