All the characters in this story are 18 . It's just a fun little short story about a loving relationship and a guy who has potty troubles. Wetting, messing, babytalk, and sexual situations involved...

Little Bry loved playing on the floor in the living room. He could lay on his belly for hours, wiggling his diaper butt around while he watched movies or learned about his favorite animal, the shark. Bry’s mommy always bought him new books about sharks and he even had a shark tooth necklace. Bry dreamed of one day being big enough to go to school as a marine biologist, but for now, Mommy was able to make enough money working from home.

Bry did lots of chores for Mommy while she worked. He swept the floor, emptied the dishwasher, and even learned to the mow the lawn. Bry’s favorite chore was taking care of the pool because he got to jump in after! Sometimes Bry didn’t do the chore right, like the time he put dish soap in the washing machine and the bubbles came out everywhere. Bry’s mommy was kind though and just giggled with Little Bry as they cleaned up the mess.

This summer, Bry had a goal of getting fully out of diapers. He had worn them so long that he had to potty train just like a little toddler all over again. Mommy was patient and helped Bry remember to take potty breaks, then rewarded him with lots of kisses when he made it on time.

One hot summer day, after Bry finished up his pool chores, he decided to go for a swim. He liked that the pool was right outside of Mommy’s office, and she could see him as he jumped in and swam around. It was a warm day so he played for a really long time. When he climbed out and grabbed his towel, he felt the familiar heavy feeling in his bladder.

“Oh no!” Bry cried as he grabbed his towel and ran for the house. He knew he should have taken a potty break while he was playing, but he was having too much fun.

Bry held his towel to his peepee as he ran up the steps and through the screen door, yelling, “Potty! Potty! Potty!” the whole way.

Bry’s mommy heard the commotion and dashed out of her office to help him. They ran into the bathroom together. Bry hopped around while he tried to get his bathing suit off, but it was wet and sticky and hard to get off. Bry’s mommy tried to help, but he was wiggling too much.

“Oh no, Mommy! Peepeeeee!” He cried. “Peepee come out!” Just as Bry’s mommy got his little peepee out of his shorts, hot pee shot out all over Mommy’s shirt. Bry cried as mommy tried to turn him around to face the potty. It was too late, hot peepee went all over Mommy, the floor, and down Bry’s legs. “Mommy,” he whined. “I’m sorry, I had an accident.”

Bry’s mommy took a big deep breath. “Bry, you’ve already had three accidents today. Honey...”

Bry pressed his face into Mommy’s chest and closed his eyes, so ashamed of his babiness.

“Oh honey,” she crooned. “I just think...maybe you’re not ready for big boy pants.”

“No!” he cried. “I don’t want diapers! I can be a big boy.”

She patted his back and held him close. “Bry, this is a lot of mess for Mommy to clean up, let’s maybe just wear diapers the rest of today and you can try again tomorrow, okay?”

Bry’s mommy helped him get into the shower to wash the peepee off while she cleaned the bathroom and changed her shirt. After, she dried him with a soft towel, then laid his favorite fleece blanket on the bed next to a thick white diaper.

Bry reluctantly got on the blanket and laid on his back, then pulled the blanket over his face to hide.

“Oh Bry, don’t be ashamed. Little boys who have been in diapers for so long have accidents. It’s very normal for boys like you to keep having them. Diapers aren’t anything to be ashamed about.”

She slid the diaper under his bottom and adjusted it, then sprinkled powder all over him. When she rubbed it in, Bry squirmed and giggled. “That tickles, Mommy!”

Mommy giggled too and leaned over to give his hips a little tickle. When she pulled the diaper between Bry’s legs he couldn’t help but notice how good it felt, like a blankie for his big boy parts. He instantly relaxed a little and peeked his face out from under the blanket.

“Mommy?” he asked in his smallest voice.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I have some milk?”

Mommy looked at the clock then sighed. “Yeah honey, mommy has some time before lunch break is over.”

Mommy crawled up on the bed and sat with her back against the wall, while Bry crawled next to her. He laid on his back, with Mommy cradling him. Bry tugged at Mommy’s bra until her round boob popped out. He eagerly found the little pink point with his lips and began to suck. Soon warm milk flowed into his mouth. Bry relaxed in Mommy’s arms as his belly began to fill and Mommy stroked his hair and held him tight.

Soon, Bry felt warmth in his diaper. It started at the top, around the tip of his big boy part, then trickled down to his balls and pooled at his bottom. Mommy smiled and put her hand on the front. “See Bry, you do need diapers. You had another peepee accident.” She squeezed the front, pressing the thick squishiness into him. “You must have drank a lot of pool water honey.”

Bry pushed his hips into Mommy’s hand, enjoying the way the padding wrapped around his little boy parts and hugged them. Soon, his little part was hard. Bry pulled at Mommy’s bra again until her other boob came out so he could squeeze and play with it.

“Oh Bry,” Mommy whispered, “your peepee is getting so big and hard. Do you want Mommy to play with it?”

Bry nodded, so Mommy gently laid him against the pillows and climbed on top of him, straddling his diaper. Mommy’s short thin running shorts made it feel like there was nothing between Bry’s diaper and Mommy’s fun parts when she pressed down on him. She lifted her shirt and tossed it off the bed, then pulled her bra off. Bry loved seeing Mommy’s pale belly and her boobs from beneath. He liked how they jiggled when she rocked back and forth, grinding against his diaper.

Bry’s big boy parts felt like they were glowing as she kept grinding. Like the best tickle in the world. He moaned and grabbed Mommy’s hips to help her.

“Do you like that little Bry?” she asked. “Does that feel good in your diaper?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Do you want to help Mommy feel good too?”

He nodded.

Mommy got up and pulled her shorts down then slowly pulled her big girl panties down. Bry loved looking at her Mommy parts and eagerly reached out to touch the soft lips. “Mommy! You’re wet down there, did you have an accident too?”

Mommy laughed as she climbed back on the bed and kneeled at Bry’s side. “No Bry, that’s my Mommy wetness, it means that I like you.”

Bry explored with his fingers, going all the way from the front to the back, until he found the little hole that he sometimes put his big boy part into. Today, he slid a finger in. Mommy gasped and sat up straighter, pushing her boobies out for Bry to see. He dragged his finger out, bringing more Mommy wetness with it, and rubbed it against her little button at the front. Bry knew the way to make Mommy really happy was to rub that button.

As he did, Mommy put her hand on the front of his diaper and began to stroke with her hand. Soon, Bry felt a tightness in his bottom. “Uh oh, Mommy.”

“Hmm, Bry?”

“Mommy, I have to poopoo.”

He could feel a hard poopy pressing against his bottom, ready to come out. Bry tried to sit up to run to the potty but Mommy pushed him back down. “Just a minute honey, keep rubbing me, just a minute longer.”

Bry clenched his bottom to try to hold the poopy in and rubbed Mommy’s special place a little faster. Mommy kept stroking Bry’s big boy part too, faster and faster. It felt so good that Bry began to thrust his hips up to Mommy’s hand. Soon Mommy began to moan and that made Bry feel even better.

“Uhhgg Mommy!” he cried. “Mommy I can’t hold it!”

“Just a minute, Bry,” she panted, “make Mommy feel so good first!” She bounced on his hand and rubbed her boobs.

The more Bry tried to hold his poopy in, the better his big boy part felt. He knew the white sticky mess was probably starting to leak out a little. Mommy’s parts were so wet now, nearly dripping in his hand as he rubbed her there.

But Bry couldn’t hold his poopy anymore. “Mommy,” he said desperately, “poopoo, poopoo coming out.” A big log started to push into his diaper. It was so tight against his bottom that the poopy had no where to go. Bry grunted and involuntarily pushed. “Poopy,” he murmured, “push poopy!”

“That’s it honey,” Mommy said as she squeezed his big boy part. “Have a poopy accident in your diaper like a little boy.”

The poopy finally slid out and mushed against the back of Bry’s balls. “Accident,” Bry said. “I poopied.”

“It’s okay Bry, Mommy likes it when you have messy accidents.” She slid her hand around his diaper and softly patted the mess. “Oh! That was a big poopy!”

Bry whined. “More poopy, Mommy!” Bry’s bottom opened up as another poopy tried to come out. He had to grunt and push to get it to come out. It crackled as it pressed against his diaper and spread.

“Yeah, baby, push your poopy out for Mommy. Have a big messy accident. Oh Bry,” her voice hitched as Bry’s big poopy mushed against his diaper. Then she started to moan. “Bry, you’re going to make Mommy cum.” She started stroking the front of Bry’s diaper again. “Are you going to cum for Mommy too? Make cummies in your diaper for Mommy. Can my big poopy baby do that?”

Bry’s big boy part throbbed and glowed, until he finally felt the release and his sticky cummies shot into the wet padding of his diaper. Just as another little poopy pushed out and Mommy made her big girl accident on Bry’s hand.

Mommy sighed and laid next to Bry, both of them sweaty and panting. She patted the front of his diaper and kissed his cheek. “That’s my good little messy boy.”