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Chapter 11 The family was gathered together, watching a kids’ movie. The lights were dimmed, and mama and Anna were comfortably nestled on the couch, while Eri was seated on the floor. Despite Erica’s protests and desire to watch something more mature, mama had insisted on putting on something more kid-friendly. And so they were now in the midst of an animated movie, with its bright colours and boisterous characters, which definitely appealed to Anna, but even Erica – who had initially complained about having to watch a kids’ show – also found herself being entertained by it. She wouldn’t admit it, of course. In her hands Anna was holding a baby bottle filled with warm milk, which she was sucking on while watching the movie. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence – mama has been trying to wean Anna off the bottle for a while now – but every couple of days she would still prepare a bottle of formula for the girl just before bedtime. It was useful for getting Anna settled and ready for bed. Erica was used to this sight, of course. She’d seen it multiple times a week, after all. But she’d always wondered what it would be like. It had some sort of an unusual appeal to Erica – it’s been a long time since she’d stopped drinking out of a bottle herself, but she remembered it as a soothing, comforting experience – albeit not an experience that should be had by a twelve year-old. She wrote her feelings off as simple curiosity, nothing more, but in the past few weeks – perhaps also because she was now diapered – those feelings were intensifying. The warm milk worked as intended, and combined with the dimmed room and the soft white noise from the television, Anna was quickly dozing off. It was bedtime – for Anna at least. “Alright, Anna dear,” mama said, as she lifted her daughter in her arms. “Time for bed.” She carried Anna to her bedroom, and, while the young girl made a bit of a fuss, wanting to complete the movie, she was far too groggy to put up much of a fight. Mama tucked the girl in, and she was out like a light. This was Erica’s chance – with Anna now asleep, and her own bedtime still a ways to go, she had every opportunity to switch to something else… except she didn’t. By this point she was already rather invested in the movie, and no longer felt any desire to stop watching. Meanwhile, mama returned from the bedroom. She picked up Anna’s empty bottle from the couch, then headed to the kitchen to give it a wash. She then rejoined Eri at the living room, and sat herself back down on the couch. On her hands, however, was yet another freshly-prepared bottle of warm milk. “Eri, dear, why don’t you join me on the couch?” she asked her daughter. Erica, still engrossed in the movie, shifted onto the couch without much thought, seated right next to mama. Mama then gently shifted Erica down to a lying position, and had the girl’s head rested comfortably on her lap – which was the perfect position for mama to then invite the bottle into the unsuspecting girl’s mouth. That caught Erica off-guard. She had been so captivated by the movie that she hadn’t realised that mama had come back with a bottle of milk. Her first instinct was to try to spit the bottle out – but did she really need to? Anna was fast asleep. It was just her and mama now – and this could be their little secret. Erica had perhaps a bit too obvious when she stole those glances at Anna’s bottles – too obvious, in fact, that it didn’t take much thinking for mama to figure out what Eri wanted. And mama thought she’d indulge in her elder daughter’s desires, just for a little bit. The girl quickly realised that there was no need to fight against what was happening. She relaxed herself, allowing the weight of her head to rest on mama’s lap, and began sucking on the bottle. At this moment she felt so incredibly babyish. Her little sister Anna at least held the bottle on her own; while she on the other hand was being bottle-fed, much like a baby would. But it was just as comforting as she’d remembered it to be, feeling the milk warm up her belly. The milk was slightly sweet, and – as much as she hated to admit it – it was tastier than she’d expected. No longer focused on the movie, she cozied up to mama’s body and closed her eyes, letting mama feed her. “Good girl.” cooed mama, as she continued to hold the bottle up to Erica’s mouth with one hand, while she used the other hand to gently stroke her daughter’s head. Halfway through the bottle – maybe because of the warmth of the milk, or maybe because of her current babied state – she released her bladder. It wasn’t really intentional – she was just too occupied with her current situation that her need to pee didn’t quite register in her mind. In fact, if she hadn’t felt the warm pee flowing to the back of her diaper and soaking into the padding, she probably wouldn’t have noticed that she was having a bit of an accident. Not that it bothered her at all, though. In fact, it was perhaps a feeling that she’d relished. As Erica gradually reached the end of her bottle she slowed down. She was getting full, and also getting very drowsy. Gently, mama took the bottle out of her daughter’s mouth. “Ready for bed, sweetie?” she asked – to which she got a simple groan as a response. Clearly she was ready, although she would probably be a little bit reluctant to get off mama’s lap. Still, mama slowly helped the girl up – if Erica had been a just little bit smaller she could have probably managed to carry her – held her hand, and led her to her bedroom, where Anna was already sound asleep. As they walked she noticed the slight sag of Eri’s soggy diaper, but knew that it would be fine till morning. She tucked the girl in, and, after one last stroke of her forehead, quietly exited the room. *** That night saw Erica’s deepest sleep in a long while. When she groggily opened her eyes the next morning she noticed that the sun was out in full force, and that Anna’s bed next to hers was already empty, which meant that she was the last to wake this morning. That bottle of milk had definitely worked its magic, in more ways than one. Her diaper was soaked. That was nothing new, and definitely not a surprise considering her intake of liquid just before bed. It still felt warm against her skin, which probably meant that she had wet not long ago. Or at least, her most recent wetting was not long ago – she would likely have wet more than once last night, considering how wet the diaper was. Aside from a lovely night of sleep and a soaked diaper, the milk was now also taking effect in yet another fashion. The dull, slightly throbbing ache in her belly was a signal to Erica. A signal that she needed to poop – and fast. This wasn’t quite common, as her poops normally didn’t come in this early in the morning. But perhaps last night’s milk was enough to get her bowels moving. For Erica, who was already in a soaked diaper anyways, it didn’t quite matter. Still on her bed, she turned around and got on all fours, with her palms and knees resting on the mattress. All it took, then, was a gentle push, and the mess very quickly began filling her diaper. It wasn’t a large poop, but it had a much softer, slightly liquidy consistency which spread against the padding with ease, first at the bum area, before some of it also made its way to the front. It didn’t take much time at all to empty her bowels, and to alleviate the ache in her belly. With that settled, her attention shifted to the warm sensations that now coated her bum. She was no stranger to poopy diapers by now, but that didn’t make them any less appealing to the girl. She turned back around and sat down at the edge of the bed, feeling the mess squish against her. For a moment she worried about leaking and her heart sank – her diaper was thoroughly soiled, and with soft poo no less. She wondered if she’d inadvertently squished some of the poop out of her diaper by sitting down. But when she stood up and took a cursory glance at the spot where she’d just sat, it was completely clean and dry – much to her relief. And when she looked down at her own diaper, along the sides and back, it was completely fine as well. It was very obviously soiled, but everything was confined, safely, within the leak guards. Relieved, she sat down once again, this time her action slightly more deliberate. She felt satisfied and safe – and was in no hurry to be changed. She knew, after all, that eventually, mama would come in, and handle it all. For now, she was just happy to bask in the morning sun – and her dirty diaper. Mama did indeed pop in soon enough, and she could immediately tell that a change was in order before breakfast. She was rather amused at the sight – her daughter, sitting comfortably at the edge of her bed, with a content smile on her face, all while sitting in a very messy diaper. “Goodness gracious, Erica.” mama said. “I knew you were a bedwetter, but have you finally pooped the bed too?” “I haven’t, mama!” Erica was quick to defend herself. “I was only wet when I woke up. But then I needed to poo too, so I just went.” This would have been a rather ridiculous defense to have come out of a twelve year old’s mouth – but since this was Erica, it was, perhaps, well within expectation for mama. Although messy, the diaper change was quite a quick and easy one. Since the poo was soft and just a little bit runny, it wiped off easily without sticking to the skin – much to the delight of mama, who then decided that it would be a good idea to bottle feed her more regularly. And, glancing at Eri, who was lying on the ground, all too happy to have her bum wiped, she knew without a doubt that her daughter was already looking forward to another bottle that night.

Chapter 10 Mama and her two daughters were gathered at the dinner table. Tonight was a relatively simple affair, just a simple stir-fry with a side of rice. As they had their meals the three of them were also immersed in small talk, which was mainly dominated by mama, who was talking about how Anna was due to start elementary school in the coming spring. “You need to learn to use the potty like a big girl, dear,” mama teased Anna, as she fed herself a small spoonful of rice. The younger girl had technically been in potty training for quite a while now, but progress has been minimal, and regular underwear still seemed like a long way to go. “Not many girls your age are still in diapers,” she continued. “Big girls know how to use the potty by themselves.” She wasn’t being very convincing, though, especially with her older daughter now in diapers. “But mama,” Anna retorted. “Eri’s a big girl and she’s in diapers just like I am!” Eri continued to feed herself but she couldn’t help but blush. Anna was right. She was a big girl – but recently she hasn’t felt very much like one. “But I can go without them!” Erica quickly defended herself. “I think.” Bedwetting issues aside she might still be able to make do without diapers – although she wasn’t too sure herself. “That’s right dear, Eri completed potty training like a big girl.” mama followed up. “She knows how to keep her pants dry, although sometimes she just needs a little help – that’s what the diapers are for. Right, Eri?” “Yes, mama…” she nodded in agreement. “... I think.” Erica was thankful that mama stepped in to her defence there, and while Erica was eager to avoid this conversation entirely, it did spark some thought within her. She’d need to return to school eventually. She wondered what would happen, then. Could she trust herself to keep her pants dry? *** Once dinner was done it was bathtime for the girls. It was always a challenging time for mama, because she needed to bathe little Anna, and handling the feisty six year old wasn’t an easy feat. And so it was routine for the younger sibling to go first, then Erica. By the time Erica had gotten out of the bath, Anna was in a fresh pull-up and set of pyjamas. She was seated on the couch, with mama behind her drying the girl’s hair. Eri wasn’t clothed, and was wrapped in just a bath towel for modesty, although that wasn’t quite necessary now, either. Once mama was done with Anna she knew that she’d be lying on the changing mat, to be changed into a fresh diaper – and clothes would get in the way of that. For now she sat herself next to Anna on the couch, mindlessly watching what was on the TV. Once mama was done with drying Anna’s hair she then moved on to Eri. The girl didn’t have her hair done too often – she does a fairly good job at towel-drying her shoulder-length hair – but since she was conveniently seated right next to Anna, and since mama already had the hairdryer on, she thought she’d might as well do her older daughter too – something that Erica didn’t mind. “Alright, that’s your hair sorted,” said mama, putting away the hairdryer after she was satisfied that Eri’s hair was sufficiently dry. “Now let’s get you diapered up.” Joining mama on the changing mat, Erica lay down and unrolled her towel, while mama took out a fresh diaper and began unfolding it. Mama then lifted the girl’s legs and placed the diaper underneath her butt, making sure that it was aligned properly, before placing her legs back down and fastening the tapes. Erica felt relieved to be in a fresh diaper – she didn’t mind being in a soaked diaper, but a dry, fluffy diaper brought a different sense of comfort that she’d also enjoyed. She retreated to her bedroom, where she got herself dressed. Although the temperature had already started dipping, tonight was relatively warm, so she put on a light t-shirt and a pair of shorts, which did absolutely nothing to hide the bulk of the diaper. When she rejoined Anna and mama in the living room, Mama couldn’t help but say something. “Oh my, Erica,” she said, rather amused. “I knew those diapers were thicker but it sure does make your butt poofy.” “I know, but the weather was warm, so I wanted to wear something light.” replied Erica. “Well then, you could just ditch the shorts then – the poor thing’s holding on for dear life.” she said. It was something that Erica did indeed consider. Now that she thought about it, the shorts did feel a bit tight around her, and she honestly couldn’t care less about being pantsless around mama or Anna. But since she’d already had her shorts on she decided to just keep it that way. *** The next day Erica found herself waking slightly earlier than usual. She’d actually slept incredibly well the previous night – likely in no small part due to her diaper, which had very quickly become a major source of comfort for her. It was definitely damp, a sign that she might have wet multiple times last night. Not that it bothered her, though. She joined mama in the kitchen, and, seeing as mama was busy on the stove with a couple of eggs, she thought she’d offer some help and began heating up some water for coffee. “Oh my, you’re up early today.” mama said, as she began plating the eggs. “Yes mama,” Erica chirped. “I slept great last night.” “That’s good, dear.” mama replied as she brought the eggs out to the table. When she returned to the kitchen she approached Eri and placed her hand on the girl’s diapered bum, gently squishing it to check how wet it was. The swell and sag, even through her shorts, was already an obvious sign that her diaper was wet. But mama still wanted a more detailed check anyways, just in case a change was urgently needed. Seemingly satisfied that Erica’s diaper would hold up for now, mama simply resumed with breakfast prep. It was almost like wet diapers were now the norm for Erica – so much so that mama no longer felt the need to pass comment. And perhaps it was indeed something that both mama and Erica have come to expect – that she’d be expected to use her diapers, and all that mattered was whether she was wet enough to warrant a change. *** When breakfast was over the plates were promptly cleared, and replaced with a pile of books. With the vacation now slowly approaching the end, Erica decided it was time to start on her vacation homework. The girl was a fairly stellar student at school, actually, and had rather good grades – but as with any twelve year-old she still needed a couple of reminders from mama before she got started. She disliked homework of any sort – much less homework assigned for vacations – but at least she had Anna to keep her company. Anna was seated across her, and occasionally Erica would drift away from her task to talk to her little sister, who was excited to start school soon and curious about what Eri was learning. Erica had barely even started on her vocabulary assignment when she needed to poop. It was somewhat of a welcome distraction from her assignment, actually. Without much hesitation at all she lifted her bum off the chair and bent herself forwards, eyes still on the worksheet on her table, and she began messing in her diaper. After all, she was still in her nighttime diaper – mama would probably come by to change them both once she had the time to do so – so she might as well do it now rather than use another fresh diaper. It was a fairly large load, and as she pushed she felt one log after another getting pushed out into the back of her diaper, and her diaper handled the mess much better than the pull-up did. It had a lot more padding, which meant more space for the poo to spread, and so she didn’t even need to push that hard – she was done fairly quickly, and after having relieved her bowels she sat back down and continued her work. Anna, of course, took notice – Erica wasn’t exactly being discreet. “Someone’s stinky.” Anna giggled, as she teased her big sister. “Gee, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t smell anything.” replied Erica, feigning innocence, although she knew full well that she wasn’t fooling anyone. But the smell didn’t bother her, neither did the feeling of warm mess squishing against her bottom. With her belly discomfort settled and a warm diaper underneath her bum, she felt more poised to focus. *** When Erica was just about done with her vocabulary assignment mama came out of the kitchen, knowing that both girls would likely be in need of fresh diapers. The moment she approached the table she immediately caught a whiff of a poopy diaper. It wasn’t a particularly strong smell, but mama knew a messy diaper when she smelled one. “Smells like someone made a poop.” mama said, intent on finding out who the culprit was. “It’s not me, mama,” declared Anna. “It’s Erica.” “We’ll see about that,” replied mama, as she checked little Anna. The girl was generally honest about the condition of her diaper, but nevertheless mama always made it a point to check. The young girl was still potty training after all, and sometimes didn’t quite have full control – or awareness – of when she’d made a mess. She pulled the girl’s pyjama pants down and tugged at the back of her pull-up, and indeed, Anna was clean. Her pull-up was quite wet, though. And so by process of elimination it was clear that Erica was the poopy one. She didn’t make a peep, though, as she continued on her next holiday assignment. It was left to mama to find out for herself. Mama did the same as she did with Anna, pulling at the back of the diaper – and it was clear that her older daughter had made a big mess in her diaper. “Oh Erica, you stinker –” teased mama. “You could have asked for a change, instead of just sitting in your own poop.” “But I was doing my homework, mama, and I didn’t want to stop.” replied the girl, “and besides you were busy in the kitchen too, so I didn’t want to bother you.” That was the main reason, yes – but perhaps what Erica didn’t quite share was the fact that she absolutely didn’t mind being in her poopy diaper. It was squishy and mushy and warm against her bum, and it was an oddly pleasant feeling for the girl. Mama, of course, caught on. “Well then, since you’re busy with your homework I guess I’ll change your younger sister first.” she said, as she pulled Anna over to the changing mat. “And I’ll get to you once I’m done with Anna, and you find a good time to pause your work.” Anna’s change was done in swift fashion – after all, she wasn’t poopy like her big sister was – and so it was now Erica’s turn. The moment mama took Erica’s pants off she knew that she had her work cut out for her, for the diaper was clearly heavily used, both to handle Erica’s nighttime bedwetting as well as her earlier BM. Nevertheless it wasn’t something that mama couldn’t handle. The tapes went off, she lifted Erica’s legs, started wiping. All this while Erica laid on the floor, her mind thinking about the homework question that she’d had, while also enjoying the feeling of the soothing wipes and powder against her skin. And not long later, Erica was powdered and once again back in a fresh, clean diaper. This time though, the shorts didn’t make a return – Erica decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble, nor the tightness and discomfort of having to wear pants over her already bulky diaper. Mama didn’t mind too, for that meant less laundry, and easier diaper checks and changes. And so she waddled over back to her table, where she continued with her set of homework assignments – assignments that were designed probably for children who had long since been out of diapers.

Chapter 9 “Mama,” Erica called out to her mother, as she grabbed a fresh pull-up from her pack. “I’m running out of pull-ups.” It was mid-morning, just after breakfast, and the girl was still in her wet night-time pull-up. After another wetting she’d decided that it was an apt time to change – into another pull-up. For a couple of days now she’d been diapered all-day-all-night, and during that time she’d used the pull-up more often than not. That meant that, for most of her potty needs she’d simply used her pull-up. At least the girl was fairly consistent when it came to changing. She dreaded the possibility of leaks, so she was fairly vigilant about changing when her pull-up got wet enough. Or, if she slacked off, she’d find herself getting changed by mama, who would also throw in a bit of nagging about how she needed to change more regularly. And so she tore through her pack of pull-ups at a surprisingly fast pace. Even faster than Anna, even. At Erica’s current usage she had enough pull-ups for maybe one more day at most, and that made her slightly anxious. She wasn’t quite ready to go back to underwear, just yet. “Oh dear,” mama replied, as she came over and counted the pull-ups in the pack. She was indeed running quite low. “I didn’t think you’d go through these so quickly.” she added. “Well I was thinking of restocking soon, so don’t worry. Anyways if you’re truly in a pinch you could use Anna’s pull-ups.” she assured Erica. “ Or you could – you know, go back to actual undies, like you probably should.” she teased. *** To Erica’s relief she didn’t need to squeeze into Anna’s pull-ups, nor did she have to do the unthinkable and wear underwear. Mama wanted some ingredients for dinner, and so she left for the grocery store to get that, as well as more supplies – a lot more supplies – for her two baby girls. When she’d returned from the store she spotted Erica sitting knees-up on the floor. Her fairly unabashed way of sitting meant her nightdress did little to hide her pull-ups underneath. Even from a distance away, based on the swell mama could tell that she was already rather wet, and so she decided that dinner prep could wait for just a tiny bit. “Erica honey, come over – let’s get you changed”, said mama, as she placed a new bag of diapers next to her now depleted bag of pull-ups. No stranger to this routine by now, Eri walked over and lay down on the changing mat. Her eyes, however, were fixated on the new pack. It was still the same brand as her pull-ups, but the pack looked slightly different. She wondered why. Mama ripped the sides and Eri lifted her legs so her mother would have an easier time with wiping. Once that was done mama opened the new pack and pulled a fresh diaper out. These weren’t the pull-ups that she was used to wearing. In fact Erica realised that those weren’t pull-ups at all – what mama had just bought were actual, tape-style, baby diapers. “Mama, these aren’t pull-ups,” she asked curiously as her mother lifted her legs and slid the diaper underneath her bum. “These are baby diapers!” Erica wasn’t being resistant – rather, she was simply just caught by surprise. She’d thought mama had bought the wrong diaper. “Yes indeed, dear. I got you tape diapers this time. These are a lot cheaper than the pull-ups, and they’re thicker and hold a lot more.” she replied, while sprinkling a bit of baby powder. “And I thought you might prefer these more than pull-ups.” As mama lifted the front of the diaper up to Erica’s waist the girl could instantly tell that the diaper was indeed bulkier – even when dry. She definitely didn’t dislike it, though. “Besides, pull-ups are for girls who are potty training – they are easy to pull up and down, so that they can actually try and use the potty. But since you don’t seem to be very interested in the potty, these diapers should be better for you.” mama continued, with a gentle smile, as she secured the tapes in place. “No need to worry about using the potty, or leaks, or having to change – just leave that to me.” After she was done with the tapes and leak guards, mama helped Erica stand up. The diaper had fit the girl well. It was thicker, definitely, but that made it fluffier and comfier. And while the pull-up provided some amount of discreteness these diapers had none of that. At the back the bulky padding was fairly obvious even through her dress. Erica also realised how it ran higher up her waist, and how much wider it was at the crotch. It was, without doubt, a baby diaper, designed for babies – bigger sized babies, but babies nonetheless. Erica felt slightly conflicted. Pull-ups provided some semblance of being regular underwear, so there was at least a pretence of being somewhat of a big girl. But now that she was in tape diapers – baby diapers – she didn’t feel very much like a big girl any more. And it also meant no more visits to the toilet, at all. But on the other hand many of her changes were already done by mama, anyways. And ever since she started in pull-ups the toilet didn’t see much use. After giving it some thought, Erica decided that tape diapers seemed, indeed, to make more sense for her. *** It didn’t take Erica much time at all to get used to the tape diapers. In fact she very quickly realised that she liked them even better than pull-ups. She was two – maybe three wettings – in by mid-day. It was strangely refreshing for the girl, knowing that she could just wet her diaper. In pull-ups she’d at least have to consider using the toilet, but since she was now in a non-removable diaper, she’d just pause whatever she was doing, let go, and resume when she was done peeing. The diaper now felt warm and squishy against her skin, and whenever she stood up she could feel it sag, but still dry and comfy as ever. Mama noticed Eri lazing on the couch – she’s been lounging there, fiddling with her phone – and decided that it was probably a good time for a diaper check. She approached the girl, and lifted up the hem of her skirt. No words were necessary; Eri understood what mama wanted to do. Still lying on the couch she opened her legs slightly, smiling rather sheepishly while keeping her focus on her phone. The pull-ups had more intricate, fancy designs, while this diaper had a much simpler look – it was mostly just plain white, with a pastel-coloured landing zone at the front which lent some charm to the overall design. But this simple design also made checks easier, since the white padding was now a pale yellow colour. Mama took the extra step of sticking her finger inside the leak guard to give the padding a little squish. A bit of moisture, but still fine. “You’re good, for the time being.” mama declared, as she pulled the hem of the girl’s skirt back down. A change could wait, for now – not that Eri would mind. The girl was perfectly content, lying on the couch in a clearly wet baby diaper.

Chapter 7 Mama and the girls were at the mall. With the season starting to change, and Anna quickly outgrowing her old clothes, mama decided that it was apt for them to get new things to wear. There was a sale ongoing, and, since mama wanted to be on top of things, the three of them set out early in the day. Since the temperature had already started to dip, little Anna was dressed in a long-sleeved dress with tights, while Erica was had jeans and a plain tee with a cardigan worn over. The outfits did a fairly good job at keeping both their diaper bulges subtle. Yes – Erica was also, for this shopping trip, in a pull-up. It was mama’s idea, and it took some convincing for the older sibling, who was worried about her diaper being noticed. Mama suggested that things would go a whole lot smoother without having to deal with potty trouble (from both the girls), and also since they were clothes shopping, she’d wanted to ensure that she’d bought clothes that would go well with pull-ups underneath. To Eri those were some pretty reasonable arguments, and so she relented, and put on a pair of pull-ups before they left. Shopping for Anna was easy. After all, the girl was much too young to care about what outfit she’d had on, and mama took much delight in dressing the little girl in whatever fancied her. Mama picked out a couple of outfits that would keep her warm. Erica, however, was a different story – at her age she was desperate to avoid wearing anything that would be perceived as childish; and she also didn’t enjoy outfits that were too feminine. And now there was an additional requirement that the outfit needed to hide her diaper bulge. Eri needed pull-ups only at night – so technically it wouldn’t matter too much for her daytime outfits – but just in case it were ever required, Eri would surely appreciate the subtlety. As they were walking in-between stores Eri got the urge to pee. She knew that mama would tell her to just pee in her pull-up – and she normally wouldn’t have any qualms doing so. But they were out and about, and with people around her she was naturally a tiny bit self-conscious. She continued to walk, following behind mama, and focused her attention on peeing. Doing both – walking and peeing – at the same time was a little challenging for her, but once the trickle started there was no stopping the flow. She’d wet herself with ease, her pull-up soaking up the pee with no problem. The warmth of the pull-up against her skin provided a nice contrast from the cool air around her, and she sighed in relief, having eased the discomfort in her bladder. Looking around she realised that no one had noticed – or cared, for that matter. Not even mama, nor Anna, who had continued walking ahead of her. Erica felt a tiny bit mischievous. She’d willingly – purposefully – wet herself, and didn’t even need to stop walking. After having picked out some clothes that might be suitable – mostly loose shirts and baggy pants, but some skirts and dresses thrown in – it was decided that Eri should try them on for size. And with a now slightly swollen pull-up underneath her pants, the sizing would probably be somewhat more accurate. As Erica proceeded to the changing room, she was perhaps caught a bit off guard when she’d realised that both mama and Anna were following her in. “Mama, why are you coming along?” she asked – she wasn’t resistant to having mama follow her in – just a little bit confused. “I can put on my clothes myself.” “Well it would be quicker if I helped you out,” mama reasoned. “And it would spare you the hassle of having to open the door to show me your outfit every single time.” she said. Eri did have quite a number of clothes to try on, and if mama were outside it would indeed have been quite troublesome. Thankfully the changing room was fairly spacious, but even then with Eri, mama, and Anna all in the same room it was still a bit of a tight squeeze. Nevertheless, they still managed to make it work. “Okay, now let’s get these clothes off…” mama said, as she helped Erica out of her clothes, leaving her in just her wet pull-up. It was visibly wet, but mama made no comment. She’d perhaps assumed – or expected, even – for Eri to use her pull-up. They first tried a dress and tights combo. It looked cute on Eri, and more importantly it was able to hide the bulge of the wet pull-up fairly well. The dress was a little bit puffy at her bum, but no one would have noticed anything out of the ordinary; the tights provided much-needed warmth for her legs while also helping to keep her pull-up in place. They moved on to trying other long-sleeved shirts and pants – most of them deliberately a size or two bigger, to hide the bulk of the diaper – and while they obviously looked a little bit big on the still-growing adolescent girl, they still fit fairly well. For loungewear Eri couldn’t care less so the decision was left to mama, who settled on a few sets of nightdresses, which were light and smooth to the touch, and allowed easy access to the pull-up to make changes slightly more straightforward. *** When they were done with their shopping it was just about time for lunch. Perhaps a bit on the early side, but that meant they managed to avoid the lunch-hour rush. After finding a table, mama went to grab a meal for all of them, while Eri took care of Anna and their stuff. When she sat down she felt the pull-up squish against her – momentarily she’d forgotten that she had a pull-up on, but the damp, squishy feeling served as a reminder that, not only was she in a pull-up – no one even noticed, or bothered. That put the girl very much at ease. Mama brought the food over. She would share a large sandwich with Erica, while Anna got her own little kids’ meal – a small bowl of pasta and a drink. Halfway through their meals, however, Anna paused and put her cutlery down. “Mama,” the young girl called out to her mother, who was seated diagonally across, “I gotta poop” she said. “Oh, dear.” replied mama. All three of them were still in the midst of their meals. And since mama had to help arrange Anna’s meal to make it easier for her, mama had barely started with her sandwich. “I can take you to the toilet once we’re done eating, do you think you can hold it until then? Or would you like to go to the toilet right now?” Anna paused for a moment and gave it some thought, before shaking her head. The ache in her belly hinted to her that her need was fairly urgent, but the girl didn’t want to interrupt mama’s meal. “No, mama, I think I’ll try holding it.” she replied, and continued eating her pasta. “Okay then,” replied mama, who then took a bite out of her sandwich, aiming to finish it quickly. “But if you really need to go, let me know.” But not long later Anna paused again. The girl couldn’t quite hold it any longer, it seemed – or maybe she just didn’t want to deal with the aching belly. Without saying a word she turned herself around, with the front of her body now facing the backrest of the chair, and rested her knees on the chair in a kneeling position. Then, with a soft grunt, she began filling her diaper. “Oh my, Anna,” mama commented with mild amusement. “You couldn’t hold it any longer?” Mama wasn’t quite expecting a response from the girl, who was quite clearly still preoccupied with her BM. Erica was seated beside Anna, but was unfazed by what was happening and continued eating – the little girl still mostly struggled with making #2 in the toilet, so Erica was no stranger to seeing her little sister poop herself. Thankfully, the little girl’s tights did a fairly good job of containing the smell, which was present but just barely. And, with no other diners in the immediate vicinity, there wasn’t much concern that they were bothering others. When Anna was finally done she turned back around and, now slightly red-faced from all the pushing, sighed in relief, and sat back down – squishing the soft poo against her bum. “I’m sorry, mama,” Anna apologised, “I didn’t want to hold it any longer.” she said, somewhat sheepishly. “That’s fine, dear. At least we’re done with shopping, so we can head straight home and get you changed after this.” consoled mama, who now slightly regretted her decision not to take her to the toilet earlier. “Feeling better now, after making poopies in your diaper?” she cooed. “Yes, mama,” replied the girl unabashedly, while digging into her meal again. “Much better!” Chapter 8 Taking off Anna’s tights, mama was greeted with the sight of a very loaded pull-up. They’d just arrived back home, and after putting all the new clothes in the washer, mama got to work on Anna who had lied down on the changing mat on the living room floor. “Oh my, this is a really big one, no wonder you couldn’t hold it.” commented mama, as she tore the sides and opened the girl’s pull-up, revealing the full extent of her mess. Grabbing a wet wipe, she lifted the girl’s legs and began wiping down her poopy bum. Erica was right next to them, observing both mama and Anna. Mama, ever the consummate professional, was completely unbothered by the mess, meanwhile Anna looked content and happy – not a hint of embarrassment as she was cleaned in this fashion – even though she was a bit old to still be pooping her pull-ups. Eri hadn’t changed out yet, and was thus still in her t-shirt and jeans, with the soggy pull-up underneath. She’d also started having a bit of an ache in her tummy. Sitting there, watching Anna get changed, a tiny part within Eri wondered what it would be like if she did the same – that is, if she’d pooed her pull-up, too. “You know, mama,” Erica started talking. “I kinda have to go poop, too.” she said, Twelve-year olds generally don’t need to inform their parents about their impending bowel movements, mama thought. She knew exactly what her daughter was trying to get at. “Well then, Eri dear, feel free to use the toilet. You’re a bedwetter, yes, but not a pants-pooper.” she replied, slightly teasingly, “Unless, of course, you’re thinking of making a mess in your pull-ups.” she continued, still focused on cleaning Anna. “Well, mama,” Eri started reasoning with her mother. “my pull-up is already wet, so I might as well use it fully before changing.” “Erica, I’m not sure you’ve noticed,” mama retorted, drawing attention to the younger sibling’s still-messy bum, “but cleaning up a poopy diaper isn’t quite the same as cleaning one that’s just wet.” “But, if my 12 year-old just can’t seem to poop in the toilet like the big girl she’s supposed to be, then I guess she would just have to do it in her diaper, then.” she continued. “I just might tease her relentlessly about it for years to come, though.” What the heck, I can take a little bit of teasing, Erica thought to herself. She had made her choice. Taking a leaf out of Anna’s book – the little girl’s pooping position of choice was the squat – she decided to do the same. Still facing Anna and mama, she squat herself down and started pushing. Soft, warm logs of poop immediately started to fill the back of the pull-up, and she could feel them nestling in between her bum. It didn’t feel dirty, or disgusting, or shameful. Instead, Erica found that it filled her with an immense feeling of comfort and security. Yes, logically she knew that what she was doing was “wrong”; yes, she knew she’d be in for a world of teasing after this. But right now, she was far too overwhelmed by her feelings to let silly things like logic get in the way of things. “Oh my,” mama commented with mock disbelief. She had already half-expected this outcome, anyways. “You’re actually going poopy.” Lost in the moment, the girl stayed in her squatting pose, grunting, wanting to make sure that she got everything out of the system. Inadvertently she let out a tiny muffled fart. “Oops,” she said while still pushing, realising that she hadn’t been discreet at all – not that privacy was anywhere near the top of her list of priorities. “I’m sorry.” “Mama, Eri’s going poopy!” she exclaimed. “Yes indeed dear, your big sister is going poopy in her pull-up, just like you did a while back.” said mama, who was now sliding a fresh pull-up up Anna’s legs. “And now I’m starting to wonder if I’ve got not one, but two girls, in potty training.” Once Erica was done, she sat herself down on the floor, feeling the poop caked against her bum. It was warm, and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. It was a much fuller feeling, compared to just a wet pull-up. And although there was still the lingering smell of poop in the air, from Anna’s recent change, Erica now noticed a similar, slightly stronger scent, this time emanating from her own pull-up. Was it embarrassing, to have just messed herself? Yes, slightly, she admitted – but it was so different from the shame she’d felt, whenever she had to approach mama with wet pyjamas and stained bedsheets. Rather than feelings of shame, she found herself feeling safe, feeling loved. She realised that she cherished the attention that she was getting. “Is my big girl all done filling her diaper?” mama asked, smiling softly. “Yes, mama.” Erica replied. “Now why don’t you come over here, dear, so that we can get you changed?” mama said. “Mama, it’s okay, I can do it myself.” Erica replied. She knew that she was really poopy, and wanted to spare mama from the arduous task ahead. “Don’t be silly, Erica. You just saw how much it took to clean Anna, there’s no way you’re going to be able to do it yourself.” mama said. “Besides, little girls that poop their pull-ups probably aren’t ready to change themselves, either.” “Mama…” Eri groaned slightly at her mother’s comments, but barely hesitated as she took over little Anna’s place on the changing mat. “It’s your turn, Eri!” giggled Anna, who positioned herself next to mama, eager to observe her big sister getting changed. Mama adjusted the changing mat, making sure to position it squarely under the pull-up to avoid any potential spills. She then started to unbutton and pull down Erica’s jeans, and when she saw the state of her older daughter’s pull-up, she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. It was in dire need of a change, but the leak gathers had done its job splendidly and kept everything inside the pull-up. “Oh Eri, honey,” she commented, letting out a little sigh as she began ripping the sides of the pull-up “You’re even messier than little Anna.” “Well mama, I am older and bigger,” Erica replied, although she couldn’t help but feel very small when mama opened her very messy pull-up, “so naturally my messes are also bigger.” “Well, I suppose that is true.” mama replied, as she used one hand to lift Erica’s legs – just as she’d done with the younger daughter – and began wiping her. “But I guess the diaper changes aren’t much different, regardless of size.” As she felt the cool wipes against her skin, Erica couldn’t help but feel quite infantile. Indeed, she had messed herself just like an infant, and now she was being cleaned exactly like a baby would be – and yet she didn’t mind this feeling at all. Once she was done with wiping Erica, mama made sure to get rid of the dirty diaper. She then reached her hand into Eri’s pack of pull-ups and took out a fresh one, which she then put on the girl. “Mama, it’s the afternoon, I don’t need another diaper!” protested Erica lightly, although it wasn’t actually much of her protest, and her resistance was very weak at best. “Well, honey, considering the pull-up that I just changed, I get the feeling that you might need to spend just a bit more time in pull-ups.” she said. “We’ll leave undies for when you decide to start using the toilet more regularly.” And – both of them had an unspoken agreement on this – it would probably be a while before she’d wear regular underwear again.

Chapter 6 “Erica, are you still wearing the pull-up?” mama asked. After breakfast the girl had excused herself to the living room couch, where she was now lying down while reading a book. Her shorts were conspicuously bulky, underneath it was the same soggy pull-up that she’d wet in bed earlier that morning. Anna, meanwhile, had just had her change, and was now engrossed in a book of her own. “Just yesterday you said that you’d use the toilet during the day,” mama probed further, mildly amused at her daughter who seemed very comfortable to lounge around in a wet diaper. The pull-up felt mildly damp against Erica’s skin, and the warmth from the wetting earlier had long cooled off – despite this, it didn’t feel unpleasant to Erica, who just wasn’t quite ready to perform a change herself. “Yes, mama. I just don’t feel like changing out just yet.” Eri replied half-heartedly. “Besides, I’m not too wet yet, but I’ll take it off soon.” she continued. “Well, aren’t you a lazy one,” mama chided lightly. Having just changed Anna a moment ago, she was still seated close to the changing mat. “Come here, dear.” mama said, instructing her older daughter to come over. Eri was astute enough to figure out that mama had intended to change her. She wasn’t about to put up any resistance, though. After all, she didn’t mind having mama changing her, if it meant not having to do it herself – and it was worth putting up with the mild embarrassment, she decided. Placing her book on the sofa, she walked towards mama, and planted her feet firmly on the changing mat. “Good girl,” mama praised Eri, while pulling down her shorts off her leg, which left Erica in just her shirt and diaper. “Huh – for just one wetting, you are quite soaked.” commented mama, as she saw Erica’s pull-up, which appeared quite swollen, especially at the back where most of the pee had gathered. Mama ripped the sides of the pull-up and rolled it up carefully, before disposing of it into the bin close by. Grabbing a wipe she then wiped Erica gently. “Oh, Eri’s getting changed just like me!” Anna said. The younger girl had noticed what was going on, and was eager to express her joy at this newfound sense of kinship. “Yes, dear, she is.” mama replied, “Because this big girl still seems to need help getting cleaned up.” she said jokingly. Once satisfied that she was clean enough, gently patted the girl’s bum. “Now go put on some proper undies.” mama told Erica. *** It didn’t take long for Eri to be back in pull-ups however – evening rolled around and, as per routine, after her nighttime bath she was once again wearing a fresh pull-up, alongside Anna. The three of them – mama, Eri, and Anna – were on the couch, together, watching a show on TV. Mama was gently stroking the younger daughter’s head, who was mama’s lap. She was already starting to get a little drowsy. Eri was seated right next to mama on the other side, snuggled close to her, and was focused intently on the movie. On Erica’s hands was somewhat of a little treat – a small can of soda. She’d never ever been allowed soda at night because the sugar would keep her awake at night – and it was also a surefire way to cause a wet bed in the morning. But, since school was out, and her bedwetting issue was – in a way – addressed, mama thought it wouldn’t hurt for her older girl to let go just a tiny bit. The soda took no time to work through Erica’s body, however, and now she had a fairly urgent need to pee. For a while how she’d been holding it in and was contemplating whether to use the toilet. But with a pull-up now comfortably around her waist, she’d convinced herself that perhaps the visit to the toilet wasn’t quite as necessary. But she still wasn’t sure if she’d wanted to pee herself when seated right next to mama, and so she continued holding it in, just for a little while longer. Eventually her bladder reached bursting point. Erica, concluding that her little struggle was somewhat pointless and silly, proceeded to then pee herself. Beneath the soft hum of the television dialogue the hissing of her pee was almost deafeningly audible, and after finally emptying her bladder she did a bit of a shudder. “Eri, did you just –” mama quietly asked, not wanting to rouse Anna. She placed her free hand at the front of Erica’s pyjama pants and applied gentle pressure to perform a quick diaper check. Squishy and warm – definitely wet. “You did…” she sighed. “That soda sure works fast.” she said, somewhat resigned to the fact that her older daughter had just purposely wet herself right next to her. ”Yes mama,” Eri admitted, giggling slightly. “I didn’t want to have to use the toilet.” Mama then checked Anna, who was now sleeping contentedly on mama’s lap. Anna was still dry. How ironic it was, that of the two siblings in pull-ups, the older one was the one who was wet. Mama realised that she probably had not one, but two kids to potty train in this house. When the show ended mama decided it was time for bed. She carried Anna on her arms, while Eri followed closely behind. Since Erica already had one soda-fuelled wetting, mama considered getting her to change into a fresh pull-up before sleeping, but seeing as the girl was already fairly drowsy, she decided to have her go straight to bed. ”All right, you babies,” mama said, making sure that it was plural, “good night.”

Chapter 5 Mama continued to keep a watchful eye over Erica, and was relieved to find that the pull-ups didn’t seem to be bothering her much – if at all. It appeared to be very much business-as-usual for the girl. She noticed however, that the girl, who was sitting on the floor with her knees up, had been fidgeting a tiny bit for a while now. And since mama was also in the midst of potty training little Anna, she was all too familiar with what those fidgets meant. “Erica, dear, you’ve been fidgeting for a while now.” reminded mama. “Do you need to pee?” “Oh – huh. Yeah, gotta pee.” responded Erica. She indeed had the urge to pee, but didn’t seem to realise it until now. “Well then, toilet or pull-up – I’ll leave it up to you, dear.” mama said, hinting to the girl once again that it was okay to just go in her pull-up. Earlier Erica did proudly proclaim that she’d still use the toilet during the day, but having spent some time in the pull-up she wasn’t so sure any more. It felt snug, and safe, and comforting, and now she’d started thinking that perhaps peeing in a pull-up wouldn’t be so bad – that’s what they’re for, after all. What the heck, Eri thought. Might as well test it to see how it holds up tonight. She didn’t even have to shift her body – the moment she released her bladder the pee came out in a quick, steady stream, soaking through the pull-up which had no issue absorbing her urine despite the volume – and a brief moment later all the wetness was wicked away from her skin, leaving her completely dry. The pull-up now felt warmer and slightly squisher but still snug and secure – and Eri was taken aback at just how unassuming her ‘accident’ had been. She’d just peed herself, and everything around her was dry, and nobody seemed to care. Mama did of course notice that Eri didn’t make the trip to the toilet, and yet she’d stopped fidgeting. Knowing full well what had happened, she gently approached the girl and asked, “Is it okay if I check your pull-up for a moment, dear?” “I’m wet, mama.” Erica admitted. “I just peed myself.” she said. “Thank you for telling me, Eri, but I was hoping you'd let me have a look, too.” she asked. Well, I guess it’s no big deal, Eri thought, as she pulled down her pants, showing mama her now wet, swollen pull-up. Mama crouched down and inspected it closely, and was satisfied to find that there were no leaks. The pull-up itself, while clearly wet, looked to be able to hold perhaps one more wetting. “Thank you, dear. Looks like it’s held up quite well” mama said “You can take it off now.” “Do I have to?” asked Eri. The pull-up didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, and the girl found herself not wanting to change out of it just yet. Mama was slightly taken aback – she’d assumed that Erica would have wanted to take it off immediately. “Well you are quite wet,” mama responded, “but I think one more pee wouldn’t hurt.” she said as she pulled the girl’s shorts back up over the wet pull-up. “Now, time to check on the other baby,” mama said, looking for Anna – who was probably tucked away in her bedroom. “Having two girls in diapers sure is going to take some getting used to.” she joked. After her second wetting Eri dutifully changed out of her pull-up. At that point it definitely couldn’t hold any more, but still managed not to leak. As she removed her pull-up and wiped herself thoroughly she felt a little bit wistful. But, at least she was back in proper, age-appropriate underwear – and with that came a sense of relief. *** “Don’t forget to put on your pull-up, dear.” mama reminded Eri, after she came out of the bath. Once dinner was finished the girls were sent straight for a quick bath, and Eri was now in the living room, drying her hair with a towel. Mama was helping Anna into a fresh pull-up. It was still fairly early in the evening, but it was routine for the girls to be prepped for bed after dinner. And for Erica that routine now had an extra step. “Okay, mama,” Eri responded. She finished drying her hair and then went towards the corner of the room where her pack of pull-ups were placed, still feeling slightly self-conscious, especially since she was now right next to mama and Anna, who had just had her pull-ups on and was now putting on her pyjamas by herself. “Would you like some help, Eri?” asked mama, knowing that the prideful girl would most likely turn her down. “I’m fine, mama,” replied the girl, blushing as she took out a pull-up. “I think I can try doing this myself.” she said. “Sure thing, dear. But make sure you’ve taken the correct size” mama replied, pointing out that Erica’s and Anna’s packs were placed side-by-side, which might cause the unfamiliar girl to mix things up. “You’d probably still fit into Anna’s ones but it might be a little bit tight.” she continued, slightly concerned about leaks. “Yep, I think I got the right one.” Eri replied, checking that she’d indeed taken the bigger pull-up. Pulling down her shorts (and short-lived underwear), she made sure that she had the right side facing the front, then began pulling them on. Mama kept a watchful eye from a distance to ensure that the girl was able to wear it properly. “Did I do it right?” Erica turned around to face mama, although she was pretty confident that she’d managed to put it on correctly. It was designed for little kids after all – so surely she wouldn’t have much of a problem. “Yup, good job, dear.” mama replied, after a casual visual check. *** Erica seems to have woken up dry, yet again. Still lying in bed, she placed her hands on the surface of the mattress to check for moisture, and it felt completely dry. Her pull-up too – airy and fluffy – still dry! The girl cheered internally, pleased that she’d managed to wake up dry for two days in a row – a big improvement from the rough last week she’d had. And because she’d held her pee in all through the night, she could feel her bladder bursting. Time to get out, head to the toilet, and after that tell mama the good news… but did she really need to? As Eri continued to lie on her bed, in her still semi-drowsy state, she started wondering if it’d actually mattered. Comfortably nestled in her bed, under the covers, with a soft pull-up that kept her safe and protected – at this particular moment, she felt that perhaps being dry wasn’t all that big of a deal. Erica released her hold on her aching bladder. Immediately she could feel the warmth and moisture spread through the pull-up, and since she was lying on her back most of her pee flowed towards her bum, where it was then quickly absorbed into the padding. She’d recognised how weird it was, celebrating the fact that she’d woken up dry, only to then wet herself on purpose. But as she lay there, feeling the warm pull-up against her skin, leaving her dry and comfortable – she decided that it didn’t matter to her. *** “Good morning, mama” Erica beamed, feeling refreshed. She’d spent a bit more time in bed before she felt ready to get up. She then woke her little sister, and the two of them went straight to the breakfast table, both of them in similar shirts and shorts that did little to hide their now sagging pull-ups. “Good morning dear, and good morning to you too, Anna.” mama replied warmly to her daughters. “I hope your bed’s fine this morning?” she asked Erica. “It is!” Erica replied excitedly. “And I didn’t wet last night.” she continued, proud to share her small achievement with her mother. “Are you sure, dear?” mama quizzed, because the tell-tale sag of her pull-up, even through her shorts, made clear that the girl was wet. “Because your pull-up looks like it did some work.” “Yeah, when I woke up I needed to pee real bad so I just went in my pull-up.” Erica replied casually. “Hm, well, okay.” mama replied. Placing a large plate of waffles on the table, she continued. “I guess that’s what the pull-up is for, after all.” “Yeah, I do that all the time too!” admitted Anna excitedly. “But try not to forget how to use the toilet, alright?” joked mama.

Mum has absolutely zero faith in her daughter 😂

Chapter 1 Erica wakes up, once again, to a cold, clammy bed. Realising what she’s done, she lets out a tiny groan and groggily rolls out of her bed. After taking some time for her eyes to adjust to the dark room, she she pulls away the bedsheets to ‘inspect the damage’, making sure to be quiet to avoid waking her little sister, who was still peacefully asleep on another bed next to her’s. For the third time this week the twelve year-old has wet the bed. Last night’s accident seems to have been particularly severe, with much of her mattress soaked in pee. Bemoaning the earful that she was about to get from her mother, Erica peeled off the wet sheets and left them on her bed. She then exits her room, looking for mama, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family. “Mama…” she greeted her mom. “Eri, good morning–” replied mama. As she turned to face her daughter in her wet pants she immediately realised what had happened. “Oh, Eri, dear… this is the third time this week, isn’t it?” she commented in a slightly exasperated tone, as she continued preparing breakfast. “Did you remember to pee before going to bed last night?” she asked. Mama never blamed Eri for any of her accidents – she couldn’t help it after all, she thought. But nevertheless, hours of cleaning bedsheets has become a source of frustration for the homemaker. “Yes, I did.” replied Erica. But it was a lie. Since it was the summer break, the girl had spent a fair bit of time after dinner just lazing around on her bed, and when it was finally time for bed she was much too tired to care about emptying her bladder before going to sleep. But telling the lie was an easy escape for Eri. Erica – or Eri to her family – is a rather meek, yet somewhat stubborn and headstrong girl. And despite being the older of two sisters, she has perhaps been coddled a bit too much by her family. Erica had always struggled with bedwetting, or anything potty-related for that matter. She was only fully out of diapers at age five, and even then, accidents – both day and night – were a fairly frequent occurrence. She’d been improving somewhat as she grew older, but recently it’s gotten a lot worse again. She did feel a tiny bit of guilt over her potty issues – mainly because the cleanup was always an arduous process. When it wasn’t as frequent she didn’t feel as bad about it, but with her accidents becoming so much more common, it was starting to wear on her, too – especially since she knew that her parents already had their hands full with potty training her younger sister. “In any case, why don’t you wash up, dear? Breakfast will be ready once you’re done.” said mama. “We’ll handle your sheets later.” *** Just as Erica comes out of the shower, six year-old Anna emerges from the bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Anna was Erica’s younger sister. Cheerful and bubbly, her earnest, adorable character has endeared her to everyone in the family – including Anna. This morning she was wearing a cartoon-themed pair of pyjamas, and through her pyjama pants, there was the very obvious bulge of a soaked pull-up. Anna, like her older sister, was proving to be just as difficult to potty train. At six years-old, she was still in pull-ups. And although she was sometimes able to make it to the toilet, she still mostly depended on diapers. “Good morning, Anna,” greeted mama. “Did you sleep well?” “Good morning, mama” replied Anna. “Yes, I did.” “Good morning, Eri” Anna greeted, this time directed at her older sister. Upon waking Anna had immediately noticed the state of Erica’s bed, so she couldn’t help but ask: “did you pee the bed last night, too?” Anna’s question was meant with absolutely no malice. The girl had nothing but affection and admiration for Erica, but nevertheless it still caused quite a bit of fluster for the older sister. “Yeah, I did,” groaned Eri, in a somewhat defeated tone, “but I couldn’t help it.” “It’s okay,” consoled the younger sister. “Look, I peed last night too!” she said, as she unabashedly tugged her pyjama pants downwards, revealing her pull-up. It was yellowed and sagging; a clear sign that the younger sister had indeed wet herself – heavily – last night. “That’s okay, dear, why don’t you come over and have some breakfast, and we can change you after that.” mama chimed in, as she began plating breakfast for her two girls. “And after that, we can get your sheets sorted out too, Eri.” *** Breakfast was an uneventful affair. Although Erica was slightly thankful that the scolding that she’d been expecting didn’t come to pass, the girl couldn’t help but begrudge the fact that her morning had begun on a lousy note – and that thought continued to occupy her mind throughout the meal. The three of them adjourned to the living room. Eri occupied herself with her phone, while mama proceeded to change Anna’s diaper. It was a simple, unassuming routine. “Oh my, you sure soaked your pull-up,” quipped mama as she helped the girl out of her pyjama pants, revealing the wet diaper. “Looks like it’s going to be a while before you’re ready for underwear.” “Yes mama, I peed a lot!”, replied Anna innocently. “Last night, and then just now, while eating breakfast too.” “That’s nice, dear.” said mama, as she ripped the sides of the pull-up and began wiping the girl. Eri observed the whole process play out, and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. Her younger sister never got scolded when she’d peed or messed herself – only reminders and the occasional light teasing. How nice would it be, she thought, to be like her – not having to worry about soaking the bed; or getting nagged at or scolded; all while getting all the love and affection from mama. But no – she was the big sister. And as the big sister she needed to act like one, she thought to herself. Chapter 2 “Oh dear, last night was pretty bad, huh?” sighed mama as she viewed Eri’s pee-soaked bed. Erica had already stripped off the bedsheets earlier, and all that was left was a large urine stain. Mama placed a dry towel on the bed and started pushing, trying as best as she could to squeeze as much pee from the soaked mattress. It was tiring, time-consuming work. “You know, Eri dear, this bed isn’t going to last much longer at this rate” said mama jokingly, as she continued to press on the mattress. “I know, mama…” replied Eri sheepishly. She grabbed the wet sheets and rolled it into a ball, to prepare to bring it to the washer. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, it’s not your fault – but I’ve been starting to think that maybe I should start buying some diapers your size.” she half-joked. Erica was quick to react. “But mama, please don’t – I’m twelve years old!” she argued. “I’ll get better eventually, I promise!” “I know dear, just poking some fun,” consoled the mother. “But wouldn’t it be nice, being able to sleep at night not having to worry about wet beds? It sure would give me a much easier time.” It sure would, thought Erica. It was an idea that, at the very least, intrigued the girl, who envied her little sister who didn’t need to worry about keeping her pants or bed dry. But her pride was not having any of it. *** Erica lazed on the living room couch, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. It was slightly past noon, but the girl so far had no plans, nor any motivation, to do anything productive with her time. Today she found herself lost in thought, unable to shake herself away from the conversation that she had with mama that morning. Occasionally, she would glance down at her sister Anna – who was nestled comfortably on the floor – just to make sure that things were alright. Anna was watching a cartoon on the television, and was clearly engrossed in the show. Mama had put her in a comfortable t-shirt and shorts, and since she was slightly hunched forward, the waistband of her pull-up peeked adorably through the top of her shorts. With her eyes still on the television, Anna shifted her position slightly – from a cross-legged sitting position to now resting on her knees, bum lifted slightly off the ground – before proceeding to fill her pull-up. It was a subtle act, but with Erica all too familiar with her younger sister’s habits, she knew all too well what was happening. Not to mention, the smell had also begun to permeate the room. “Mama,” Eri called out casually to her mother, who was folding clothes in their bedroom. “Anna’s pooping.” “Alright,” she replied, “I’ll be over soon.” A short moment later mama joined the duo in the living room, and focused her attention on the younger sibling, who was still grunting and pushing out the remaining mess into her pull-up. “Anna, dear,” mama spoke gently to the girl, “I hear you’re poopy?” “Yes, mommy–” replied Anna, stopping in-between her pushes. “I’m still going.” Mama waited until the girl looked about done, and then gestured at the girl to lie down in front of her, where she had laid down a changing mat. “Now let’s see what we’ve got here…” said mama as she pulled down the girl’s pants, leaving the girl’s heavy pull-up in full view. The diaper was obviously messy, but its soggy state also made it clear that Anna had peed in it as well. “Anna, dear, your pull-up is soaked too.” commented mama, as she tore the sides of the pull-up and began wiping her down. “Yes mama,” Anna replied contentedly. “I just didn’t want to stop the show.” “Well then it’s a good thing that you had a pull-up on, huh?” teased mama. Done with her wiping, she then rolled the dirty pull-up and disposed of it, before helping Anna into a fresh pull-up. “There we go, all clean and dry.” said mama. “And thanks, Erica, for letting me know.” All this while Eri had been observing the process. She’d always pondered why Anna had appeared so content – so happy – in her diapers; and how patient and affectionate mama was with her. If I were in that same position, maybe – just maybe – I’d be just as happy, Erica thought to herself. *** “Mama,” Erica approached her mother, somewhat tentative. It was late in the evening, and mama was on the couch nursing a hot tea, with the sounds of the television softly playing in the background. “About what you said this morning…” “I’m sorry, Eri,” mama interjected, in a slightly concerned tone. “I really didn’t think it would bother you this much. I’m really not mad about your accident.” “Thanks, mama,” she replied, and continued in an even softer tone, “but… I was thinking that maybe I should wear diapers.” Slightly taken aback, mama gingerly placed her mug on the tea table and shifted to look straight at Erica, her gaze gentle. “Dear, I wasn’t being serious when I suggested the diapers,” mama started. Truthfully, she didn’t quite know if she’d wanted her twelve year-old back in diapers. But she saw her usually stubborn daughter, now blushing from ear to ear, looking close to tears. It clearly wasn’t something that Erica had taken lightly. She gently hugged the girl, and continued, “For now, why don’t you get to bed? We’ll sleep on it, and then tomorrow we can decide what to do next.” “And don’t forget to pee before going to bed.” Chapter 3 Today Erica woke up dry. It wasn’t much consolation for the poor girl, though, who immediately recalled the events of the previous night. Groaning, she turned and buried her face in her pillow. What was I even thinking, asking mama for diapers? She thought to herself. Having had a night of rest the girl now had a clearer mind, and she found herself deeply embarrassed at what she said last night. But along with that she also felt a sense of relief, after laying bare her feelings to mama. Nevertheless, she dreaded what she might face in the day ahead. She rolled herself out of bed, and, after taking a moment to ready herself, she came out of her bedroom, knowing that mama would be out there to greet her. “Good morning sweetie,” greeted mama warmly, after she heard the footsteps of her elder daughter. She took a cursory glance at her dry pyjama pants and smiled. “Looks like you managed to stay dry last night, great job.” “Thanks, mama.” replied Erica with a small blush. “Good morning.” Mama had her hands full with breakfast prep, and so she didn’t bring up the conversation from last night – which was somewhat of a relief for Eri, as she wasn’t quite ready to have that conversation, either. Wanting to distract herself from her thoughts, the girl decided to help mama out and started setting the breakfast table. “Erica,” mama called out from the kitchen. “Could you help wake Anna up, please?” she asked. Heeding her mother’s request Eri went into her bedroom, where her little sister was still sleeping comfortably on her bed. Her nightdress had ridden up all the way to her belly, allowing Eri a full view of her pull-up. Even in the dark room Eri could tell that the swollen, squishy pull-up was very wet. As gently adjusts the hem of her younger sister’s skirt, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d end up in a similar position soon enough. “Anna, wake up, it’s time for breakfast.” says Erica as she gently pokes at Anna’s cheeks. Slowly, the young girl rouses from her sleep and sits up on her bed. “Good morning, Eri.” greets Anna, while she rubs her eyes, and the two of them head out to the breakfast table. “Thank you, Eri dear.” praised mama as she began brewing some coffee for herself. “Always such a helpful big sister.” It was a simple, off-handed comment but it still managed to put a small smile on Erica’s face. Perhaps today wouldn’t be that bad of a day, after all. *** “I was thinking that we could go get some groceries after breakfast.” said mama casually as she bit into a waffle. “And, if it would make you feel better, Eri,” continued mama, “we could get some diapers for you too.” Before Erica could react, Anna jumped into the conversation. “Eri’s wearing diapers, mama?” she asked excitedly. “Yes, Anna. Since your older sister has been wetting the bed recently, she thought it might be better to wear a diaper to bed until things improve.” replied mama matter-of-factly. “That is, unless Eri changes her mind?” she says, glancing over at Eri. “I, uh–” Eri stuttered. She hadn’t expected mama to be this straightforward or casual about it, especially so in front of little Anna. And she wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate the embarrassment of going diaper-shopping with mama. “Must I follow along?” she asked meekly. “You should, dear.” mama replied gently, not wanting to force Eri. “That way it would be easier to pick something suitable.” “Alright, then, I’ll go along.” replied Erica, with some trepidation for what was to come. Chapter 4 The grocery store was, mercifully, fairly empty. It was a weekday morning after all, which meant that they could have a comfortable time shopping for what they needed, and more importantly – less potential for embarrassment for poor Eri. Erica helped with the trolley, trailing slightly behind mama, who was browsing the shelves while holding on to Anna’s hand. Mama went first for dry foodstuff, then some detergent, before finally arriving at the diaper aisle. “We’ll get Anna’s pull-ups first…” muttered mama, as she grabbed two packs of Anna’s usual pull-ups from the shelf and placed them in the trolley. The packs had a light blue colour, with the image of a young girl smiling brightly, standing in just a shirt and the pull-up. The front of the pack also advertised features like snug leg gathers and 12-hour absorbency. Slightly higher on that shelf were more of that same brand of pull-ups, but in larger sizes. “...And we’ll get two of these, too.” said mama, who picked out another two packs of pull-ups, this time in Eri’s size. These packs had the same blue colour as Anna’s, but the image of the smiling young girl was replaced with a girl that looked slightly older – still smiling, but this time just sitting down conspicuously without a diaper. A tasteful design tweak for a diaper aimed towards a child who might be slightly more conscious about her diaper-wearing – but still undoubtedly pull-ups from a baby diaper brand. “These ones should work just fine.” mama said to Eri. “Or would you like to pick something else?” “No, mum, I’m good, thanks.” replied Eri, who really didn’t want to prolong her embarrassment any further. “But these are baby diapers, I don’t know if they’d fit.” “Well Eri, there are some pretty big babies out there.” mama replied warmly as she started walking towards the fresh produce section. Erica blushed slightly and followed closely behind mama, hoping that no one around them would notice that there were two differently-sized diapers in her trolley. *** “Alright, that’s the last of it,” commented mama, after they’d brought in all the groceries from the car into the kitchen. Erica then helped to stock them in the cupboard and fridge – mama had other things to attend to. “Let’s get you sorted out, Anna.” mama said, as she grabbed a hold of the little girl’s shorts and pulled them down. As expected, Anna was fairly wet and due for a change, which mama performed with ease. With her little one settled, mama then focused her attention on her older child, who had just returned to the living room after having completed stocking the food. “Why don’t you wear one right now, Erica?” offered mama as she tore open the pack of bigger diapers. Confused, Eri asked, “Why, mama? I only need them at night!” “For today I thought it would be good for you to try one on first, so that you can get used to the feeling – you might struggle to sleep otherwise” mama replied. “And I’ll need to show you how to put them on.” she said, as she pulled out a pull-up from the pack and gestured at Eri to come over. “Ehh…” sighed the girl as she reluctantly approached mama. “Can’t I do this myself?” she asked. “I’ll help you out just this once, then you can do it yourself next time, okay?” said mama. Gently, she pulled down Eri’s shorts and underwear, leaving her feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable, especially since Anna was so close by – although she was already occupied with a colouring book. “Can we at least go in the room?” pleaded Eri, hoping for some privacy. “It’s okay, Eri dear. It’s easier if we did it right here.” mama said. All this while Anna had always had her diaper changed in the living room, so that’s where all the supplies were kept as well – and mama didn’t seem too keen on having to change this routine. “And don’t worry about Anna,” she consoled Eri. “I’m sure she won’t be mean about it.” “No, I won’t!” the younger sibling agreed. “Now, before putting it on you need to make sure you’ve got it on the right way,” instructed mama, as she showed Eri the pull-up. “This side’s the front – you can tell because it’s got a little ribbon at the top” she said, pointing to the little image of the ribbon. “And at the back there’s a small piece of tape – before throwing away the diaper make sure you roll it and tape it up.” Mama then carefully slid the pull-up up Erica’s legs, and adjusted the leg gathers for her. “Oh my – this fits you perfectly,” said mama cheerfully “and you look adorable.” The pull-up felt nothing like how Erica expected it to be. It was way thicker than her regular underwear, and it was fluffy and soft – it brought Erica a sense of comfort and security that she’d never experienced before. “Now we’re matching!” claimed Anna excitedly as she saw Eri in her diaper. Indeed, the older sibling was wearing the same pull-up, just in a slightly larger size. “Yes, I guess we are.” replied Eri. She couldn’t help but blush at the thought of wearing the same diaper as her sister who was nearly six years younger than her. *** “Now since you’re in a pull-up, it’s okay to go ahead and pee in it when you feel you need to. Or if you want to use the toilet, that’s okay too.” assured mama, as she pulled the girl’s pants back on. “But if you do wet, please make sure you change before it gets too soaked – I wouldn’t want leaks all over the place.” “Okay, mama,” replied Erica. Even with pants on, it did little to hide the bulk of the pull-up underneath. “But I think I’ll still use the toilet during the daytime.” “We’ll see.” replied mama, with a wry smile.

Traditional style forums have had a slow, steady decline for a while now. I'd imagine many abdl communities have shifted over to newer forms of social media. It's a bit of a pity since there's some value in the slightly longer posts and comments found in forums like these.

I wouldn’t want to unduly influence your writing, so no need for the special treatment! I’d be just as happy to read it at the same time that everyone else does. ☺️

I must say…. It really is quite flattering to have a story adapted over my own. 🥰 Please do continue. I think you’ve done some delightful stuff and I’m looking forward to seeing more.

I do have actually an epilogue in the works... which coincidentally shares a very similar idea to the one you have proposed here. ?

After over a week of fun, it was finally time to head back home. The family arrived at the airport mid-morning; enough time for them to return the rental car, check-in their baggage, and get some breakfast before their afternoon flight. As Lila bit into her breakfast sandwich she felt a little bit of wistfulness - the trip had been a whole lot of fun for the girl - and she had finally come to realise that she enjoyed wearing diapers. She loved the feeling of wetting and messing in them, she loved not having to stop what she was doing to use the toilet, she loved the moments that she shared with Mom when having her diaper changed. But with the trip coming to an end, so was her time with diapers. Well, there was a possibility that they’d go on another trip next year, so she could get another chance with diapers… but maybe next year Mom would think that she would finally be old enough to go without. Lila had already been changed once in the morning, but her diaper was already a little damp; and Mom wanted her to be in a fresh diaper for the flight, so after their meals Lila followed Mom into a family restroom close to where their departure gate was. Noting that Lila had yet to poop today, Mom told her daughter, “Dear, if you think you need to do a BM could you please do it now?” Locking the door, she continued, “We have a long journey ahead of us and I don’t want to change you while we’re on the plane, but I don’t want you holding it for the entire flight.” Having just eaten breakfast, the girl did feel a slight need to go, so she squat herself down and began pushing, packing her diaper with poop. It was only after a couple of moments that she realised how silly she must have looked, using the diaper when the potty was only a couple of steps away, but after spending the entire trip in diapers it was almost instinctual for her at this point. Knowing that it was too late to stop, she continued to push, emptying out whatever was left in her bowels. Once Lila had finished pooping, she stood up and looked to her mother to signal that she was done. Mom approached the girl and pulled down her skirt to get it completely out of the way, to prevent it from getting dirty. Changing immediately after the girl had pooped meant there thankfully wasn’t an opportunity for the mess to get squished around, and so the change was a relatively quick and easy affair for Mom. The girl was wiped, powdered, and taped up in quick fashion, and as she pulled her skirt back up, she thought sadly to herself that that was likely her last diaper change. She found herself hoping that it could have lasted just a little bit longer. *** Lila sunk down on her bed, head resting face-down on her pillow. After over a week away from home Lila had started missing her own bed. Sure, the bed at the hotel was plush and comfy, but it was different - and it was comforting to finally be back home, resting on her own bed. Mom and Dad were unpacking and giving the house a little bit of a clean-up, leaving the girl with some time to herself. She still had her diaper on, and the girl was of course aware of that fact. Now that they were finally back home she could take it off herself and go back to regular underwear, but knowing that her diapered time was nearing its end the girl wanted to cherish every little moment she had left. The diaper was soaked, but it could definitely go for a couple more hours. As she laid down, enjoying the comforting embrace of her warm, wet diaper, weariness took over her body, and she drifted off to sleep. *** The sound of ripping tape roused Lila awake. Slowly, the girl opened her eyes and looked around for the source of the sound. She didn’t need long to find out - she saw Mom’s figure right in front of her, and her skirt had been lifted out of the way, revealing her wet, half-opened diaper. It appears that Mom had taken it upon herself to change the girl out of the wet diaper while she was still sleeping. Moving her eyes to the window she saw that it was now dark outside, which told her that she must have been out for quite a while. “Oh, sorry dear, I didn’t mean to wake you.” said Mom as she opened the diaper and began wiping. “But you were out like a light and your diaper was soaked so I thought I’d give you a change.” “Good morning Mom, thanks.” replied Lila. She was a little sad that her last diaper was finally getting removed, but having her wet bottom wiped in the comfort of her own bed was a nice consolation that the girl was thankful for. Still sleepy, the girl closed her eyes once again, enjoying the feeling of the cool wet wipe against her skin. Then, she felt her legs gently being lifted momentarily, bum in the air, and as she was placed back down she felt the familiar, comforting feeling of a fresh diaper. Realising that something wasn’t going quite as expected, Lila opened her eyes, and saw that she was indeed being placed in yet another diaper. “Mom, another diaper?” asked Lila, who thought that Mom had acted on reflex after so many diaper changes. “We’re home now, remember?” “Well, darling, we are indeed back at home so you could certainly wear panties if you’d like. “But over the past week you’ve clearly taken a liking to wearing diapers.” continued Mom, as she sprinkled some powder onto the girl’s diaper area. “And since you behaved so well during the trip I thought this would be a nice little reward for you, so I figured I’d keep you in diapers for as long as you want to. “So, which would you prefer, diapers or panties?” Mom’s proposal was a lot to take in for the girl. As she recalled the past week - and realised how obvious her fondness of diapers had been, wetting and messing herself without reservation - the girl blushed furiously. But she didn’t have to think very long at all before deciding. Still overwhelmed with emotion - mostly joy, and a little bit of embarrassment, Lila replied in a soft, yet enthusiastic voice: “Diapers.”

Lila groaned softly as she exited the car. It was early in the morning - much earlier than Lila was used to, but today was the day that Lila had looked forward to the most. They were at the amusement park, and the family had wanted to start early so that there was enough time to go on all the rides. The young girl, annoyed at having been woken up so early, was a little cranky. But her grumpiness didn’t last long, because walking through the turnstiles and seeing all the rides had immediately put the girl into a wondrous mood. She now had her face buried in the location map, planning which rides she wanted to go on. But before the rides, there was something else that needed settling first. “Diaper change first, Lila.” said Mom as she grabbed a hold onto Lila’s arm before she could run off, and led her towards the restrooms. The family had wanted to arrive early to avoid the queues at the ticketing counter, so they left first thing in the morning after grabbing some sandwiches from the breakfast buffet at the hotel. But this meant that Mom didn’t have the time to change Lila yet, and so the girl was still in the diaper that she wore to bed last night - which was now, of course, very wet. Thankfully, the park had just opened for the day and there weren’t too many people around yet, which meant that the restrooms were still relatively clean. The new diaper had performed admirably, absorbing everything without a leak, but Lila had been wet for quite a long while now and Mom was starting to worry about her skin getting irritated. Knowing that changes today would be few and far between, Mom applied some barrier cream, just in case. Back outside, the ride closest to them was the bumper cars, and Lila - now in a fresh diaper - excitedly went over, joining the queue, her parents behind struggling to keep up with the girl’s pace. *** The morning went by in a flash - following Lila, the family had gone on ride after ride, with hardly any time for rest. But eventually the parents couldn’t match Lila’s energy, and so they took a short break. After all, they did need to use the toilets - even if Lila didn’t. And so they went, with Lila waiting outside, looking after their bags. Mom came back first, because the gents was further away from where they were. Since there was a little bit of downtime while waiting for Dad, she thought she’d better check on the condition of Lila’s diaper. “How’s your diaper, dear?” asked Mom. Lila knew that she had wet several times over the past few hours, but she didn’t feel too wet yet. These newer diapers were thicker for good reason, and the girl was confident she’d be okay for quite a while more. “It’s only a little wet, Mom.” replied Lila. Mom wanted to trust the girl, but after that leak in the aquarium the other day, she thought her daughter was perhaps not that great at gauging the state of her diapers - and she didn’t want to take any chances this time. Glancing around to ensure that no one was looking their way, Mom quickly gave the girl’s padded bum a quick pat. Her hand was met with a light poof rather than a squish, which told her that Lila was right - she was relatively dry… for now. Lila blushed a little at being checked, especially since she had already told Mom that her diaper was okay. But she too knew that the checks were better left to Mom. Oh well, it’s not like anyone cares, she convinced herself. And even if they did, a pat on the bum is far less embarrassing than a leaky diaper. *** The next ride that Lila set her sights on was the ferris wheel. Mom and Dad weren’t too keen on getting crammed inside a warm, stuffy chamber for half an hour, but the young girl insisted, so they relented and let her go on her own while the two of them left to find a place for lunch. After a short queue, Lila got on the ride. There weren’t too many people looking to get on, so the girl was given a cabin all to herself. It was incredibly exciting for the girl - partly because she enjoyed being high up, but also because this was the first time her parents had let her on a ride alone. Her cabin slowly began to ascend, and Lila looked on in amazement as the objects on the ground got smaller. Eventually the cabin got high enough, and she was treated to a full view of the city. As she enjoyed the view, she felt the need to poo. She wasn’t going to let that distract her from her fun, however - not that she had to, anyway. She turned her body around to face the window at the back of the cabin and let her knees rest on the seat. Unlike her previous attempts at messing where she had to be conscious of the people around her, this time she didn’t need to be discreet. She bent her body slightly, lifted her butt, and with a grunt, started to expel logs of warm, soft poop into her diaper - all while peering out the window, scanning the city below her. It took a couple of pushes, but the girl finally emptied her bowels into the diaper. Placing her hand on her butt, she could feel the firm shape of her mess against her shorts. With her shorts supporting the diaper, there wasn’t much room for the diaper to sag, so Lila could feel the warm lump of mess held tightly against her bum. Finally relieved, she turned around and sat herself back down to have a look at the other side of the cabin, which was now slowly descending. She felt her phone buzz - it was Mom - telling her that they’d found a lunch spot and to head over once she was done. Lila gave a quick reply, and snapped a photo of the skyline, which she also sent to Mom. Once back on land, Lila made her way over to the outdoor food court where Mom and Dad were at. Mom was having a burger, while Dad appeared to have finished his meal and was now slowly sipping a coffee while waiting. Lila first went and got herself a hot dog and a drink, before joining her parents at the table. As she sat on the bench next to Mom she felt the warm mess squish against her. For a brief moment she had forgotten that she was very messy - but now she was seated she was reminded of her messy diaper. It wasn’t a big deal; she didn’t mind it, and she was confident that her diaper could hold up. Knowing that Mom would check her eventually, she decided that she didn’t have to bring it up, and she started on her meal. *** The family’s post-lunch itinerary was just as packed as it was in the morning. Lila, re-energised after her lunch, was determined to get on every ride the park had, Dad and Mom once again falling victim to the girl’s enthusiasm. Despite being loaded the diaper was still holding up well, but because the girl had continued to wet, the mess had taken on an even softer consistency; and her moving around so much had caused it to smear all over her bum and crotch. But the thrills, sights and sounds were all too captivating for her to even notice. But now the sun was intensifying, and the heat was starting to wear on them. They wanted someplace cool for a change, so they went for the haunted house, which was comfortably air-conditioned. Stepping into the waiting area, the cool air provided them with much needed relief, so they paused there for a moment to cool off and catch a breather. Now that Lila and her parents were now in an indoor enclosed space, Mom was finally able to catch a slight whiff of Lila’s messy diaper. But the smell was so faint, and amidst the lingering odours of food, perfumes, and air freshener, no one would have detected the smell of her messy diaper, unless they were standing close enough and looking for it - like Mom was. The corner that they were resting at was dark enough to offer some privacy and not many people were around, so Mom decided to perform a quick check to confirm her suspicions. She grabbed a hold of the girl and brought her close, and with her free hand tugged at the back of the shorts to look inside - and found that Lila was indeed very poopy. The padding, which had started out white, now had a yellow discolouration from the front through the back, and the seat of the diaper - where Lila had smushed her poop against - had taken on a brownish stain. “Oh dear, you are very messy.” sighed Mom. “When did this happen?” “At the ferris wheel, Mom.” replied Lila. “Ah, that’s why I didn’t know.” Mom was initially confused about how her daughter had ended up in a poopy diaper when she didn’t notice the girl pausing to mess at any point - but then she was reminded that there was a brief period where they weren’t together. Mom knew that Lila was in dire need of a change, but that would mean having to go back outside, and a short trek to a restroom in the scorching heat. Neither of them were eager to exit the comfortably air-conditioned compound - and the room looked just about ready to receive a new wave of guests - so she decided that a change could wait until after this. After the haunted house, Mom wasted no time in getting Lila to a family restroom for a change. As she wiped her daughter’s messy bum, Mom was silently amused at how carefree Lila had become about her diapers - the girl who had vehemently refused to put it on at the start was now more than happy to mess in it without a second thought. *** “Lila darling, wake up, we’re back.” Mom gave the girl a gentle nudge to wake her up. By the time they left the park in the evening she had completely run of steam, and she fell asleep the moment she got in the car. Sleepily, she rubbed her eyes, shifted across the seat and exited the car, following Mom back to their room. Once in, she promptly threw herself on the bed and dozed off. Mom was about to chide the girl for lying in the bed with dirty clothes on, but, seeing how tired the girl was, she decided to cut her some slack. The hotel swapped sheets daily anyways, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. But at the very least, Mom at least wanted her to sleep in something clean. She took out a shirt from the wardrobe and placed it on the bed next to the girl, got her to sit upright, and removed her dirty shirt, replacing it with a clean one, before laying the girl back down. Then, she pulled off Lila’s shorts as well, leaving her in a shirt and diaper. Sticking a finger into the leak guards for a quick check, Mom found that the diaper was quite damp, but decided that it could last until the morning. She tossed Lila’s clothes into the laundry bag, pulled the blanket over her daughter, and finally lay down herself, drifting off to sleep.

Lila was never great at dealing with the summer months. She disliked the scorching heat emanating from the pavements, the bright sun blinding her view, and - most of all - the sticky, sweaty skin caused by the humid air. Today was an especially hot summer day, and the family had wanted somewhere cooler to spend their time - so they drove over to the shopping district, and walked into the closest shopping mall they could find. As Lila entered the mall, she felt the strong gust of cold air from the air conditioner brush against her skin, and the young girl was thankful for an escape from the strong summer heat outside. Mom had wanted to get some souvenirs for friends back home, so the family walked around casually, entering any store that caught their interest. As they walked, the chill air caused Lila to feel a slight twinge in her bladder. The girl, now accustomed to using the diaper whenever she wanted, simply let go and soaked the diaper with her pee. She was surprised at how easy it was for her to wet her diaper, compared to when she first tried to pee at the airport - which was quite the struggle. I didn’t need to stop walking, she thought to herself. Upping her pace, she caught up to her parents, who had just walked past a grocery store. “Oh right, I nearly forgot. We’re running low on diapers so we should stock up while we’re here.” said Mom, as she switched directions and headed back towards the grocery store. Hearing that, Lila blushed a little, but was thankful that what Mom had said was vague enough to not reveal who exactly the diapers were for. She followed her parents into the store, and headed towards the diaper aisle. Lila had walked through diaper aisles many times in the past, but she never paid them much attention. Now, however, she was paying attention - and she was surprised at the sheer variety that the store had to offer. The shelves were stocked with a wide selection, from baby diapers to pullups to adult diapers. Now that they were here Lila started to feel a little self-conscious again, but the amount of options had her in awe. “We’ll need some of these… and maybe this as well, just in case.” said Mom, as she grabbed some packs of baby wipes and a tube of barrier cream, placing them into the shopping basket. She then focused her attention back on the diaper shelves. She could have easily just bought the same diaper that Lila was already using, but since the store had so much to offer she thought she’d spend a little bit of time to see she could get something better. True enough, something different caught her eye - it was a bright pink package with a picture of a girl at the front; but unlike most other packages with pictures of babies or toddlers, this one instead had a picture of a girl about Lila’s age. She extended her arms and grabbed a pack out of the shelf, taking a closer look at the product description at the back. It stated that it was designed for older children with heavy bedwetting or incontinence, and promised absorbency lasting “up to 12 hours”. The diaper itself was adorned with cute designs comprising pink ribbons and little dots - not babyish, but tastefully designed to appeal to an older child. Glancing at the size indicator, Mom saw that it would fit Lila very nicely. It was definitely pricer than Lila’s current diapers, but after considering the number of changes required per day, Mom thought she’d actually be able to save a little. Lila was at the other end of the aisle. She happened to be looking at some pullups, and realised that they actually did make them for her size. But having used actual diapers for a while now, she found that she preferred those instead. Mom called out to her, gesturing to get her to come over, and showed her the package in her hands. “Would you like to give this one a try?” asked Mom. “It might be better than your current ones.” Looking at the package, the girl was a little concerned. For one, the package looked a lot more childish than the one that came with her current diapers, which were medical diapers. And while they looked like they were a lot more absorbent it also meant that they were likely to be quite a bit thicker than her usual diapers. But she found herself captivated by the design of the diapers themselves. The medical diapers that she was currently wearing were plain white, and this new one was a lot nicer to look at. This would be a little embarrassing to wear, she thought to herself, but it does look really cute. “Sure, why not.” agreed Lila. It was at least worth a try, she thought. *** By the time the family finished shopping, it was late in the afternoon. They decided to grab a late lunch at the food court, and returned back to the hotel for some rest. Lila had worked up a bit of a sweat under the hot summer heat, so she went straight for the shower. Once that was done, she saw that Mom had been waiting for her on the bed, where the changing mat had been laid down. Mom had already opened the new pack of diapers, and she was in the midst of fluffing one up. “Come on over,” said Mom. “let’s give these new diapers a try.” As Mom taped the diaper in place, Lila realised that this new diaper was indeed a little thicker than her older ones. But, it was also a lot softer, and it was nice to feel the material brush against her skin. “How is it?” asked Mom. “I kinda like it, I guess… it’s thicker and feels softer.” answered Lila. Now that she was diapered, the girl went to the wardrobe, planning to change into more comfortable clothes. She picked out a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of shorts, but then quickly realised that putting on the shorts over the thick diaper resulted in a tight fit and a rather large bulge. The pants went on fine, but it wasn’t very comfortable, so the girl took it off, and tried searching for something that would fit better. Seeing the girl struggle with what to wear, Mom eventually suggested, “Dear, you don’t always have to put something over your diaper - it’s just the two of us in here. Besides, it’ll make checks and changes easier for me, too, so I’d actually prefer if you didn’t put anything on.” The girl hesitated a little. Sure, by now Mom had seen her in her diaper countless times, but it was still a little embarrassing and she didn’t want to reveal more than what she needed to. She continued rummaging through her wardrobe, trying to see if there was anything that could have possibly fit more comfortably. Eventually, however, she gave up on her search, and heeded Mom’s suggestion to go pantsless. Defeated, she jumped on the bed, face buried on a pillow. “Don’t worry, honey. It’s just the two of us here anyway, and I think that diaper looks really cute on you.” laughed Mom. *** For the next few hours Lila and Mom lazed around in the hotel room, the girl catching up to her Twitter and Instagram feeds which have gone untouched for the past few days, while Mom surfed through the various cable TV channels the hotel had to offer. Lila had been peeing into the diaper as and when she felt the need, and while the pee made the diaper warm and squishy, it still felt dry and soft against her skin. It was indeed performing much better than her old diapers, which would have probably required a change by now. Going pantsless meant her diaper was in full view, and with nothing to hold the diaper in place, it made audible crinkling sounds with every movement. It was a little embarrassing for the girl, but over time she slowly got used to it. And it did feel comfier without having to wear pants. Eventually, Mom got up from her seat and called out to her daughter. “We’re going out to dinner, Lila. You look pretty wet but I’m sure it’ll hold up for a few.” She rummaged through the wardrobe for a while and picked out a dress, handing it to the girl. “Here, put this on - it’ll hide your diaper bulge well enough.” Taking the dress from Mom, Lila was a little surprised at how Mum could tell that she was wet from afar, even without checking. She asked, “How did you know I was wet, Mom?” “Lila, dear, you’re hardly ever dry.” laughed Mom. “Besides, look how the little pink ribbons have disappeared?” she said, pointing at Lila’s diaper. “Those are wetness indicators that fade away when wet. That’s why I said it’d be easier for me if you didn’t have pants on.” Looking down at her diaper, Lila saw that a lot of the little pink decorations have indeed faded away, now replaced by a slight yellow tinge from her pee. Some of the padding in front was still dry and had the designs visible, but most of the dots and ribbons at the middle and back were now gone. Realising that Mom had been silently checking on the state of her diaper over the past few hours, she couldn’t help but feel a little… small. Almost like a toddler who didn’t know to tell Mom when her diaper was wet. The girl didn’t quite know how to describe this weird feeling, but she knew that she didn’t dislike it. Sheepishly, she changed into the dress that Mom selected for her, and looked into the mirror - the bulge showed just a little - not enough for anyone else to tell, except for Lila. And it did make her look a little cute, she thought to herself.