//------------------------------// // Sombra's Potion Problem (Sombra) // Story: Potty Training Tales // by SuperPinkBrony12 //------------------------------// Countless beakers, flasks, and vials littered the table. The contents within them unknown, except to the lone man who currently eyed them with varying degrees of excitement and worry. He had skin almost as dark as night, or soot from a chimney, and eyes almost blood red. Most knew him as Sombra, the former principal and science teacher of Crystal Prep. He had left his post not long after Abacus Cinch was appointed the new head of Crystal Prep, largely because many students found him “scary” for lack of a better term. Rumors spread that he had conducted illegal and dangerous experiments in the school’s lab, and his tenure was not unlike a foreign dictatorship where disobedience of any sort was not tolerated. Those rumors weren’t true in the slightest, but Sombra hadn’t cared. He soon found that his scientific skills were in high demand in the private sector. Clients would often come to him, offering him huge sums of money up front to conduct experiments on their behalf. And he was in the middle of his most unorthodox experiment of all time. His client (or clients, he couldn’t be sure) had anonymously contacted him with a request that he would’ve turned down in an instant if not for two factors: The existence of bizarre events that defied all scientific explanation, and the considerable amount of money he was being paid. The request was simple, the client wanted a potion that could cure incontinence. As he’d never had children of his own and neither had he worked with any incontinent students, Sombra had consulted as many books and scholarly articles on the subject as he could find. It wouldn’t be easy to develop a cure, but the challenge and the reward it offered was far too great for the ex-professor to turn down. But working alone could have its disadvantages. One of them was that Sombra had no one he could test his potions on besides himself. So he was now eyeing his crafted concoction, while re-reading the many notes he’d written for himself. “If my calculations are indeed correct, and I’m certain they are ninety nine percent correct,” Sombra said to himself as he looked at the ominously bubbling, sickly green colored potion on his desk. “Then this potion should hold the cure. Even a newborn would instantly obtain the self control needed for potty training.” But how was he going to test his hypothesis? He wasn’t incontinent, and his client would not accept an untested potion. But then suddenly the potion started to bubble over, threatening to explode! Without even thinking, Sombra dashed forward and grabbed the vial! It was no surprise that some of the liquid got onto his hand! Almost instantly, he felt something wash over him almost like a wave. He lost his grip and dropped the vial, watching as months of work fell to the floor and spilled out from the shattered vial! He couldn’t worry about that though, something far more pressing was taking hold of him! Everything around him suddenly began to grow bigger. No, that wasn’t right, he was clearly shrinking! “What?! No! No! This can’t be happening!” He gasped in horror but couldn’t stop the transformation. In a matter of seconds he had shrunk in height to the size of a toddler. His lab coat had been replaced by a toddler sized button t-shirt, his jeans had turned into an adorable green onesie. But worst of all, wrapped firmly around his rear in a tight, hugging fashion was a diaper. He couldn’t see it through the onesie, but he could feel it pushing his legs apart. The now toddler Sombra fell to the floor as his legs wobbled, his diaper acting like a cushion for his bottom when he landed. It took but a moment for Sombra to adjust to his surroundings in his shrunken state. “Well, this is a challenge,” He commented to himself. “I must find a way to return to my normal size! No one will ever believe a toddler could do the things I do.” However, a more pressing urge presented itself to the adult minded toddler at that moment. An urge he was only faintly aware of before it was too late. In vain he attempted to cross his legs, before his bladder released and a faint hissing sound could be heard. He could feel his diaper getting wetter by the second, and nothing he tried could get his body to stop. Sombra growled as he turned his attention to a bathroom just across the hall, grateful he’d had the foresight to leave the door open. “I hadn’t planned on a bathroom break so soon, but it seems I don’t have a choice,” He said to himself. “At least maybe I’ll be able to tell if the potion still works as intended.” With his swollen, soggy diaper pushing his legs apart even further it was quite difficult for Sombra to make the trek across the hall to the bathroom. Somehow he managed though, reaching the bathroom just as his bladder had finally emptied itself completely. Miraculously, the padding between his legs had absorbed every drop without leaking. Yet as Sombra made his way into the bathroom, a new problem presented itself to him: The toilet itself. Given his current size getting up onto the toilet seat would be difficult. And there was no step stool or toddler seat anywhere to help him. So he no had little choice but to use the packages of toilet paper rolls he kept beneath the sink as a makeshift staircase. After he clumsily undid his onesie and ripped off his diaper with his pudgy little hands, he’d put it in the trash later. The makeshift staircase held, just barely, as he climbed up it and reached the lip of the toilet seat. Pulling himself onto it was a herculean effort. He managed, somehow, impressed that he was able to retain control of his bowels. But when Sombra finally placed himself upon the toilet seat, he found that his body couldn’t balance on it very well. Without any handles he risked falling onto the hard tiled floor, or into the toilet bowl and possibly flushed down the drain. Reluctantly, he climbed back down not wanting to risk hurting himself. “I have to make adjustments to account for my set-back. And I’ll have to inform my clients that the potty training potion is unreliable. Assuming I find a way to contact them again.” Sombra thought to himself before looking down at his discarded diaper. He would have to find some sort of replacement for it to avoid staining the floors in the event of future “accidents”.