Trouble Toilet Training Tracy

Note: This story appears to be about a Daddy and his real toddler daughter at first look. In actuality it is nothing of the sort and should not be construed as such. The following is a Role Play between two consenting adults and involves elements of age play, forced regression, and punishment (as in, spanking). If you are opposed to any of these things, you should stop reading now and not read this story. (Gee, that's the first time I ever felt a need to put a disclaimer on a story...)

Chapter 1

      "Tracy," I called to my little girl. "Come in here please." She came quickly her bottom giving that cute wiggle that only can come from a thick diaper.

      "Yes, Daddy?"

      "Tracy, I heard that you were saying you wanted to be potty trained. Is this true?"

      Tracy blushed, but nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I know I was naughty when I listened to those hypnotic tapes that belong to you, and at the time I really did think I wanted to be helpless and have to use diapers. But now that I do, I don't like it as much. It's more fun to be able to wear my panties."

      A few months before, Tracy had confessed a few things she liked to me. She liked spanking and being punished. One night after a particularly bad spanking, she asked me to pick out a hypno-tape for her to listen to while she was diapered. I told her to listen to the one that would make her incontinent only when she was in diapers, but instead she had purposefully taken the wrong tape. The tape she took made her completely incontinent, like a real baby. When I found out what she did, I punished her by making her "sleep in her own bed," so to speak; if she wanted to be a baby in need of diapers, then she would be one. I wouldn't give her the tape to break the hypnotic suggestion, and I put her in very thick diapers and placed the potty off limits to her.

      She had expressed several times her wish to be re-potty trained, but I did not think I would let it be so easy on her as to just let her listen to a hypno file and be released from it just like that. With a little study, I learned that if Tracy truly believed she had the toilet habits of a baby, then she would also truly believe she could be potty trained all over again. There may be a few more set backs than with a real toddler, but she could relearn.

      "Well," I said to her, "We can re-potty train you, but it will not be easy. You will use a pink training potty, right in the middle of the room, and you will be spanked for accidents and put back in diapers after them."

      Tracy looked at me earnestly. "That's the way you potty train little girls, Daddy," she said. And so her potty training began.

Chapter 2

      The first thing we had to do was find some training pants. The ideal thing would be to put her in Pull-Ups, but they didn't have any big enough for her. The good news was that the companies that make adult diapers were also starting to make something of an adult pull-up. Basically, a pull on diaper, but without as much bulk or absorbency as an actual diaper. We bought a pack of the Attends brand.

      The first morning of her training she was particularly pleased as I put down the side of her crib and took off her wet diapers. I cleaned her up with baby wipes, and teased her a little. "Well I guess we better get a new diaper for my Baby Cupcake," I teased.

      "No, Daddy!" she giggled.

      "No?" I feigned surprise. "No diapers? But you need them."

      "No, Daddy!" she giggled again, and regressed to baby talk. "Baby Cupcake not need diapers! Me use potty like a big girl!"

      "A big girl? No...Cupcake is just a baby girl. She needs to wear diapers," I said.

      "Daddy..." Tracy started to pout for a second, but then her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands as I opened the drawer and took out the Attends Pull Up Underwear. I know not to tease my babies too much. Embarrassment can be fun, but too much teasing is cruel and is not fun for anyone.

      Potty training is kind of a new thing for me. None of my Baby Girls ever actually wanted it before. There was a time before Cherry regressed completely back to baby when she wore pull ups and I put her on the potty from time to time, and I had done a couple of interesting scenes involving it with Felicia, but as an ongoing chore to be seen through was a new thing altogether. I slid the pull up on over Tracy's feet, and on up 'til it was in place. Tracy clapped her hands again and said something about "big girl panties". Funny how kids (no matter what their "real age") think that they are now wearing grown up underwear when they get training panties.

      "Not quite yet," I said patting her bottom. When she looked sad, I said, "But it's a big step towards them!" She looked satisfied with that. She liked to be spanked, as I said before, and things such as that...but she also wanted her Daddy to be proud of her.

     I'm proud of all my baby girls. From the very first from almost five years ago, Felicia, to the two most recent from this past year, Elizabeth and Tracy, they each have had special characteristics or talents that I like to point out to the world. But, even if they didn't have those I would still be proud of them, because they are my baby girls and I love them. Just being who they are is enough to make them special.

Chapter 3

      Two weeks went by and it was hard to see much improvement in Tracy's potty habits. I had not even begun to think about taking her out of diapers at night, and every morning when I got her up her diaper was wet. We would start out the morning with me taking her diaper off and cleaning her up, and then putting her on her pink potty-chair in the living room. She pouted the first couple of times because it afforded little privacy, but I pointed out to her that I had to get breakfast ready in the kitchen and I had to be able to see her and make sure she didn't get into any trouble, so she had to be in the Living Room. I also reminded her that even she had said, "That's how you potty train a little girl, Daddy."

      She was able to pee in the potty a few times. She was actually getting good with making it to the potty for BMs, but I doubted that she was ever truly incontinent that way. After a little while on the potty, I would let her up and we would put one of the Attends Pull-Ups on her. Usually that is all she would wear below the waist, as I wanted it to be easy for her to pull them down and get to the potty fast.

      Since Tracy likes to be spanked, the discipline approach I used with her to motivate her was not helping much. The threat of a spanking did not scare her. When she had an accident, which was almost every day, she would have her pull up removed, and I would clean her up like a baby, and then put her over my knee and give her a spanking. After this she had to stand in the corner a few minutes. I did not spank her severely or make her stand in the corner for an extraordinary amount of time, but just enough to let her know she had done wrong (of course she still cried like it was the worst thing ever to happen to her). Then I would take her back to the nursery and put a diaper on her, and she would have to remain in diapers until the next day to try again.

      I decided a little extra "motivation" was needed. What if I embarrassed Tracy a little for her accidents instead of just spanking her? Now, Tracy was used to being seen in diapers and getting spanked by me, so I alone could not embarrass her much. She needed incentive to stay dry.

      So it was with that thought in mind that I got Tracy up one morning. "We are going out today, so I think my little girl better wear a diaper," I told her, knowing she would protest.

      "Daddy, no. I'm a big girl!" she said, pouting.

      "You want to wear training panties? You know what will happen if you have an accident," I warned. She nodded non-chalantly - as I said, spankings didn't do much to bother her. "Well, okay, but we are going to use something a little different."

      I got out the thick adult training panties I had found and ordered off the Internet for her. They were several layers of thick, thirsty cloth. "I want you to feel it if you wet and have an accident," I explained. "And since we will be out, we will put these over them." I pulled out a pair of baby blue plastic panties with several layers of white lace ruffles across the bottom.

      Tracy blushed brightly as I pulled the plastic panties up over the thick training panties. "I might as well be wearing diapers," she complained. I noticed she was right - with the plastic panties it did just look like she was diapered. All the better for my plan.

      "Do you want to be? It's not too late to change your mind," I asked. Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen. The last time I took her out in diapers, she ended up having a lady and two toddlers see her in the middle of her diaper change in the "family" restroom when the lock on the door didn't work right.

      She shook her head. "No...no. That's okay." I put a short denim jumper on her, increasing her anxiety a little - if she sat or bent over wrong, her "special underwear" would be on display. The jumper went over a cute white blouse. I completed the look with frilly anklet socks and Mary Jane shoes. Then I brushed her hair and decided it just had to be in braided pigtails today. She looked all of 10 or 11 when I was finished. I let her do her own make-up. I allowed her to wear make-up even in her regressed state because it becomes so much a part of a woman's routine, and many just can't feel right without it. I DID limit her to light colors and only a little, however.

      As she climbed up into her high chair at breakfast, her plastic panties peeked out. I couldn't help myself as I gave her a quick, playful smack to the bottom. She jumped and let out a little squeak, "Hey!" Then she giggled and wiggled her bottom, eliciting a few more swats from me. Finally she settled down in her high chair. With her breakfast I gave her a big sippy cup of orange juice, all part of my plan.

      I was allowing her to grow up a bit with her potty training - hence the sippy cup. I had made her use a baby bottle when I put her back in diapers, and she still used a baby bottle if she had a potty accident and got put back in diapers. But as long as she was in training pants, she was allowed to use a cup. Of course, this was not the same as it was with the potty training being something she really had to learn - she never forgot how to use a cup. But it was still fun. If I EVER got her out of night diapers - which right now did not seem likely - I would let her have a big girl bed instead of her crib. She seemed content with the crib now though, so I did not worry very much about that.

      "Better hurry," I told her. "We will want to leave soon."

Chapter 4

      When we got in the car, I buckled her seatbelt for her. Once again I thought how cute it would be if they made much bigger car seats and I could get one of those for her. She frowned a bit when she saw the diaper bag I brought out with us, and told me she didn't need that. I told her we would bring it anyway, just in case.

      Tracy always gets worried about the diaper bag. She is afraid people will see it, notice that there is no baby, and connect the diapers to her. Of course, in reality most people won't pick upon things that are that incredible to believe - they would just assume the baby is somewhere else at the moment. Of course, today I didn't care if people connected the diaper bag to her.

      "Where're we goin'?" Tracy asked now that we were on the road.

      "Well, first you are long overdue for a check-up at the doctor, so that's our first stop," I said, watching her out of the corner of my eye.

      Tracy's eyes snapped wide open and her jaw dropped. For a second she was unable to speak. "Wha...WHAT?" she cried. "I can't go to a doctor like...like...THIS!"

      "Of course you can," I said. "Doctors see people of all ages in diapers. She already knows you wear them." Tracy blushed at this revelation. Actually the doctor was a friend of mine and I told her Tracy lost a bet and had to act like a toddler. She was a pediatrician and I had asked her to make Tracy's visit just as though Tracy were a two-year-old.

      Tracy gripped my hand tightly as I walked her into the waiting room. She was obviously very nervous about this. As we sat down after I signed her name in, I leaned over and whispered, "Just think - if you don't potty train soon, every doctor visit will be just...like...this one!" I think she got the point.

      Tracy gazed around the waiting room at the toys and then looked at the walls at all the babyish pictures and children's character themes, such as Rugrats and Muppet Babies and teletubbies. "Oh my god," she finally said as the truth dawned on her. "Did you bring me to a BABY doctor?"

      "No," I said with a sideways grin. "The doctor isn't a baby doctor. She's older than I am."

      Tracy sighed and was about to respond when the door opened and her name was called. I went with her and we were led back to an examining room. "Well, THIS must be little Tracy!" the nurse said, patting Tracy on the head and using the voice adults use with very little children. Tracy looked at her and I could tell she was about to answer back with biting sarcasm, so I tapped her arm and gave her a warning look.

      "Now, first we have to take your temperature, lets help you up on the table here," she half lifted Tracy up onto the table to my surprise, "that's the good girl. Now, lay down on your tummy."

Chapter 5

      Tracy looked confused for a second. "But, I thought you were going to take my temp...ohh..." The nurse was not able to keep the bemused smile from her face as Tracy figured it out. "But - I can do it the other way..." she started.

      "Oh, I'm sorry honey but you see we make sure all patients in diapers use the same examining rooms because there are certain rules that have to be followed about that. And in those examining rooms, of which this is one, we only have the baby thermometers. Now be a good girl and lay down," the nurse was half helping, half pushing Tracy into position.

      Tracy tried to sit back up, and the nurse told her sternly, "Now listen. I'm about to take your temperature and it is dangerous for you to wiggle around like that. Now, unless you want me to strap you down to this table, you be still." Tracy sat extremely still after that warning.

      The nurse pushed the jumper up. "Awww...how precious," she commented when she saw the plastic pants. She then tugged them down and lastly tugged the training panties down to uncover Tracy's bottom. "Looks like someone has stayed dry so far!" she praised.

      That done, she put on a latex glove, dipped her finger in some vaseline, and spread a large glob of it in Tracy's bottom. Next she took the thermometer, also put some vaseline on it, and pushed it up into Tracy's bottom. Tracy jumped just the slightest bit as it entered her and gave a small gasp, then lay still again.

      The nurse stripped the glove off, washed her hands, and left us alone in the room. "This is SO embarrassing," Tracy said.

      "Well, maybe you will want to train then so that you won't ever have to do it again," I told her.

      "Okay, okay, I get the picture," she said, looking vastly uncomfortable.

      The doctor came into the room then, took one look at Tracy, and asked to speak to me in the hall for a minute. "She IS 18, isn't she?" Dr. Lee asked. "She looks really young dressed that way and all."

      "No - she isn't 18." I said. Dr. Lee's eyes widened before I finished out, "...she's 19."

      "Cute. Another one like that and I'll make you go through what she is going through next," Dr. Lee threatened.

      "Yeah, yeah. You've been trying to get me naked for years," I teased back.

      We went back in and Dr. Lee removed the thermometer. "Well, Tracy, how are we today?" The doctor made some small talk like you would talk to a child as she checked Tracy's ears, eyes, nose, throat, and reflexes. She also checked Tracy's medical history to see whether anything needed to be checked there.

      "And how are we doing with potty training?" she asked, pulling Tracy's training panties and waterproof cover back up. I noted with humor how well it worked out - Dr. Lee playing along with a joke and Tracy thinking the doctor knew she really was potty training!

      "Umm...not so good I guess," she said shamefully.

      "Ooh, well all little girls have accidents at first," Dr. Lee told her, as she pulled her jumper down. "You just have to keep trying. Once you get out of diapers we won't have to worry about me needing to treat you for diaper rash."

      After the doctor finished her exam, we started back out through the way we came in. "I can't believe you did that!" Tracy said, obviously still embarrassed about her ordeal. I smiled. Maybe one day I would tell her that Dr. Lee never really knew, but not today.

      When we went into the waiting room it was no longer empty. Several mothers were in there and 5 children of various ages, all under 10. Tracy had to step carefully over two that were playing in the center of the floor, and the little girl happened to look up just as she did. As we left the building we could hear the girl plaintively ask, "Mommy, why was that big girl wearing diapers? I thought you said all big girls use the potty."

      "Maybe she is still having accidents, like you," her mother told her. I think that little girl was almost as embarrassed as Tracy. Almost.

Chapter 6

      "I don't suppose I should get my hopes up that you are done embarrassing me today?" Tracy said, once we were back in the car.

      Inwardly I smiled. "Me, embarrass you? Now just how is that? You got yourself into having to wear diapers and be repotty trained, and you are the little girl having all the potty accidents. We wouldn't have to do any of this if it wasn't for that."

      Tracy stuck her tongue out at me when she thought I wasn't looking, then sat and pouted for a few minutes. Finally, though, she said, "I know." After a few more minutes she ventured, "So where are you taking me next? Nursery school?"

     "Nursery School?"  Hmmm...hadn't thought of that. My eyebrows raised as I considered it.

      "Daddy! I wasn't serious!" Tracy cried. She squirmed a little in her seat. "I hafta go potty," she said.

      I was surprised. It was one of the few times she actually caught it. Maybe the plan was going to work. "Okay. We are almost there. Can you hold it?"

      "How long?" she asked.

      "Maybe ten minutes."

      "TEN MINUTES?" She sounded like that might as well be eternity. I found a gas station and we pulled in, and thankfully it was one that one person bathrooms. I slipped into the Ladies Room (usually they are cleaner) with her and tugged her plastic panties and training panties down. She was still dry, and was able to go in the potty.

      "What a good girl!" I praised her. She blushed a bit, but looked happy as I pulled her training panties back into place, and tugged the plastic cover back over them.

      "Told you I didn't need that," she said about the cover.

      "The day isn't over yet," I said.

      "Where ARE we going now?" she asked me as we both washed our hands.

      "Shopping," I said easily.

      "Oh!" Tracy liked shopping. Then she thought about it. "Umm - what KIND of shopping?"

      "You'll see." We dried our hands. Tracy looked a bit apprehensive now, and kept that look all the way to the mall. Once there we went to Sears, and straight to the baby section. Of course I made Tracy carry the diaper bag along.

      "The baby section? I knew it. What are we going to get here?" she fretted. I waited until a young salesgirl came up to us.

      "Is there anything I can help you find?" she asked.

      "Well, I need to find some cloth diapers and plastic pants for my daughter. She's having a lot of accidents at night and we decided she should wear diapers for awhile," I said. If I hadn't been holding her hand, Tracy probably would have passed out right then.

     The salesgirl was surprised, and it took her a minute to recover. "Oh! Umm...umm...well, she's a little older...er...bigger than most babies...umm...I mean children that wear diapers."

      Older than most? I had fight to keep the smile off my face. She didn't know the half of it. I had dressed Tracy this morning to look like she was about eleven; no one would know that in reality she was really nineteen.

      The salesgirl was really fighting to recover. "We probably don't have any plastic pants that will fit her. I'd say you should go look in a drugstore maybe for that. Or you could get those things they sell now for children who wet the bed...Goodnights? They would probably fit her. We do sell some cloth diapers that could probably fit - they are Gerbers flat diapers, and we also sell waterproof mattress covers in the bedding section."

      "Oh, that's okay. Her crib already has a waterproof mattress." Tracy really looked like she wanted to die after I said that. I decided that was enough and the salesgirl found us a package of the cloth diapers, which I bought and slipped into the diaper bag. Can never have too many diapers.

Chapter 7

      "Okay. You can't POSSIBLY embarrass me more than that," Tracy complained as we went into the mall and began looking for other stores.

      "Is that a challenge?"

      "Ack! No!" she relented. I bought a large coke for her at the food court, and I did put it in her sippy cup. She pouted, but accepted it and drank it anyway. A few people stared, but most didn't even seem to notice. We walked around until she was finished, then went to The Limited Too.

      Tracy is small enough that some of the clothes there will fit her. However, I purposefully found some skirts that I knew would be too short and show what she was wearing underneath. I thought about asking a salesgirl there to help Tracy in the dressing room, but decided against it. I sent her with the skirts into the dressing room.

      The first one she came out in was really quite sexy. It was the longest, with a conservative ruffle and pleats. I knew it was longer and only put it in with them because I liked it. It fit her very well.

      Next she came out in a black mini skirt I had picked out. It actually would have been okay if she had not kept tugging on it, afraid that it was showing something. That really only drew attention to it. I sent her back in for the clincher.

      She did not even want to come out in it. She came back out in her regular clothes and told me it didn't fit, but I sent her back in, telling her she would have to let me be the judge of that. She stayed as close to the dressing room as I would let her after coming out dressed in it. Actually it was very cute - it was a short denim skirt and the bottom of her plastic panties was quite visible below the hem. If she bent over in that, it would show the ruffle on her panties.

      She paid for it in humility, I guess, but she did at least come out of there with two new outfits - the first was just too nice on her to pass up, and the denim skirt was just too cute to pass up.

      As we walked into the mall I lifted her jumper just a bit and felt her training panties right in the middle of the mall. “Daddy!” she yelped. A few passer-bys stared and a few teenagers nearby giggled.

      “Just checking,” I assured her. “Still dry!”

      “I coulda told you,” Tracy complained.

      “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be half as much fun!” I pulled her jumper back down and patted her bottom before we went on.

Chapter 8

      I noticed that what I was waiting for was in fact going to happen. Tracy had been in diapers for so long that she could not wait for long periods of time before having to use a potty (much like a real toddler), and she had not gone since the gas station before we started shopping. To make matters worse, she had had the large coke and then was changing clothes while trying on things in The Limited Too, and the fact that we now were sitting in the mall by the fountains was not helping her either.

      She was wiggling around, swinging her feet, and other signs were present proving she had to go potty, by it did not even seem to occur to her that she had to go. Not having to think about it for so long had made her unaware of the signs. I just waited for nature to take its course.

      I did not have to wait long. After only a few minutes of this, Tracy’s eyes suddenly went very wide and she gave a small involuntary gasp. She may not have been aware of having to go, but she was certainly aware of the feeling of wet training panties. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.

      “Umm…nothing! Nothing at all…” she said, trying to act casual. She has stopped squirming.

      “Did you wet yourself?” I asked.

      “N…” Tracy was going to deny it, but realized how dumb that would be. Obviously I would find out sooner or later, and she knew the punishment would not be something she liked if she lied to me. I punish that the same way as I punish bad words – I dip her pacifier in liquid soap and make her sit in the corner sucking on it for five minutes. Once she had used a string of words, and I filled a baby bottle with soapy water and made her suck out mouthfuls of it and spit it out.

      Thinking better about lying, she looked down at her feet and nodded. Right in the middle of the mall, I lifted the hem of her skirt to survey the damage. “Look at this,” I said. “Wetting your panties like this! Who wets themselves like this, Tracy?”

      “Babies…” Tracy said, tears filling her eyes. The tears always make me feel bad, but I knew this would eventually help her.

      “Do babies wear panties?” I asked her. Some people in the mall were now watching, most of them trying to pretend they weren’t.

      “N...no,” she said.

      “What do babies wear, Tracy. What should YOU be wearing?”

      “Diapers!” Tracy said, starting to cry. “I’m sorry Daddyyy!” I allowed a hug, rubbing her back for a moment, but knew what still had to be done. She did too. I took her by the hand and led her to the car…

Chapter 9

      Tracy held my hand and waddled out to the car. I could tell she hated the feeling of the wet panties and I wondered if she was now wishing she had just decided to go along with diapers for the day.

      She ventured a question as I led her. “Do I HAFTA wear these all the way home?” It was half a whine, which I do not like my Baby Girls to do (just ask Elizabeth sometime), but I knew it sounded mostly that way because she was still on the verge of crying.

      “No. We aren’t going home yet,” I told her.

      “We aren’t? Why are we out here then?” she asked.

      “I’m going to change your panties and put a diaper on you,” I told her.

      “HERE??? In the parking lot?” Tracy looked around wildly.

      We had reached the car. “Of course, here. Babies don’t care where they get their diapers changed, and we have to take care of this right now!” I said sternly.

      Tracy watched in shock as I opened the hatch back on my car, and folded down the back seat. This actually made a perfect changing area for her. I took the change pad from the diaper bag and spread it out.  Then I sat down on the back of the car. “What happens to you when you have potty accidents?” I asked her. “What did I tell you you would get if you wet those, just this morning?”

      Tracy was now absolutely horrified. She liked spanking, but not like this! “You’re gonna …s…spank me?? HERE???” she cried.

      “That’s right. We have to take care of this right now,” I said. “Remember, you yourself told me that’s how you potty train little girls when I said you would be spanked for accidents.”

      “But not HERE,” Tracy said. It sounded dangerously like a whine again.

      “No more stalling,” I said, pulling her by the wrist until she went down over my knees. Right there in the parking lot, I pulled the hem of her jumper up and began spanking her fast and hard on her bottom and thighs. I had to wonder what it felt like when she was being spanked on the back of her wet training panties.

      Tracy had begun crying even before the first spank, and was freely crying now. I was not sure if it was more from the spanking, or because of why she was getting spanked, or because of where she was getting spanked, or a combination. Not too many people had seen it, but I am sure Tracy was not aware of how few were really seeing it all – it was the vulnerability of the whole thing that was getting through to her. Which was, of course, why I was doing it.

      I tugged the panties down in the back and delivered the last 10 spanks to her bare bottom, causing her to emit high pitched squeaks with each one, and kick her legs wildly. With that I was done, and I quickly stood and placed her on her back on the changing pad. I did not wish to expose her too much publicly, and end up getting questioned or maybe even arrested. She may be naked from the waist down in the car while I diaper her, but at least she is still less exposed than she is while bent over my knee being spanked.

      I removed her training panties and waterproof panties and placed them in the zippered waterproof pocket that was made for such things in the diaper bag, then wiped her down with baby wipes. She continued to cry as I powdered her, and finally lifted her to put the diaper under her. I pulled it up through then and taped it tightly. I had purposefully filled the diaper bag with only the thickest diapers we had – Abena – so I knew she would be aware of her diaper the rest of the day.

      I finished up and she sat up, and then did something I never expected. She jumped forward into my arms in a hug so forceful it almost knocked me over. “Thank you Daddy. I love you,” she whispered in my ear.

Epilogue:

      A few months later found me in a mall again, this time with two of my baby girls. I had just rented a stroller, and Tracy was helping Elizabeth into it. Elizabeth’s Pampers crinkled loudly as she sat down, and I resisted the urge to let her know they were now on display by the way she was sitting when Tracy fastened her into the stroller.

      “I’m glad you convinced her to wear diapers today,” I said to Tracy.

      “Well – I figured one girl in training panties would be plenty for you to handle,” Tracy said coyly, patting her bottom so I could hear the plastic rustle underneath.

      “I thought you were trained now,” I said. “Are we having a relapse?”

      “Not really,” Tracy said, then with the same mischievous look she went on, “But you never know. I might!”

      I hope Elizabeth decides to stay in diapers. Potty training is an awful lot of work.

THE END