Potty Training Stories Novels & Stories

They nodded. I watch them eat and talk about what they have learned and what happened earlier. “Mommy, I think we will not use it until we enter the academy.” “That’s right! Promise mommy, that you will do that again okay?” They nodded and raise their right hand. I help them take a bath and changes their clothes even they didn’t want to. “Mommy, can you tell us a story?” The golden book suddenly popped up in my head. “Sure, wait for me. Okay?” I went to West’s room. Our room.

An instant later, he demanded, “Why’re you bothering me?” I snorted. “Like I called to talk to a scroatbag like you. Get my sister on the line.” “She’s got more important things to do than talk to a shit stain like you. She’s busy wiping my kid’s ass.” My two-and-a-half-year-old niece Teagan was in the midst of potty training, and she was being a resistant little turd—much like her father—so I asked, “Diaper or toilet?” Ten sighed. “Still diaper. I swear, that kid’s going to shit her pants until she’s thirty.”

I can't imagine this guy dealing with a shit problem, it's so funny. "I told you so," I laugh even harder, Theo just looks at me as I try to stop myself, "And, sadly, there's no way to stop those things from happening, it's something you learn with experience. But just so you know, never leave a child without a diaper unsupervised. The cool air makes them release their sphincters or something. I can't even tell you the amount of times Beau peed on me." "I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one," he says with a smile, "How old were you when you had to completely take care of Beau?"

" Mommy!" After a few attempts, I finally was able to wrestle him into the tiny grey pajamas that had trucks printed on the material, Quincy gifted him a few months ago. He looked down at himself and grinned. " I look cool!" I smiled at him. " You do. Now off to bed mister! Mom has to wake up early tomorrow morning to lead training." Atlas immediately sat up on the bed and looked at me. “No mommy. Story first.” I blinked at him. “Story first?”

Meghan immediately leaned over the back of the seat and said, "Mom, how come you're smiling so much?" Colleen shot me a quick glance, wiggled her eyebrows and replied, "Uncle Bobby told me a funny story." "Goody, tell us the story Uncle Bobby." Colleen watched me with a grin as I struggled to come up with an answer to that one. "I can't. It's a grown up story and little girls aren't allowed to hear it." "OK...Mom, Brittany is going to get a pony and she said we could come to her house and see it, is that all right?"

“How did they get off you, baby?” “I was going potty and I took them off,” she said, as though it was obvious. “Good job,” I said. “Did you go potty by yourself?” She nodded her head. “I can go like a big girl.” “I bet you can. But if you need to go potty again, how about you come find me if you can’t find your daddy, okay?” I smiled. “That way we can make sure your jeans fit right.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

She is really giddy. “Presents?” she asks with her big honey eyes and I chuckle as Ryder makes her breakfast. “After breakfast, you need to get ready first. Then, when everyone is awake, you can have your presents.” I say to her and she laughs, kicking her legs. She is now at the big table as she calls in. Plus, she is now fully potty trained and stays dry both during the day and night. She has done so damn well and I couldn’t be prouder of her.

“I... I mean, we can do that, I suppose. ” “Great!” Millie lifted Hoppy into the air again “Do you know the story of the tortoise and the hare? Mommy told me last night! Hoppy wants to play that! Eat, mommy! Thea, too! Come play!”

I got up at least five times to take her outside, stumbling through the garden in my robe, whispering encouragements like she could understand English. "Good girl… yes, that’s it… oh—no—no, not there—" Still, when she finally curled up against my ankle at dawn, warm and trusting and impossibly soft, I felt something inside me settle. The days that followed blurred together in a strange, comforting rhythm. Puppy-potty training accidents. Chewed chair legs. Tiny paw prints everywhere. Oliver proudly announced to anyone who would listen that he was "Luna’s big brother." I learned, very quickly, that puppies had zero regard for personal space.