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Adam & Frank Part I: Stormy Weather Ahead

By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter)

"Hey, Frank, check out this funny calendar I got at the store!"

"What is that? A potty chart?"

"Yeah, I thought it would be perfect for your room."

"Hey, c'mon, man. that's not funny."

"Oh, c'mon, it'll be cute!"

"Do NOT put that thing up man."

"Okayyyy!"

"I see you walking toward the bedroom! If I see that thing up there, I swear..."

The otter shook his head and sighed as the red fox's tail disappeared into his room. His roommate was too much sometimes. Sure, he had had a little trouble staying dry at night the last few weeks, but it wasn't like he *needed* diapers at night. He was just trying them out... for... what was it that Adam had said to talk him into wearing diapers at night instead of just washing the sheets like he always did?

Adam yelled out from the other room, which seemed to be his permanent volume level.

"Hey, Frank! This thing is wild! It's got a space for daytime AND nighttime accidents. And STICKERS!!!"

"Hey, I'm cooking here! And aren't you a little old to be that excited about stickers?"

"Oh my gosh, I found the perfect spot for it! I'm gonna try out some of these cool stickers!"

"I thought I told you...gah, you know what never mind," said Frank before giving up and muttering to himself. "I'll just take it down tonight when I go to bed."

"Hehehe...Well, we have to put a storm cloud on last night's spot, since you woke up wet."

"I didn't ask you to check me in the mornings, you know. I can do that myself!"

"Oops... I think I put that in the daytime spot..."

The otter stirred the Spanish rice and did his best to ignore his roommate's antics. Didn't the guy ever hear of Xanax? And why was Adam so good at talking him into things? First Adam got him that infantile fox plush. Then the 'babbling brook' noise machine even though he didn't NEED a noise machine to go to sleep. He still hadn't figured out to shut THAT thing off. Soon after came the _diapers_when he started wetting the bed... wet... wet? The otter looked down.

"I'm wetting?! What the hell..."

The otter ran to the bathroom to try and salvage what he could of his pants and get on the pot, leaving the rice to burn.

"And a storm cloud here. And a storm cloud here. And a storm cloud here... Ooh, let's try out these thunderbolts! ...Hey! What smells good?"

*****

Thirty minutes later, they were both at the kitchen table eating burgers and shakes from Five Geese, and Frank was looking particularly grumpy.

"Hey, don't worry about it. No use crying over burnt rice!" Said the fox, clueless as ever.

"It's not the rice I'm upset about," said the otter, crossing his arms and frowning. "It's... I... oh geez, I can't even say it," moaned the otter, covering his head and scrunching his eyes shut as if it could all just be a bad dream. "How could I wet myself right there in the middle of the kitchen?"

"Oh yeah, dude! That was crazy! I think you better get used to wearing diapers, bud. I don't think you have any control at all!"

"I am NOT going to wear diapers, ADAM," said the otter, swatting at his friend and missing. "You're supposed to tell me it was a freak occurrence, not try to encourage it!"

"I'm just sayin'," said the fox, rolling his eyes as he popped another fry into his mouth. "Trust me, you'll thank me when they get here. And," He looked at the clock on the microwave, "isn't it time for your night diaper, Mr. Otter?"

"What do you mean, 'when they get here?'" he asked, as the fox got up to walk toward the otter's room again. "Hey! You are NOT ordering more diapers for me, Adam!"

"Too late, already ordered 'em after your little accident," said the fox, waving the otter's remarks off with the back of his paw.

His bushy red tail disappeared into the room again, leaving the otter to stew in his own juices. Moments later, he leaned out of the bedroom and waved a thick and crinkly object in his hand. There was no mistaking what it was.

"Get on in here, Frank. You know the drill." The Fox disappeared back into the bedroom.

"I'm not doing that tonight. Not tonight, do you hear?" the otter called back. "I can put it on myself when I want to."

"I'm_waiting_, Frank. We do this every night, Frank. You remember what happened last time you tried to put on your own diapers, Frank. And if you leak again, I'm going to start putting you in double diapers, Frank!"

"Fffine!" the otter said, exasperated, before adding, "...I'll come after I finish my burger."

"I'm counting to five, Frank."

"Alright! Alright! ...Sheesh."

The otter shrugged his hoodie up and gave a sheepish look to no one in particular, before he scurried off after the fox.

*****

Lying in his bed later that night, the otter looked down at the puffy padding between his legs.

"Maybe Adam is right about the nighttime diapers... but why did he have to get these ones with the cutesy designs?"

Giggling baby llamas graced the front of his diaper. It was admittedly adorable, though it was hard to appreciate just how much when he was the one wearing them. He shifted in the bed which elicited a loud crinkle. He tried to close his legs and he failed. He sighed, then he looked up at the calendar, and all of the stupid rain clouds and thunder bolts his roommate had stuck on it.

He tried to pull it off the wall, but it was nailed in tight and wouldn't tear. He would have to get a hammer. In a fit of frustration, he tried to at least remove the stickers, if just out of spite, but those were also stuck tight. Finally he just huffed and lay back in bed, trying to ignore it. But there it was taunting him. He looked back up at the calendar above his bed and hugged his little fox plush.

"Looks like rainy weather for the week," he grumbled, before turning off the light and drifting off to the sound of running water.

*****

That morning, the otter awoke to Adam checking his diaper.

"Wakey, wakey, otter pop! Oh my, somebody's extra soggy today, and, uh oh! ...what's that smell?"

The bleary-eyed Frank did his best to fend off his irritatingly sunny companion but sat bolt upright when the smell hit him. He instantly regretted it.

"Ewww...." he said, cringing, and looking over to his fox friend for help.

For once, the fox did not have a clever comeback for him.

"I'll... um... I'll start the shower," he said in a quiet voice, and padded off to the bathroom, leaving Frank to stare in disbelief at the garment between his legs.

Frank looked up to the calendar, which showed storm clouds with rain and a lightning bolt. Clearly it was meant to signify a wet and messy night. He looked at the forecast for the rest of the week and shuddered. He hoped this was not a sign of things to come.

Padding out of the shower, he found the fox back in the bedroom. Adam seemed to have found his footing because his sunny demeanor had returned, unfortunately.

"Hey, there, stinker, cheer up. You're just in time for your first daytime diaper! Okay, which do you want, llamas, or puppies? Ooh, I know... dinosaurs!" he said, with a conspiratorial grin, as if he might convince the otter that _these_diapers were 'cool'.

"How about none of the above? Is that an option?" the otter asked, hopefully.

"Haha, that's a good one Frank. Dinosaurs it is." Sensing the otter's continued defiance, he put his hands on his hips. "Now you know we don't want to risk a repeat of what happened yesterday, do we, Frank?"

"Great. Now comes the lecture."

"This is serious, kiddo. We gotta keep you padded 'til we figure this out. Nobody has to know, it's just you and me here. Now just come here and lay on the bed." The fox spoke as if coaxing a nervous pet into a new home as he patted the changing matt.

"If it'll end this terrible ordeal, then fine. I'll wear the diaper."

The otter flopped down on the bed, knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this one, or be given the dignity of putting it on himself.

"Well I can't guarantee that, but at least it'll keep you safe, kiddo."

"I was talking about having to listen to your annoying voice," Frank retorted. He quickly looked away to avoid witnessing what was happening to him.

"Haha, good one, Frank. What would you do without me?"

"Enjoy some peace and quiet for once?"

"You should be more thankful," said the fox, bringing the diaper up between the otter's legs. "Your roommate is willing to help you like this without any thanks or compensation. Just out of the goodness of his heart. I even bought your diapers, and here you are throwing snide comments. If I didn't know you were joking, I might be really hurt!"

"Save it for the screen, drama queen. I'll show you what hurt really looks li- heyyyy, not so tight! Oof!"

The otter winced as the fox gave a particularly firm pat to the front of his diaper.

"All done, and ready to take on the day! I trust you can dress yourself?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, yes, yes. Now get out of here and let me get dressed in peace!"

The otter shooed the fox out of the room, practically pushing his roommate out the door. Alone in his room, he leaned back against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He loved his friend to bits, but he could be exhausting sometimes. All the time. His gaze fell to the calendar on the wall, and he set his resolve. He was going to get rid of that stupid calendar. If nothing else, he could at least do that!

Again he tried to tear it off the wall with little success. Then he tried to pry the nail off, and finally in a fit of rage he set his feet against the wall, literally standing sideways as he pushed at the wall with his feet. No matter what he did, the calendar wouldn't budge. All that resulted was a very sweaty and out of breath otter panting to catch his breath. What was this thing made of anyway?

"Must... get... hammer..." he gasped between breaths. "Gotta...get...dressed..."

The otter found to his consternation that his diapers were too thick to fit under any of his pants. The only thing in his dresser that managed to squeeze over his thick posterior was a pair of old sweatpants, and they did not leave much to the imagination as the outline of the diaper clearly stood out under the stretchy fabric.

"Maybe it's not that bad..." He thought, checking himself out, twisting this way and that experimentally. The crinkle of the diaper was clearly present under his clothes, louder in fact than normal if that was possible. "It's that bad," he sighed, and looked for something to cover it up.

He quickly threw on a loose shirt and hoodie despite the summer heat and headed out the door.

"Where are ya goin'?" the fox asked from the couch as Frank passed the living room.

"I'm going to the hardware store. And maybe to buy some new clothes to fit over my diapers. This is all I have that fits."

"That's the spirit, buddy! You're gonna have to wear 'em, you might as well adapt! How about I come with ya?"

"No, that's... that's really alright," said the otter, reluctant to let the fox meddle in his plans any more than he had.

"Oh nonsense, you can't drive anyway. You're too short! Let's go shorty. Why do you need to go to the hardware store anyway?"

The fox barraged the otter with questions and comments without waiting for an answer as he grabbed the keys and was out the front door. Frank had to hurry to keep up with him.

*****

"Well, here we are. Posh Kosh!"

"Isn't this a store for babies?"

"Noooo..." said the fox patting the smaller otter on the head. "Well, yes. But they have clothes designed for diaper wearers! And you are wearing a diaper."

"Oh, this is ridiculous," said Frank, as he jumped out of the car and waddled after his companion. "I'll look ridiculous! It'll never fit!"

"Nonsense. We'll just find some clothing for baby rhinos or something. Do try to keep up, little otter, or I'll have to get you a carrier!"

As they stepped inside the gigantic building, they were met with an incredible array of clothing of all sizes and colors. The fox looked positively gleeful as he grabbed a cart and rushed off to look at all the clothes. The otter was afraid to let his companion out of his sight for fear of what he might put in the cart, but he needn't have feared because the fox quickly returned to scoop him up and strap him into the child's seat.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Oh, hush," said the fox. "You would never have been able to keep up with me on those little stubby legs anyway. Especially with the waddle you have going now. Ooh, these oughtta come in handy," he said, noticing a display of pacifiers by the entrance and grabbing a pack of extra-large 'monkey mufflers'.

"This guy has the attention span of a gnat. Hey! You better not put that in the cart! You better take that OUT of the cart! This isn't funny, Adam!"

"Do I look like I'm joking, otter tot? Now hush, or I'll have to test these pacifiers out here and now."

The otter squeaked out a few nonsensical noises and shut his mouth tight. It was embarrassing enough that he was in here in the first place. And sitting in a shopping cart like a toddler, no less. The fox, meanwhile, seemed perfectly comfortable pushing a full-grown otter around in a cart, and picking out baby items and clothes for him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Ooh, look at these onesies! Aren't they just adorable? And they'll keep your diapers nice and snug so that they don't sag down. Trust me, you'll want them." He said, as he held various onesies up against the otter.

"Do I even get a choice in the matter?"

"Of course you do, silly! Elephants or sailor stripes?"

"Ugh. Neither. Let me out, I want to pick my own clothes!"

The otter struggled to get out of the safety-locking crotch straps as the fox just shrugged and tossed both items into the cart. Then Frank noticed they were approaching a sales associate.

"Oh no. No, no no! Please don't talk to her. Please don't-"

"Oh, excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am!" The fox flagged down the pert young cat who looked at them quizzically. "Hi, there, I'm Adam. This is my roommate Frank. Nice to meet you. I know this is a bit unusual but Frank here has been having a little *potty problem*"

He spoke these last words through his teeth and held up a hand to the side of his mouth as if he was whispering, though everyone in sight could definitely hear him.

"He's got to get some clothes that he can wear over his *diapers*. Can you recommend anything that would be good for an active toddler about yea big?"

He held his hands up to the side of the otter, indicating the height of the toddler in question. The otter smacked his forehead. Subtle, he was not.

"Er... ah... yes, actually!" She said. Her expression went from perplexed to thoughtful as her problem-solving mind quickly took over and she rattled off some things that the otter might wear. "The onesies are a must - I see you've got a few but you need at least two weeks' worth in my opinion. That's all you really need around the house. And then you have your active wear such as rompers and shortalls when you're out and about... oh, you know what, just follow me."

The fox and the cat rushed through the store tossing various items into the cart, a whirlwind of energy as their incessantly energetic personalities fed off of each other. By the time they were done, they had collected enough items to stock a small daycare, or perhaps start a clothing store of their own.

*****

"I get that we need the clothing," said Frank, as they made their way back to the car with their haul, "But do we really need all these accessories?"

He held up a pacifier clip with little baby giraffes running across a green leafy background.

"Paci clips... bottles... bibs? A CAR SEAT? Really, Adam?"

"Oh hush, kiddo. It's all part of the fun. Let's make your little problem a fun thing, not something to be sore about. Besides, you didn't have to pay for it, so why are you complaining?"

"Because I don't want to walk around looking like a goofy toddler all day. And did we really have to get these cloth shortalls with the crotch snaps?" he asked, twisting around to try and see his own tail, "They make my diapers so obvious!"

"Oh hush, you look adorable. And there's no point in trying to hide your diapers. It'll just stress you out. Just act normal, and nobody will even notice!"

"Act normal he says. Nobody will notice he says. Did you notice all the stares we were getting when you made me try on the clothes in the middle of the store? You could have at least let me change back after!"

"Oh yeah, I guess there we did get kind of an audience... and I think a few of them were taking pictures too... or they might have been filming... I don't know. Anyway, I threw those old sweatpants out. You won't need any of your old clothes now."

"Wait, wait, hold the phone. They were what?! Recording us? That's it. I've got to leave the state. If this ends up on the news, I swear to god I will end your life before ending mine!"

"As if, little one! You're getting way too worked up over nothing! Now let's test out that car seat."

A few minutes later the fussy otter was strapped into his new car seat which had very effective child safety lock features, as he came to realize very quickly.

"See? Works like a charm. There's no way you can get out on your own. It's just your size too! Now, where were we going next?"

"The hardware store," huffed the defeated otter.

"And just whyyyyy are we going to the hardware store, little one?"

"To get a hammer."

"Hmm, I don't know if you should be playing with hammers, you could hurt yourself."

"Just go to the damn store."

"Okay, kiddo, whatever you say!"

At the hardware store the otter insisted on doing his own shopping this time, but was surprised to find that - dressed as he was - he was quickly picked up by the staff and brought to the lost and found, where he was returned to his 'Daddy'.

"Roommate!" He corrected for the dozenth time as the fox thanked security effusively.

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found my little boy for me."

"You oughtta watch your kid closer, mister. They found him holding a hammer! He coulda hurt himself!"

"I know, I know. It's my bad. I'll watch him much more closely in the future."

He stared at the otter scornfully as he said these last few words causing Frank to feel somehow guilty, even though he'd done nothing wrong. The little otter just looked down at his feet sheepishly as he was led out of the store by the larger fox. Soon, he was back in his car seat while Adam sat up front in the driver's seat.

"I'm gonna have to get you a harness, kiddo. I can't have you running off like that again."

"I'm not a baby, I don't understand why I hafta listen to you!" said Frank, crossing his arms and pouting.

"Well, you sure look like one from where I'm sitting," said the fox. "Look, let's just get you home and we'll talk about it after your nap."

"Nap? Since when do I take naps?"

"Since now, Mr. grumpy pants. You look like you could use one."

"Do not!" The otter said, a big yawn belying his claim of wakefulness.

"Whatever you say. When we get back, you're taking a nap, and we're going to have to get some new furniture for you too."

But the fox needn't have answered to the argumentative otter, because he was already fast asleep.

"We're getting you a crib for sure, little guy. You're just too little to sleep in a... aww. The poor guy's all tuckered out." He drove the rest of the way home in silence.

Adam smiled as he tucked his little boy into bed, and kissed him on the head, giving him his plushie to hug and a pacifier to suckle, which the sleeping otter immediately accepted, his mouth curling into a smile as he snoozed peacefully.

Adam had loved his friend for a long time, and he knew Frank loved him back, but Frank wasn't happy as an adult. Adam always saw the lonely little guy beneath the otter's grumpy exterior and knew he wanted to adopt the cutie as soon as they met. It had taken a lot of patience, but finally here he was. His own little boy happy and safe sleeping in his big boy bed for what would be the last time. The plushie, the noise machine, the calendar, all of it had been leading up to this point.

He smiled as he tapped the calendar, which had a little logo on the bottom right hand corner. That read "Potty Brake Inc.".

"Best money I ever spent," said the fox, and with that he flicked out the light and softly shut the door.