A Little Accident
Date Published: January 8, 2023, 6:07am
Written By: Blanket
Prompt: Write about a character experiencing an embarrassing moment
Amanda shifted uncomfortably in the circle of Amazon preschoolers. Her stomach felt extremely full. She raised her hand and asked to be excused to the bathroom, but the teacher told her that she would have to wait until after the potty training lesson.
“What if she can’t hold it?” one of the cheeky preschoolers asked.
“Well, then, I guess she simply wasn’t ready for potty training,” the teacher replied.
Amanda blushed at that. She was an adult in her twenties, not some baby. She was here because she accidentally spilled her drink in her lap and her dumb Amazon boss thought it was pee. The pull-up she had been forced to wear to attend the training crinkled as she adjusted herself and she felt even more babyish.
She gave up asking for the bathroom and tried to concentrate on the potty training cartoon. Everything proceeded as usual, until they got to a point in the video where they were discussing Littles and babies.
A middle aged Little on the video frantically ran to the toilet, but Amanda could tell by her drooping drawers that it was already too late. The pink bear who had been encouraging the “big kids” that they could be potty trained had a different message for the woman.
“Lindy, where do you think you’re going? Don’t you know the potty is for big kids?” the bear asked.
Amanda cringed as the woman, who was older than she was, smiled like she was caught doing something naughty. “I am a big kid, too!” Lindy protested in a tone that convinced no one. It was like she was just playing some kind of game.
The bear patted her on the head. “Maybe next year. Now, go to your mommy and have her change you,” the bear said.
The Little woman toddled off, a clear view of her sagging diaper bobbing along as she walked.
Amanda felt eyes on her as her face turned red with embarrassment. How did they get away with making these kinds of videos and showing them to kids? She decided to get up and leave the room instead of subject herself to more humiliation, but when she got to the door, she found it locked.
The teacher gave her a firm glare. “Amanda, sit back down this instant, or I will tell your boss you’ve been a very naughty girl!” the teacher commanded.
“But I need to go to the bathroom,” Amanda pleaded.
“Big kids can hold it,” the teacher said.
“Yeah, big kids can hold it,” a few of the preschoolers piped up.
Embarrassed and a little disoriented, Amanda went back to the circle and sat down. This was probably the most uncomfortable experience she’d ever had, being mocked for her size by a child’s potty training cartoon. Little did she know things were going to get a whole lot worse.
The video finished, and the teacher announced they had about fifteen minutes until the potty break and snack time. Amanda sighed to herself. This whole ordeal would be over in fifteen minutes. She’d use the potty, be allowed back into underwear, and it would all be…over?
Amanda’s train of thought was interrupted by a distinct warmth filling her diaper. Was she peeing? No, she couldn’t be peeing! She felt the pull-up grow warm and heavy and managed to call attention to herself as she struggled to stop.
“Mandy baby, is everything okay?” the teacher asked.
The intern flushed red but tried to keep her composure. “Oh, everything’s fine,” she lied.
Faaart! A muffled fart escaped her backside, and she hoped no one heard. She felt something warm in the seat of her pull-up, but she was hoping that was just pee. The teacher was reading a potty training book to the class, and Amanda was watching the clock, desperately trying to hold out until she could use the potty.
Amanda took a deep shaky breath. This wasn’t really happening, was it? She shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of what to do when she felt something solid snaking its way into the seat of her pull-up. There was no denying what was happening now. She cringed and clinched her butt, trying to stop, but it wasn’t working.
Faaarrrt! She let out another loud fart. This time everyone was watching her squirming and blushing. A few of the preschoolers started laughing and chanting. “Amanda’s doing the potty dance!” they taunted. While this was going on, Amanda lost her concentration and released a flood of mess into her pull-up. Blooort! She couldn’t believe this was happening; it had to be some sort of nightmare.
Just then, the bell rang. “Time for a bathroom break!” the teacher sang.
Before Amanda could think of what to do, the teacher pulled her aside. “Aww, did you have an accident, baby?” the teacher asked sweetly. Amanda cringed; this was happening in front of everyone. The children in line laughed and made jokes while the teacher gently scolded her. “A pull-up’s not enough to hold a mess like this,” the teacher said sweetly. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into some diapers, okay, baby?”
“D-diapers?” Amanda asked. She was so embarrassed that she could barely protest.
Amanda was changed out of her now soiled “big kid” clothes and pull-up and put into a big poofy nighttime diaper with only a baby night gown over it to cover herself. She was then plopped into a giant crib and given a large bottle of milk.
At first, she was so paralyzed with embarrassment and shame that she just lay there, but something told her this wasn’t right. She wasn’t a native to places with Amazons but this seemed very wrong. While she was contemplating the situation, she felt herself start to wet again.
That’s when she heard the preschool teacher talking to someone on the phone. “Amanda performed as expected. Thanks for sending her over. Unfortunately, she didn’t pass the test, but I’m sure you already knew that,” the teacher said with a laugh. “Those two-way potty training-diaper dependency cartoons work wonders! Amazons and Tweeners watch them and they learn how to use the potty. Littles watch them and they start needing diapers!” the teacher said with a giggle. “Oh, you should have seen it; it was so cute! She used that pull-up just like a diaper, had to change her and clean her and everything!” the teacher gushed.