Everything around Tails was bigger as he ran down the hall.
He reached the bathroom door, but the handle was too high. Frantically, he kept jumping and trying to reach the handle.
Soon, he was able to grab it and turn it.
The door opened. Nobody was in the bathroom, but the toilet was ahead. The little stool Sonic used to get up there was already in front of it.
Looking down, Tails briskly tried to remove his diaper. Having been changed by his mother a bunch of times, he had an idea how to get off. After a few seconds, the tapes came loose and he darted for the toilet.
Even with Sonic’s stool, he still had to climb up onto the seat.
He had to remember how his brother did it. He started to strain and wiggle.
“YES! I WENT POTTY!”
Tails opened his eyes to see that he was no longer a little kid sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. He was back in the top bunk in his and Sonic’s bedroom. It was still dark, very early in the morning.
Blushing a little, Tails tried to go back to sleep.
For some reason he was dreaming of the first time he’d ever used the toilet. Back then, he wanted to learn from Sonic; he was, as still was, the most awesome guy he knew. Prior to that, he came into the bathroom with him to see how it was done. During that one brave moment, he accomplished doing his first stinky outside of a diaper.
He wanted to do it, especially since his sister was due in the near future.
Their mother was proud and their father, God bless him, was too.
It felt great to be a big boy.
As he tried to relax, something wasn’t right. Something didn’t feel right.
It wasn’t that he felt guilty or ill. Something felt sticky.
After a second or two, Tails remembered what he was dreaming about. All he could think was “Oh no”.
He flew down from his bunk and made his way to the door. Sonic was face-down in his pillow. The outburst didn’t wake him.
Tails crept into the bathroom and turned on the light.
He dropped his pajama pants and paused for a moment. “Please don’t have anything, please don’t have anything,” he whispered as his briefs came off.
The fox’s heart sank and every follicle of fur felt like it was standing on end when he looked into his underpants. It was something he hadn’t done in eons and it just happened again.
WhatamIgonnadowhatamIgonnadowhatamIgonnadowhatamIgonnado?, he thought frantically. Then it hit him: Cream’s diaper bin!
Fortunately, Cream was still over at Amy’s house, so waking her was impossible. The bin was right next to her changing table and nobody would probably notice.
In went the underwear.
He also borrowed a few baby wipes to clean up, and then it was back to the bathroom to get the rest of his pajamas.
One change of underwear later and it was back to bed.
Climbing back under the blanket, Tails tried to go back to sleep. One question, however, prevented him from doing so: “How could this happen?”