Un-Pottytraining: Chapter 1 (sample story)

"Five...." It would all begin very soon. Theo exhaled slowly and gently, relaxing his mind and his muscles, keeping his attention fixed on Mommy's voice.

"Four...." Another deep breath. This one felt twice as long as the last. Though his eyes were shut, Theo felt as though he could see his breath dance and shimmer before his eyes as it flowed placidly from his lungs and met still air of the study like a water from a cool mountain stream running into a lake.

"Three..." Now the world around Theo began to melt away. His eyes were still shut, but he could feel the objects in the room fading out of existence one by one--the desk in the corner, the lamp beside it, Mommy and her armchair, the coffee table in front of them.

"Two...." Now the couch Theo was lying was beginning to disappear, and soon he felt as if he were floating aimlessly in some type of nebulous void. Strangely, though, he felt completely at ease, content and as comfortable as ever as he drifted through the empty space.

After several seconds, Mommy's voice echoed through the void: "When I get to one, you will no longer be 25. You will be Mommy's little Theo, who just turned four but is still struggling to transition out of diapers. You leave your adult personality behind and assume your younger identity completely, staying fully in character until Mommy says the magic word. If this is not what you want, say so now."

Theo had been apprehensive before the session began, but now, fully relaxed and deep in trance, his worries had disappeared. He remained silent, patiently waiting for Mommy to complete her countdown.

"One." Suddenly, Theo felt himself falling upward. The void that had surrounded him mere moments ago had all but disappeared beneath him as he careened back toward reality. Faster and faster he went until, just as it felt like he was beginning to lose control, his eyes snapped open.

There he was, still reclined on the couch in the study, wearing the same Cars t-shirt and denim shorts he had been dressed in earlier. He sat up slightly and blinked, attempting to get his bearings. He knew where he was, but he couldn't quite remember why he was there or what he had been doing. He turned his head to the right and saw Mommy, sitting in her chair on the opposite side of the coffee table, eyeing him expectantly.

Theo's eyes lit up and a toothy smile spread across his face. "Mommy!" He exclaimed, his voice taking on a higher pitch than usual. He forgot trying to figure out what had just happened. Mommy was there, so everything must be alright.

As he attempted to push himself to his feet and run to her, he noticed that he felt strange. He put his feet on the floor, stood up, and froze when he heard the faint trickle coming from below him. He looked down and saw that the crotch of his shorts was thoroughly soaked and dripping into a growing puddle on the floor between his feet. He had peed his pants. No... he was peeing his pants. Right now. It was still happening. His face flushed red as he looked over at mommy sheepishly. Her look of uncertainty had changed to one of satisfaction. Theo wished she would look away, but her eyes remained fixed on him as he let his bladder finish emptying itself. Theo remained frozen even after the last drops of pee made their way out, not knowing what he should do.

"Oh darn! Just when I thought you were done having accidents." Now that she could see the hypnosis had worked, Mommy quickly jumped into her new role. She knew she had to work quickly to establish the narrative and reinforce Cody's new headspace or else risk him snapping out of it.

"I'm sowwy Mommy! I didn't mean to!" Cody apologized, his lower lip quivering.

Mommy had to fight the urge to break character and laugh. He's even talking like a four-year-old! This worked even better than I expected.

"It's okay Theo," she said reassuringly, but with a hint of annoyance. "You know the drill. Stay right there, and I'll go get some towels."

With that, Mommy strode briskly out of the room, leaving Theo standing over the puddle he'd made, still frozen, not wanting to drip anywhere else. Mommy's words echoed in his mind: Just when I thought you were done having accidents. He was still a bit confused, but he was starting to put things together. He was Theo. He was four. Mommy said he was too big for diapers. Mommy said he had to wear underwear and use the potty now, like a big boy. He liked being a big boy, but sometimes his brain would forget he wasn't in diapers anymore. That's when he would have accidents. One by one, the various bullet points of Mommy's hypnosis session started to become part of Theo's new reality. Of course, none of it was actually real, but in Theo's altered state of mind it might as well have been.

After half a minute or so, Mommy returned to the study with a sponge, a bucket, and some towels. She knelt beside Theo and used one of the towels to mop up the puddle of urine between Theo's feet.

"Okay bud, take off your shorts please," she directed once the floor was dry again.

Theo obeyed, removing the shorts and the adult-sized, race-car-themed undies he had on under them. Once they were off, Mommy bundled them up and placed them in the bucket along with the urine-soaked towel. She then gently wiped Theo's nether regions with a dry towel and told him to sit down on the couch. Again he obeyed. With Theo out of the way, Mommy began scrubbing the area where the puddle had been with the soapy sponge.

"Oh Theo, honey, what am I gonna do with you?" Mommy chided as she laboriously disinfected the floor. "You're four. The accidents have got to stop one of these days. At this point it might be easier just to put you back in diapers."

"Noooo!" Theo whined, bringing his knees up to his face and hugging his legs.

"Oh come now. You know what? You might not realize it, but I think you secretly miss your diapers. Why else would you have all these accidents?" Mommy needled.

Theo's face reddened again. What if she's right? Diapers were a lot less stressful than potty training. And they were vastly more comfortable than underwear. So comfy! The thought of being back in diapers, once again feeling the soft, thick padding around his nether regions, gave Theo a warm, fuzzy feeling in his tummy. But just as quickly as the feeling came on, it was shoved aside.

"Nuh-uh!" he replied to Mommy, trying not to let his face betray his inner thoughts. "Diapers are for babies!"

Yeah, you're a big boy now Theo. You don't need diapers anymore, he thought, sinking into denial. After all the potty training, all the excitement about growing up, the idea of being put back into diapers was, at this point, far more humiliating than it was enticing for Theo.

"Don't worry hun, I'm only kidding," Mommy responded in a calming tone. "All boys your age have accidents sometimes. Just remember, if you feel like you need to go potty, go find the bathroom right away next time, okay?

"Okay Mommy, I pwomise," Theo said shyly.

"Good! Now go grab another pair of shorts from your room," Mommy ordered as she finished cleaning the floor and picked up the bucket of soiled laundry.

Theo did as he was told, popping off the couch and dashing out of the study, evidently not concerned that he was completely naked from the waist down.

Mommy chuckled to herself. The new induction had worked splendidly. Hypnosis had always worked effectively on Theo, but in her 15 years of practice she had never seen a subject take to it as strongly as Theo had today. After all the research, preparation, and weeks of pre-sessions with Theo, her work was finally paying off.

While Mommy exited the study and made for the laundry room, Theo reached the end of the long hallway that led to his bedroom and pushed open the door. It looked almost entirely different than it had when he woke up that morning. In place of the queen bed he'd slept on the previous night sat a small twin bed set with a royal blue wooden headboard and drawers beneath the frame. The mattress was wrapped with a crinkly plastic liner to protect against nighttime accidents, and the sheets were brightly colored and dinosaur-themed. At the foot of the bed was a large, wooden toy box of the same royal blue color with Theo's name stenciled on the top in a playful font. Next to it sat a large city-themed play rug complete with cartoon depictions roadways, parks, and buildings. The ceiling above the bed was covered in fluorescent glow-in-the-dark moon and stars stickers, and the walls were littered with various posters and decals themed after things four-year-old boys tend to find interesting, such as superheroes, cars, dinosaurs, and the like. All in all, it looked like any young boy's room. Mommy had worked hard to make it so while Theo went about his pre-induction meditations that morning.

Despite all the changes, however, Theo barely seemed to notice as he strode over to his dresser and slid open the top drawer. The adult boxers and briefs that had been there before had been replaced with a collection of oversized kids' underwear like the ones he had wet earlier. Unfazed, Theo picked out a new pair and slipped them on. He then opened next drawer down, where he had been keeping his shorts. Gone were the Chinos and Levis he'd brought with him to Mommy's house. In their place were 10-15 new pairs, some with childish patterns and themes, others more plain but still somehow possessing a quality and feel similar to real kids' shorts. Once again, Theo proceeded as if nothing were new, settling on a comfortable-looking pair of khakis with a red elastic waistband and pulling them on over his undies. Dry, dressed, and comfortable again, he turned and headed for his toy box. He lifted open the lid and took a quick mental inventory of its contents: several boxes of Legos, two Hot Wheels race sets, a bag of Marvel action figures, a robotic toy puppy, and a collection of stuffed animals, just to name a few. Theo again showed no hint of surprise even though he had never seen the toy box or any of the items in it that until that moment. Mommy's hypnosis caused him to pay no attention to the fact that his environment had changed completely. Similar to the way she had put Theo under the impression that he'd spent the last couple months potty training, Mommy had essentially instilled in Theo's mind the illusion that his new room, clothes, and toys were familiar aspects of everyday life for him. This allowed Theo to transition more seamlessly back to childhood. Mommy, experienced psychologist and hypnotist that she was, had worked with many ageplayers over the years, and she had found that regression came more naturally when she was able to get her subjects to ignore the fact that they had just recently been adults and embrace the elements of their new lifestyle as if they were ordinary.

The tactic had worked to perfection on Theo. He plucked one of the cases of Hot Wheels from the toy box, sat down on the play rug, and began to sorting through the diverse array of small cars and trucks as if he'd done so a thousand times. Minutes later, with dozens of the tiny vehicles strewn about the floor, Theo was back at the toy box reaching in to grab the second set. Mommy watched it all unfold from the kitchen using the nanny cam she had installed in Theo's room a few hours prior. She was pleased. Theo seemed to be enjoying his playtime, and more importantly the hypnosis was showing no signs of erosion. In some subjects, a degree of boredom or confusion would set in after the initial surge of regression that immediately followed the final induction. They were, after all, still adults, and the routines of a young child often didn't provide the type of stimulation the adult brain needed. Theo, however, seemed to be slipping deeper into his regressed state with each passing minute. As time wore on, he continued to play cheerfully and enthusiastically, his mind fully focused on his toys. Mommy smiled warmly. As silly as the image of a grown man dressed in children's clothes and behaving like a four-year-old was, there was something endearing about it too. She knew from her conversations with Theo over the last few weeks that this week-long foray into early childhood was more than just an ageplay-related fantasy for him. He, like many of her other subjects, was due for an escape from the stresses of adult life and needed a safe, healthy way to explore and embrace his inner child.

Mommy glanced at the clock. 5:00 already? It was almost time to start preparing dinner. She would have loved to go drop in on Theo, but she knew he needed time and space keep playing and let the regression continue to take hold. She would wait to intervene again until it was fully necessary, either when it was time for Theo to eat or when he had his next accident, which would most likely happen at some point before bedtime. One way or another, opportunities would come.

And come they did. An hour and a half or so later, just as Mommy was putting the finishing touches on the spaghetti dish she had planned for that night, she pulled out her phone to check the nanny cam. She found Theo standing beside his toy box, frozen in place the same way he'd been in the study earlier, a visible dark spot forming on the carpet beneath him. Perfect timing, Mommy thought as she set the oven to warm and slid the tray of spaghetti inside.

Meanwhile, Theo stood helpless as the urine gushed into his shorts and streamed down his legs to the floor, once again befuddled by his inability to control his bladder. He hadn't even noticed the urge to pee. One minute he was happily searching for another toy to pull from the toy box, and the next he was wetting his pants again. Not again! he lamented internally. Not so long ago he had been able to tell when it was time to use the potty, but it was growing increasingly difficult to remember how he'd managed that. Maybe I should still be in diapers like Mommy said, he thought to himself as the last few drops of pee trickled down to his feet. Again he found himself relishing the thought. He missed the cute patterns and designs each diaper had, the crinkle they made with each movement, the pillowy bulkiness between his legs, not having to worry about accidents or potty training....

"Theo?"

Mommy's voice snapped Theo out of his reveries. He turned around to find her standing in the doorway.

"I... I..." he stammered.

"Looks like you had another accident," Mommy said coolly.

"I... I was gonna go to the potty, but I forgot...." Theo said quietly, hoping Mommy would buy the idea that he at least had some control.

"Sure, buddy," Mommy replied with a look of pity in her eyes. She walked over to him reached out her hand. "Let's get you cleaned up again."

Theo took her hand and followed her to the bathroom. She had him stand in the bathtub while she removed his shorts and underwear and hung them on one of the shower hooks. She then grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet opposite the tub and took a moment to dampen it under the bath spigot before carefully wiping Theo's legs and groin area.

"Okay, all clean!" Mommy said with a smile once she was finished. "Now wait here a moment. I'll be right back."

Mommy returned shortly after she left, but not with a new pair of underwear like Theo expected. Instead, she was carrying one of his overnight pull-ups along with a new pair of shorts.

"It's not bedtime yet Mommy," Theo said with a confused look when he saw the pull-up.

Smiling at Theo's naivety, Mommy knelt beside the tub.

"Look, Theo," she said gently. "This was your second accident today, so I think it would be best if you start wearing your pull-ups during the daytime too, just for now. You can still use the potty, but this way it'll be easier to clean up if you... forget."

Theo's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and his brown eyes moistened slightly.

"But... big kids are supposed to wear underwear. That's what you said," he whimpered.

"I know I said that, but you can still be a big boy and wear pull-ups." Mommy countered. "It's just until you get a little better at using the potty. Plenty of boys your age need a little extra protection."

"But I don't wanna!" Theo groaned, starting to grow agitated.

"Theo," Mommy said, growing stern. "You know the rules. Do what Mommy says. If she wants you to wear pull-ups, you have to wear them. It's for your own good. The other option would be to go back to diapers, and we both know you don't want that, right?

As mommy finished the last sentence, she gave Theo a probing look that caused his cheeks to darken even further. He looked down at his feet, abashed. All he had to do was say the word and Mommy would have him back in diapers by bedtime. It was what he wanted, but he was too embarrassed to admit it to himself, much less Mommy.

"If I make it to the potty enough times, can I wear my underwear again?" he asked timidly, still avoiding eye contact with Mommy.

"Absolutely!" Mommy replied, her grin returning. Now put these on and lets go eat, shall we? I made spaghetti!"

"Yummy!" Theo exclaimed, cheering up a little.

He grabbed the pull-up from Mommy's hand and slid it on, then did the same with the new pair of shorts. Once he was fully dressed again he strolled out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen, leaving his apprehensions about potty training behind to be dealt with at a later time.