Betsy giggled, her new dolly was drinking from her bottle and soon the water would be flowing through the plastic toy, exiting through a small hole in the doll’s crotch and filling the tiny diaper which Betsy had just put on the doll.
Betsy Nelson was eight years old; she loved her real baby doll. The doll had been a gift from her mother on Betsy’s birthday just two weeks ago. Since then it was all she would play with.
Betsy was an only child, she and her mother had recently moved to a small town west of Boston. Her mother worked in advertising and the real baby doll was a product of a toy company that her mother’s firm was representing.
She and her mother had moved around a lot, Betsy had never known her father; he had left her mother before she was born.
Because they had moved so often Betsy hadn’t had time to build any friendships with other girls her age, her toys and coloring books were her life. Diapering her baby doll, feeding and changing her had finally given Betsy a sense of control over something in her life. But she wanted more than this; Betsy wanted a friend to play with.
Feeding her baby doll its bottle and waiting as the doll would then wet a tiny disposable diaper was Betsy’s favorite activity. This always made her giggle, she wondered what it would be like to be the baby doll and wet the diaper. The doll had come with a supply of 20 diapers and while playing with her doll, Betsy had been using them up rapidly.
Eventually the doll’s supply of diapers had been used up; Betsy tried to reuse them as many times as she could but eventually the tapes would wear out and no longer keep the diaper secure on the doll. For a while Betsy tried making diapers for her doll out of paper towels but it just wasn’t the same, eventually she lost interest in the doll and found other toys to entertain herself with.
A few months later Betsy and her mother were packing for a day trip to Betsy’s aunt’s house. Betsy filled her toy bag with some coloring books and a few stuffed animals, she saw her real baby doll on the shelf and thought about how much fun she had had playing with it before the diapers ran out. She wished she could have more to play with but because the doll was so new and such a popular item, the tiny diapers had been hard to find. Her mother said that Santa Claus would bring her more for Christmas.
While visiting her Aunt’s house, Betsy played in her baby cousin’s bedroom while her mother and aunt chatted in the kitchen. She was drawing in one of the coloring books she had brought with her; the picture in the book was of a woman pushing a stroller in a park. This reminded Betsy of her real baby doll, she wished she had brought it with her. Even though she didn’t have any diapers for the doll she wanted to play with it again.
Then she had an idea, she was surprised that she hadn’t thought about this sooner, Betsy was sitting in a room full of diapers! She thought that maybe she could use one of her cousin’s diapers on her doll. While her cousin was taking a nap, Betsy quietly stole two diapers, which she hid in the bottom of her toy bag.
Betsy’s cousin Emily was three and a half years old and she hadn’t yet shown an interest in potty training. The diapers were large Pampers and clearly too big for Betsy’s doll, but she wanted to try them because she loved the toy so much and missed playing with it.
Later that evening when Betsy and her family returned home, Betsy ran upstairs to her bedroom. She grabbed her real baby off of the toy shelf and retrieved one of the Pampers from her toy bag. She went to work diapering the doll only to find that the Pamper was much too big for the doll.
Betsy stared at the diaper; it was so big on her dolly that the front of it almost reached the dolls mouth when it was brought up between her legs. To make matters worse, the doll was so small, that the diaper was too big to properly fit between her legs. There was so much bulk that the diaper would fold either outward or inward on itself when Betsy tried to make it fit. She took the diaper off of the doll; Betsy hadn’t even bothered to fasten the tapes, she knew that this wouldn’t work.
She looked at the diaper, Betsy knew it was big but now that she had it unfolded, it was even bigger than she expected. She brought it up to her face and inhaled; the diaper had a wonderful baby powder scent which made Betsy smile.
A strange thought occurred to her; she stood up with the diaper in hand and walked over to her dresser. Betsy opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of her underwear. She walked over to her bed and lay the undies down on the mattress; she then placed the unfolded Pamper next to the undies. They were practically the same size. Betsy smiled.
She unbuttoned her pants and reached for her zipper… “Betsy…dinner time!” she heard her mother shout from downstairs. She quickly buttoned her pants again, stuffed the Pamper under her pillow and returned the underwear to her dresser drawer.
Later that evening at bed time, Betsy finished brushing her teeth and quickly ran into her bedroom. She climbed into bed and moved the Pamper from underneath her pillow to bellow her covers near her waist.
Betsy’s mother entered the room. "Did you brush your teeth? She asked.
“Yes Mom” Betsy replied. She was nervous, what would happen if her mother found her with the diaper she thought. The diaper was well out of sight beneath the covers and the wrinkles hid it completely. Mrs. Nelson didn’t see a thing.
“Good girl, give me a kiss.” Her mother bent down and Betsy kissed her cheek. She pulled the covers up to Betsy’s shoulders tucking her daughter in. “Good night sweetie, sleep tight” she said, then turned out the lamp on Betsy’s nightstand and left the room.
Betsy lay in bed listening carefully, once she was sure that her mother had gone back downstairs, she pulled back the covers and grabbed the diaper. She brought it to her face one more time and inhaled again, the baby powder smell filled her nostrils. She smiled the smell filled her with excitement, she didn’t know why but she loved this smell.
Betsy placed the diaper beside her and lifted her nightgown; she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. She opened the diaper again, arched her back and lifted her bottom off of the mattress. She slid the bottom half of the diaper beneath her and lowered herself down onto it.
Betsy felt that she shouldn’t be playing with diapers but she couldn’t resist the urge to try it. Weeks of diapering her baby doll had filled her mind with fantasies of being a mommy to her baby doll, and playing house. But she had also fantasized about what it would be like to be the baby doll and wear the diapers. She was about to find out.
The diaper felt soft and comfy beneath her bottom. Betsy bent forward, reached between her legs and grabbed the front half of the diaper. She pulled the diaper up between her legs and stifled a giggle as she felt the soft lining touch her skin. She was feeling a guilty excitement that she had never before experienced.
She leaned to her right and fastened the first diaper tape, she had a bit of difficulty at first but she quickly found the tape, opened it, and stuck the adhesive side to the front of the diaper. Betsy repeated the process on the left side, smiling as she sealed the second tape into place. She wiggled her bottom around; feeling the diaper between her legs and hearing the plastic backing crinkle as she moved.
Betsy put her hand to her mouth to conceal more giggles. She loved the way the diaper felt. She rolled over onto her tummy and clenched her legs together feeling the bulk of the diaper between them. She then pressed her groin into the mattress feeling the soft thick diaper pressing back against her. She giggled into her pillow; this was amazing she thought to herself, the diaper fit her perfectly.
Betsy rolled onto her side; she stuck her thumb in her mouth and began to suck. This was going to be a fun new game she thought. Betsy lay in bed with her thumb in her mouth, she reached down and touched her diaper; she wished she had a friend to join her in this new game.
Across the room in the darkness, the eyes of her baby doll flashed green for a split second, and then went dark.
To Be Continued.