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Oh dear I started a war! ??

Sort of. I was 14 and began to wet the bed (by accident), but I woke up halfway through and instinctively stopped...but then I thought "It's already wet, I might as well finish".

Just watched the trailer...only 1 pin on their nappies?! I need two on each side to get it to fit properly! They must leak a lot.

I wear sweatpants and a long winter coat.

I currently have COVID (I'm OK, no symptoms) I was going to sneak some nappies into the rubbish before collection...until it occurred to me that it could be transmitted through urine. I looked it up and I was right, so if anyone else has it I'd wait until your isolation period is over before throwing them out, because they could potentially pose a risk to the bin men.

I think that would cause problems for the LGBT community, there is a lot of negativity about ABDLs (paedophilia blah blah crap) that it wouldn't be helpful to the LGBT community, especially when they still have to deal with a lot of negativity already.

She sounds an awful lot like my sister, who has cerebral palsy. My sister also has epilepsy.

Where you to? I'm in Abertillery, Blaenau Gwent.

https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/clubs/77-baby-dragons/

I find it makes it hard for me to focus on anything. When I was in Amsterdam I attempted to do an Escape Room...high as a kite. In case you didn't already guess we didn't manage it within the time limit.

This is loosely based on something that happened when I was about 4 years old* (roughly around 1997). It sort of a “what could have happened” sort of thing. However, the characters in this story are completely fictional. The story, like my real life incident, occurs in 1997. *When I was about four, we were visiting a family friend. They had a toddler, meaning they had a buggy in their front hall. When no one was around I strapped myself in to see what it was like, but I couldn’t unbuckle the straps to get out. I had to call for help, the adults came into the front hall and chuckled at my predicament, then my mum’s friend’s husband (or boyfriend, I can’t remember) jokingly started to push the buggy towards the front door while I kicked and screamed “NO NO NO NO NO!”, then he laughed and finally freed me. Part 1 - July 6th 1997 It was a hot and sunny afternoon as the Jempson family walked together down the street. Jack and Carol Jempson had two children. Their eldest, Charlotte who was twelve, walked ahead completely absorbed in the Spice Girls tape playing on her Walkman. Their younger daughter, Kimberley (Kimmy for short) who was eight, held Carol’s hand. As he family continued walking, they moved to one side of the pavement to allow a mother with a buggy to go by. She had an adorable baby girl, who sat contentedly in her buggy sucking her dummy and kicking her bare feet. The straps had pushed her dress up showing off her nappy. While most people would see this and think/say “what an adorable baby girl”, Kimmy felt a pang of jealousy. Although she could not remember her infancy she would give anything to be a cute little baby again; imagine having not having deal with the nasty girls at school who picked on her, instead being able to just spend her days playing with toys, watching cartoons and having everything done for her. Kimmy wanted so much to just be a sweet little baby in a buggy, cutely kicking her little legs. The family arrived outside the home of their good friends: Lucy and Mick, and their three children; Nathan (11), Danny (9) and Jordanna (4). Despite their four year age difference, Jordanna was slightly taller, and a fair bit wider than Kimmy, who had always been a rather tiny child. Kimmy found herself being encouraged to play with Jordanna every time they visited, despite being much closer in age to the boys. She didn’t mind too much though, Jordanna had tons of great toys…they certainly weren’t rich, but they were much better off than the Jempson family. They had a big enough house for all their children to have their own room. Meanwhile Kimmy had to share with her big sister, who was always teasing her. As they walked through the front door they were greeted by a large pile of assorted boxes and bags. “Sorry about the mess”, Lucy apologised, “this is all ready to go to the charity shop.” Amongst the mess, one object really stood out to Kimmy, a buggy! Jordanna’s old buggy stood amongst the mess. It was a silver cross one…not one of those massive posh looking buggys, just a small pushchair, navy blue with a pattern of little fruits, complete with a five-point harness. Kimmy stared at it longingly, the seat looked cosy and inviting and she couldn’t bear to turn away from it. The two families went out into the back garden and enjoyed their barbeque. After eating, Charlotte went upstairs with the boys to play on their Nintendo 64 and Kimmy and Jordanna sat in the living room and watched the Cinderella video. After a little while Jordanna fell asleep, the older kids were upstairs engrossed in their computer game, and the adults were outside chatting; this was her chance! Kimmy crept out of the room, careful not to wake Jordanna. She slowly closed the living room door behind her, and climbed up onto the cushioned seat of the buggy; it was so comfy! She sat in the seat, heart thumping at what she was about to do; she took the straps in her hands and buckled herself in. The harness was very loose, Jordanna was much larger than Kimmy after all, but Kimmy managed to figure out how tighten them. She sat back, the adjusted straps now holding her securely in place; there was no chance of baby wriggling free now! She stuck her thumb in her mouth, closed her eyes and pretended she was outside, her Mummy pushing her down the street. She pretended she was dressed in a cute little bodysuit, with a puffy nappy poking through the legholes. “I wish this could be real,” she chanted in her head over and over until she fell fast asleep. Sometime the later the adults came back inside, and found Jordanna snoozing on the sofa…but no Kimmy in sight, presumably she’d gone upstairs with the other kids. Carol opened the door and got the shock of her life; her eight year old daughter was strapped in a baby’s buggy, fast asleep and sucking her thumb! She beckoned to the others, and they all curiously watched her snoozing in the buggy. Carol went to wake her up when she suddenly noticed something, there was a wet patch on Kimmy’s leggings; she had even wet herself like a baby. “Oh no,” Carol sighed, “she’s completely soaked” Jack stepped forward and carefully unbuckled her and lifted her out. “You can change her into something of Jordanna’s,” offered Lucy, “It might be a bit big for her though.” “It doesn’t matter,” said Jack, “it’s only to get her home.” Suddenly, Lucy had a brainwave and delved into the donation bags. “We have a load of her old clothes here, they should fit,” she said, digging a bit more, “and maybe she should wear one of these in case she has another accident. Lucy held up a package of Huggies nappies, leftover from when Jordanna was little. *** The warm evening breeze roused the sleeping Kimmy. She opened her eyes and realised she was outside…but still strapped in the buggy (Lucy had offered to lend it to them to get her home). She was wearing a babyish bodysuit with a Miss Piggy motif and a pair of yellow cotton shorts with cute little frills on the elastic leg holes. The soft bulge in between her legs indicated that she was wearing a nappy. “This can’t be real,” though Kimmy, “I’m still dreaming!” She closed her eyes and opened them again…this seemed way too real to be a dream. She was being pushed down the street, strapped in a baby’s buggy, wearing baby clothes and a baby’s nappy. Kimmy didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled. Was she in trouble for playing in the buggy, and why had they put her into a nappy and baby clothes? Kimmy closed her eyes again pretending to be asleep. She pretended to be sleeping when they arrived home, when Mummy pulled off the shorts and checked the nappy, and when she felt Daddy lift her up to the top bunk and tuck her in, still wearing the cute bodysuit. Kimmy woke up at some point in the night with a huge pressure on her bladder, she sat up and went to go to the toilet when she suddenly remembered what she was wearing. She felt the puffy underwear secure between her legs, imprisoned by the poppers of her bodysuit. Would Mummy and Daddy be angry if she took it off? Perhaps she should just pee in the nappy instead? Or should she go and wake up Mummy? Her bladder decided for her, she couldn’t hold it for a second more and the floodgates opened, soaking the thirsty padding. It felt kind of nice, and warm, she led back down and stuck her thumb in her mouth, drifting back off to sleep. The next time she needed to go she didn’t even wake up, and her nappy was soaked once again while Kimmy slept like a baby…literally. Part 2 The next morning Kimmy was still fast asleep when Carol was ready to leave for work; Carol worked while Jack had always taken care of the girls. The two went up and checked on her, feeling her nappy…completely soaked. “What are we going to do?” asked Carol. “There must be something wrong,” said Jack, “I’ll ring and get her a doctor’s appointment after I’ve cleaned her up.” “I’d better get going,” said Carol, “I still need to drop Charlotte off at school. Don’t forget to ring the school and tell them she won’t be in.” Kimmy had been roused by their talking, she looked around groggily. “Wakey wakey sleepyhead,” said Carol softly, “Mummy has to leave for work now, but you get to stay home with Daddy today.” “No school?” mumbled Kimmy. “No, no school today,” she said. Jack reached up and lifted Kimmy down as easily as if she were a toddler, “Let’s get you clean and dry then darling.” “Huh?” “This nappy is wet,” he said, “we’d better get you changed before you get a rash.” He placed her on top of the old changing mat, which he’d brought down from the attic. He removed the bodysuit, un-taped the saturated nappy and cleaned her up with some baby wipes. “There we go,” said Jack in a sing-song voice, “does that feel better?” Kimmy nodded in reply. Jack took a clean nappy from the packet; Kimmy’s eyes widened…there were more? “Sorry love,” said Jack, “Mummy and I think you should keep wearing nappies until we find out what’s wrong with you. We don’t want you having another accident do we?” “Accident?” said Kimmy “Last night at Lucy and Mick’s we found you asleep in Jordanna’s buggy, you’d wet yourself so we had to put you in some of Jordanna’s old clothes and one of her old nappies.” Kimmy hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the buggy! And how could she have had an accident? She hadn’t had an accident since she was little. Jack slipped the fresh nappy underneath her bottom, after she was coated in Sudocrem and sprinkled liberally with some Johnson’s Baby Powder he taped her in snugly. The nappy had a cute design of little teddy bears. He then picked up the shorts she had worn last night, then went to the dresser and took out a clean vest, socks and her Rugrats t shirt; the gang of babies pictured on the front were all wearing nappies just like Kimmy, or “diapees” as they called them on the show. Kimmy could dress herself, but her Daddy insisted on doing so this morning. Once dressed, he brushed Kimmy’s auburn hair in to bunches and buckled her red Mary Janes onto her feet. Kimmy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; an adorable little toddler stared back at her. After breakfast Kimmy spent the morning watching videos and colouring, Daddy brought her some squash in a toddler beaker cup (another old treasure found in the attic). After lunch Daddy suggested she should take a little nap, he undressed her down to her vest, changed her wet nappy and tucked her up in bed. Kimmy had more of her “baby dreams” as she napped. This time she found herself securely strapped in a high chair, wearing a big plastic bib to protect her cute little dress, which so short that her puffy nappy poked out from underneath. Mummy fed her baby food, giving her praise for eating it all up like a good baby girl. Then it changed, Daddy was giving her a nappy change and blowing raspberries on her tummy. He was cooing at her like one might do for a little baby, mostly unintelligible gibberish, but Kimmy enjoyed it and giggled, her nappy crinkled as she gleefully kicked her legs. Then it changed again and she was sat in a playpen surrounded by colourful baby toys. She was wearing only her thick soft nappy and a t shirt, Charlotte was knelt outside the playpen playing peekaboo with her. This made Kimmy laugh, making her dummy drop out of her mouth (oh no!) but it was ok because it was clipped to her t shirt with a strap so she couldn’t lose it. Charlotte popped it back in her mouth. “There you baby sister!” she cooed. It changed again, now she was back in the buggy being pushed through the park, Kimmy was wearing only her nappy and bodysuit. She suddenly felt her nappy get warm, causing her to call for Daddy. Daddy stopped pushing and crouched down in front of her and checking her nappy. “Aww, did you wet again sweetheart?” he cooed… Kimmy opened her eyes, that last bit hadn’t been her dream, Daddy had actually lifted her out of bed and was checking her nappy. “Let’s get you changed darling,” said Daddy, setting her back down on the changing mat, “then we have to go and visit the doctor.” “No!” whined Kimmy, “I don’t want needles!” “Don’t worry sweetie,” he said, kissing her forehead, “You don’t need any needles today.” He set about changing her and redressed her in the cute outfit she was wearing earlier. He then coated her with sunscreen and popped a pink sunhat on her head. “Off we go,” he said taking her hand and leading her out of the front door. Kimmy felt a little disappointed that she didn’t get to go back in the buggy, as they walked down the street she pretended her legs were tired hoping Daddy might go back for it. Instead, Daddy just picked her up and carried her to the bus stop like a toddler. The doctor didn’t know what to make of it. She saw no medical reason that Kimmy should be having accidents at all. It was very puzzling. All she was able to do was advice Jack to keep her wearing protection. Mummy was waiting for them when they came out of the surgery; she’d stopped to pick them up on her way home. Daddy relayed to her everything the doctor said while Kimmy sat in the back, sucking her thumb and not really understanding any of it. “What’s that smell?” asked Mummy. Daddy turned to Kimmy in the backseat. “Did you go poo-poos darling?” he asked. Kimmy’s cheeks went pink, she guess she had. She hadn’t given it a second thought when the urge came, she just relaxed it into her nappy like she had done with her wee-wees all day. Now it had been pointed out she felt a bit silly, this wasn’t right! Kimmy went straight into the bath when they got home, she could usually wash herself but Mummy took care of it all tonight. After getting out Mummy powdered her all over, making her smell nice and babyish and got her into a fresh nappy. She pulled Kimmy’s Snow White nightie over her head. “Why is she still in nappies Mum?” asked Charlotte, then turning to Kimmy and sneered, “Are you turning into a smelly baby?” “Charlotte, stop teasing your sister,” snapped Mummy, “She can’t help it!” Kimmy found herself tucked up in bed much earlier than usual, Mummy and Daddy thought she was getting a bit cranky. “Sweet dreams darling,” said Mummy kissing her forehead. “Nighty-night sweetheart,” said Daddy, doing the same. “I’m not tired,” fussed Kimmy. “You’ve had a long day darling,” said Mummy, “we’ve got you a nice bottle of warm milk to soothe you to sleep.” Mummy pushed the teat into her mouth, holding it there until every drop was gone. Once finished, she popped a dummy into Kimmy’s mouth. Kimmy sleepily sucked on it until she drifted off. Tonight she didn’t wake up to use her nappy at all. Part 3 It was a few days after Kimmy went back into nappies. Kimmy had once again woken up to a sopping wet nappy, Mummy was changing her this morning. Kimmy didn’t much like her new nappies, the Huggies had run out and Mummy bought her some more. Money was tight, so she invested in some reusable terry towelling nappies, they were very thick, soft and fluffy and Kimmy found it difficult to walk in them, plus she had to wear noisy plastic panties with them. Her clothes wouldn’t fit over them either, so Lucy and Mick had given them the bag of Jordanna’s old baby clothes. Jordanna had been a chubby baby so they fitted Kimmy perfectly, even over her fat nappies. As Mummy finished pinning her fluffy dry nappies in place she tugged a pair of pink plastic panties over them, patterned with darker pink polka dots. Mummy then dressed her in a party dress of pastel blue satin, it had a fluffy built in petticoat, a lace trimmed bib collar adorned with a big pink bow, the puffed sleeves were also trimmed with lace and the hem rested just past the waist band of her matching nappy cover. Lace trimmed ankle socks and patent black Mary Jane’s adorned her feet. Finally Mummy plastered her with sunscreen and tied a white frilled bonnet on her head. “There we go cutie-pie,” said Mummy, “time to go!” It was Saturday so Mum didn’t have work, they were going around to Lucy and Mick’s for Jordanna’s fifth birthday party. Mummy held Kimmy’s hand while she waddled, with much difficulty, downstairs. Charlotte and Daddy were already waiting in the hall, Daddy picked Kimmy up and secured her in the buggy, popping a dummy in her mouth. “There we go baby girl!” he cooed. Mummy and Daddy had steadily been treating her more and more babyishly over the past few days, now it was if she were 8 months old instead of 8 years old. Kimmy was starting to regret wishing to be a baby again. When Mummy and Daddy first saw her having difficulty walking in her new nappies they got the old playpen from the attic and put her in it when they had to leave the room. This was to stop her trying to walk off and possibly fall and hurt herself. Then, Charlotte accidentally broke on of the dining chairs while swinging on it. They had no other chairs until Daddy had a brainwave, he went and found the old highchair and tried sitting Kimmy in it…she still fit! Kimmy had to use the highchair for every meal now, even when Mummy was a work and Charlotte was a school. Daddy even found some old bibs for her to wear. Next, Mummy decided the top bunk was now too dangerous for little Kimmy to sleep in, Charlotte was heavier than the weight restriction so she couldn’t sleep on the top bunk. Mummy and Daddy found the old cot and put it together in their room. Kimmy now spent her nights safely tucked up in her cot, just a few feet away from Mummy and Daddy. Kimmy blushed while Daddy pushed her down the street in her buggy, lots of kids from school could see her all kitted out like a baby and were laughing at her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her dummy bobbed in and out of her mouth, this just made them laugh more. Lucy and Mick greeted them warmly when they arrived. “Aww, she looks adorable,” said Lucy, “I did always like this party dress on Jordanna, she wore it for her second birthday, remember?” Lucy unbuckled Kimmy and picked her up, bouncing her up and down like a baby while she carried her into the house. “We found this while we were doing some more sorting,” she said, “We’ll keep it for when you come around to visit shall we?” Kimmy turned her head to see what she was talking about; Jordanna’s old highchair was set up next to the dining table. She sat Kimmy in it and bucked her in. Mummy took a bottle of milk and a big plastic bib out of the nappy bag, after tying the bib securely round her neck she held the bottle in Kimmy’s mouth for her to drink. She felt silly being in a highchair being fed like a baby while Jordanna and her little friends wore big kid party clothes and got to run around and play. Most of the party guests thought little of it, she was small enough that they believed her to be a real toddler. After her bottle Mummy fed her from a jar of pureed baby food, Kimmy hated these but Mummy and Daddy insisted they were good for her. She was then made to take a nap, Kimmy found this horribly unfair while the other kids were playing party games and started whingeing. “Oh dear,” said Daddy, “Are we getting cranky? You must really need a nap.” Kimmy’s soppy nappy was changed then Daddy strapped her into the buggy and tilted the seat back. She was parked in the back garden where it was quiet. Daddy popped a baby blankie over her and took a baby monitor out of the nappy bag, leaving it on the patio table before going back inside. Kimmy remembered the night she wished to be a baby, she sat back in the buggy and pictured herself as a baby and wished hard. Maybe if she wished hard enough she could be a big girl again. She chanted this in her head over and over again until she drifted off. Kimmy was awakened by Mummy checking her nappy; she saw Mummy’s face screw up when she discovered that she’d done a poo-poo. Her wishing didn’t work this time! Her messy nappy was changed right there in the back garden, then Mummy took her back inside and buckled her into the highchair. Kimmy had slept for a long time, the last couple of kids were being picked up by their parents. Now that her friends were gone Jordanna came over and started “coochie-cooing” poor Kimmy, who started fussing. “Where’s the baby’s dummy?” asked Jordanna, “she’s all fussy!” “Here it is,” said Daddy, popping it into Kimmy’s mouth and clipping it to her dress. Kimmy was sorry she ever wanted to be a baby again, it was no fun at all. All that she could so was use her nappy, have her nappy changed, be fed baby food and sleep, with grown-ups pausing to coo at her in between. Kimmy started crying. “Aww, come here precious,” cooed Mummy picking her up, she cradled her, rocking her back and forth, “Mummy’s here, it’s OK darling!” Kimmy struggled for a moment, until she finally gave up. Mummy cradled and cooed at her until she calmed down. *** Kimmy eventually became accustomed to her new life. Every day was the same, she woke up in her cot, Mummy or Daddy would change her sodden nappies and dress her in a cute babyish outfit, she would be strapped in her highchair to be fed some kind of mush for breakfast, followed by a bottle of formula. After breakfast she would either be put into her playpen or bouncer, or she would be strapped into the buggy and would go with Daddy to run errands. She didn’t go to school any more, school was for big girls. Lunchtime, she would be back in the highchair and fed more mush and another bottle of formula, naptime in her cot would follow. After naptime Daddy would spend time playing baby games with her such as peek-a-boo. Dinnertime (more mush and formula) came when Mummy and Charlotte came home. After bath time Kimmy would be read a bedtime story, fed a bottle of formula and tucked up in her cot. Wash, rinse, repeat. Part 4 - Thirteen Years Later – August 14th 2010 It was somebody’s birthday. That was clear to any passer-by of the Jempson house due to the “Birthday Girl” banners in the window. Sure enough, inside the house there was a birthday party taking place. The inside was decked out with balloons and banners with “Happy 21st Birthday” on them…only someone had taken a sharpie and crossed every “2” out so that they now read “Happy 1st Birthday”. The group of guests that arrived laughed at the little joke. “Where’s the birthday girl?” asked Jordanna, now 18 years old. “She’s up in the nursery with her Daddy having her bum changed,” said Carol, “She just did a big poo-poo before you arrived!” 3-year-old Taylor, Charlotte’s little girl, ran up to Carol and exclaimed “I do poo-poos in the toilet now, don’t I Nana? I don’t need a nappy anymore!” “That’s right,” said Carol, “You’re a big girl now!” Taylor ran into the living room and started playing with a balloon. Jack came in, holding Kimmy’s hand tightly. “May I present, our adorable little birthday princess!” he announced. This was followed with exclaims of delight at Kimmy’s adorable attire. Her party dress had a pink pattern of little bunny rabbits, it had huge puffed sleeves and a peter pan collar trimmed with lace. The dress flared at breast level and the hem stopped just at the waistband of her white pettipants covered with rows and rows of lace, which she wore over her massive nappies and noisy plastic panties. On her feet she wore white ankles socks trimmed with ruffles and pink ribbon, and a pair of white patent t-bar shoes. A matching set of pink satin bonnet and mittens, trimmed with white ruffles completed the look, along with set of pink leather reins; the words “Baby Kimmy” decorated the chest plate and there were little jingle bells attached so she made a jingly noise with every movement. Mummy greeted her with a big kiss, “Let’s get our little princess in her highchair so we can sing Happy Birthday!” It was a different highchair of course, as Kimmy grew she no longer fit into the baby stuff so Mummy and Daddy had new stuff custom made for her, she now had a huge cot the size of a single bed, a big wooden highchair with strong leather straps attached and a playpen with much higher bars to keep baby from climbing out. She also a big new buggy and car seat, which were intended for people with special needs. The strong leather straps held Kimmy securely in her highchair, everyone sang Happy Birthday to her, the cake had only one candle on it just like every birthday for the past thirteen years. “Make a wish darling,” cooed Daddy Kimmy knew what she wanted to wish for, she wished for it every year but it never came true. Only once had her wish ever come true, and all she had wanted since was to reverse it. Let Kimmy’s tale be a lesson to you. Be careful what you wish for! The End

Cwtched up in bed with a nappy on, watching a Disney film

Building blocks and chunky cars (with of those cool road map rugs)

Disney themed! A big comfy cot with Mickey Mouse bedding and Disney cuddlies, a wardrobe with cute clothes adorned with Disney designs, a changing table stacked with custom made Winnie the Pooh nappies, a baby bouncer and a big flat screen TV that I can watch Disney+ on while bouncing, a dressing up box filled with Disney costumes, a playpen with all the Toy Story toys inside for me to play with and one of those big train tracks with a train for baby to ride on...only me-sized!

Lille Suprem Fit with two boosters...thick, damp and warm

I hide my nappies inside my suitcase, it rarely gets used and no one looks inside it.

This is a re-upload of a story I wrote a long time ago, it got deleted a while back. Thanks to diddldum for sending this to me. Emma Jones was plain, with thin brown hair and grey eyes. She was quite short, only 4”11, and skinny. She was 18 and in her final year of school. For the past few years Emma had been fascinated by the idea of wearing nappies, when she was alone, she’d read diaper stories online. Everything was fine, until her father, Adam, lost his job. He worked as a supervisor in a warehouse for a company that made doors and windows, but thanks to the recession the company went under. After several failed job interviews he finally found work as one of those annoying people who go door to door, trying to sell broadband packages. He hated this job. One night in April, Emma’s mum, Sue was on the phone to her sister Amy. Amy owned a successful company named “Cutie Pie”, which manufactured stuff for babies and young children; they had a family discount which Emma’s mum used for her four-year-old brother, Sam. The conversation led to Adam’s work situation; they were threatening to fire him because he wasn’t hitting his sales targets. As it so happened, the manager of the main warehouse for Amy’s company was retiring and she wanted him to take over. She offered Adam the job and he accepted. Emma was happy for her dad at first, especially when she found out that the job paid a very generous wage, but then she found out that this warehouse was right next to the head office in Cardiff, which was miles away. “What about my friends” she had moaned. “It’s only about two hours in the car,” said Sue, “As soon as you pass your test you can come back and see them whenever you want.” “Well, what about school?” said Emma, “I can’t move schools now; my A-Levels are coming up.” “I won’t be starting until June,” Adam replied, “I’ll go up first and get us set up and then you guys can join me after your exams are over.” “Why can’t I stay here,” said Emma, “I’m 18 now, I can look after myself!” “With what, benefits? There’s no work around here, but there’s plenty of jobs in Cardiff,” said Sue, “your Auntie said she might even be able to give you a job.” “Fine,” she said, “but I’m moving out as soon as I can get a job.” A couple of weeks later Emma’s dad left for Cardiff. Meanwhile Emma was hard at work, when she wasn’t revising she was helping her mum to pack. One evening she was taking a study break, reading the latest entry on her favourite daily diapers story, when one of her friends called, asking her to go to the pub with them. She closed her laptop and left. While she was out, her mum was trying to switch her laptop on to check her emails, she wasn’t very good with computers and she had no idea what this “disk check” nonsense was about so she went to use Emma’s laptop. Later, Emma came home quite late, Sam and her Mum were in bed, so she quietly changed and crawled into bed. The next morning when she went downstairs she overheard her mother on the phone: “You can do that?..................oh thanks Amy, you’re a star!................yeah……..yeah, see you soon.” Emma was relieved that her exams were finally over; she was finally done with school. She was sad to be leaving though, they were leaving for Cardiff the day after her last exam, so she had one last night out with the girls, she had been so drunk, she couldn’t even remember what time she got home, she’d just collapsed onto her mattress (her bed had already been dismantled), fully dressed. “For god’s sake Emma get up, the movers will be here in an hour!” Emma awoke to her mother pulling the duvet off her. “Go and get in the shower!” When she got out of the shower, Emma went into her room with the towel wrapped around her, she had kept out some clean clothes to wear, but they were gone. “Mum, where are my clothes!” she yelled “I just packed them!” “But I need them, I can’t go naked!” “Hold on, I’ll be up now!” She appeared a minute later carrying a plastic bag. “Here’s your clothes, now lie down.” “What?” “Just lie down.” Her mother took the towel and laid it flat on the floor, motioning Emma to lie on it. Once Emma had lied down, she took out a shaver and removed Emma’s pubic hair. “What the fuck are you doing?!” “Lie down!” said Sue, pushing her back down to the floor. She then took out a thick disposable nappy, sliding it under Emma’s bum, after rubbing Sudo cream on her she taped it up. It was quite thick, but Emma could just about put her legs together. “Don’t get up!” Sue took out a pair of scissors and slit the nappy, and then she taped another one over the top. She helped Emma up and guided her feet into the legholes of some plastic pants, which had a Hello Kitty pattern on them; they fitted snuggly over her thick nappies. Some pink socks with lace trim went on her feet. “I’ve been looking at that website you like going on and all this stuff you’ve posted is very interesting,” she said, “Why didn’t you tell me you feel this way?” Emma could only stare, shocked and embarrassed. “If this is what you want you only had to ask, I’d love to have my baby girl back,” said Sue “But I don’t want…” “Shush now!” Sue interrupted, “Let Mummy get you dressed” She then produced a pink t shirt and pulled it over her head, Emma then realised that this was not a t shirt but a bodysuit, while she was wondering where on earth her mother could have found one in her size, Sue had already fastened the poppers and started dressing her in a pair of blue denim short dungarees with a pink heart embroidered on the chest pocket, and poppers in the crotch. She pulled out a pair of pink Lelli Kelly shoes, and helped Emma to slide her feet into them, fastening the velcro straps. Finally, she brushed Emma’s hair into bunches and stood back to admire her work. Tear filled up in her eyes. “Aww, I have my baby back!” she cooed. Emma followed her mother downstairs, the nappy crinkling loudly as she waddled along. Sam was already making a mess of his coco-pops when Emma sat down at the table. Her mother tied a pink bib around her neck while Sam teased her: “Emma’s a baby, Emma’s a baby” “Eat properly,” said Sue, pointing to his breakfast covered t shirt, “or would you like to have a bib like your baby sister?” She prepared a bowl of coco-pops for Emma and spoon-fed it to her. “I can feed myself mum!” “I know baby,” she cooed, “but the movers will be here soon and mummy doesn’t want a big mess to clean up.” Her mother spooned the last bit of breakfast into her mouth just as the moving van pulled up outside. She handed Megan a baby bottle filled with blackcurrant squash and told them to play in the back garden out of the way. Emma went to take the bib off. “No, leave it on sweetheart, we don’t want you to spill squash on your cute little outfit now do we?” “You’re a baby,” said Sam, rolling about on the grass laughing. A little while later Sue opened the back door. “Come on then kids, time to go,” she said, “Sam, do you need a wee before we go?” Sam dashed off the toilet. “I need to go,” said Emma. “Well go on then, nothing’s stopping you.” “But…” “Babies don’t need to worry about going to the toilet; mummy will change you if you need it.” When Sam came back from the toilet, Sue changed him into a clean t shirt, and then they were ready to leave. Sam jumped into his booster seat and Sue buckled his seatbelt for him, while Emma got into the passenger seat. “No, babies sit in the back sweetheart.” She opened the back door, where there was a pink car seat waiting, big enough for Emma to fit. “Where on earth is she getting all this baby stuff?” Emma though to herself, as Sue strapped her in with the five-point harness, she handed her the untouched bottle, which she had “accidentally” left in the back garden and clipped a dummy to her bib. “Make sure you drink up your bottle sweetheart, it’s a hot day,” she said, “If you want more I’ve got some, and I have some fruit shoots for you Sam, if you get thirsty.” She shut the car door and got in the front. Soon, they were speeding down the M5. Emma shifted about as much as the snug straps would let her, trying to get comfortable. She still needed to wee. She was still holding the full bottle in her hand, she gave in and drank it; she was thirsty. She soon drifted off to sleep. She awoke to her mother gently shaking her; they were in a service station car park. “Where are we?” “We’re just outside Bristol, I’m just nipping your brother to the loo, do you want to come or are you going to stay here and go back to sleep.” Of course, Emma did not want random strangers gawking at her, so she chose to stay in the car; the windows were tinted so no one would see her. “OK, I’ll open the window so you can have some air.” Brilliant, now she was on display to anyone who walked past and she couldn’t close the window with the engine turned off. Several idiots walked past, staring and laughing at her. She tried to hide herself, but it was useless; two girls about her age even came right up to the car to get a good look, one turned to the other: “Oh my God, she is wearing nappy, you owe me a fiver!” Then, she noticed that her mother had left the keys in the car, she fiddled with the straps until she was free, just as she was about to take the keys out, her mother opened the car door. It made her jump and her bladder gave and she soaked her nappy. “Tut tut tut,” said her mum, strapping her back in, “we can’t have you wriggling out of your seat while mummy’s driving, that’s not very safe is it?” Before Emma could answer she reached into her handbag and pulled out a pair of pink satin mittens, and pulled them onto her hands, she tied them on tightly so that Emma couldn’t wriggle her hands out of them. “There we go” cooed Sue, pushing Emma’s dummy into her mouth. Emma went to take the dummy out of her mouth, but she realised that the mittens didn’t have any thumbs and they were too thick to be able to grab anything. She tried telling her mother that her nappy was soaked, but all that came out was muffled gibberish and drool, which dripped down her chin and onto her bib. She was stuck in her uncomfortable wet nappy for another hour, until they finally arrived at Auntie Amy’s. They would be staying here until her parents found them their own house. Amy lived in a big, posh house just outside of Cardiff, with six bedrooms and a huge garden with a tennis court and a pool. Amy and their dad were waiting to meet them when they arrived. “How’s my favourite nephew?” she said hugging Sam. Amy turned her attention to Emma, who was still in the car and she examined the car seat. “Wow, that is a perfect fit,” she marvelled “Yes, you did a wonderful job on it Amy, thank you,” said Sue. “Yes, and she looks adorable!” said Emma’s dad, unstrapping her and picking her up easily, as if she were an actual baby. They went inside, Adam carrying Emma on his hip. She had to go again, really badly, but she wasn’t sure the nappy would hold anymore. She tried putting her legs together to hold it in, but the thick nappy wouldn’t let her, so once again she flooded the nappy. This time, a damp patch appeared on the crotch of her dungarees and on her dad’s t shirt. “Oh dear,” cooed Sue, “It looks like some needs a nappy change.” Emma was placed on a plastic changing mat and her clothes were removed; she really wished her dad and cousins weren’t watching. She was cleaned up, but this time her mother added a third nappy. “There we go,” she cooed, “no more leaking.” Soon Emma was dressed in a clean bodysuit, sitting on her mum’s lap being fed a bottle of formula, while Sam and her cousins got to eat spaghetti bolognaise. Emma spent the rest of the day being teased by her cousins. “Can I give her her next Nappy change Auntie Sue?” asked Lauren. “Next time she needs a change, I’ll show you how to do it As soon as this was said, the one thing that Emma had been dreading happened. She let out a loud fart and squirted into her damp nappy. Amy was the nearest, and she smelled it first. “Uh-oh!” she cooed, “smells like someone’s bottle did its job!” “Someone needs a clean nappy!” cooed Sue, who was armed with wet wipes and clean nappies, “gather ‘round kids, and see how it’s done!” Despite Emma’s muffled protests, she was pinned to the ground by her auntie, while her dad removed Emma’s rank nappies. Sue cleaned all the poo away, taking her time to make sure she did a thorough job, while Emma lay there, helpless and humiliated. It seemed to take forever, but she was finally taped back into her clean nappies. Her clothes were replaced and she was given another bottle of formula, it was then decided that it was time for Emma’s beddy-byes. At any other time she would have rebelled against a 6 o’clock bedtime, but she was emotionally exhausted and wanted to be alone, so she did not fuss when her dad picked her up, carried her upstairs and tucked her into a large cot, that was at the foot of her parents’ bed. She did not even bother wondering where they got one big enough, it had all obviously been custom made, courtesy of Auntie Amy. Emma had hoped that it was all a nightmare, but the next morning she awoke to her mum checking her soaked nappies. She lowered the side and helped Emma out of the cot. “Let’s get you all dwessed up for church.” She cooed. Emma heard the word “church” and immediately started to struggle; in the process she accidently punched her mum in the face. “Adam get in here and help me!” she yelled. Emma’s dad came in held her down, allowing her mum to strip her. She was then laid over her mum’s knee and given several sharp slaps on her bare bottom, while she kicked and bawled, begging and pleading through her dummy. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” asked Sue firmly. Emma stared at the floor and nodded, her face red and tear stained. “Good, now lie down,” she said in a softer voice. Emma did not fight while she was dressed for the day, her bottom stung. Some pink rhumba panties went over her bulging plastic pants. She was then dressed in some pink lace trimmed socks and some black patent mary janes. Finally, she was dressed in a short pink sleeveless sundress patterned with butterflies, it completely showed off her thick nappies, she looked ridiculous. Emma wasn’t even surprised to see the oversized pink highchair waiting in the dining room. Lauren was delighted with the task of spoon-feeding Emma her porridge, deliberately missing her mouth so she had a messy face. When they arrived at the church, Emma’s mum got a pushchair out of the boot and yes, it was for Emma and it was pink. Her bottom was still sore from earlier, reminding her what would happen if she resisted, so she just gave in and allowed herself to be strapped in to the pushchair. She got a lot of funny looks as she was wheeled indoors. Amy was already there, talking to Bethan, her grown up daughter, she was married with a 3-year-old daughter named Ruby, who couldn’t stop giggling at Emma. “I don’t wear nappies any more, do I Mammy?” she said proudly. “No, you don’t,” replied Bethan, “because you’re a big girl.” “I’m a big girl and Emma is a baby,” she said, giggling. Emma, at the end of her tether, muttered a very rude word under her breath, Ruby heard. “Emma said the f word in church!” Sue gave Emma a sharp slap on her leg, before replacing her dummy. “If you misbehave again, your nappies will be off for a bare bottom spanking in front of everyone!” she hissed, tying her mittens on. The service was very long and dull, so Emma soon drifted off, when she woke up, they were by the car and her dad was releasing her from the pushchair, only to be restrained in her car seat seconds later. Emma didn’t care anymore, she just wanted to get home and out of public view. But they didn’t go home, Adam took a turn in the opposite direction, minutes later they arrived at Brewster’s. Both Amy and Bethan’s cars had arrived too; they were already getting the kids out of the car. “Yay!” cheered Sam, “can I play in the play area?” “Yes you can all go to the play area before we have lunch.” That day was more horrific than Emma’s worst nightmares. Her parents insisted on her playing in the ball bit with all the other babies. Ruby and Sam were told to play nicely with baby Emma. Everyone there was staring, five year olds were laughing at her and to make matters worse, her nappy needed changing. She certainly did not want to be changed in a public place; she just hoped that her nappy would hold it until she got home – it didn’t. She was eating her lunch when it happened. She needed to pee again; she knew the nappy wouldn’t hold any more so she attempted to tell her mother, who was feeding her, that she needed changing. Poor Emma couldn’t get a word in edgeways, as soon as she swallowed one mouthful, Sue quickly stuffed more in. After she was finished, her dummy was put back in her mouth and Sue diverted her attention to her own lunch. Finally Emma could not hold it anymore and she felt her nappy grow warm. By the time she was done she was sitting in a puddle of urine that had leaked out, which had now started dripping on the floor. Emma started bawling from the humiliation, everyone was staring at her many struggling to hold back their laughter. She was quickly ushered into the baby changing room by her parents, who locked the door behind them. “Naughty girl,” hissed Sue, slapping her leg, “why didn’t you say you needed changing.” “I twied to.” She mumbled through her dummy. After she was changed they decided it was time to go. Coming out of the changing room, Emma noticed one of the staff glaring at her; she’d obviously had to clean up after her. The next day Adam and Amy went to work and Emma’s cousins went to school, so poor Emma was stuck being tortured by her mum all day. She’d been left strapped in her highchair while her mother cleaned up after breakfast, with a few baby toys that had been put on the tray for her to play with. She couldn’t pick them up with her mittens on – not that she wanted to. She was struggling to get used to her new nappies; after yesterday’s incident her mother started using thick terry towelling nappies on her, hoping they would be more absorbent. Unfortunately they were much thicker especially as her mum had insisted on four layers to make sure she was well protected. Emma struggled to walk in them, so she was forced to crawl like an infant. Emma was forced to sit in a playpen full of baby toys all day watching cbeebies while Sue did housework. Sam alternated between playing outside and teasing “Baby Emma” inside. After what seemed like forever, her cousins arrived home from school, begging Sue to let them take “the baby” out for a walk in her pram. “Of course you can,” she said, “just let me change her bum, I bet she’s soaked.” “Ooh, let me do it,” begged Lauren, “I hope to start babysitting soon, it’ll be great practice!” “Ok, but let your brother and sisters help you, she’s a lot stronger than the average baby.” Lauren grabbed Emma’s hand and dragged her upstairs, closely followed by Sam and her cousins. “Right then,” said Lauren, removing Emma’s bodysuit, “Callum, hold her down, Sophie get me four clean nappies and Daisy get the Sudo Cream and the wet wipes.” “What can I do?” asked Sam. “Get a cuddly toy from the cot and keep the baby occupied while we change her.” Emma struggled against Callum, who although only twelve, was bigger and stronger than she was. Sam waved an Upsy Daisy toy in front of her face as if he actually thought it would interest her. As soon as she was in fresh nappies, Lauren dressed her in a short sundress patterned with colourful flowers, white lace trimmed socks and her Lelli Kelly shoes “All ready to go,” she said enthusiastically, “We’re going to the park, the neighbourhood kids can’t wait to meet you” “You did a lovely job Lauren!” said Sue, helping Lauren to wrestle a struggling Emma into her pushchair. “Now, you be a good girl, if I hear anything about you being naughty you’ll be sorry!” she said to Emma, sliding her dummy into her mouth and putting her hands in her mittens. Emma’s cousins took her for a walk every day after school. They would walk her to the park and leave her in her pram near a bench while they would all go and talk to their friends. She was not short of “company” though; every kid in the park argued over who would get to take her for a walk or change her nappy, which Lauren seemed to be encouraging. One day it was really warm (about 30 degrees) and she was only wearing a bodysuit, which had “Daddy’s Little Princess” written on it. “Aww it looks like Daddy’th Wittle Pwintheth needs a nappy change!” Four teenage girls she had never met before towered over her; there was a set of twins, a short girl with blonde curls and a tall girl with long dark hair. The taller of them was also the meanest, calling her all sort of horrible names, which was much worse than the simple teasing she’d had from other kids. The girl snatched Emma’s dummy out of her mouth, and although she would have usually been grateful for this, she was so startled that she actually started crying, which they teased her for. Emma’s crying alerted Lauren of what was going on and she started to come over. The four girls ran off, but not before they tipped over Emma’s pram. Emma’s head hit the ground, knocking her out. She came to a few minutes later, she had been released from the pram and someone had put her in the recovery position. Lauren, Sophie and Daisy were all looking down at her. “My poor baby!” came the hysterical voice of her mother, who was running towards her, closely followed by Callum, Sam and Adam. “If you grass on me you’ll wish you’d never been born,” muttered Lauren. “I still think we should take her to the hospital,” said Sue, as she wheeled Emma’s pram up the hill towards the house, “she could have a concussion.” “It’s pointless waiting in A&E for three hours for them to tell us that she’s fine,” said Adam, “we should just put her straight to bed when we get in.” “Okay.” said Sue, “Lauren, how exactly did this happen.” “I’m really sorry Auntie Sue, it was an accident,” said Lauren, “we were getting ready to leave and when I started to push the pram I tripped and knocked the pram over. I’m so so sorry.” “That’s ok Lauren,” said Adam, helping Sue to carry the pram up the front steps, “It was an accident’s and she’s ok.” “That’s not what happened!” said Emma. She started to tell them what had been going on that week, Amy came out of the kitchen and listened too. “Why bother?” she thought whilst she was telling them, “They won’t believe me, they think Lauren’s too perfect and sweet to do this” “Lauren, is this true?” demanded Amy. “Of course not! She just hit her head she’s obviously delusional!” she nudged Callum, “I’m telling the truth aren’t I?” Callum backed Lauren up, so did the girls. “I think we should take her to the hospital,” said Sue in a worried voice, “Daisy can you get me some spare nappies and put them in my handbag please?” “Wait Mummy!” said Sam, “they’re lying, and Emma’s telling the truth!” All the adults looked at Lauren. “You weren’t even there!” said Lauren “But you did the same thing all week!” “You little brat!” she said grabbing him by his t shirt, “Stop lying! “Lauren, upstairs now!” yelled Amy, “I’ll deal with you later!” Lauren had been grounded, plus Amy had told her that she was not allowed to start babysitting. Amy had threatened the names of the four girls out of her and she and Sue went and told tales to their parents. So she was dreading school on Monday; Kayleigh and Saffron Smith, Mandy Cox and Megan Smith were girls you didn’t want as your enemies. Thankfully for Lauren, the girls were glad, at least Mandy and the twins were, since their parents wouldn’t let them be friends with Megan anymore. As it turned out they were all scared of her, but were harmless without her ordering them around. They even asked if they could come round and apologise to Emma. Meanwhile at the house, Sue was fussing over Emma more than usual. She’d decided that it would be best to leave the visits to the park for a while. Instead she’d leave Emma in her pram in the front garden for her afternoon nap, so she could get some fresh air. She didn’t get much napping done; she was more preoccupied with all the kids that were laughing at her as they walked past on their way home from school, so she spent the time alone trying to figure out how to get her mittens off, sadly her attempts were unsuccessful. Mandy, Kayleigh and Saffron came round that afternoon to apologise, with a big bag of white chocolate buttons. Her mum took her mittens off so she could eat them, she’d never been a huge lover of white chocolate, but it made a nice change from the disgusting baby food she was usually fed. Emma was surprised at how nice they were without Megan. Speak of the devil, there had been a “Megan Sighting” a boy in their year who live across the road from her had snapped a picture of her leaving the house that morning with her parents, by now everyone at their school had seen it, and Kayleigh took out her phone to show Emma the picture. The picture showed Megan walking to her parents’ car wearing nothing but a very thick nappy and a pink t shirt, her hair was in bunches and her face was screwed up in disgust. Emma could not help laughing at this, even though she knew her situation was no better. Emma and the girls became quite good friends, they were fifteen, so only a few years younger than her. They came around several times a week when the summer holidays started and Emma would listen to their gossip about people in their year, it was a nice change to hear about stuff that didn’t involve a CBeebies character. One morning, Emma’s woke up to her mum’s usual cooing. “Let’s get you dwessed sweetheart!” Sue changed her nappy and dressed her for the day. It was a very warm day so she was just dressed in a Hello Kitty bodysuit and some pink socks After Mandy, Kayleigh and Saffron had been round for their visit Emma was parked outside in her pram for her afternoon nap; but not before her mother plastered her with sunscreen and popped a pink sunhat on her head. She sat out in the sun, watching the world go by as she sucked on her dummy. Soon she heard someone calling down the street. “Megan sweetheart, where are you?!” At that moment she watched someone jump over the garden wall to hide. She was sure she had seen this girl somewhere before. The girl turned around and she recognised her instantly, it was Megan! But she looked so different; her hair had been cut really short and thinned out, just like a real baby and she had a dummy strapped into her mouth. She wore a yellow sunhat, a short yellow sundress with matching bloomers that accentuated her thick nappy and white sandals. She was strapped into white leather baby reigns, she was obviously trying to run away from her mother, whose calling was getting rather frantic now. Megan looked at Emma, her eyes burning with hatred. “Thith ith all your fault!” she lisped through her dummy. Megan ran towards Emma, and her mittened hands reached out and grabbed onto the pram. She started pushing Emma out of the front garden, whilst she was screaming for her mother to help. Megan stopped at the top of the hill and let go, the pram sped down the steep hill with a terrified Emma inside; there was a busy road at the bottom. Helpless, Emma shut her eyes, prayed and waited for the crash. At the bottom a car slammed into her after a failed attempt to stop in time, and then everything went black. Emma woke up, she felt a bright light on her eyelids and she was lying in bed, had it all been a dream, or was she dead? She woke up and saw her mum and dad sitting at her bedside, her mum’s face was tear stained, that’s when she realised that she was in a hospital room. “Sweetheart, we thought we lost you,” said Sue, tearing up again “I’m so sorry.” It turned out that Emma had a broken leg and two broken arms, which meant that like it or not, she was completely dependent on her parents until they healed. The worst part was that she’d suffered nerve damage rendering her incontinent, which meant she’d be in nappies for the rest of her life. Sue and Adam promised her that as soon as she was better she could go back to being a grown up. A grown up in nappies but at least she’d be changing them herself. She later found out that Megan had been charged with GBH, Emma had to give a statement to the police, and she found out she could go to prison for up to five years. “Not long enough!” Lauren had said. By the time she got out of hospital, her parents had rented their own house and she finally had her own room again. All her adult stuff was back; her laptop, her TV, everything except for her bed. She was absolutely furious when she saw the cot set up where her bed should have been. Her mother had said that she didn’t want her falling out of bed and hurting herself even more. Her parents continued to baby her and her mother still dressed her in her baby clothes, which she wasn’t happy about, although she couldn’t argue with the fact that short dresses and crotch snaps were much more practical for nappy changes and easier to get on over her plaster casts. Nonetheless, she couldn’t wait to get them off and go back to normal; she was getting sick of being spoon-fed, carried around, bathed, changed, dressed and fussed over by her parents. Even her dad, who never used to freak out as much as her mum, had become increasingly overprotective of her. Sue had promised her a new wardrobe since her old stuff wouldn’t fit over her nappies, she would normally have been excited about this but she knew that she would no longer be able to wear skinny jeans, which was pretty much all she wore pre-nappy. After about six weeks her arms finally healed, but her leg cast stayed on. Sue still insisted on helping her despite Emma’s complaints. After eight weeks Emma’s leg cast finally came off, and as promised, her mother took her clothes shopping, since most of her old clothes didn’t fit her any more. All that fitted her were her leggings, but they were still quite tight and didn’t do a very good job of hiding her bulky nappy; she was down to just one adult disposable during the day, but this was still pretty thick, because Emma was a heavy wetter. To bed, she wore her terry nappies. She was now changing her own nappies, except for her night ones as she still hadn’t gotten the hang of the pins. She returned from her shopping trip pretty miserable. Nothing good would fit her right; she used to wear teenage sizes, but now she had to get adult sizes to fit over her nappy. Her mother had to take up all the trousers because they were too long for her, and it wasn’t easy, having to give up her beloved skinny jeans. If she wanted leggings, she had to wear a long top or sweater to hide the obvious nappy bulk. She ended up buying lots of skirts and dresses, which she hardly ever wore in the old days; she’d never been a huge girly girl. Emma’s anguish really inspired Amy though; she decided to do a line of clothing for older children and teenagers who couldn’t find stylish clothes to fit over their protection. So Emma finally had that job she’d been dying for; Amy had asked her to help with the project, doing things such as helping to design the clothing. Emma had a good understanding of what young people liked to wear and she knew, from experience, that the last thing they wanted was to wear something that looked even remotely like baby clothes. They even tricked Lauren into modelling the teenage girl clothes for them when the original model pulled out last minute. Amy had told her that she could start babysitting again if she “helped out” with the photo shoot. Within minutes of arriving, she found herself wearing one of Emma’s nappies and a pair of jeans that had been made with extra room for a nappy. She was pissed at first, but she soon got into it and started fancying herself a model and she really excited- perhaps a little too excited as some pee had escaped into her nappy. The clothing line was a success and Amy let Emma have all the clothes from the teenage line for free. She found a new passion in fashion and clothes, and the following September she enrolled in a course at a local college, with her sights set on being a stylist. In the meantime she’d also started designing t-shirts to sell on eBay for some extra cash; they were mostly fun novelty ones. Two years later... Emma couldn’t believe she had been in Nappies for this long. A lot has changed since then. Emma was now working behind the bar at Wetherspoon’s and she had just finished the first year of her college course and she had one year to go. She now lived in a flat in Cardiff with her friend Lily. Lily had been Emma’s best friend back in Devon, but now she was studying at Cardiff University and the two of them shared the flat, which was above a chip shop. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Emma really liked her nappies, now that she was doing it by herself, which was all she’d ever wanted (rather than being nappied by her mother and being paraded around in public). Most of her baby clothes had been thrown away, but Emma managed to save a few bits without anyone knowing. She’d saved some clothes, bibs, dummies and bottles, which she kept hidden in a locked suitcase in her wardrobe. Of course she only used these when she was home alone, which was quite lucky about, because Lily seemed to spend more time at her boyfriend’s than she did at their flat nowadays. Emma had even met someone! George was a year older than her and he was doing a mechanics course at her college, he was the cousin of Zoë, a girl on her course and they met at her 21st birthday party. They’d been going out for six months now and things were getting serious. Emma had confessed her secret love of nappies to him and he had expressed interest and said something rather unexpected; he asked her to put him in nappies and baby him a little, so he could see what it was like. Emma agreed. The summer holidays were near, and Lily would be going home to visit her family for a few weeks, so Emma and George would have the place to themselves. George would be staying at the flat while Lily was away, and the two of them would have a little fun. Emma stood looking out the window, she watched Lily start her car and drive away. She waited a little while, in case she forgot something and came back. After about an hour, she decided to start getting things ready. George would be arriving in about an hour and a half after his shift at Tesco ended. She unlocked the suitcase containing all of her baby things and took out a cute bubble romper, which was yellow with white polka dots. She laid this out on the bed, along with a nice thick nappy, some plastic panties patterned with teddy bears and a pair of Emma’s slippers, they were made of white wool and kind of looked like booties. Emma’s nappy was wet so she changed herself and put on a bodysuit with a Minnie Mouse pattern, brushed her hair into bunches and started sucking on a dummy. When George arrived, he complimented Emma on how cute she looked. “Well pretty soon you’re gonna look even cuter,” she replied. “Impossible,” he said, “no one can look cuter than you!” George got out of the shower and walked into Emma’s room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Emma took the towel and dried him off, before setting the towel on the floor for him to lie on, and then she took a razor, shaving off his pubic hair. She slipped the nappy under his butt, sprinkling a generous amount of powder on his crotch to make him smell nice and babyish. After she taped up his nappy, he thought he was done and started to get up, he was surprised when Emma stopped him and gently pushed him back down. “Wha-?” he began, but before he could say any more, Emma took her dummy out of her mouth and popped it in his, which he immediately began sucking. Emma threaded his feet through the leg holes of the plastic panties, and then she stood him up and pulled them over his bulky nappy. She pulled the romper over his head, gently helping his arms through the puffed sleeves and finally, she fastened the snaps in the crotch. After sliding the slippers on his feet, she produced a set of baby reins. They were made of white leather and there was a picture of Winnie the Pooh on the front. Her mum used to use these to keep her in her playpen. Emma was surprised when he allowed her to strap him in. “Teatime!” she said, pulling on the reins and leading him into the kitchen. She attached the reins to the chair and started to prepare some porridge for him. Emma tied a bib around his neck and she spoon-fed him, deliberately making a mess of his face. They could not stop giggling as the porridge was smeared all round his mouth and dripped onto his bib. After that the two cuddled up on the settee and watched The Rescuers, both with baby bottles full of milk. Emma and George both fell asleep before the movie finished. Emma had fallen asleep with her head resting on George’s lap, completely unaware that she would wake up in a few hours when his nappy leaked… The End

Abena with a towel nappy over the top. Soaking wet of course, i just woke up.