Summary: Small boy learns to cope with potty problems.

LITTLE MAN DONNY BEFORE MOMMY LINDA

	When I was twenty months old my real mommy started to potty train 
me even thought I was so small. She found extremely small Pull-ups for 
me to wear Size 1 but she had to refasten the pull-apart sides to 
adjust them small enough for my small body.
	At first she started to take me to the potty pull down my 
training pants sit me on my potty chair every hour but I was always wet 
so she started doing it every half hour. Soon after she started doing 
that all she had to do was tell me to go sit on my potty I would run to 
the potty to pee into it like a good boy. I was totally potty trained 
by the time of my second birthday.
	For my second birthday mom got me a big boy bed and a booster 
seat to eat at the table with her. Sense I always tried to keep my 
mommy happy I did just what she wanted me to do. I was now potty 
trained going to the potty every half hour peeing so mommy would be 
happy. On my second birthday I learned not to ever poop in my pants. 
Just after my breakfast I let poop go into my pants without thinking. 
When mom found out what I did she got mad. I was taken to my room where 
mom threw me onto my bed put me on a changing pad removed my messy 
Pull-up cleaned up my bottom. When my bottom was nice and clean mom put 
me over her knee and started to spank me so hard and kept spanking 
until I could not stop crying. From that spanking I learned that after 
I ate my meals I should run to the potty to make a poop in the potty 
not my pants so mommy would me happy, it was so much fun keeping mommy 
happy so I would not get another spanking.
	Along with my birthday presents of a big bed and booster seat 
mommy bought me some learn-to-read books and counting books. She 
started to teach me two hours a day at first then three then four hours 
as the days went by my toys started to disappear soon all I had was one 
toy truck. Mom told me toys are for babies that I was a big boy now I 
don�t need toys.
	On my third birthday I got more books and clothes. My room looked 
like an adult�s room, no toys, no pinups on the walls, just a school 
desk to study at. I did not think anything about it. I wanted mommy to 
be proud of me. I was learning fast I was reading at a fifth-grade 
level on my fourth birthday doing high school math. But my potty needs 
were still every half hour or less. I wore small Pull-ups all the time 
now because I thought that is what big boys wore. I never poop in my 
pants but I had wetting accidents when I could not get to the potty 
when we were out to the store or going some where in the car. When I 
turned four I had to start changing my own wet pants in the lady�s room 
with mommy watching. When I turn five I changed in the men�s room by 
myself. Mommy said big boys take care of their own wet pants if they 
still wet their pants.
	I still wet the bed every night. Mom did not mind, she just kept 
telling me to try harder next time. Every night mom would bathe me 
diaper me dress me in my one piece sleeper that zipped up the back. I 
wore size 1-T toddler until I turned seven so the laundry was no that 
much work for mommy. When I learned not to wet my bed she would let me 
dress myself at night. Until then she will diaper me just like a baby 
sense only babies wet their bed.
	At school I was teased all the time about my size. Even in 
kindergarten the kids called me the baby. They did not even know about 
my training pants problem but they still called me the baby. Our 
classroom had a potty at the back of the room, which made it easy for 
me to keep clean and dry. My first grade classroom even had the potty 
so that was no problem for me to keep dry.
	I did my school work separate from the other kids because I was 
so advanced doing sixth grade work in kindergarten. I would help the 
teacher teach the kids when they had problems. The other kids started 
to respect me more as I could help them read do math. My whole 
kindergarten class was doing advanced first grade work by the end of 
the school year.
	I lived across the street from my elementary school so I could go 
home for lunch. That was good because when I started going to second 
grade my potty needs were about the same as when I was two. I would end 
up wetting my training pants two or three times by lunchtime. I had 
only two or three leaks a week but no one saw them so my secret was 
safe. I could go home change so no one but mom would know. I would 
again wet two or three more time from lunch time to when we went home 
at the end of the day.
	When I had to go to Junior High School two blocks down the street 
the same thing happened with my potty problem. Mom was so pleased how 
well I was doing with my school work the fact I took care of my own wet 
pants she would over looked all the wettings. By now I wet every hour 
not every half hour I could go potty with the other kids during class 
changes. When I started ninth grade mom showed me how to diaper myself 
with size 6 Huggies at night she told me my bed wetting was now my 
problem. For the first time in my life I could wear sleepers that 
zipped up the front not the back. I was a real big boy now except for 
the Huggies.
	High School I wore size M Pull-ups to school I was exempt from 
gym class so my secret was still safe. I would have wet pants by the 
time I got home because I had to walk four blocks home. I had only one 
friend, my next door neighbor. He moved in my senior year of high 
school. He was small, too, but not as small as me. He also wet the bed 
just like me we had many sleepovers. We like to go out on the weekends 
with girls to have fun. Timmy was smart but I was doing college class 
work; he was doing 4.1 high school work.
	Tim found out about my daytime potty problem but he kept it a 
secret. He would help run interference when I had an accident. I could 
change my Pull-up while Tim kept the others occupied. We were close 
friends going out on dates with girls together, learning how to hide 
our problems.
	Tim�s mom was more understanding than my mom. She did not get mad 
at mistakes like my mom. If I spilled milk I had to clean it up and 
drink from a baby bottle for a week. If Tim spilled milk he had clean 
it up and that was it. If I spilled food I had to eat in a highchair 
for a week. If Tim spilled food he had to clean it up that is all-- no 
yelling, just clean up the mess. If I whined I had to suck a pacifier. 
If Tim whined his mom would just tell him to stop acting like a little 
boy. Tim�s mom would show him how to cook his food do laundry and house 
work. My mom did not show me anything but school work.
	When I went to college I was glad that Tim and I would be sharing 
and apartment together. I would have starved and had dirty clothes and 
living area with Tim helping me. He showed me how to do the things my 
mom should have shown me. He was my temporary mommy, making sure I was 
clean and fed. He made sure I wore my diapers to bed because he did not 
want the place smelling like pee. He could wear GoodNites because he 
just wet a little and not every night. I was soaked every morning and 
GoodNites leaked but Huggies kept me dry all night.
	I was a follower and Tim was a leader so I usually did what Tim 
told me to do. Even if Tim told me to go to bed early or wear a diaper 
when we would go out. I was a good boy and did not talk back. I was 
about 44� tall Tim was 59� tall and out weighed me by 50 pounds he 
weighed 95 pounds. He never was mean to me we got along so well because 
we like the same things, girls and food.

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