Diaper References

This week it was a tight schedule to get the story finished in time.  But thanks to the rainy weather today, I made it.  I wish you fun with the next chapter ############################################################### Playing ... was she really allowed to? While they had someone visiting them? Her parents always insisted that she was behaving well when they had guests at their table, and that included sitting there until the adults had finished their conversation.  “You know I already washed your stuffie friends, and they relax on the drying rack on the terrace.“ Her mum reminded her, and suddenly her memory about all her newfound friends came back. And the excitement that she felt earlier in the morning swapped back over her.  “Mummy ... Mummy ... Can I really play with them?” “They are still a little damp, so they need to do a little sunbathing, but you can play with them if you are outside.“ Without waiting any further, Lila jumped up and headed out on the terrace, looking for her old friends. She found them on a drying rack in the sun, while a little puddle of water under them was still visible. “Oh, my little ones." She stroked over their hair. I missed you so much.  “Do you still remember their names?” Noah, who was accompanying her, pushed her forward.       Lila nodded. Carefully, she touched the little teddy that she had rescued from the dark prison. “Welcome back ...Hopsi," she said after a moment... “Welcome back Wiggles," she continued as she stroked over the little tiger with its snow-white fur. “How could I forget about you?” she mumbled, feeling deep regret in her heart. “Wait, I need to introduce you to Noah. So Hopsi and Wiggles, that is Noah.” She said in a loud and confident voice.  “Hello Hopsi, hello Wiggles,” Noah said in his deep voice. But there was something else, hardly noticeable... Was it Hopsi or Wiggles greeting her back, or just a gust of wind?  “Noah, can all stuffed animals talk like you?”, she asked excitedly.  "Hmmm," he raised his voice again. “Actually, it is quite embarrassing, but we cannot talk as you can," he confessed. “When you hear us, it is you listening to our bond of friendship and not us talking. The stronger the connection between us is, the better we can feel your emotions, talk to you, and calm you when you are stressed out.” “So will I hear Hopsi and Wiggles as well?” she wanted to know. “When you start playing, the love for them will come back, and so will their voices.” “You want to play?” she suggested to them and expected an answer. “They will need time, and it will start with little things, not with words," Noah explained.  Disappointed, she sat down and noticed that she needed a lot of patience until they were talking to her like Noah. Her two friends, with whom she shared so many happy memories, were so important to her, but despite all their long-gone memories, they were silent like a rock.  As she sat on the chilling stones of their terrace, the sudden need to go pee was back in her mind, disturbing her grief. Angrily, she pushed her need aside, and she just relaxed and noticed the warmth fighting the uncomfortable cold temperature of the stones.  I have better things to do anyway, she thought as she grabbed the damp Hopsie and set him on the floor next to her. He still looked like a lifeless and sad teddy. Maybe the wash really killed him.  Vivid memories flashed back into her mind as she let him hop over the hard, grayish desert in front of her. She let him hop back and remembered  Suddenly, she saw a glance of friendship in her stuffy’s eye. Hopsie was not dead, he was just weak, as their bond of love had faded into a faint memory. She would find a way to make them healthy and fit again. And she would find a way to strengthen their love so that they would talk to her just as Noah.  In a wave of her childish emotions, she hugged her three friends. I will never ever leave you again. She promised, not caring that her shirt was getting slightly wet as her friends had not completely dried yet.  But she did not care, she was just a child, and she gave her friends a kiss on their furry heads. She sat back on the floor. Her stuffed animals could not speak right now. They were like her when she was in school, mute and unable to change that. Was that what Noah meant, that she could change who she was in her play? With a smile, she returned to playing with them. Within seconds, their terrace became her classroom and her plushies her students, while Lila stepped into her teacher's role.  Like Pauline, she explained everything that they had to do in a soft, calming voice. And while they still did not answer, she tried to understand their subtle nonverbal form of communication.  She noticed their weird look when she explained something too fast or if she forgot to look after their well-being between the lessons. And with every nuance that she understood in our nonverbal talk, she became aware of how precise a look or movement of her head could be. Did she send the same signals to Pauline when she was in class with her? She may be mute while all her peers were talking, cheering, and laughing. But it does not mean she may not send her nonverbal messages.  When she shifted from her painful sitting position on her bum to lying in the soft, fresh, and dark green grass, she noticed that her belly was pretty full, and like a reflex, the urge to get to the toilet was back. Lila, on the other hand, did not dare to leave her stuffies alone while she headed to the potty.  No, she does not need to leave, she dropped her potty training for now, the relaxing thought came to her mind. She could stay with them and learn to communicate with Hopsi and Wiggles.  She would not care anymore about her potty needs, she calmed herself, and was wondering how many times she would need to remind herself before her body would just go.  Instinctively, she slightly spread her legs, and another carefree push later, she noticed her body losing control and the mess spreading on her bum. All the painful need to go potty was gone. Lila noticed the good feeling in her belly as her attention shifted back to playing with her old friends.   Like on her vacation, going potty in her diaper was so much easier. Should she head inside and ask her mummy or daddy for a diaper change?  But all that meant picking up some kind of responsibility, and she did not want that right now. She was already doing a very important task in helping Hopsie and Wiggles overcome their mutism. ### “Lila ... Lila ... we got a new baby cow ... It is so cute; you have to come and see it,” Mia yelled over the fence as she was running towards the entrance. Lila slowly got up from her play. While she had spent time with her three little friends, she had forgotten about her potty accident. But now, where she got up, the strange babyish feeling in her pampers was back. What would Mia say about her messy booty? She was not mean about it yesterday. But this time she was at home playing with her plushies, and she had not even gone indoors immediately to get her diaper changed. When Mia reached her, she hugged her stunned friend Lila. She noticed her babyish but kind of familiar scent of poop that lingered around her schoolmate. "Oh," the excited girl noticed that they had to go to Lila's mum for a change, and she carefully took her arm and led her indoors, where the adults sat around the table with glasses of wine in front of them.  “I wanted to show Lila the baby cow that was born this morning, but she had a poopy accident.” Lila blushed in embarrassment, her friend had just told them about her dirty diaper like she was a baby girl.  But her mummy stood up and hugged her. The tears started flowing as she was picked up and carried away to her room. The last thing she saw was Mia's doubtful eyes before she buried her face in her mummy's shirt. Her mum carefully placed her on the changing table, wiping her tears away with her soft hand.  Hey baby, nothing bad happened; you just had an accident.”, Her mummy tried to calm her.  “But Mia just told everyone..." Lila mumbled as she was still crying. Her mummy gave her a kiss on her belly before she removed her shorts. “Laurent already knew that such an accident could happen,” her mother explained. “He was looking after you, and at the moment you are not going to the potty at all.” “But mummy ...”, Lila mumbled again.  “No buts, honey. You are not potty-trained, and there is no need for tears when you go potty in your diaper.”  She opened her girl's nappy and lifted her legs a little. “Your mummy is cleaning your tushy, and you can go back playing in a second.”  Lila did not protest anymore about what had just happened. Actually, deep in her mind, she wished no one would care, but while she was really carefree on her vacation, the people here were her friends, and she somehow didn't want to disappoint them.  With her mum cleaning her up, all her poopy smell quickly disappeared as she was placed on a fresh nappy. “We need some cream. You are getting red down there," her mum warned her before she took the cold tube and put the whitish paste where it was needed the most.  “Are you going to play with Mia?” She tried to distract her from her sadness. Her little child nodded, and for a moment she thought she was smiling again.   “She told me they got a baby cow and I really want to see it.”  Maria struck over her little one's head. “I will come with you and talk to Mia's parents so that you can feel safe over there.” Lila looked at her with a thousand questions in her head. Is her mummy talking with someone about her accidents?  “Do you really have to tell them?” She asked worriedly, and she sat up, wearing just her fresh diaper  “Yes, baby, it's better that way. I don't want you to worry about having an accident, and I need to make sure they know you might struggle with speaking.” Lila looked down at the floor. Her mum was right. She needed help, and she did not want all her responsibilities back. Especially not her need to go potty. Her mum hugged her again. “Thank you, Mummy." Lila mumbled, confident that her mother would help her out. She did not know how it would all work out, but she trusted her mummy, and she surely would solve the maze for her and find a way for her that would lead her back to a simpler and childlike life.  ### “You can take some straw and rub her fur dry”, Mia told her as they finally arrived at the stable, and they had agreed that Maria needed more than enough time as they had been slowly walking back to her farm.  Lila carefully took a handful of straw and knelt down next to the baby animal that was resting on the soft straw cushion. She carefully tried to clean the white and brown animal. “She is still cold!” Mia complained as the baby cow trembled.  As she cleaned over her belly again, the attention of the newborn being in their hand shifted back to Lila. With its dark brown eyes and its pinkish nose, the baby was searching for something.  “She looks for her mummy," the Newby in agriculture noticed, and before she could do anything, the animal started sucking on her hand as if the small teenager was her mummy.  “I think she has chosen her mother cow for now”, Mia commented on the cute scene as Lila hugged the baby animal.  "Muhhh," Lila cheered. “I wish I could keep her," she added after a moment and started to feel a little responsible for the cow's well-being.  “What do you want to do? Keep her in your room with you next to your bed.”, Mia suggested humorously. “I know Mummy would never allow it, but she is so cute and lovely.”  ‘Knook ... Knook.' Both of them heard that Mia's dad was entering the stable. “Do you want to feed our babies?” he asked his daughter and her schoolmate.  The little cow had already seen the big baby bottle in the farmer's hand and raised her head, as they were attracted by the yummy smell of the milk.  Lila was still quite afraid of talking to him and was glad as Mia thanked him and handed her one of the quite heavy bottles with a treat that was even longer than Lila's hand. “Can you show her how to feed them?”, her dad advised her daughter. “I have to give the teenies some milk as well.”  “Sure, Daddy," her friend responded.  “You must teach them where they have to suck on,” Mia explained. She still let Lila hold the big bottle while she guided the baby's soft, wet nose towards the plastic teat. And as soon as the baby had found the source of milk, her big head was trying to get closer and closer.  Lila even had to stand up and hold the big baby bottle as tightly as she could so that the impatient movement of the baby cow could not push her away.  “Are the teens also getting a bottle like this?” Lila asked Mia as the bottle was empty, and the baby slammed her hand aside as she noticed that it was empty.  “No, we feed them with buckets," her friend explained. “I can show you, but you have to help me with the second baby first. He is a little older and at least as impatient as your little one.” Lila nodded.  “Can you hold him so that he cannot push the bottle away?” She took the baby cow's neck and tried to lead him to the offered milky dinner, but he was much stronger and swiftly swept Lila off her feet so that she landed on the soft cushion of straw.  “Not so fast”, Mia scolded the little animal while Lila quickly got back on her feet. She stood with her legs slightly spread, as she wanted to make sure the big baby could not overwhelm her another time. This time it worked, the cow had found the source of milk and started to drink.  “We made it!” both girls cheered in unison.  But as she was holding the cow against its impatient will, she noticed her belly was feeling strangely full again. She was pretty sure no one would smell her poopy accident in the middle of the stables with all the cows around. But what would Mia say about her going potty in her diaper without even asking to go to the bathroom once?  Or could she just pretend to go to the toilet and have an accident on her way? No, she did not want to lie about it. And actually, she did not want to go potty like a big kid.  The cow kicked her another time, and she had to press with all her force to stand her ground. Suddenly, she noticed that her body gave way, and a log of mess made its way into her diaper. A mixture of frustration and relief was washing over her. Her body just made the decision for her, and the difficult task was gone, but with it also every chance to keep it a secret.  Lila noticed she still needed to go. It did not matter anymore, and as she was already in a comfortable position for pooping, she just pushed and filled her diaper until she got everything out and her belly was not hurting anymore.  With her bodily needs gone, the thought of telling her classmates was back.  “Mia…" she carefully said.  “You are doing a great job in holding him.” She praised her, thinking that she was not confident in her actions. She wished she could have brought Noah with her. He would know how to tell her. “Mia, I... I had another accident," she tried to tell her friend.  “Oh, Lila!” the little peasant next to her said, and she was clearly overwhelmed by her friend's problem.   “But we have to finish feeding the babies before I can bring you to Mummy," she said after a thoughtful moment. Lila could feel the embarrassment from what she had done, but it was an accident. She did not want to mess in her diaper; her body just gave up on holding, or did she want to lose her control?  Thinking about her past when she was growing up felt strange. She did not want to go back to using the potty, but at the same time, she did not want to lose Mia as her new playful friend.  “I am sorry," she mumbled as the baby cow finally finished drinking.  Her classmate looked into her worried face. Both girls clearly were not sure how to handle it. Suddenly, Mia hugged and held her tight.  “I still love you”, Mia mumbled in a desperate attempt to keep her friendship. “I love you too." Lila was glad the dam of emotions was finally broken. Tears of friendship were rolling over their cheeks as they sat together on the straw next to the baby cow’s box. For a while, they were just lying there cuddling.  “I don't want to lose you,” Mia started to explain as her tears had dried. “But I also struggle to help you in such situations. You were always so sad when I took you to your mummy, and you could not care for yourself when we returned from our excursion yesterday. I just don't know how to help you without hurting you.”  Lila was stunned by her friend's dilemma. She had always expected to be mocked about her lack of potty training, and she noticed that in her anger and fear of others, she did not make it easy for her little friend. She tried to find an answer for Mia.  “I am sorry," she started. “You know, in my old school they all laughed at me for being such a baby because I did not want to be alone in the afternoon and when I did not behave like them ... like a teeny, or when I... had ... you know.”  “An accident.” Mia completed her sentence.  Her friend nodded and thought about the last two days in her old school. And started trembling in fear.  “But I am not a teeny!” she reminded her schoolmate. “And I don't think you have to be a teeny to be my friend. Why can’t you be a child like me, and we can have fun together?”  Were her remaining thoughts from her old life that made it difficult here too? She had to learn to trust the people around her. If adults were not helping a teenager, they would at least care for her as a child. Lila nodded. “Sometimes it is hard to forget about my past," she said, hopeful that her young friend would understand.  “But I want to be like a child again and forget what had happened.”  “So you are not mad at me when I ask the adults to change you when you are like that.”  Lila shook her head. “No ... I was sad because I thought that Laurent did not know and because I was afraid. Not because of you.”  “Maybe if you are patient with me, I can learn to trust them again.” She said to her little friend.  She smiled. “You will be my friend, and I will teach you not to worry.” She now said, proud of herself. “And now we go to Mummy so that you get into a fresh diaper, even if we do not smell it in here, you must be pretty uncomfortable.”  Mia got up on her feet and stretched her hand to help her friend. “Come, I will tell them you need some help," she promised, and they headed back to the other side of the farm.  “You can put your shoes here," she explained to her guest as they passed the door. Inside, Maria was still sitting together with Mia's mum, drinking a cup of coffee. “Maria, I think Lila needs your help another time," the little girl started before the slight but unignorable scent of poop was recognized by the adults.  “It's ok, my baby”, her mummy noticed the distressed look of her teenage child. “Is there a good place to clean her up?” Mia's mum led them to a bathroom and placed some towels on the floor to make it comfortable for her daughter's friend. “You can also let her take a short shower to make cleaning her up easier.”  “Mummy… Mummy, can I take a shower too?” Mia cheered. “We could play with my water toys.”  “Oh, but you still want to play outside with your friend." Mia's mother rejected her attempts. “Lila will need to take some more showers with all the accidents that she has.” Maria put Lila on the ground and put another diaper and some wipes on the floor.  “We should give your friend and Maria a little privacy," Mia's mother demanded.  “But I promised to be her friend and to help her.”  “And you did a very good job in helping her out," her mum praised her and picked her up before Lila was cleaned. And now, where she had talked to Mia and was certain that she did not care, she could let herself slip back into her worry-free self.  She was just a child, just as her friend had said. And that was ok. ############################################################# As always, I want to encourage you to post a comment. If you do so and you want to participate, write a comment by Monday evening and mention it in your comment, and I will send you a preview of next week's chapter via PN.  How did you like the continuation of Lilas and Mias friendship.  

Sounds like the soundtrack to my youth. I was a child of the 70s, before pampers were widely available in the UK. My ‘just in case’ (and bedtime) attire was a thick and bulky terry towelling cloth nappy, pinned on tightly under voluminous plastic pants. No way of hiding what I had on under my ‘jammies’ when I was readied for the long journey home after visiting relatives…. was so embarrassing but…. loved the thickness between my legs in the car and with a gentle rocking motion gave me some ‘fizzy’ feelings that helped me drift off to sleep in the back of me parent’s car.

It depends on the mood. (Pun semi-intended.) I'm on Xbox and Nintendo, with Forza Horizon 6 as my current obsession.

As far as I know, none knows the whole story. Mom has found diapers when I lived at home in my  teens, but she has never said anything, so I assume she thought I  had problems with bedwetting. 

still not fic  my   computer says   spandi not working   try later    etc