This was originally posted in 2006 (I think). I’m posting from my original doc and not from the old board, so there may be errors in here that have not been fixed. (As I’ve mentioned, I make corrections after the fact…spelling and grammar check doesn’t always catch everything). This will have my comments though.
Potty Problems Chapters 1 - 6
It’s been a while, in case anyone cares, I’ve been fine, just busy with life and work. This is a new story loosely based on a real situation that a close friend accounted to me; however none of these characters are real. I’m not sure where I’m going to take it, or how long it will be, I’ll base that on how well it’s received I guess. It’s similar to my previous stories only in respect to time frame; it takes place in the early to mid 80’s before Pull Ups, cloth like covers, DVDs or Mobile Phones. One other thing to note…I’m not a doctor, so any physical condition described in this story is speculative at best.
It’s good to be back, enjoy.
Potty Problems: Chapter One.
Melissa sighed; she looked at the clock on the VCR, she knew her mother would be calling her upstairs soon. This was never her favorite time of the day, only because she knew she would be interrupted from playing or watching TV.
“Melissaaaaa” her mother called from upstairs, “Come up here, it’s time to get ready for bed” she said.
“Ha Ha” came a laugh from the other side of the room, Oliver, Melissa’s older brother was sitting on the other couch; the two had been watching TV in the downstairs play room. Oliver was nine. He loved his little sister and for the most part was a good older brother, he understood his younger sister’s problem’s but sometimes teased her as brothers do.
“Awwww mom” Melissa replied. “Do I have to?” she pleaded. Melissa knew it was diaper time, and while she didn’t mind having to wear a diaper to bed, and even secretly enjoyed it, she never liked having to get ready for bed so early. It was 7:45 on Saturday evening.
“Go on baby, it’s time for your diapees” giggled Oliver.
“Shut up or I’m telling mom!” Melissa said, glaring at her brother.
“I’m just kidding” Oliver said.
“Melissa, come up right now please” her mother shouted down from the top of the stairs. “Your father and I are going out and Linda is coming over to baby sit, I want you ready for bed before she gets here” she replied.
“You’d better go” said Oliver.
Melissa frowned, slowly got off the couch and headed upstairs, she knew the routine all to well; she also knew that arguing would do her no good. Once upstairs she was met in her bedroom by her mother.
“Ok sweetie, get undressed” her mother said. Melissa began to remove her cloths, first taking off her t-shirt and then her shorts and panties. Melissa had been bare foot all day as it was summer time and she hated wearing shoes if she didn’t have to. She now stood naked in her bedroom before her mother.
“Good girl, now, up on the bed” her mother said, patting the mattress with her hand. Melissa did as she was told and climbed onto her bed, she lay on her back and assumed a position she was all too familiar with.
Melissa’s mother set to work right away, first applying a small amount of baby powder to her daughters exposed diaper area, and then sliding the bottom half of a Pamper under Melissa’s waiting bottom. She gently lay Melissa down on the diaper and Melissa knowingly spread her legs and waited as her mother brought the front half of the Pamper up between her legs and secured the tapes tightly around her waist.
“There we go, good girl, now get your pajamas on and you can go back downstairs and watch TV with your brother, Linda will be here soon” Melissa’s mother said, before giving her daughter a tickle on the tummy and kiss on the forehead.
Melissa giggled and rolled off of her bed, she went to her dresser and pulled out a set of pink Pajamas. She slid the bottoms up over her diaper, the thick Pamper was easily visible beneath the PJ bottoms, it crinkled loudly as she moved, announcing it’s presence to the world. Melissa pulled the pajama top over her head and worked her arms into the sleeves; she then went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth before making her way back downstairs to rejoin her brother.
Melissa had worn diapers at night all of her seven years, she had never been dry at night. Along with her bedwetting problem; she would often have accidents during the day, accidents of both types.
Melissa was mostly potty trained and out of daytime diapers by four and a half, however since that time, it was not uncommon for her to have two or more accidents in a week. She would often find herself having too much fun playing with her toys or watching TV to remember to get to the bathroom on time. She was also an excitable girl, ticklish and giggly. When Melissa laughed too hard, she would usually wet her pants.
According to doctors, Melissa had a small bladder; they also speculated that messages from the nerves near her bladder wound not always get to Melissa’s brain fast enough for her to know when she had to go.
To make matters worse, Melissa had a food allergy which caused certain nuts, typically peanuts, to act as a laxative; this would often cause her to poop in her pants. The food allergy was a recent discovery, unfortunately Melissa loved peanuts and peanut butter, she was sad when her mother began to limit her intake of these.
Her family was very understanding of Melissa’s problem, both her mother and father would take turns getting her diapered for bed time, and changing her in the morning or if she woke up wet in the middle of the night.
Melissa’s parents were young, in their early thirties, her father ran a successful local business and her mother was a homemaker. They would go out often on Friday and Saturday evenings leaving Melissa and her older brother with a babysitter. Because her parents would go out in the early evening and return at midnight or later, Melissa was diapered before the babysitter arrived.
On such evenings, Melissa would be awake in her diaper for 2 or more hours before she fell asleep, often resulting in a wet and occasionally messy diaper before her parents returned home. The babysitter was not asked to check or change Melissa, however if a mess occurred a changing could not be avoided.
Linda, Melissa’s favorite babysitter loved taking care of Melissa, and had changed her diaper on more than one occasion. Linda was 14 years old, the daughter of Melissa’s neighbors. She was short for her age, less than five feet, and very slim, other girls and boys her age teased her but regardless, she was a good looking, and popular girl. Linda had helped take care of and had baby sat for Melissa and her brother since Melissa was 4 years old.
Linda arrived at eight, she walked in the kitchen door and called hello.
“Oh hi Linda” Melissa’s mother said, entering the kitchen from the living room “thanks for coming, the kids are downstairs”.
“Hi Mrs. Winters” Linda answered, “It’s no problem at all, I’m always glad to sit for Oliver and Melissa”
“You’re the best Linda, what would we do without you?” Mrs. Winters responded. “Here’s the restaurant we’ll be at, and a number you can reach us at later if there are any problems” She handed a slip of paper to Linda.
“Thanks, I’m sure we won’t have any problems” Linda said, smiling as she took the slip of paper and stuck it in her pocket. “Have a great time, I’ll go down to the playroom and watch TV with Oliver and Melissa now.” She said and proceeded downstairs to join the kids.
Linda found Oliver and Melissa right where she expected them to be, Oliver on the love seat and Melissa on the couch, both with their eye’s glued to the TV, they were watching Different Strokes.
“Hi guys!” Linda said as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Linda! Yay!” Melissa shouted, she leaped off of the couch and ran over to give Linda a hug. Linda smiled; she could hear Melissa’s Pamper crinkling beneath her pajama bottoms as the girl ran over to greet her.
The top edge of the Pamper stuck out of Melissa’s pajama bottoms, Linda thought this was adorable. She bent down and scooped up Melissa, gently patting her diapered bottom as she gave her a hug and kissed her on the forehead.
“Hi Oliver” Linda said, as she put Melissa down. “Hi” replied Oliver, he waved at her from across the room and smiled, but kept most of his attention on the TV.
Melissa pamped back over to the couch, crinkling loudly all the way, she motioned for Linda to sit next to her. “Come on Linda, Different Strokes is on!” she said excitedly.
Linda walked over and joined Melissa on the couch; she put her arm around the girl and smiled. Linda had a secret, she loved babysitting for Melissa and couldn’t wait for her and Oliver to fall asleep in front of the TV as they typically did.
To be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Two
“Ok guys, we’re leaving now” said Mr. Winters as he descended the stairs into the playroom to say goodbye to his children, Mrs. Winters was right behind him.
“Hi Linda” Mr. Winters said, smiling as he entered the playroom.
“Hi Mr. Winters” Linda replied with a smile.
Mr. Winters walked over and gave Oliver a hug, “Good night buddy, don’t give Linda any trouble” he said smiling.
“Come on dad, you know we’re good” Oliver answered.
Mr. Winters then picked up Melissa, tickled her tummy and gave her a kiss. “Good night pumpkin, don’t watch any scary TV ok?” he told his daughter.
“Oh daddy, it’s just Different Strokes” Melissa giggled.
“Gary Colman! That’s scary!” Mr. Winters said jokingly.
“Stop it daddy you’re being silly!” Melissa giggled again, squirming in his arms.
Mr. Winters put Melissa back down on the couch. “We should be back by midnight Linda, that’s not a problem is it?” he asked.
“No problem at all” Linda answered. She smiled as she watched Mr. Winters with Melissa; Linda loved the affection that the man showed for his daughter. Linda’s own father traveled on business often, most of her early childhood he was far away, Linda couldn’t remember feeling loved by her father in the way that Mr. Winters displayed his love for Melissa. While Linda knew that her own father loved her, he just wasn’t there, and her mother, while she was a good mother, often seemed distant. For this reason, Linda loved spending time at the Winters’ house, and with other neighborhood families for which she also babysat, however the Winters were her favorite.
“Linda, remember, no drinks for Melissa, it’s after eight now” Mrs. Winters said as she walked across the room and gave each child a good night kiss.
“aww mommy….pleeese?” begged Melissa.
“Sweetie…you know what happens” Mrs. Winters answered, patting her daughter’s diapered bottom as she gave her another hug goodnight.
Oliver smirked, putting his hand over his mouth to silence his giggle. Mr. Winters gave him a stern look. “Oliver, don’t tease your sister…” he said.
“Sorry dad…sorry Lis” Oliver said, hanging his head.
Melissa stuck her tongue out at him when her parents turned to leave. Linda smiled at this. “Good for her” she thought.
“Ok, we’re off; have fun kids, no parties…” Mr. Winters said as he and his wife walked upstairs.
Linda, Oliver and Melissa giggled at his joke. Moments later they heard the car pulling out of the driveway. Linda was now in charge.
The night went on, Linda, Oliver and Melissa sat on the comfy couches in the downstairs playroom watching TV. Different Strokes had ended, Silver Spoons had ended, and they had switched over to ABC to watch The Love Boat. Linda was sure that Oliver and Melissa didn’t understand all of the humor or sexual innuendo on The Love Boat, but it was the most popular show on Saturday night and all their friends were watching it too. Melissa thought Gopher was funny.
“Linda, can I have some cool aid?” Oliver asked.
“Sure” Linda replied, “but you have to get it yourself, I’m your babysitter, not your servant” she said, smiling at Oliver.
“Oh darn” Oliver answered, getting up off the couch and heading upstairs to the Kitchen.
“I want some too!” Melissa said excitedly.
“Sweetie you know you’re not supposed to drink anything after eight” Linda said.
“Pleeeeeeeesssssee!” Melissa begged.
“Lis, your mom said no” Linda answered in a soft yet understanding tone. She felt bad for the girl.
“She’ll wet her diaper anyway” Oliver shouted from the stairway “She does every night” his giggles trailed off as he reached the top of the stairs.
“Oliver, don’t tease your sister!” Linda shouted up to the kitchen. She turned her attention back to Melissa, the little girl was staring at her with her lower lip stuck out; she was giving Linda the sad puppy dog eyes.
Linda couldn’t resist, Melissa was too cute. “Oh ok…” she said, “but it’s our secret, don’t tell your mother” Linda said sternly.
“Yay!!!” Melissa yelled, jumping off the couch and crinkling her way up the stairs…pamping right past her brother who was now returning with his glass of cool aid.
“Don’t worry…I won’t say anything either” Oliver said as he walked back to his seat. He had reentered the room just as Linda sealed her promise with Melissa.
“Thanks kiddo” Linda said.
“Well I’m right you know, she’s gonna wet her diaper in her sleep anyway” Oliver answered. “She always does” he added.
“Really Oliver, that’s not nice to say” Linda told him, looking him dead in the eyes. She paused for a moment eyes locked with Oliver. “But you’re probably right” she giggled, cracking a smile and winking at Oliver.
Oliver giggled, almost spitting cool aid across the room.
“shhhhhhh Linda said, you didn’t hear me say that, that was mean of me!” she told Oliver with a smile as she turned and headed upstairs to the kitchen to make sure Melissa didn’t spill the cool aid.
The evening went on, The Love Boat returned to Port and the Plane had landed at Fantasy Island. Mr. Rouarke had granted everyone’s fantasies, and Oliver and Melissa were both fast asleep on the couches. Linda checked to make sure both children were sound asleep before moving about the house. Oliver was out cold on the love seat, snoring away. Melissa was practically comatose.
Linda smiled; she carefully leaned over and slowly pulled down Melissa’s pajama bottoms to just above the girl’s knees, exposing her thick white Pamper. Melissa didn’t move a muscle; she was sleeping like a rock. Linda could tell just from glancing at the front of Melissa’s diaper; sure enough the girl was already wet. “Oliver was right” Linda thought, smiling to herself.
Linda gently pulled Melissa’s pajama bottoms back up, carefully lifted the girl off of the couch and carried her up to her bed, tucking her in and giving her a kiss on the forehead. Melissa slept soundly through the whole event. Linda felt badly about leaving the poor girl to sleep in a wet diaper, but she knew that if Melissa woke when her parents returned home, she would be changed by her mother. If she didn’t wake, Linda knew that Melissa had often slept through the night in a wet diaper, so rather than waking the sleeping child, she left well enough alone.
Linda went back down to the playroom and gently nudged Oliver. He woke groggily.
“Come on buddy, lets get you up to bed” Linda said coaxing the boy off the couch.
Oliver was practically sleepwalking but he knew the way upstairs to his room. Linda followed closely behind, making sure the sleepy boy didn’t bump into anything. Moments later she tucked Oliver into bed and patted him softly on the head. “Nite nite silly” she said softly as she turned out his light and shut his door. Oliver was snoring again in no time.
Linda looked at the clock, 11:30, “I’ve got a half an hour at least” she thought. She proceeded down the upstairs hall to the bathroom, quietly opened the door and walked in, she opened the linen closet just inside the doorway on the right the smell of baby diapers hit her nose instantly and she smiled.
Linda loved this smell; it made her melt inside, feeling warm, safe, and happy. There, on the floor of the closet just below the bottom shelf was a huge purple and white box of Pampers size large diapers. The box was more than half full; Linda knew that two diapers would not be missed. She reached in, and found her treasure, pulling out two folded diapers. She held them under her nose and inhaled the unmistakable talcum scent of the fresh Pampers caused near uncontrollable excitement to build throughout Linda’s body.
Linda smiled; she held the Pampers close to her chest, wanting to strip off her cloths lay on the floor and diaper herself right then and there. But she knew there was no time, Mr. and Mrs. Winters would be home within the hour, how would she explain herself if she were caught wearing one of Melissa’s diapers?
She had no choice, Linda closed the linen closet door, peaked into the hallway to make sure that neither Oliver or Melissa had awaken and left their room, then made her way downstairs. She peaked out the kitchen window into the street to make sure nobody was out walking a dog, then she opened the kitchen door and crept out onto the porch, she placed the two diapers behind a flower pot where they would not be seen, she would retrieve them later as she left.
Linda then went back downstairs to the playroom, turned the TV back to NBC and relaxed to watch Saturday Night Live while waiting for the Winters to return from their evening out. She smiled a satisfied grin knowing that her mission was accomplished and certain that no one would discover that she was a Teen Baby.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter 3
Just after midnight Linda heard the Winters’ car pulling into the driveway. She turned off the TV and went upstairs to the kitchen to meet them. It was late, Linda was a bit tired, but knowing that two fresh diapers were waiting for her just outside the Kitchen door filled her with excitement, she couldn’t wait to get her prize home to the privacy of her bedroom.
“Hi Linda” Mrs. Winters said entering the kitchen. “Did everything go ok?” she asked.
“Hi Mrs. Winters, yes everything was fine, the kids are upstairs in bed, they both fell asleep halfway through Fantasy Island” Linda answered.
“Oh thanks for getting them upstairs, you really didn’t have to do that Linda” Mrs. Winters said.
“It wasn’t any trouble” Linda said.
Just then Mr. Winters walked in; he had been putting the car in the garage.
“Hi Linda” He said. “I see the house is still here…are the kids still here too or did you sell them to the gypsies?” Mr. Winters said jokingly.
Linda giggled, “No Mr. Winters, they’re both upstairs sleeping” she said.
“Darn…still have 2 extra mouths to feed” Mr. Winters joked again. “Well, thanks for watching them, we’re always happy you can sit for them” he said, handing Linda a small wad of cash for her time.
“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Winters” Linda said, taking the cash. “I love watching Oliver and Melissa, they’re no trouble at all” she said.
“And they love having you over here Linda” Mrs. Winters said. “You’re welcome to stop by anytime…can we count on you for next Saturday night?” she asked.
“Oh yes, I can sit again next weekend” Linda answered happily. “Same time?” She asked.
“Yes eight should be fine; I’ll call you if our plans change” Mrs. Winters said. “You look tired Linda, we’ll let you get going now” she said.
“Thanks again, it was a good night” Linda said, as she walked to the door. Mrs. Winters showed her out. Once the door closed behind her Linda stood on the porch and pretend she was about to put her sweat shirt on while waiting for Mrs. Winters to turn and walk away from the other side of the door. Once she saw Mrs. Winters heading away from her through the window, Linda quickly bent down, reached behind the flower pot and retrieved the two diapers she had hidden earlier. Her heart was racing with excitement. Rather than putting her sweat shirt on, she folded it around the diapers to conceal them and proceeded to walk home. She only lived four houses down so the walk would be short.
Moments later, Linda was walking in the back door to her house, she had practically skipped all the way home she was so excited. She had no fear of running into her parents, by this time of night they we either asleep already, or watching TV in their bedroom. Just the same, Linda locked the back door and quietly made her way upstairs to her bedroom so as not to be heard.
Once she was safely inside her bedroom Linda locked her door. Her parents had never entered her room without knocking first, they respected her privacy. Linda’s excitement was practically peaked; she tossed one of the Pampers on her bed and quickly stripped out of her cloths, dropping them to the floor, not even taking the time to put them in her hamper. She went to her dresser and opened the middle drawer. She stuffed the second Pamper underneath the cloths in the drawer, well out of site. Linda pulled out a pair of pink pajama shorts and a matching top, closed the drawer and went over to her bed. She lay on the bed and grabbed the Pamper, quickly opening the bottom half, lifting her legs in the air and sliding her prize beneath her waiting bottom.
Linda lowered her bottom down onto the diaper, she let out a soft excited squeal as she felt the diaper’s soft lining press back against her and heard the familiar crinkle. She bent forward slightly, reached between her legs, grabbed the front of the Pamper and brought it up over her groin. Linda was smiling from ear to ear, she could smell the talcum scent of the Pamper now and was becoming more and more excited. She closed the right tape first and after checking to make sure it was secure she shifted slightly and closed the left tape. The Pamper was now snug around her waist. She let out another soft high pitched moan of excitement as she rolled over onto her stomach and wiggled on the bed wearing nothing but a diaper. She reached one hand down beneath her and pressed against the front of her diaper, with her other hand she stuck her thumb in her mouth and began to suck.
Linda felt the smooth plastic of the diaper and pressed it against her groin. She wiggled her mid section about on the bed and listened to the diaper crinkle. She was in haven, her excitement had taken over and her teen baby mind set was making the rules. There was one last thing to do before the pleasure reached its peak. Linda took her thumb out of her mouth, rolled quietly off of her bed onto the floor, squatting beside the bed she closed her eyes, and with one hand still between her legs she relaxed her bladder and moaned softly as it emptied to fill the Pamper with warm urine. She felt the front of the diaper growing warm and slightly thicker between her legs and around her bottom. The flow of pee seemed to go on forever; she had been holding it almost all evening just for this purpose. Linda moaned again, smiling with her eye’s closed until she had completely emptied herself into her diaper.
Linda was in a trance now but moved as if she knew every action by heart. She picked up her pajama shorts, stepped into the leg openings and pulled them up over her diaper; she then pulled the pajama top over her head and climbed into bed beneath her covers. Linda rolled onto her stomach just as before, one had between her legs and the other with her thumb in her mouth. She pressed her hips into the mattress against her hand, moaning quietly. She took her thumb out of her mouth, and wrapped her free arm around her pillow, pulling her face tightly into it. Her mind was racing, she imagined she was Melissa, being picked up and hugged by Mr. Winters, tickled on her tummy and kissed on her forehead. Linda let out another soft moan and began whispering to herself. “ohhh my diaper…my diaper…my diaper” she said. “Daddy my diaper….I wet my diaper daddy…please…my diaper…ooooohhoo” she whispered and moaned as her full pleasure finally arrived.
Linda lay there for almost five minutes before rolling onto her back and glancing at the clock, 12:45. She shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep in her wet diaper with a smile on her face, she would dream of being warm, safe, and loved.
Four houses down the street, Melissa slept soundly in her bed, the Disney Minnie Mouse clock on her night stand read 12:40. Melissa’s eyes were moving rapidly behind her eyelids, she was dreaming off a waterfall, and being hugged by her father as he played with her beneath it. The warm water washed over her body. Melissa muttered something incoherently in her sleep, her body twitched slightly in bed as she soaked her already wet diaper.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Four
Linda woke early on Sunday morning; glancing at her clock she saw that it was only 8:20, she knew her parents would be going to Church and would be gone between 8:45 and at least 10:30. Church was a normal Sunday routine for Linda’s parents, and had been for Linda as well until just two years ago. When Linda had turned twelve her parents let her make her own decision about going to Church. She decided that she would determine her own beliefs as she grew up and decided to skip church until she thought it to be something she needed.
Twelve had been a liberating age for Linda, her parents allowed her to stay home by herself on Sunday mornings while they attended Church, yet the bigger news was that they would allow her to begin babysitting. She started out slowly only helping out during the day with neighborhood families that her parents knew. Linda would watch children while their mother or father were still at home, allowing the parent to get some chores done without having to worry what their kids were up to.
At thirteen, after a year of working as mother’s helper, Linda began to stay with the children for 1 or 2 hours during the day or early evening while their parents were out shopping or at dinner. Finally when she turned fourteen, Linda’s parents lifted her 10pm curfew (for babysitting only) allowing her to stay at a babysitting job as late as was necessary so long as the job was in the neighborhood. This had thrilled Linda, not only because the money was good, because it also finally gave her access to diapers, helping her to satisfy her teen baby curiosity.
Linda’s interest in diapers had been with her for almost as long as she could remember. She was always fascinated at watching mothers change a baby’s diaper and was always happy to help out with the task whenever she was in a position to do so. Linda secretly loved diaper commercials; she would always pretend that she was the baby in the commercial, having her bottom wiped and being diapered.
Cartoons were her favorite though, there were two cartoons that Linda loved and the local channel would play these repeatedly, at least once a month during the afternoon Tom and Jerry cartoon hour. The first was an older Tom & Jerry where Tom’s owner, a little bratty girl pretended that Tom Cat was her baby, and kept him in diapers. The other neighborhood cat’s found out and came in the window to torture and tease Tom.
Linda’s absolute favorite cartoon though was just a random cartoon about an un-named cat that lived on the streets of a big city and hated people. The cat wanted to get away from people so badly that he launched himself to the moon. However on the moon, the cat was tormented by all types of strange alien creatures.
Linda’s favorite part of the “cat on the moon” cartoon was when the cat was chased by two strange creatures which were giggling, one carried a cloth diaper and safety pins, and the other carried a bottle of baby powder. The cat saw these aliens coming and knew right away what was in store for him. He tried to run but they caught him, powdered him, diapered him, and stuck a baby bottle in his mouth, the cat started sucking the bottle immediately…all the while “rock a bye baby” was playing and the aliens were giggling hysterically. After the cat had finished the bottle, he flipped over onto his stomach, and began crying like a baby, pounding his paws into the ground, suggesting that he had wet the diaper. Rather than changing his diaper, the aliens diapered the cat’s head to stop the crying. In the end the cat became homesick for earth and people and returned home…out of diapers.
Linda loved that cartoon, she would imagine that the aliens were chasing her, but in her version they would put her in a Pamper, and after she drank the bottle she would automatically wet or mess her diaper. Rather than diapering her head, the aliens would change her into a fresh Pamper and give her another bottle, this would go on and on…she would never escape. The aliens would always giggle and “rock a bye baby” would always be playing.
When Linda was eight, she had a friend named Emily who lived across the street. Linda’s very first sleepover was at Emily’s house. At the time, Emily had a 4 year old sister who was late to potty train and had just begun. This being the case there were plenty of toddler size diapers in the house. One rainy afternoon, on a sleepover day, Linda was at Emily’s; the girls were in the playroom watching cartoons when the “cat on the moon” cartoon came on.
To Linda’s surprise, Emily said “Oh I love this one…this is the one where they diaper the kitty…” she giggled “I love it when they do that!” she exclaimed.
Linda was thrilled at this, “I love that too!” she shouted and burst into laughter. Ironically, after the cartoon had ended, a Pampers commercial came on, and Linda noticed that Emily was watching it with just as much interest as she was.
“My sister still has diapers” Emily said randomly.
Linda was even more excited by this comment. “I wonder what they feel like?” she said giggling. She couldn’t believe she had said it out loud.
Emily looked at her and giggled too. After a short pause Emily said “we could try them on” and giggled even harder, sticking her thumb in her mouth she mumbled “goo goo ga ga”.
Linda did the same with her thumb and also mouthed the words “goo goo ga ga”. Both girls burst into laughter and rolled around on the floor.
Emily’s mother heard the noise and called in, “Girls, what’s going on in there?”
“Nothing mom, we’re laughing at a funny cartoon” Emily answered.
The girls regained their composure when the commercial break ended and another cartoon began. They sat silent watching the screen. Emily broke the silence after a few moments. “We really can try on the diapers if you want to” she said quietly.
Linda couldn’t believe her ears, Emily was serious. Linda had wanted to try on a diaper for a long time, she would think about it every time she was at Emily’s watching her sister being changed.
Emily was looking Linda in the eyes waiting for her response. Linda smiled “Ok” she said softly. Emily giggled again.
That evening after Emily and Linda were put to bed, Emily snuck into her little sister’s nursery and stole two diapers. Linda and Emily tried them on and played baby in Emily’s room that night and again early the next morning. During their play, Emily dared Linda to wet her diaper, but Linda was chicken. Emily however did wet her diaper and both girls giggled so loud that they were almost caught. They eventually changed out of their diapers and Emily was able to sneak them into the dirty diaper bin in the nursery without being caught. That had been Linda’s all time favorite sleepover. The girls would secretly play in diapers during subsequent sleepovers and on one occasion Linda was able to wet a diaper. Eventually Emily’s sister was potty trained and the supply of diapers was removed from the house. The girls diaper play had ended.
Shortly afterwards Emily’s father switched jobs and her family moved away. Linda and Emily remained pen pals for about a year but eventually lost touch.
It wasn’t until just last year, that Linda had been able to gain access to diapers without being caught. She did have chances during her “mother’s helper” year, however she had always been too nervous to try and steal any. Last evening had been the third time that Linda had successfully stolen diapers from the Winters’ house. She hoped that Melissa wouldn’t outgrow her need for them anytime soon.
Like most teenagers, Linda liked to sleep late on Saturday and Sunday. If she wasn’t in a wet diaper she may have remained in bed until 10. Unfortunately Linda knew that she needed to get out of her wet Pamper and get it out of the house before her parents returned from Church. She did however; want to enjoy her Pamper a bit more before taking it off.
Linda yawned, stretched and smiled; she reached her hand down into her pajama bottoms between her legs and pressed the wet diaper against her body. After a moment she got out of bed, and just as she had the night before she squatted beside her bed and relaxed, emptying this morning’s full bladder into the already wet diaper. She felt the diaper begin to warm again between her legs and around her bottom. She closed her eyes and smiled, pretending that she was little Melissa, lying in bed and wetting uncontrollably in her sleep.
When she was done, she stood and dropped her pajama shorts to the floor. Now standing in only her pajama top and a soaked Pamper, Linda felt the diaper drooping around her bottom. She wiggled her bottom and giggled. Linda walked to her hamper and pulled out a beach towel that she had used the day before; it wasn’t wet or very dirty. As she walked across the room she listened to the sound of her Pamper crinkling and felt the warm saggy bottom flapping against her behind as she walked. This made her giggle again.
Linda lay the towel down on her mattress, climbed back into bed and pulled the covers back over her. Moments later she was lying on her stomach whispering and moaning to herself softly…. “Oh my diaper…oh my diaper…my diaper…mmmmy diiiiipeee!”
It wasn’t long before she found herself laying on her back and smiling happily at the ceiling. She glanced at the clock, 8:37. Five minutes later she heard her parent’s car pulling out of the driveway, leaving for Church.
Linda remained in bed for another half hour before changing out of her diaper. She wrapped the soaked pamper in a plastic bag, which she would later bury under the trash in the outside trash can, and headed down the hall to shower.
Just down the street at the Winters’ house, everyone was still asleep or lying in bed debating when to get up. They were not Church goers and preferred to relax on their weekend mornings. Melissa was still asleep, on Saturdays; she would be up before everyone else and find her way down to the playroom to watch cartoons, often leaving her wet diaper on until her mother came down and changed her out of it. Occasionally, Melissa would ask her mother to put a new diaper on her rather than panties.
Her mother thought this an odd request and while a part of her didn’t want to encourage Melissa to wear diapers any more than she needed, her mother would often accommodate her daughter’s request. Partly out of convenience, partly out of want, call it lazy parenting, or a strange motherly need to baby her youngest, Mrs. Winters rather enjoyed diaper time with her daughter.
If most of Melissa’s underwear were in the laundry as they were often, diapers were a quick solution. On a few occasions having Melissa in a morning diaper had prevented what might have been a wet or stinky pair of panties. Mrs. Winters wondered if those occasions would have seen Melissa making it to the bathroom on time if she had been wearing panties. She dismissed such thoughts and convinced herself there was no problem allowing her daughter to wear a diaper if the child wanted to. Melissa didn’t seem to mind even if she did take a fair amount of teasing from her older brother, his friends, and her cousins.
Melissa’s diapered status was no secret around the neighborhood thanks to Oliver’s friend Timmy Johnson. Timmy was a blabber mouth who often encouraged Oliver to tease his sister mostly about diapers and accidents.
While Melissa didn’t like this, Timmy was often nice to her at times; she couldn’t understand how he could act so nice one moment, and be teasing her two seconds later. “Boys! Why are they such jerks?” she thought. Melissa’s biggest problem was that she had a secret crush on Timmy.
This morning, after a night of staying up as late as she could in an attempt to make it all the way through Fantasy Island, Melissa was still asleep. She continued to dream of cruise ships and waterfalls, her body twitched again, and she released her bladder one more time into an already soaked Pamper. The Minnie Mouse clock read 8:34.
At nine O’clock Mrs. Winters woke Melissa to find that she had leaked through last nights Pamper. “Guess we won’t be out of these anytime soon” she thought and smiled to herself.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Five
Timmy Johnson was nine and a half years old. He was an only child, and, unlike many children without siblings, Timmy was very out going. He was quick with a joke, athletic and rather handsome for his young age. Timmy had lived across the street from the Winters for only a year however he and Oliver Winters had become fast friends. Timmy and Oliver spent all summer playing in the neighborhood. They would often have sleepovers and even camp out in their backyards on nice summer nights.
A year earlier Timmy learned of Melissa’s potty problems by accident. It was shortly after his family had moved in across the street from the Winters, and Timmy had only just been introduced to Oliver that week. He hadn’t gotten to know Melissa well just yet.
One evening during his first week in the new house Timmy was getting settled in his new bedroom. He was putting some books away when something out the window caught his attention. Looking out the window Timmy noticed that a light was on in a second floor window of the Winters house. Timmy fancied himself a spy; any chance to be sneaky excited him and this looked like a perfect opportunity to do so. He quickly turned out the light and grabbed his Cub Scout binoculars.
After adjusting the focus and zeroing in on the window, Timmy discovered that he was looking at the second floor bathroom. He could see in quite well, and was amazed that someone would have left the curtains open and light on after dark. He brought the binoculars away from his eyes for a moment and listened carefully to see if his parents were near by. No noise, they were still downstairs watching TV or reading the newspaper. Timmy didn’t want to be caught spying on the neighbors, he was sure his parents would confiscate his Binoculars for that.
Once he was sure his parents were occupied downstairs, Timmy brought the binoculars back to his eyes and once again zeroed in on the bathroom window. It was empty at the moment. He waited, scanning other dimly lit windows of the house for movement. He could see into the Kitchen on the first floor, Mrs. Winters walked by briefly, and then disappeared beyond a doorway.
Timmy brought his focus back to the second floor bathroom, suddenly a tuft of brownish hair appeared near the window. It was Melissa, Oliver’s little sister who he had only met briefly. She was playing with something in the bathroom but Timmy couldn’t quit make out what it was. Then he saw her reach up to the counter and place a doll near the sink. He could only see her chest and shoulders at this point; Melissa was wearing what appeared to be a pink flowered pajama top. She was reaching up to the counter now, and suddenly with one quick motion Melissa pulled herself up onto the counter, revealing her full body. Timmy practically dropped his binoculars… “Could that be what it looks like?” he thought.
He refocused and looked closely at Melissa; she was now squatting on the counter and playing with her doll in the sink. Melissa didn’t have pajama bottoms on…and where Timmy expected to see underwear…he clearly saw a diaper.
He thought for a moment, “how old had Oliver said his sister was?” he tried to remember. “Five and a half, almost six?” he was certain that was right…she was clearly a bit old to still be in diapers he thought.
Timmy watched intently, focusing in on Melissa’s diapered bottom, he was fascinated, and a strange curiosity seemed to have taken over his thoughts. “Why was she wearing a diaper?” He wondered. Suddenly Mrs. Winters entered the bathroom; she lifted Melissa off of the counter and closed the curtains. Timmy pulled his binoculars away from his eyes in disappointment. He could see that the light was still on in the bathroom behind the curtains, and shadows moved on the other side, but his viewing was over.
For several minutes afterward Timmy continued to stare out the window, the upstairs hallway light had been turned on and he could see the room to the right of the bathroom dimly lit now, the curtains were open. He hadn’t been on the second floor of the Winters house yet and wondered what room that could be. Suddenly as if to answer his question, the bathroom light went out…a moment later a light went on in the dimly lit room to the right of the bathroom.
Melissa walked in, now wearing pajama bottoms. “Darn” Timmy said to himself quietly. Mrs. Winters walked in behind Melissa. Timmy watched through his binoculars as Melissa climbed into bed. Mrs. Winters bent down, gave her a kiss, then turned, walked to the window and closed the curtains. The light went out a minute later, the evening show had ended.
Timmy heard his mother coming upstairs; he quickly put away his binoculars and jumped into bed. He turned on his lamp and grabbed a Hardy Boys book, pretending to read as his mother knocked on the door.
“Timmy, you ready for bed?” she asked.
“Yes Mom” he answered.
Mrs. Johnson entered the room; she walked over and sat on the edge of her son’s bed. “Are you getting adjusted to your new room sweetheart?” She asked, gently patting Timmy on the head and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“Yeah Mom, I love it!” Timmy said.
“I’m glad you like it sweetie” she said. “Now, it’s time to put the book down and go to sleep ok?” Mrs. Johnston took the book and placed it on Timmy’s night stand. She gave him a second kiss on his forehead and turned out his lamp.
“night night sweetie” she said as she left the room.
“night mom” Timmy answered.
He lay in bed for a moment, waiting until he heard both of his parents on the second floor…the door to the master bedroom closed and Timmy heard the faint noise of his parent’s bedroom TV. He climbed out of bed and went back to the window, glancing out he saw nothing.
“I have to get to the bottom of this” he whispered to himself.
Once he was certain there were no more viewing opportunities to be had, Timmy climbed back into bed. He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t get the image of Melissa’s diapered bottom out of his head. Something had happened; he was extremely curious, and excited. “Why was she in a diaper” he kept asking himself. Timmy had a giddy feeling…and an embarrassing enlargement beneath his covers that had recently begun to occur more often. He needed to learn more about Melissa and vowed to do so immediately.
A year later, Timmy knew all there was to know about Melissa and her diapers. After getting to know Oliver better, and playing at the Winters house, Timmy had learned about Melissa’s bedwetting problem, and had even been witness to several day time accidents. He often joined in with Oliver in teasing Melissa, and had unintentionally spread the word about her diapers to other neighborhood kids by making stupid potty jokes about her…He later apologized to Oliver for doing this, but Oliver said he didn’t care.
Timmy was infatuated with seeing Melissa in a diaper and loved sleepovers at the Winters house because it gave him many opportunities to do so. Over the past year he had begun to think of diapers more and more often, and recently he fantasized about what it would be like to wear a diaper.
Timmy and Oliver were so close that Timmy was practically part of the family, and while he giggled about teasing Melissa, he would often try to be on his best behavior so that she would feel more comfortable wearing her diapers around him. Mrs. Winters had scolded Oliver and Timmy early on about teasing Melissa; she told them that they had to be accepting of Melissa’s potty problems and encourage her to try to do better with her toileting.
Timmy did his best to put on a good display of doing so, but he secretly hoped that Melissa’s potty problems continued for a long time to come. He wanted to try on a diaper, and planned to get one from the Winters house no matter what.
To Be Continued.
Potty Problems: Chapter Six
Melissa sat in her backyard playhouse; she played nervously with a Barbie doll. Every so often she would peak out the play house window towards the back of her house, wondering if Oliver and Timmy had gone away yet. It was early evening and Melissa knew that her mother would be calling her inside soon. Right now she had a problem and didn’t want to go inside until the boys were gone, however as the day grew late, avoiding them seemed inescapable.
The playhouse was Melissa’s sanctuary. Her brother had lost interest with it long ago and Melissa had made it her own, decorating it in a girlish fashion which seemed to act as a barrier, keeping the boys out. She sat there now with a sad nervous look on her face, brushing her Barbie doll’s hair. “You don’t make poo poo in your pants” she said softly to the Barbie doll, in a tone that sounded jealous.
The playhouse was beginning to smell, Melissa had messed her pants nearly 10 minutes ago. She now sat on the playhouse floor with her legs tucked under her, trying not to shift her weight onto her bottom in an effort to hide her accident as best she could. Unfortunately Melissa knew that the smell would give her away the moment she returned to the house.
She had felt the urge to go potty earlier, but when Timmy showed up from across the street to play with Oliver, she ignored the urge and snuck out to the playhouse to hide. Melissa hadn’t wanted to be around Timmy today, he and Oliver liked to tease her when they were together and she was embarrassed because she had had an accident earlier in the week.
It had happened while she was playing hide and go seek with Oliver, Timmy and her two older cousins. While they were all running to hide, Melissa had wet her pants and Timmy was the first to see it. Timmy had pointed it out to Oliver and the teasing had begun right away. Melissa was forced to leave the game to go change her pants. Fortunately, on that day her mother had finished the laundry and Melissa was able to change into a new pair of panties and shorts. She really would have been embarrassed if she had had to wear a Pamper with Oliver, Timmy and her cousin’s around. Even though all of them had seen her in diapers, Melissa hated it when they were all together. The teasing was always worse when they were all together.
Melissa had wished Linda had been there to protect her from the teasing. Linda always seemed to be the most understanding of Melissa’s problems, and while Melissa felt comfortable wearing her diapers around Linda, she also felt like she needed to try harder to have fewer accidents when Linda was around. Melissa wanted to show Linda that she was a big girl too.
Melissa was conflicted, while she felt comfortable in her diapers; she had become more conscious of the teasing she received from Oliver and Timmy. Part of Melissa felt safe and secure in her diapers, wanting nothing more than to remain in them and be taken care of by her mommy. Another part of her felt very aware of the diapers…and aware of the questioning looks she received from non family members like Timmy whenever she was diapered in his presence.
Melissa shifted her position; her legs were getting tired from being in the same place too long. She felt the contents of her panties squish against her bottom. The feeling didn’t bother her; one morning when she had messed in her diaper she actually wiggled her bottom around for a while because she was fascinated by the warm solid squishing feeling that pressed back against her. On that morning her mother had discovered her messy diaper only because of its smell. However Melissa knew that without a diaper on, her accident would be much more noticeable.
She wondered if there was already a brown stain on the back of her shorts, as if the lump in her pants and the smell weren’t bad enough, would she also have to walk inside with a giant brown bull’s-eye on her bottom? This would give her away immediately she didn’t want Timmy to see it.
After she and run to the play house to hide from Oliver and Timmy, she had been there for almost an hour, playing quietly with her dolls and talking to herself every now and then, when the urge to potty had returned. When she looked across the yard she had seen Oliver and Timmy playing in the breezeway, blocking her only path to the house. She decided to ignore her urge and keep playing with her dolls, hoping that her brother and Timmy would go somewhere else and play. Moments later it was too late. Melissa’s body betrayed her; she let out a tiny fart, which was immediately followed by a large poo poo.
“Oh no…not again” Melissa thought as she felt the mess filling her panties. She had tried to control it for a split second, but her bowels won the fight and emptied completely into the seat of her panties. Melissa had hung her head in embarrassment, feeling that her dollies were all staring at her in disappointment. Even her “Bye Bye Diapers” doll could make it to the potty on time. But not Melissa it seemed.
Another 5 minutes had gone by, the smell from Melissa’s pants had filled the playhouse, nothing but embarrassment awaited her if she were to walk to the house now,. Oliver and Timmy were still sitting outside in the breezeway laughing at their Mad Libs. Melissa would just have to wait them out.
It was late in afternoon now, almost evening, and Melissa knew her parents would be going out tonight. She wanted to get changed before Linda arrived. Even though Linda had helped clean up Melissa’s accidents in the past, and had always been sympathetic and understanding; Melissa’s need to prove to Linda that she was a bigger girl now was dominating her thoughts. She didn’t want Linda to know she had had another accident.
Finally Timmy and Oliver left the breezeway. Melissa watched, peeking through the playhouse window as the two boys went inside… “Probably going to watch TV” she thought, that would give her the perfect chance to get into the house, find her mother and ask for help, hopefully without being seen by the boys.
Melissa stood up, feeling her bottom’s payload droop down, making her panties sag and producing the noticeable bulge around her bottom. She couldn’t see if there was a brown stain on the seat of her pants but she had a feeling it was there. She waddled out of the playhouse, trying not to shift the mess around too much, and made her way to the kitchen door. “Hi Lis!” came a voice from the front yard just on the other side of the breezeway.
The jig was up, she had been found out. Linda had arrived early to baby sit. Melissa turned in the doorway to face Linda; she tried her best to keep her backside hidden.
“Watchya doing?” Linda asked.
“Umm…I was….I was playing with my dolls in the playhouse…but I…I’m going to go and get something from my room now…” Melissa said, walking backwards and sideways into the house, trying very hard to keep her backside from Linda’s view.
Linda felt something suspicious was afoot…then it hit her. The unmistakable smell gave Melissa away. Linda smiled just a bit, knowing that little Melissa had made a poo poo in her pants. Judging from the time of day this would be a quick trip to diapers she thought. Linda decided to play along, understanding that Melissa was trying to hide her accident. She didn’t want the girl to feel embarrassed around her.
“Oh hi Linda!” Mrs. Winters said, entering the Kitchen from the front hallway.
Melissa froze she was trapped. She turned sideways so that her backside was hidden from Linda on her right, and her Mother on the left…her intention had been to slip into the house unnoticed, find her mother and quietly tell her of the accident. Now she was stuck between trying to hide her embarrassment from Linda, and having to announce to her mother in front of Linda that she had gone poo poo in her panties. There was no way out of this.
“Thanks for coming over early Linda” Mrs. Winters said. “Timmy Johnson is going to be sleeping over with Oliver tonight…we’re going out to dinner with the Johnson’s… I hope you don’t mind watching one more?” She said. “Timmy’s mom asked me to tell you that she’ll pay you for your time as well since he is here”. Mrs. Winters added.
“Timmy is sleeping over?” Melissa asked, sounding disappointed.
“Yes he is” Mrs. Winters answered. “That’s not a problem is it Linda?”
“It’s no problem at all” Linda said smiling. “Don’t worry Lis, I won’t let those guys gang up you” she told Melissa.
Mrs. Winters paused; Linda could tell that she had just noticed the smell of stinky pants in the kitchen.
“What is that?” she said sniffing the air. Mrs. Winters knew the answer to her question before she answered it; she smiled at Linda who returned her smile.
“It’s not me” Mrs. Winters said… “And it’s not you…” she said, pointing at Linda. “And it’s not the dog” she continued in an almost playful voice. “It must be…” She looked down at Melissa whose face was bright red.
“Turn around young lady” Mrs. Winters said to her daughter.
Melissa turned her back to her mother revealing the mess in the seat of her pants.
“Oh Melissa not again!” she said in a half sympathetic half disappointed tone.
Linda hid her smile of amusement behind her hands. “I’ll go downstairs and check on the boys” she said.
Just as she finished her sentence Oliver appeared at the top of the basement stairway which led to the playroom. “Mom can we order pizza for dinner….peeeeewwwww what’s that….” Oliver stopped mid sentence, glancing at his sister’s rear end and seeing the brown stain and lump there. He put his hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle, turned and ran back downstairs.
“Oliver…no teasing or no pizza!” his mother shouted after him. “Linda you go ahead downstairs…I’ve got this one” Mrs. Winters said, scooping up Melissa who had started to cry out of embarrassment. “Shhhhhh there there lissa, it was just an accident…don’t cry…let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up” she said softly hugging her daughter.
Linda knew that Melissa would be returning to the playroom later, secure in a comfy Pamper. She smiled and went downstairs to deal with the boys. She intended to put a stop to the teasing before it even started.
To Be Continued…