A little snippet about a diabolical device, written just for the “fun” of the idea and with no serious intentions at all. Now, if someone would wish to play Jenny, this could become even more fun!
Chris looked once again at the new devilish toilet that his wife Jenny had brought. In order to use it, you had to get your trousers and slips down to the ankles, then sit literally inside the toilet and allow the automatic locking bar to come down and press on your lower belly. Once everything was in place, you could pee. If you did before, it would count as an accident and the stupid toilet would stick a sad face on your potty chart. Once the bar was down, however, it would not come up until the system did not detect your release. Then, you had to wait an extra minute after your last drop, to make sure you were really done.
He still could not believe that he had agreed to it. He thought once again at the conversation they had a week ago. After discussing the affordability of the price, that unfortunately was much lower that what Chris expected because there was some sort of government funding to promote it, Jenny had insisted that all the other parents in the neighborhood were getting it.
“It will speed up Carol’s potty training a lot. They already use this sort of things in most kindergartens and they say it really helps if parents keep a consistent method also at home.” Jenny had assessed. “Carol will benefit in seeing that her parents use her same “big kid potty”. By the way, it will also help to keep things well sanitized and clean. With this, certain big kids with bad aim will be forced to sit down and therefore no more puddles will be left around.” Jenny sometimes liked to tease him, even if he always made sure to leave the toilet spotless.
He had refused to take the bait. “Look, it also has a function that will check panties and detect accidents,” he had commented. “It will surely help with certain big girls that, for a phew days every month, do tend to stain their panties.” It was her turn to blush, but he also got a rather strong fist in the shoulder as toll for his ill humor.
Chris undid his trousers and then lowered his clothing, feeling silly one more time. The seat was much lower than the one of a normal toilet, so even little kids could use it with no problems. In fact, Chris felt really little once he sat down there. The robotic arm came out from the front of the special toilet and inspected the briefs for evidence of accidents. “Good job, Chris!” a luscious girly voice congratulated him, “another sunny face for your potty chart today! Now let’s try to go tinkle!” The toilet machine noticed Chris semi-erection and immediately took corrective measures: the front shield was raised and arched up to make sure to catch all the pee pee. Then, machine’s front bar came down to gently pressed on Chris’ bladder and some rather cold water was sprayed on his privates. It took just a couple of seconds for Chris to relax and pee. All the coaxing was surely embarrassing, but also sort of soothing. There was something kinky in being trapped in a potty training machine for little kids, with the front bar in place making sure he could not reach his penis with his hands for the whole duration of the process.
The “potty success” fanfare began to play. It was horribly loud. Jenny explained that it had to be loud so to allow Carol to hear when her parents did use the potty. Chris suspected that also his neighbors could hear it, through the thin walls that separated their apartments.
A moist soft cloth was gently brushed and then pressed on his penis, to catch any last drop that might be left there. A similar device explored his anus crevice, wiping him much better than he could manage by himself. Kindergarten experts explained that “wiping” and “wash your hands” phases were not necessary anymore. That made potty training much more easy for kids and guaranteed a much higher success rate.
Once finished and wearing again adult clothing, Kris looked up at the potty charts for Carol, Jenny and him. While Carol’s one was still abundantly spotted with frowned faces, his and Jenny’s ones were showing only sunny smiles. Kris wondered who would be the first one to be shamed with an accident…
PS: try to search “luscious” on Google images and see what comes out… Before you do it, be sure no one is behind you