My Best Friends House

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[pink nappies]

Wow, its been a long time... exactly 5 months in fact. For reasons previously stated I'm sorry its been so long. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with the story, you'll be pleased to know its almost finished and so I'm now in hussle mode!

Chapter 19

The seemingly fearless girl made absolutely no effort to hide what she was doing. In one movement she lowered herself to a squat and assumed the potty position, including all accompanying noises. Amy’s diaper, now sagging a little, began to visibly bulge underneath and expand. She even added a small “ahhh…” to indicate she had finished before standing back up like nothing had even happened. I of course didn’t know what to do.

“Can we eat now?” Amy asked innocently. Not being able to react to the situation quick enough, I simply nodded my head, which almost made the situation a whole lot worse. Seeing my approval, Amy poised herself to sit down on the blanket. Luckily, at that very moment my brain caught up with itself and I managed to catch her before she could do any real damage. For a split second Amy hovered above the ground with only my arms to support her, until I lifted her back onto her feet.

“Oh no, no, no, no…” I cooed, as one does to a cat about to come into the house with muddy paws. Amy seemed more than a little surprised.

“I thought you said we could eat lunch?”

“Amy, tell me you didn’t just do what I think you did…” I said, looking into her eyes. As usual she seemed completely oblivious to what I meant and so didn’t react. I suddenly decided it was probably better if I didn’t press for confirmation, lest I embarrass her unnecessarily.

“Actually, you don’t have to answer that.” I corrected, thinking on my feet. “Just relax a second, okay?” Amy, trusting me completely, did as I asked while I gently turned her around. Her diaper already peeped out of the top of her skirt so I simply had to give it a tug in order to check. I don’t know why I bothered; it was completely obvious what had happened, I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part. Sure enough, peeking down the back of her diaper confirmed it. “Uh oh!” I announced rather loudly and purposefully. Still facing away from me, Amy looked back over her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” she asked genuinely.

I simply didn’t know what to say without sounding dumb.

“Um, you’ve had an accident.”

Yep. Dumb.

“You said it was okay just this once.” she squeaked.

“I know, but I didn’t think you meant…” I had run right out of things to say. I knew enough about Amy now to realise that this was actually all my fault. She was right; I had said that it was okay. Not that it mattered since she simply needed a change now.

“Okay, let’s get you back home.”

“But why? You said we were going to have a picnic.”

“I know but you need a change, hun.”

“I’m okay for now.”

“Amy, you can’t stay in that diaper. I have to change you before…”

“I don’t understand! You said if I went in my diaper we could have a picnic!”

“Shhh! Not so loud, people might hear you.” In truth there wasn’t anyone particularly close by, but still I didn’t want to take the chance of embarrassing her further.

“I’m sorry Amy, but I don’t want you to get a rash. Come on, if we go back now we can save the picnic and have it in the garden. How does that sound?”

“But I don’t wanna go back. I wanted a picnic in the park.”

I could see that Amy was close to tears, but there just wasn’t any other solution. I sure wasn’t going to change her in the park bathrooms, and I’d never forgive myself if she got a rash because I didn’t change her. I looked into Amy’s sad eyes and my heart nearly melted. I had promised her a fun picnic that she had been looking forward to all day and was about to go back on it, on top of the fact that she now had to stand in a messy diaper. It was all my fault.

Amy started to cry. I could tell she was trying to fight it but wasn’t doing a very good job of holding back through sniffles. I figured that her diaper must have felt awful.

“There, there.” I said trying to comfort her though hugs, “I know it must be uncomfortable.”

“I don’t care about that…” she sniffed, “I’ve just never had a real picnic before.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. If I didn’t do something right at that moment I risked never being able to sleep at night ever again.

I looked over both shoulders and got a good scan of the park around the hill we were currently standing on. Or more like Amy was standing and I was kneeling. I looked at her one last time before making my decision. Carefully I scooped her up in my arms and laid her down on the blanket. As I lifter her skirt out of the way Amy meeped and opened her mouth in surprise.

“Shhhh…” I whispered, pressing my finger to my lips. “You really want a picnic, huh?” Amy simply nodded.

“Hehe, to tell the truth me too,” I giggled, “but we can’t have fun with you in a stinky diaper, can we?” This time it was Amy’s turn to giggle, as I think she realised she knew what it meant. I was relieved that she was actually willing to go along with it. Relieved but not surprised.

“Try not to think about where we are.” I said, hoping to comfort Amy somewhat. After all, she might have been happy about the picnic but I figured she can’t have been too pleased about the compromise.

“Just close your eyes and keep quiet, and I’ll be done as fast as I can, okay?”

But Amy had no intention of closing her eyes or keeping quiet.

“Yay!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “Picnic!” Even as I was changing her diaper, Amy propped herself up slightly on her arms so she could start looking into the picnic bag. I was trying my best to be discrete considering this was nothing short of a public change, but Amy wasn’t helping things go any faster. Even when I asked her to lie back down so I could get a clean diaper under her she pouted, too eager to get the picnic started to care about getting the change over with.

“There, all done. Now lets try not to have any more ‘accidents’ before we’ve finished, okay?” Amy said nothing and instead simply emptied the bag of all its contents and began arranging everything on the blanket in a clearly pre thought out manner.

It wasn’t a feast by any stretch. Just a few sandwiches I put together, some juice, some cake and the rest of the candy left over from the corner store that I had tipped into the bag at the last moment. Still, it was all arranged neatly with the juice in the middle like a towering centre piece, the cake and the sandwiches stacked up on either side and the candy arranged in neat piles wherever there was a gap.

“Good job Amy!” I congratulated her, wanting to make this picnic as special as possible (considering what she had had to go through to get it!) “Ready to dig in?”

She didn’t even answer me before lunging for the cake which had conveniently been placed closest to her.

“Not so fast squirt! Please try and eat a sandwich first before filling yourself up on cake and sweets.”

“Awww, but sandwiches are boring! I like cake best!”

“I’m sure you do, but it isn’t a real picnic if you just eat sweets, is it?”

“Oh, okay.” She sighed, picking up the smallest cucumber sandwich she could from the pile. Intent to prove a point, Amy then proceeded to try and shove the whole thing in her mouth at once. I couldn’t help but laugh at the loud “Ommm” noise she made, and the fact that she could barely close her mouth made it even funnier. I managed to finish two sandwiches in the time it took Amy to chew and swallow the whole thing, which I knew would happen right from the start. I then made a point of slowly reaching for a piece of cake.

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to be the first to try this cake!” I said deliberately.

“Mm-nooo!” Amy mumbled, still with a mouth full of too much sandwich and redoubling her efforts to force it down. I just laughed some more and poured us both a paper cup of juice.

And so we spent a leisurely afternoon sitting in the park enjoying our picnic. The weather was warm but not too hot so I was content to just relax and watch the world go by as we slowly went through most of what we had brought. Amy looked to be having a good time for her supposed first picnic, though she didn’t attempt another sandwich and was instead happy to fill herself on cake, sweets and soda. I did feel a little irresponsible, but knowing what Amy was like I figured, how much more hyper could she get?

A few hours of bouncing later and Amy more or less crashed out on the blanket. Sugar rushes always look fun at the time but the come down never seems worth it. Not wanting to let her get too comfortable and guessing that she probably needed a change by now, I decided it was time to go home. Amy reluctantly agreed, though certainly wouldn’t admit that she was tired. She did however thank me for a lovely picnic, which practically made me melt. If I could have carried her home I would have, but I guess no matter how adorable they are, a teenage girl is still a teenage girl and so I just had to settle for watching her skip beside me.

As soon as we were back inside the house I took the opportunity to check Amy’s diaper before she could run off somewhere and cause mischief. As it turned out it was a good job we left the park when we did, because Amy was pretty close to leaking point. My first clue was that her diaper hung almost below the hem of her skirt, meaning she was either very wet or had made it loose from all the bouncing around she did at the park. Probably a combination of both I thought, but a quick check revealed her to be soaked. It must have been all the soda I let her drink, though now that I thought about it I had hardly set a good example: having absent-mindedly gulped several cups over the course of the afternoon, my own need was pretty strong. As such, I promptly asked Amy to wait in the front room for a change while I “took care of something.” Of course I was using the bathroom, but I didn’t want to make Amy feel like I was trying to compare myself to her.

Big mistake.

When I returned to the front room and saw Amy lying down on the floor, I immediately realised what had happened. Quickly lifting her onto her feet again, I could see that her soggy butt must have squished as she sat on the floor, causing the diaper to leak. An obvious wet spot had spread on the back of her skirt, and feeling the ground revealed that some had made it to the carpet. Not much, but enough that it was going to have to wipe it up. Amy knew exactly what had happened and shyly cupped her diaper in embarrassment, a quirk she had developed recently whenever she thought I might be mad at her for her accidents. Of course, it was never her fault.

“I’m really sorry Amy; guess I wasn’t quick enough, huh?” I said, apologising before she could so that she would know it was my fault and not hers. Amy just said nothing, presumably having nothing to say now that she couldn’t apologise. I didn’t give her a chance to feel any more awkward as I quickly set to work changing her, albeit standing up now.

She wouldn’t be able to wear the skirt again today, but at least it meant I could use it to dry her off a little and make her the change go a little easier. It also meant that once I had put her into a clean diaper I had to ask her to go get some more clothes since I wanted to wipe the wet spot from the carpet as soon as possible.

“Okay kiddo, I’m just gonna clean up here so feel free to wear whatever’s comfy.” I guessed little things like having to get clean clothes because you had wet yourself could potentially be more embarrassing than you would think, but somehow I knew Amy wouldn’t mind. Still, she seemed to consider something for a few moments before finally agreeing. She had disappeared by the time I had collected the wet diaper and gone to the kitchen to fetch a cloth.

The carpet was actually not as wet as I had first feared. Her skirt must have absorbed most of the leak so the wetness hadn’t really soaked into the carpet, making cleaning it up and drying it off a relatively easy process. I heard Amy re-enter the room and turn on the T.V behind me while I was cleaning, but I had already decided that I wouldn’t acknowledge her until I was done to make sure she wouldn’t associate what I was doing with her accident. However, when I did finally turn around I was surprised to see that Amy hadn’t put on any more clothes and was just lounging around in her diaper.

“Don’t you have any clean pants?” I asked, stating my first guess for her lack of clothes.

“I don’t know; I haven’t looked.” She answered succinctly, ruling out several other reasons I might have been thinking since she clearly had no intention of covering up her diaper. My next guess was that she was probably having trouble using the bathroom with pants on, and wanted to make it easier for herself so that she could try harder. I know, I know: wishful thinking.

“How come?” I finally replied, figuring that a simple straight forward question was best.

“Well, you said to wear whatever was comfy… and I’m comfy like this.”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I didn’t. Personally I couldn’t think of anything more uncomfortable from a self esteem perspective than having your diaper showing, but hey, who was I to tell her how to be comfy in her own diapers? My selfishness quickly caught up with my as usual, and I immediately reasoned that now it would be easier to check her if she had her diaper showing. Maybe I should encourage her to not wear pants for the rest of the vacation? Then we could both be lazy…

Wait.

I rewound that thought in my head.

She wouldn’t be wearing pants for the rest of the vacation. The vacation in which I was looking after Amy. The vacation that was only for two weeks. The vacation that ended in two days. The vacation from which Amy’s parents would return in two days.

“Oh… poop!”

[diamondback6881]

That last line made me laugh.

Good to see you're continuing.

[the diaper mike]

please go on

[:dlb]

parents uhoh thats a quandry

[gcliment27]

this is the best story!!!! i love it:) great work

[pink nappies]

Chapter 20

Amy showed vague interest in my little outburst, but I hadn’t even begun to think things through so I opted to just dismiss it as nothing for the time being. We were both tired, especially Amy, but this needed addressing right now before it got far too late.

Amy was already a bed wetter: that much I knew, and I was pretty sure she was prone to the occasional day time accidents, but I couldn’t assume that she was ever diapered for it by her parents. However, in the space of around ten days I had somehow managed to make her diaper dependant as though nothing was unusual. I couldn’t even fathom explaining that to her parents, but at the same time they might actually understand what I had done. Maybe they had even thought about doing it too? And besides, if they knew about her accidents already, was it fair of them to expect me to be cleaning up the whole time? Immediately I reprimanded myself for this thought. They were paying me good money to look after Amy, what I had done was nothing short of selfish laziness. No matter how comfortable Amy might have felt, it didn’t change that fact. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to take Amy back out of diapers, to get her paying attention to her accidents again? Rebecca’s parents would be back the day after tomorrow, so whatever I decided to do I only had one full days grace.

“Hey, Amy.” I said coyly, deciding to inform her of my decision. Right away she shuffled across the sofa so that she was leaning against me, indicating that I had her attention. “You know your parents get back the day after tomorrow, right?”

“Awww, but we’re having so much fun!”

“I know, it’s been great, huh? But don’t you wanna see your mom and dad again?”

“I guess so…” I knew the answer was secretly no; I felt the same at her age. Two weeks was hardly long enough to give teenagers a good taste of independence. Fearing that our conversation was going off track I brought it back around to the point as tactfully as I could.

“So everything should be ready for when they get back, right?”

“Uh-huh.” By the look on Amy’s face I knew she thought I was implying cleaning. In truth there was very little to do around the house but her belief served my purposes so I didn’t feel the need to reassure her right then.

“And you need to be out of diapers, okay?”

“Okay.”

And just like that, Amy agreed with me. Fearing resistance, I was preparing all kinds of reasoning to encourage her out of diapers, but it seems like I completely underestimated her maturity. I had guessed she wouldn’t understand exactly why she couldn’t wear them anymore, since she had slipped back into them so easily, but evidently I was wrong. In light of such successful negotiations and because she had had such a tiring day, I decided to show some lenience.

“That’s great Amy!” I beamed, letting her know I was proud of her for not making a fuss, “Don’t worry about it for today, but tomorrow we can try keeping you dry, okay?”

“Okay.” She answered, as though it was never going to be a problem.

I should have known things would not go so easily.

The next day I made sure I got up nice and early to devote almost a full day to re-potty training Amy, as well as to do a bit of cleaning here and there. Amy wasn’t up when I went downstairs but soon came shortly after for her usual morning change. So far there were no problems since I wasn’t holding out on curing Amy’s bedwetting in the space of one day. As was decided the day before, once in a clean diaper I left Amy to run around with no pants on. Not only would it let me keep an eye on her but it would also make it easier for Amy to use the bathroom, and I reminded her of such during the change.

However, not half an hour after being changed she was wet again.

We were both sitting on the sofa eating our breakfast in front of the T.V, a rare luxury I allowed, when I glanced down at just the right time to see wetness spread across the front of her diaper.

“Amy? Amy, quick, you’re having an accident!” I said as soon as I could process what was happening, hoping to salvage something before the flow stopped. Amy just remained perfectly still as though in a trance until she was thoroughly finished wetting.

“Ooops...” was all she could say while looking sheepish for about five seconds before returning her attention to the T.V.

“Don’t worry about it hun,” I said rather disappointedly, “just remember you’re trying to use the bathroom today, okay?”

“Okay.” she said rather dejectedly. “Sometimes I have accidents in the morning when I wake up… ”

Of course! I remembered back to the first day I caught her still in her night diaper when she told me her parents let her keep it on for a while. So this was just a normal accident, nothing out of the ordinary.

“I’m sorry Amy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure you’ll do good next time, right?”

“Right!” she said happily. I felt kinda bad for jumping to conclusions, but still I decided it might be better if I didn’t change her right away, hoping that maybe feeling wet would remind her to use the bathroom.

When it happened again a little later I was less hopeful. I had just finished hanging out one last load of washing when I realised Amy hadn’t come to me once to ask to use the bathroom. I figured it might be a good idea to go ask her myself, just to remind her in case she wasn’t paying attention. I found her in her room reading a book, but I couldn’t tell just by looking at her diaper whether or not she had wet it again, so I simply asked what I came in to ask.

“Hey Amy, do you need the bathroom at all?” The answer was immediately obvious as the young girl just stared down at herself, clearly embarrassed.

“Um, I think I had an accident…” she mumbled.

“Are you sure?” I said. Ever the optimist I decided to check her diaper anyway, which Amy was used to by now so she just sat back so I could get at her. Sure enough, upon closer inspection her diaper was more than just a little wet. She had clearly had another accident.

I wasn’t too surprised to be honest; it was a lot to ask after over a week of letting her just use her diapers like a child. I didn’t say anything as I gently laid her down for a change.

“I’m sorry...” She sniffed, “I was trying, and, and…”

“Shhhh.” I interrupted before she could get any more upset. The last thing I wanted to do was make her cry. “It was just an accident. The important thing is that you were trying, so everything is okay.” This seemed to make her smile a little, so I just smiled back and gave her lots of encouragement once her new diaper was in place.

It was clear that I needed to take a more active role in helping Amy stay dry. After all, it was me who made the decision to put her back in diapers in the first place, and it was pretty unreasonable of me to expect Amy to motivate herself. Thus I decided to spend the rest of the day hanging out with Amy, playing video games and watching T.V together. That way I could keep an eye out for the tell tale signs of her needing the bathroom, and subtly remind her not to be lazy if she had to pee.

I didn’t want to harass her too much, but I figured that asking Amy if she needed to use the bathroom every half an hour or so was reasonable enough to ensure that she wouldn’t forget. Of course Amy took everything in her stride, answering me promptly and without any resentment. For the first two hours or so I wasn’t surprised that the answer was always “nope”, but after a while I wondered just how honest she was being since she tended to have accidents quite regularly. If she was holding it, she wasn’t letting on. I guess it didn’t help that we were still playing video games, as even I have a hard time paying attention to anything when you’re half way through kicking someone’s ass… as Amy was doing to me.

“Are you sure you don’t need to go?” I asked again, unconvinced this time that she wasn’t holding herself so that she could keep playing. Over the course of the last game, Amy had repositioned herself so that her legs were pressed together, and now she appeared to be rocking gently. It all pointed to one thing.

“Uh-huh.” She answered without turning her head from the screen. I wasn’t about to outright accuse her of lying, but at the same time I wasn’t giving up so easily.

“Well I’d still like you to try Amy, do you think you could do that?”

“But I’m okay, honest! You’re just mad ‘cause I’m kicking your butt!” Amy stuck her tongue out at me but continued to shake on the spot, strengthening my resolve.

“Haha, I can’t deny that.” I said, which was true, “but do you still think you could try? For me?”

“Oh, okay.” Amy said grudgingly. By now I knew the trick was to convince her it would make me happy; she just couldn’t resist feeling like we were best friends or something. Even so, she seemed reluctant to actually tear herself away from the game.

“Come on then.” I said, pausing the game and lifting her up so that I could carry her. Amy let the controller flop lifelessly to the floor as she turned her attention away from what she was doing to me.

In retrospect, I wish she hadn’t. As soon as her arms where around my neck I saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp slightly. The arm I was holding underneath her quickly grew warm.

“I’m sorry…” was all Amy could mumble, pressing her head into my shoulder and tightening her grip on me. It was clear that me picking her up had caused her to stop focussing on not peeing and lose control. I wanted to say something about it, but before I could think of a nice way to call her out she had started crying.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” I said instead, “It was my fault; I shouldn’t have picked you up…”

“No!” Amy meeped through tears, not wanting me to let go. “I didn’t know…” Even though I knew she was lying and wouldn’t admit that she had just held on too long, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her. After all, her lie was partly to make me feel better, which made my heart melt.

Amy continued to cry while I held her and showed no intention of letting go, wrapping her legs around my waist like a koala bear. I couldn’t see any reason to make her get off, so I just sat down on the bed, her butt now resting on my legs as I rubbed her back to try and calm her down. It seemed to be working, and after a little while her crying subsided and I felt her grip loosen. Amy giggled softly as I caressed her lower back, which only encouraged me to keep soothing her. I used my other hand to slip in between us and rub her tummy, which had been feeling a little tense against me. Amy began to squirm but continued to giggle and loosen her grip, signifying that I was helping her to calm down and feel better. She was clearly relaxing again.

Amy continued to relax more and more until I felt her head slip from my shoulder. Her giggling turned into a light grunting. Before I knew what was happening, there suddenly came a loud long fart. It became clear that I had caused her to relax a little too much.

“Uh-oh!” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

It was obvious what was happening as Amy wriggled futilely for a few moments. Then she burst into tears.

[alex 04]

thanks for the new chapters

[lonewolf]

all i can say is you are simply the best right i have ever ran into on this site and i love you work keep it up pink stuff? i give this story 8 smileys cus you rock

[:dlb]

talk about regressing with no worries

[diamondback6881]

Thanks for continuing.

[watsonlee24]

Good updates

[Pull-ups man]

all right! I dreamed about this moment, when you add another great chapter! please dont stop! and try to get another chapter in a month please

i find it really interesting the way in which you slowly regressed Amy to become more and more a baby. very subtly. I wonder how this all will end.

take care

[the diaper mike]

please go on

[lonewolf]

more plezz

[shyguy26]

Wow. This story is getting more interesting with each new chapter. I am very interested to see how the story ends. Great work. ... Correction.... EXCELLENT WORK!

[gcliment27]

i dont want this story to end:)

[alex 04]

i hope there will be a new update soon

[gcliment27]

this is my favorite story of all time:)

[goodnight_girl88]

please please continue. can not wait for more