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A little chapter to set up the last couple of weeks of Katie’s summer holidays. Chapter 33 “Mum, this is probably going to sound like a weird request.” Katie started giving her decision. “I just want to check something first. We have 14 days till I’m back at school yes?” She asked. “Yes” Sophie answered, curious to where her daughter was going with this. “So how about this?” Katie was clearly nervous about what she was about to propose. She took a deep breath before continuing. “Can you put me in a nappy for the next 3 days. I really want to practice holding it. I feel like I waisted the opportunity yesterday and I don’t want to have an accident and it cause issues with school. After the 3 days I then have 11 days to prove I don’t need nappies before school.” Sophie and Stuart both looked at each other and then at Katie in shock. Their 11 year old daughter was asking to be put in nappies. She had been given the choice and was choosing the most infantile and degrading option. “I just want you to be clear what you’re choosing.” Sophie spoke in a calm and loving tone. “For the next 3 days you want to be in nappies, no access to a toilet or potty, to practice holding it for as long as possible. Then after 3 days we’ll try with pull ups and potty training. That means you’ll spend at least the next 10 days in a nappy or a pull up.” “I understand, I want to make sure I’m giving myself the best chance to pass your potty training test.” Katie spoke with a hint of anger at her mums rules. “Remember,” Sophie responded having picked up on Katie’s tone about the potty training, “These rules are the same James has been through too. Also your actions over the school holidays so far have proved me correct in putting you in pull ups and nappies.” Katie raised a hand to stop her mum from talking. “I know.” Katie said. “I don’t blame you for making me follow your rules. I’ve not dealt with it well at all. I’m sorry.” Katies head was bowed in shame. As she continued to speak she made eye contact with her mum and dad. “But I’m ready to put that right. I need to earn your trust and respect again and I plan on doing that.” “Ok, that’s very grown up of you.” Sophie said to her daughter. “To match that I promise I will treat you more grown up. So until you give me reason not to treat you like an 11 year old I will treat you as one. An 11 year old in nappies but an 11 year old non the less. That means I will still check and change your nappies but after that you can dress yourself, you can go where ever you want in the house. After the 3 days practice and when you’re in pull ups you’ll need to ask to be taken to the potty or toilet but again other than that you’ll be treated like an 11 year old. Due to the need to check and change your nappy and take you to the potty or toilet you will still need adult supervision at all times and your night time nappy routine remains unchanged until you have 7 dry nights in a row while not wearing a pull up or nappy during the day.’ “Thank you mum. Can I tell you if i need changing or not during the next 3 days?” “No, when you’re in nappies you’ll have to wait for me to check and decided you need changing. Remember, even if you’ve used it I might decide that it’s not ready for a change yet. When you’re in pull ups you can tell me if you’ve had an accident though let’s hope that’s not the case.” “Ok mum” Katie said. Happy with her choice and glad that her mum has loosened her rules and treating her more like her actual age. “Grab the nappy, take your towel off and lay down on the changing mat and we’ll start your 3 days of practice.” Katie picked up the nappy, let her towel drop to her feet and laid down on the changing mat. For the first time she laid there while her mum was putting her in a nappy with a smile on her face excited about her plan. -
Here's the next part of the story: “C’mon, slow-poke!” Martin teased gently, holding the ball in his hands, “You can start the next round!” “Coming, Speedy!” Kyle called back, just before he reached the tether ball ball. He tapped Ali on the shoulder. Ali started giggling, and let out a Speedy Gonzalez cheer. Martin and Kyle started laughing, bent over, their hands on their knees. Kyle was oblivious as his gales of laughter made him dribble in his Pamper, then he also farted silently. “Ready Kyle?” Martin asked. Kyle leapt up and down his hands over his head, “Yeah!” Martin tossed the ball in Kyle’s direction and Kyle caught it and passed it in Ali’s direction. Ali then tossed it to Martin, who tossed it to Kyle, and things went around the pole a couple more times until the school bell rang, signalling the end of recess. Kyle, Martin and Ali joined the throng of children heading back into school, and back to Mrs. Howard’s class. Mrs. Howard rapped on her desk with one hand to get the attention of the class full of children, “OK, times-tables test time!” she got up and handed each child a sheet with thirty multiplication and division questions each on it. Kyle started on the math test, finishing it after about 5 minutes. He turned to his friends to see how they were doing. Mrs. Howard came over to Kyle, “Are you done?” He looked up at her, and blushed a little, thinking he might be in some trouble, then glanced at his friends and turned back to Mrs. Howard and nodded, “Yes, Mrs. Howard. All done,” “OK,” She nodded at him, as other children were finishing the test she took his test paper from him, “Get your math book out, and turn to page 75 and do your best at the first 10 questions there,” He got his math text book from his shelf under the top of his desk, turned to the requested page and started working on the math problems. He really liked geometry which the class had recently been introduced to. She returned to the front of the class, “OK class, if you are done, please turn to page 75 in your math book,” she announced to the class several moments later. The other children got their math books out and Martin exclaimed softly, “Oh, geometry! This I can do!” Kyle grinned and nodded at his friend as he held out his hand for a friendly fist-bump of recognition and agreement between them, which Martin returned. Mrs. Howard raised an eyebrow at Kyle and Martin, “Remember boys, I expect you each to work on your own, is that understood?” she then looked around at the other children, “Class, that goes for all of you,” The whole class groaned, having heard reminders like this many times before. She kept her gaze on the class until the noise died down, which it did almost immediately. After a while the period silently ended and she stood up, “Class, put the math books away, please, and take out your readers, turn to ‘Mrs. Apple’s Apple Tree’, on page 43,” The children did as they were told, and each took a turn reading aloud one or more paragraphs in the short story. That activity took less time than the reading period, and so the children were told to take out the book they had chosen from the school library to do a book report on. Kyle and his friends had each chosen a book from the trilogy of books by Beverly Cleary, called “The Mouse and the Motorcycle”. Eventually the school bell rang, indicating the lunch hour. Kyle and his friends, along with the other children in the class, put away their books and quickly got up and started for the door to the hallway. Mrs. Howard quickly stood up, and called out over the noise of the children, “Whoa! Hold on! Line up at the door!” then more quietly once the children had quietened down a bit, but no less authoritatively said, “You all know how to behave,” The class groaned, in unison, but did as they were told. After a moment, she nodded while opening the classroom door, “Alright, off you go to lunch, and see you after noon recess,” The class soon scampered out the door, almost ready to join the throng of other children, heading to the school cafeteria. The three boys grabbed their bags that were hung with their coats, once they were in the hall. As they scampered for the cafeteria, and covered by the noise of the children around him and his friends, Kyle had a small gassy fart. He seemingly ignored it, as usual, since for him things like that just happened. Ali groaned at the smell, then leaned into his friend’s ear, “Kyle!? Did you fart again?” but his comment was too quiet to be heard by the other children, who were too intent on getting lunch. Kyle gently nudged Ali, “Hey, who ever smelt it dealt it!” Ali giggled at the funny comment, in spite of himself, “Not me!” Martin gave Kyle a knowing glance, since he also smelled something but said nothing. Kyle can’t help but momentarily blush at his friends, knowing quite well that it was him. He was just happy no other children commented to him. But no more was made of Kyle’s bowel control issues. Soon the children had gotten to the cafeteria and and gotten their lunches, if they were getting lunch from school cafeteria serving line, or carrying lunch boxes, reusable fabric, or brown paper bags. Once they each had lunches to eat, they headed to a table to eat them. As the boys were finishing their lunches, Kyle’s gut gently flexed, pushing a soft solid mess into the seat of the diaper under his jeans. As he finished messing his diaper, he also peed. Sitting on the mess, it was squashed it forward through the crotch of the diaper, and he quickly became uncomfortable. Kyle quickly got up, “OK, I’ll see ya in the school yard later,” he grabbed his back pack, got it onto his back and quickly left the cafeteria. Ali and Martin nodded at their friend’s quickly retreating back, both of them knowing what happened as it did almost every lunch. Kyle got to the door of the nurses office and knocked quickly. Mrs. Stewart called from behind the closed door, “Come in!” she quickly got up from behind her desk and made her way toward the cot, and got things ready, knowing from experience that it was Kyle at this time of day. Also, often other times she was needed during lunch hour involved a child wailing out in the hall after an accident in the school yard. Kyle pushed the door open and entered the nurses office, this time he held the inside handle and slowly closed the door behind himself, “Mrs. Stewart, I’ve pooped my Pampers,” She nodded, after a quick sniff, “OK, let’s get you cleaned up,” she pulled the curtain partway around the cot, blocking things from the door. He scampered over to the cot, behind the curtain and got his back pack off, and set it on the cot, then started pushing his pants down. She got out a blue pad and unfolded it and laid it absorbent-side up on the cot, “Sit and lay down on the cot, please, Kyle,” He sat down on the blue pad, lifted his feet off the floor, and swivelled around and laid his legs down on the cot, and his head on a pillow, with his hands behind his head. She tore the tapes from the front of Kyle’s diaper and opened it part way, giving him one last chance to wet it some more, which his body again did not take. She then also sees the large solid mess spread forward between his legs through the crotch of the diaper, surrounded by urine yellow from multiple pees since mid morning, “Your mom said you’re on gut meds to keep you pooping regularly? Looks like they’re working really well,” He nodded, while the nurse pushed the front of the diaper down between his legs and then she stopped to retrieve the wet wipes and a fresh diaper from his school bag. “Bum up,” she said, laying the fresh diaper, still folded up, beside him on the cot. He raised his bottom, and the diaper stuck for a moment before falling away onto the blue pad. She pulled the used diaper out from under his raised bottom, “Roll on your side, Kyle,” she said. Kyle nodded, and rolled onto his side after letting his messy bottom down on the blue pad, then he faced away from Mrs. Stewart, revealing the mess spread over his bottom. Mrs. Stewart started cleaning up his very messy bottom. He squirmed and giggled mirthlessly, clasping his hands together under his chin, “It’s cold!” She nodded, acknowledging his complaint, while she used three large wet wipes to clean him up, “It won’t be long, then you can roll onto your back and we can get this fresh Pamper on you for the rest of the school day,” “Mom or Dad will have to change my Pamper at bed-time,” he nodded as she she finished with the third wet wipe, “There, all cleaned up,” she said with satisfaction. She pulled the soiled blue pad away, and rolled it up into a tight ball, “I bet that feels better, doesn’t it? On your back again,” He nodded and rolled back onto his back, watching Mrs. Stewart unfold the fresh diaper, and he raised his bottom, before he was told to. “Good boy!” she said warmly, “That’s a big help,” she slid the fresh diaper under his raised bottom, “Back down again,” He lowered his bottom onto the diaper, and parted his legs as much as he could with his pants down below his knees, “Quick! Before I go pee-pee!” She nodded, bringing the front of the diaper up between his legs, and unfolded the front and snugly fasten the tapes from the back flaps to the front, “All done. Up you get and get your pants up, and have fun with your friends outside,” He nodded back, stood up, and pulled up his pants over his diaper, then he tucked his undershirt into his jeans, and let the bottom edge of his sweat top fall down over the waistband of his jeans, “Thank you, Mrs. Stewart,” he said with a soft grunt getting his back pack back on his back. “See you on Monday, Kyle,” she said as he headed for the door and left her office. Kyle scampered through the empty hallway to the school-yard entrance, stopping back outside the classroom to get his coat on, and soon found his friends outside by the rubber-wrapped steel pipes of the climbing structure, “Hey Martin! What are you and Ali doing!?” Martin waves from one of the top bars on the climber, “We be pirates! Arrrr!”, then bursts out laughing, a huge grin on Ali’s face, while he hangs from the side of the climber. “That’s right, me hearties!” Ali said, in his best pirate impression. Kyle giggled, then waved his right hand up high over his head, as if he was holding a piece of paper, “I’ve got the treasure map right here!”, he then scampers toward the schoolyard sandbox, in the corner by the sidewalk on the other side of the schoolyard fence. Martin and Ali follow close behind, after they had climbed down from the climbing structure. In the sandbox already are a pair of Junior Kindergarten-aged children, two 4 year old girls, making sandcastles with a pair of plastic pails and shovels. They squat on their haunches as thy each take turns making sand-castles. Kyle kneels down against the outside edge of the sandbox, grinning at the younger children like an older sibling or child-relative, “Hey, can me and my friends join you?” The nearest girl turned her head to Kyle, “OK, but the pails and shovels or ours! You can’t have them!” Kyle nodded as Ali came up beside him and nodded, “OK! We just want to dig for treasure! We can use our hands,”, Kyle stood up, and headed for the opposite corner, “We’ll just be over here,” The two little girls returned to their castle-making. Once Kyle is on the other side of the sand box he notices that the girl facing away from him has slightly bulkier seat in her green cotton overalls stretched over her bottom, from a now-bulky used Small/Medium GoodNite underneath. Ali and Martin followed Kyle to the other corner, then the three started digging in the sand with their hands. Kyle grinned, as he dug into the sand and suddenly pulled his hands out, and held them up, “Got the treasure chest!” Ali reached into the hole and brings his hands out and holds them over his head, “Got the treasure chest!” Martin and Kyle cheered in unison, “Yeah!” Then the school bell rang and the boys got up and headed for the entrance back into the school to start the afternoon’s lessons. -
By little_madd · Posted
Maddison returned Ana's hug. It was hard to forget what had happened, but Maddison would do anything and more for Camilla. Her mom is the most special person in the world; if her mom likes Ana, she'll like her too. She'd like to have a conversation with her as soon as possible. Maddison saw Camilla asking Ana for help in the kitchen while Alice and Maddison were on the floor. Alice tried to walk, but her boot wouldn't let her. Maddison looked at it; it was an item she never wanted to wear. But Maddison approached Alice and said, "You can talk, Alice. What do you want to tell me?" -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Ana absolutely gushed over the outfit and couldn't help but go over and pick Maddison up which got the girl to yelp she did tense up as she wasn't completely over what Ana did, but she quickly relaxed when the bigger stronger woman gave her a hug and said how absolutely adorable she was. She looked at Camilla and wanted to know where she would get the outfit making Alice get a sinking feeling that she too will wind up as a Care Bear cub. But Alice had to admit Madison looked absolutely adorable and definitely wanted to give her big Baby Care Bear sister a hug, after Madison was put down the two mommies left to prepare dinner leaving her with Alice. "Madison can we talk?" Alice said as she looked down little ashamed.
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