>>14205
>That's hot as all hell, dude. Post more, willya?
Thanks, man. I'll post some more for you.
So my boyfriend and I are really good friends with this couple and their boy. They're older than us (My boyfriend, their boy, and I are in our mid-20s, and they are in their late 30s), so they make good relatively good money. This allows them to have a rather nice house with a great setup of ABDL stuff, which includes an actual potty. They built it themselves. They basically just took the bucket-toilet-seat combo thing that a commode has and added that to a sort of wooden box/chair thing that they built. They painted it and added decals so that it looks super toddlerish. The bucket-toilet-seat thing is removable so that the "contents" can easily be dealt with.
My boyfriend was going on a business trip for a few days and we thought it would be a fun idea for me to go stay at our friend's place during that time. He always calls this "babysitting" and makes a whole show of it. In the days leading up to this he decided to start another potty training session. When he dropped me off at my friend's place he told them that I was trying potty training again, and this made both of them get rather excited for what that entailed.
With my boyfriend I'm not at all embarrassed to ask to use the potty, but there's something about going up to two guys in their late-30s and asking to use the potty that's made me all nervous and embarrassed. It felt like the first couple times I bought diapers when I was younger. So I ended up just using my diapers a lot since I was too embarrassed to ask. I worked up the courage when I had to mess at one point and the experience was profound in how little it made me feel.
Their boy and I were playing video games when I got the urge to mess. I knew my boyfriend would make up some sort of "punishment" if he found out I never put in any effort for potty training, so I decided I might as well get it over with. I went over to them (they were sitting on the couch reading) and I asked them if I could use the potty. They smiled and said of course I could and one of them took me by the hand and led me over to their potty. Now, let me make it clear that this thing isn't in the bathroom or anything; it's just sitting against the wall in their basement living room like it's any other piece of furniture.
One of them opens the snaps on my onesie and notices that I've already wet a few times and asks if I had an accident and missed my chance to use the potty. I, with a rather red face, told him that I "had to make stinkies".
(I'll seperate this into 2 parts for length reasons)