Wonder Woman's New Mission Pt. 01

Narrative:

The amazon was truly invested now in making Jaime more than just healthy. She no longer saw caring as a debt she owed, but she now felt almost like his guardian. She wanted him to grow up to be happy and successful. "Grow up" being impossible-- he was already as "grown" as he was going to be at 19. Her next mission was to stop the accidents, as she suspected they were an issue his whole life.

Realizing she had become quite distracted from what was supposed to be a quick "bath time," she finished up and took them both to her room. She quickly threw on a t-shirt and panties--pubes sticking out slightly from either side of the front. She then brought a towel-wrapped Jaime back to his room. He shivered as she dressed him, Diana glancing again at his almost disappeared shrunken privates, making her smile again. She wrapped him up in a diaper and new gown--this time with bees on it. Diana made sure he was stable before going back to her quarters. She went back to bed with a new subject to read about-- potty training.

Chapter 5

Days passed with much the same routine as before. Diana would stay vigilant of Jaime as the automated system took care of all his needs but one. She changed him regularly, becoming quite adept at making no messes. She would speak with him frequently, although strained one- or two-word answers were all he could muster in response. She found that he could follow simple commands, though weakly. With her support and encouraging words, she was able to prop him up into a sitting position in bed. A huge breakthrough!

Having had him diapered for some time, Diana felt he was ready for the next stage. She had been reading extensively about Jaime's wetting condition in her spare time, and it was time to potty train. The word "potty" would seem silly with a 19-year-old in any other situation, but to Diana it felt appropriate here. He was helpless and the size of a baby in one way, so she could not help but continue to use baby talk.

Diana's POV:

I don't think Jaime ever really had proper potty training, so we have to go back to square one. All the books I've read in our database think that frequent toileting is the way to start. With his strength returning slightly, he should be able to sit up with my help. I'll just lift him on to a potty every few hours and try and make him go. It's supposed to get his mind trained to wake up when he has to tinkle. His room did come with a bright pink plastic commode, a suitable "potty" for Jaime. I'll just have him empty his winky every so often and put him back to bed again.

Narrative:

With her mind made up, Diana prepared to start her day. She pulled her shirt over her head, her heavy and perky breasts dropping out from the bottom. She dropped her panties and kicked them to the laundry shoot. She caught a glimpse of her side profile in the bathroom mirror as she walked by. Her breasts and bottom stuck out from her body creating the perfect shelves only a demigod could have, jiggling with her steps. Looking from the side, just the slightest view of her pubic hair could be seen peeking out before her. She freshened up and walked back out to her closet, the opposite profile reflecting in the mirror.

Diana had been wearing her gym clothes over the past few days. There was no reason to dirty anything nicer, as she had already had a few soggy moments days earlier. She put on a blue shirt and red short shorts as today's casual uniform.

An idea struck her after putting on her outfit. Jaime's skin had been getting red under the diaper and she did not want it to get worse. If she was going to undertake this task, maybe he should be without his diaper or bottoms at all. It would give his skin a chance to heal.

She searched her dresser for a suitable shirt for the little one. She grabbed a small shirt she received as a thank you from an animal sanctuary in Zimbabwe and held it up. She had stopped poachers from killing elephants for ivory many years ago. The people wanted to show gratitude, even if it didn't fit.

"This was always too small for me but might fit his small frame." Diana said aloud to herself to no one in particular. With just a shirt on, she wouldn't have to undo anything when she sat him on the potty. "I'm sure the people of the elephant sanctuary didn't picture this use for the shirt." She thought to herself.

Entering room 6, Diana started her morning with Jaime as she always did: She removed his wet diaper and wiped him down. The shower they had taken before was not something she intended to do again.

"Jaime, I need you to be a big boy today. We are going to try something new." "Big boy" was difficult for her to say without a feeling like she was mocking Jaime, but she wanted to be nurturing.

Jaime's eyes would open slightly from time to time. He was taking in more and was as compliant as possible.

"y-y-yess, Di..." He said very softly.

Diana had noticed him calling her "Di" recently. She wasn't sure if he couldn't get "Diana" out, or he was confused. Any communication was progress, though. The sensors from the system said his brain showed no sign of damage, just he was in a sort of dreamlike state.

"Okay, let me raise your arms." the amazon said sweetly.

Instead of applying a new gown or pamper, she gently put the shirt on over his head. It fit perfectly ending right at his waist. The image of an elephant facing forward was now emblazoned on his chest. Diana did a double take after taking in the image of Jaime lying there in her shirt and nothing else.

Diana's POV:

That is quite the contrast. There stands a proud elephant with his trunk hanging below him. And underneath is Jaime's "trunk" on display. Well, "trunk" is definitely the wrong term. Really, there's a trunk on the elephant and on Jaime a tiny "button." I shouldn't laugh, but I can't get used to seeing it, no matter how many times. His little dinky is just the cutest! I just want to push his doorbell and say, "ding dong!"

Narrative:

Diana exhaled from her nose in a sort of suppressed titter and finished by covering her dependent with the blanket. It seemed he had just piddled in his diaper, so Diana set a timer for a few hours to start his training. She giggled to herself about using the word "training." She was used to amazon combat "training" for warriors. Not "training" to keep a little one's sheets dry.

With time to wait, Diana walked to the satellite's monitor room to keep abreast of world events. She sat down in the monitor chair, her ample butt smushing outwards, pushing up slightly against the arms of the chair. She reviewed messages, news stories, and dossiers. While not much was going on, the Teen Titans had just stopped the Royal Flush gang from stealing AMAZO android parts from a research lab. "They really have to change the name of their team." Wonder Woman thought to herself. Wonder Girl, Cassie, was their youngest member--at the age of 19. It occurred to Diana that Cassie should change her code name too, "girl" seemed inappropriate.

She watched the Teen Titans news story on the league monitors, seeing Cassie standing next to a reporter. As the reporter asked Cassie questions, Diana saw her shift around looking uncomfortable. She would grab her shirt and pants like they didn't fit, which seemed odd. Her answers were more fitting of a hero, though. She spoke highly of her teammates and tried to exude confidence. However, while the public might fall for her performance, Diana could read people very well. Like many times before, she suspected a false bravado with her protege. She had not been raised on Paradise Island, so there was definitely a hole in Diana's knowledge of the girl.

Diana snapped herself out of her current train of thought. She already had a project with the little man here on the satellite, she could not fret about Cassie too. Interestingly, she did learn recently that Cassie and Jaime did work together regularly, although probably not knowing each other's secret identities. One time even, Wonder Woman would have sworn she heard Jaime mumble "Wonder Girl" in a deep sleep. They were the same age, technically. Jaime just seemed much younger to the Diana now.

Diana moved on to refreshing her personal messages. She didn't want to seem desperate, but she so hoped her torch Steve Trevor would have reached out. It had only been about two weeks since she saw him, but it felt like longer. Diana felt like a nanny in a nursery with the mission she had given herself. She yearned for some "adult time." Her finger began to curl around her hair. Her mind wandered as she started to think of Steve in the elephant shirt. He had a "trunk" of his own far more fitting of comparison...

Her train of thought was interrupted by the "beep" of an alarm. It was time put her plan into action. Diana walked to room 6 and positioned the large potty facing the bed. She pulled the covers revealing Jaime in his new shirt.

"Okay, my little elephant," Diana said playfully noting the comparison again. She created the nickname by accident, but it tickled her sense of humor. A sense of humor is needed in situations like this.

"Be a good boy and sit up for me." She said.

Diana pulled the covers over and saw a dry mattress. She sighed in relief and easily lifted her little charge. She gently plopped him down on the seat of the commode. It was intended for people Jaime's age, but not size. His legs dangled over the front, not reaching the floor. He was able to sit on his own--a success so far! With that done, Diana stood next to him and gently rubbed his back with tips of her nails. She now had to coax him to pee.

"Okay, Jaime, you can go." she said, but nothing happened.

"Use the bathroom." But still nothing.

"Let go..." Diana said, searching for the right words.

"'Sigh' Jaime, it's time for you to make a tinkle. Piddle in the potty like a good boy." She said sweetly.

That did it. Pee began to flow from his tiny member. The outcome, however, was a mixed bag. Jaime's short penis really only poked out of his body and did not hang as a penis should. His urine sprinkled out straight forward onto the floor. The light pitter of his weak stream was audible for a moment before Diana realized his "limitations." She quickly but gently shot her hand down, using only her pinky to aim his small appendage.

"Don't mind me, I'm just aiming your itty bitty doodle" Diana found herself saying. She knew she needed to stop the babytalk, but it came so naturally with what she saw. Even Wonder Woman had bad habits.

"Big boys don't make puddles on the floor, my little elephant." she chuckled out as she continued to place her pinky above Jaime's small penis, completely dwarfing it.

While Jaime's accidents in the past had felt like long sagas, Diana thought it was because of the chaos that comes with that. She realized she was not imagining things. Jaime had been peeing for about a minute now. His stream making a high pitched tinkling sound as the thin arc hit the bowl.

Diana's POV:

I thought my mind was playing tricks on me over the last few day. It wasn't my perception, Jaime really does take a long time to make his piddles. It all makes sense really. A pot with a tiny spout takes longer to pour tea. Jaime, most definitely, had a tiny spout. The cutest, tiniest spout ever! I never would have thought it took longer to tinkle with a tiny peepee, but seeing is believing. Again, patience has been the virtue serving me best on this mission.

Narrative:

Diana had a huge grin on her face, her perfect white teeth showing behind her full lips. She giggled innocently, still assuming the same position with her pinky. She wasn't laughing at Jaime, just admiring.

His dainty trickle finally came to an end. Diana had a feeling of triumph accomplishing her first potty session. She flicked Jaime's "spout" making it bounce slightly, trying to have any excess pee fall into the bowl.

Diana lifted Jaime off the seat and back into bed, an easy task. She covered him with his blanket and set a new alarm. "If he's going to take this long to go potty, he's going to have to learn to hold his own dinky." Diana thought to herself.

Diana kissed Jaime on the forehead without thought, but immediately wondered if she had crossed a line.

"I...love...you...Di..." Jaime said interrupting her worrying.

It was easily the clearest he had spoken since his injury. The amazon's heart had been warmed by the little one's declaration. Diana went to her quarters, feeling full and accomplished.