Padded Roadtrip

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Padded Roadtrip
Date Published: September 5, 2021, 8:52am
Written By: littlenappygirl

Another story. This one is also up on AO3 if you want to skip waiting for me to post chapters.
In second person, Australian English.
Summary:Today is the day your mum takes you on a roadtrip holiday.
You’re going to drive all the way to Sydney and then drive up to Brisbane, stopping to see various sights along the way. It’s a long way to drive from Adelaide to Sydney though; mum says that even though we’re starting now it will be dark by the time we get to Sydney.
But that’s okay, you’re eight, you’re a big girl now, you can tolerate driving all day to see two whole new cities. Right?
Padded Roadtrip
Part One
You wake to the sound of your mum’s voice.
The sky outside is still a bit dark, the sun still rising. You think for a moment when you remember thattodayis the day your mum takes you on a roadtrip holiday.
You’re going to drive all the way to Sydney and then drive up to Brisbane, stopping to see various sights along the way. It’s a long way to drive from Adelaide to Sydney though; mum says that even though we’re starting now it will be dark by the time we get to Sydney.
But that’s okay, you’reeight, you’re a big girl now, you can tolerate driving all day to seetwowhole new cities.
You jump out of bed and head into the kitchen. Mum’s there eating some toast.
“You ready, honey?” she asks.
“Yep!”
Well, get yourself some breakfast and then have a shower and brush your teeth.
You do to the pantry and grab a box of your favourite cereal, grab a bowl from the cupboard and the bottle of milk from the fridge. It doesn’t take you long to wolf the whole lot down.
“Don’t forget your teeth,” mum reminds you as you head to the bathroom.
You pull off your PJs and turn on the shower. It doesn’t take long to shampoo your hair and scrub yourself down. Getting out you wrap yourself in a towel and brush your teeth before drying yourself off.
Having forgotten to bring some clothes into the bathroom with you, you carefully peak out the bathroom door for any sight of mum. But having confirmed the coast is clear, you slip out and cross the hallway to your room.
In not time at all you’ve gotten some underwear and socks on, and knowing it’s summer you select some sports shorts and a t-shirt to wear. When you get back to the kitchen you can’t see mum, but you can hear movement in the loungeroom where mum is moving the bags you had packed the day before to take out to the car.
“Come you help me, honey?” She asks. “Just grab whatever you can carry.”
You grab your schoolbag that mum insisted you use to carry your day-to-day things and follow her out of the car. Standing at the boot you look for a spot you can slip it in. There’s a lot of stuff already packed but you find a spot eventually, giving the bag a wiggle so it will slip in. Mum’s doing something with the driver’s side rear door.
“You should do a walk-through before we go,” says mum, not looking up.
She’s right so you head inside and mosey about looking for anything important you might have forgotten. In the lounge you find your tablet you’d left charging overnight. That’s important so you gab that. Heading to your room you give that the once over, spotting your favourite hat. Satisfied you haven’t left anything behind you head back to the car and open the front passenger door.
Inside is the child-seat mum insists on using.You knowthe law says only seven-year-olds and younger have to sit in one, but mum insists it’s safest to be in one and you’ll have to sit in it until you outgrow it.
Most of your friend’s parents make them use booster seats, but this is a proper child seat with a special six-point harness. Mum had bought it specifically because it had the harness all the way up to age seven and does not convert to a booster seat when you got too big like most other less safer seats. You know this because mum told you when you complained about having to still use it.
It is comfy though.
You stash your tablet and stick your hat behind the seat. You watch as mum goes back inside to do her own walkthrough before leaving. You take your seat in the car to wait for her as the sun starts rising. You can already feel it’s warm and that the day would be a scorcher.
Getting your tablet out you start playing games, wondering why mum was taking so long when she finally steps out of the house and locks the door behind her.
Your door still open mum comes around and starts buckling you up.
“Mum, I know how to do it myself,” you say.
You’re a big girl. You shouldn’t need mum to do your seatbelt for you.
“I know, but sometimes I like doing it for you.”
You don’t grumble as she helps you slip your arms though the shoulder straps and pulls up the bottom straps, connecting all three together with a snap.
She gives you a smile which you try not to return.
“Watch your hands!” she warns before closing the door.
She hops in the other side and starts the car, closing the door with a slap.
“You ready?” she asks.
This time you can’t help but give her a small smile.
“Yep!”
You pull out of the driveway.
wWwWw
About fifteen minute later mum is pulling into the petrol station for some fuel. You don’t way much attention as you fiddle with your tablet as mum fills up. But look up when the door opens; it’s mum.
“You want anything to drink?” she asks?
Mum doesn’t let your drink soft drink very often and she didn’t say “anything but that”, so you try asking her for it.
“Sure, any snacks too?”
Great!
“Uh – yeah…” you rattle off a few.
Mum rolls her eyes affectionately.
“I’ll get you one or two.”
Well it’s better than nothing.
You go back to your tablet and in a few minutes mum is back opening your door, placing several bags of something on your lap, followed by a huge bottle of something.
“What the?” you ask bewilderedly.
Turning the bottle so you can see the label you realise it’s some sort of generic soft-drink. It’s the same flavour you asked for but not the right brand. It ishugethough; you had expected a can or a 600ml bottle, not a hugetwo litrebottle.
You look at mum questioningly.
“The servo drinks are normally really expensive. This stuff was on special though.”
“Oh.”
It’s not too bad though. It’s still sweet and tastes pretty good,and it’s huge.
wWwWw
You sometimes put your tablet down and watch the scenery go by.
The Hills give way for farmland. You pass country towns and soon you’re in what mum says is the Riverland. Then we reach the Murray.
You didn’t even realise such a thing existed, but you were going on a boatfor cars. Mum drives the car down the ramp towards the river and onto the ferry. There are a few cars in front of us and over the next few minutes a few more cars slipped in behind. Then a man pulled a boom gate down before going to the driver’s cabin to take the ferry across the Murray River.
You want to get out and watch, but apparently you’re not allowed to, so you roll down the window instead to get a better view.
It’s hot outside but you can smell the river. It’s not bad, but a bit weird.
At the other side the boat driver gets out to lift the boom at the other end of the ferry and cars start driving off.
As the car gets up the ramp you realise it’s even warmer than you thought and put the window up. There’s a town at the top. The heat reminds you though to have a drink and you do so before looking at the bottle. It’s about half-full and you didn’t realise you had drunk so much.
You don’t think much more of it though until mum is speeding away from the town.
“Mum, I need to go to the toilet.”
She gives you a sideways glance before turning back to the road.
“You should have asked when we were still in town. If you have to we can stop at the side of the road.”
You glance out the window. It’s farm country and there’s almost nothing at the side of the road to protect you from view. You’re not sure you could go knowing someone might be watching.
You shake your head.
“I’ll wait,” you say quietly.
“Well, the next town is about thirty minutes away. We can stop there.”
Five minutes later you’re fidgeting in your seat. Ten minutes and the pressure builds. At fifteen you’re beginning to have serious doubts you’ll last another fifteen minutes. You’ve stopped fidgeting because you’re not sure you’ll be able to hold if you do.
At twenty you are ready to bust, but… it’s still clear farmland. You’ve watched as dozens of other cars have passed in the other direction and there’snocover at all. Someone is bound to see you.
In your worry your concentration laps for a second and a spurt of pee wets your underwear. Your eyes widen in shock and you draw a shocked breath.
“Pull over!” you say quickly.
You’re going to pee and there’s no way you can stop it, but at the side of the road is better than doing so in the car.
Mum pulls over fast and in the process the car hits a small pothole on the side of the road. You gasp again as another spurt leaves you.
You fumble with the buckle and then manage to fumble with the door handle too.
Then, you trip.
You don’t fall very far and there is some grass to cushion your fall, but you can’t stop it anymore, your pee gushes out of you. You can feel it soak your underwear and your shorts and all you can do in lying in the grass crying. By the time the flow ebbs your mum is by your side to pull you up to a sitting position.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she tells you as she rubs your back.
You’re still giving the occasional hiccupping sob and your face is wet from tears but your mum takes the time to inspect your hands.
“No scratches?” she asks. “Do you hurt anywhere else?”
You shake your head.
“Come on, lets get you up. You don’t want to sit in the mud.”
It’s too hot for the mud to be anything but your pee.
Mum pulls you up before going to the boot and opening it for some clothes. You’re just sniffling by the time she gets back with another pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
“Do you want some help?” she asks.
You shake your head; this is embarrassing enough as it is.
“Do you want me to block the view for you?”
You freeze. You’re sure that some cars passed why you were on the ground wetting yourself like a baby and that someone must have seen you. You nod.
Mum turns her back to you as you pull off your wet shoes and socks.
You’re not sure what to do next; if you pull off your shorts and undies and then put on fresh sets your wet shirt will get pee on them, and if you change your shirt that’s wet around the bottom, your clean shirt will get pee on it from your shorts. Reluctantly you strip both your top and bottoms off.
Just as you slip on some new undies though you hear the sounds of a car. You move up against the car to give yourself some better cover and fearfully watch as it drives by. At it disappears into the distance you quickly get the shorts and shirt on.
With that done mum holds out a plastic bag to put everything in, ties it up and places it in the back. You’re subdued as you get into the child seat and don’t complain as mum buckles you up.
Now it’s over and you have time to think you almost want to cry again at the humiliation. It’s a reminder of the bedwetting you finally managed to stop last year. At a sniffle, mum grabs you hand and gives you a comforting squeeze, the next town in sight.
wWwWw
Mum gets some more fuel before pulling into the supermarket. She grabs you hand comfortingly.
“Honey, I’ve been thinking,” she starts. You begin to worry. “So that we don’t have to worry about another accident that we get you some nappies.”
You look at mum fearfully, your lip quivering.
“I-I don’t need nappies!” you exclaim.
“Sweetheart, I know what happened was really embarrassing for you. I don’t want you to have to go through it again. With a nappy on the worst that happens is it gets wet.”
Your eyes are watering in shame. A sob escapes you.
“No one will know about the nappies.I’mnot going to tell anyone,” she continues. “And if you have another accident no one will know. You won’t have to worry about anyone seeing you.”
Mum looks at you sadly.
“I don’t want you feeling hurt like that again.”
Mum’s right, but you worry that mum will think less of you for saying yes, like you worried that you weren’t a big girl because you had trouble wetting the bed once.
“I’m not going to think badly if we get you some nappies.”
You give a shuddering breath before nodding. Mum gives your hand a squeeze in response.
“You won’t even have to come in, I’ll go get them and we’ll find somewhere to get you changed.”
It’s a small relief. Shopping with mum had felt embarrassing too when she had to buy pullups for you.
Mum leaves the windows down for you as you try to distract yourself with your tablet. The heat is oppressive but she’d back fifteen minutes later with some more snacks and a shopping bag you’re sure contains the nappies.
She tactfully doesn’t mention anything before driving in search of somewhere the change, eventually finding a toilet block and some picnic tables by the river. It even has a shower.
“You want to rinse down too, honey?” she asks.
You get out of the car and wonder where everyone is.
“Where is everyone?”
“I’m not sure, you’d think with this weather everyone would be swimming.” Mum looks around. “Maybe it’s too hot?”
You don’t see anyone either, so you cautiously move towards the outdoor shower. It only has unheated water but that fine given the weather. You give one cautious look around before stripping off and giving yourself a quick rinse. Mum has a towel for you by the time you’re done.
“Come on over here,” she says leading you away from the toilets and towards the picnic tables.
Once there she tells you to it on the table. You’re not sure why.
“Lay down, honey.”
Mum rips open the plastic package of…nappies, actual nappies. Not pullups like she used for bedwetting, but nappies that had to be tapped up. You eye them in shock.
“But – I-I don’t need baby nappies!”
“Sweetheart,” she replies. “You know pullups never hold much. You always had trouble with leaks.”
That was true, you could remember how just sleeping in the wrong position or sitting wrongly when you got up would cause them to leak onto your PJs.
“You don’t want to leak into your seat especially if the seatbelt squishes your nappy. These will hold a lot more.”
You squirm a bit, looking at the ground in embarrassment. You can’t disagree with what mum has said. You nod.
“Lay down.”
Mum undoes enough of the towel and you raise your bum so she can slip the nappy under you. Then mum tapes you up securely. When you sit up mum presses a clean pair of shorts and a shirt to you before tactfully going off to pack the car back up.
When you stand up you shuffle slightly feeling the nappy around you. It’s not bad, nappies have never felt bad, but it’s still embarrassing.
You slip on your shorts and shirt and head to the car, getting into your seat. Your mum gives you a kind smile as she does up the buckles. You can’t deny that mum isn’t treating you weirdly about it, so you let mum do them up for you.
Back on the road with the town distantly behind you stop yourself from drinking. You felt thirsty and already had the lid off and the bottle to you lips when you decide you should cut back, but mum notices.
“You shouldn’t stop drinking honey. I know you might think it’s a good idea after having an accident, but in this heat you’ll just make yourself sick.”
You squirm a bit, remembering the embarrassment of wetting yourself, but you are thirsty and your mum is right; being dehydrated sucked so you returned the bottle to your lips and quenched your thirst.
wWwWw
An hour and a half later you cross the border into Victoria. Mum says it won’t be long before we cross again into New South Wales.
The drink has gone right though you though and you start squirming again.
“When can we stop again?” you ask.
She glances at you before looking back at the road.
“I wasn’t planning on stopping until we needed fuel. You need to go to the toilet?”
You give a nod.
“Hmm, I’m not sure, but we can keep an eye out for the signs.”
It’s another ten minutes before mum spots one. The familiar feeling of being about to burst is returning by this point.
“It’s about fifteen minutes to the next town,” she says.
You blush in embarrassment; you know you won’t make it that far. It’s beginning to hurt to hold it again.
“Do – you think I’m a b-baby if I need nappies?” you ask.
You feel humiliated asking.
“No, sweetheart, never!”
You squirm again.
“It hurts,” you admit. You can feel tears forming in your eyes.
“Honey, if it hurts just go in your nappy. I’m not going to judge your badly for it.”
You give a shuddering breath. Mum’s right.
When she takes you hand and gives it a comforting squeeze you make your decision and relax. Mum tactfully doesn’t look your way as the long spurt of pee fills your nappy. It’s a relief on your agonising bladder to let it all out and you can feel your nappy swell under the strap of your seat. You know in that moment mum had been right about the pullup.
When the flow slops you squirm a little in your nappy. It’s warm and wet but it’s not bad for that, it’s bad because you couldn’t stop yourself.
“All better?” mum asks.
“Yes,” you reply quietly.
“Do you still want to stop?”
You quickly glance at her. You’re not sure you want to go through the embarrassment of getting changed just yet.
“When do we need fuel?” you ask.
Mum glances at the dash and make a quick calculation.
“An hour, and hours and a half or so?”
You squirm again, you’ll be fine until then.
“I can wait,” you reply.
wWwWw
You fall asleep not long after, the embarrassment and humiliation coupled with the early hour you had gotten up at exhausting you.
You wake to your bladder again. Eyes groggily looking around trying to figure out where you are.
“You awake, honey?”
“How long did I sleep for?” you ask.
“Hmm, two- and a-bit hours, I think?”
It takes a few minutes to process that.
“Did we stop already?”
“Yeah we did. Sorry I didn’t wake you, but you looked exhausted.”
The sleep had been nice, your nappy was still wet though.
“Is being wet bother you?”
“No,” you reply quietly.
“Well the next stop is twenty minutes away. You want to get changed then?”
You give mum a small nod.
Your bladder is filling, but this time you think you could hold… but it was still uncomfortable. You ask yourself if you should just go in the nappy; its already wet after all. Mum won’t be able to tell and you’ll be able to relax.
You give a discreet sideways glance at mum and grab your tablet. You start up a game before giving her another discreet glance. As you relax and the flow enters your nappy you try to look like you’re playing a game and not wetting yourself again.
Again, it’s a relief and the nappy isn’t so bad warm. It feels squishier too and is straining a bit more against the seatbelt between your legs.
At the next town mum pulls into a petrol station and leads you to the toilet with a changing table. You’re hesitant though.
“Don’t worry, no one is about,” mum says reassuringly.
You don’t see anyone either so you let mum lead you in, locking the door behind you.
She pulls the changing table down.
“How about you get your shorts off first.”
You hesitate for a second before slipping them off. You can see your nappy stained yellow and bulging slightly.
“Oh my,” mum says. “Definitely glad I didn’t get you pull ups.”
You squirm shyly at the comment.
“Come on, let’s get you up.”
Mum lifts you under the arms ad places you on the table, the wet nappy squishing under you. You lie down and she quickly untapes it before you hold your bum up and she changed the wet nappy for a clean one from under you. There’s a pause though and you overcome your embarrassment to look at what mum is doing: she’s shaking baby powder on you too. You try not to think about it as she tapes you up again.
A bit red in the face you slip your shorts on and follow mum out.
“Want some lunch?” she asks.
“Yes,” you reply.
It’s a bit later than you normally eat lunch, but you’ve had snacks and did sleep through normal lunchtime so you’re not super hungry.
“What do you want?”
You’re not entirely sure so you think for a moment. You eventually think of something and ask mum.
“How about we grab it to go and go find a picnic spot? I’m sure there are a few places around here.”
You don’t know anything about that but can’t disagree.
wWwWw
The food is good and you’re enjoying it, but then you feel the familiar movement: you need to poop. You’ve almost finished your meal but you mum notices the slight change in demeanour.
“What’s the matter honey?” She asks. “Need a change already?”
Look up at her in shock.
“N-no!” you stutter back.
“No need to be embarrassed about changes.”
You take another bite of your meal before feeling your bowels move again.
“I need to poop,” you admit quietly.
You’d already scoped the place out and hadn’t spotted a toilet and going back to town would mean doubling back.
“I don’t mind changing dirty nappies, honey,” says mum.
You look at her in shock. You’re not sure what to say to you avert your eyes and try to finish your meal.
“Couldn’t I – I just go –” you’re embarrassed to say it “– in the bushes?”
Mum gives you a sad smile.
“I’m not sure you should do that in a picnic park. We don’t have a shovel either.”
You squirm, feeling the strong need to go.
“I’ll go back to the car and let you do your business, okay?”
Red faced and averting your eyes you give her a small nod. She stands up but before walking off pulls you into a hug.
“I mean it, I don’t mind changing dirty nappies. Looking after you is never a chore sweetheart.”
You’re embarrassed but do feel comforted by your mum’s words as she walks off.
You don’t have a choice though.
You’re not sure what you should do though, you’re not sure you could go standing up and sitting on the picnic bench like sitting on a toilet mean it pressed into your bum. Eventually you decide to sit on the bench but use your arms to hold yourself up.
Shyly giving the park one last sweep for people watching you use you arms to lift yourself up a bit and begin to push. First though you pee a little bit, what small amount had accumulated since you last wet filling the nappy, but it doesn’t take much for the log to squeeze out as well; you’re only straining a little bit.
As the log drops into the seat of your nappy it takes on a bit of weight, but you can’t consider for long it as you feel another poking through. You push as it parts your bum-cheeks and then it too drops out. You sigh, relaxing now that’s everything out and then sit.
There’s a sharp intake of breath as the poop mushes on your backside. You hadn’t intended to do that, you just sat without thinking. You squirm a bit, feeling embarrassed again.
Again, it’s not bad and it doesn’t smell too much, but you worry what mum thinks of you.
She gives you a smile as she comes back with the bag of nappies and the changing supplies.
“All done?” she asks.
You give an embarrassed nod before you slip your shorts off again and lie down on the picnic table.
The process is more involved this time as mum has to wipe your messy bum down with wet wipes.
“Does this really not bother you?” you ask.
Mum stops and looks up at your face. You want to look away but you can’t.
“Not really, no,” she replies. “Maybe I’d prefer to not have to do it all the time, but this… it reminds me of when you were younger, and I wouldn’t mind it for a little while.”
She finished wiping you down and now it’s time for the baby powder.
“Like when I was a baby?” you ask in a horrified whisper.
She pauses after a few shakes and looks at you again.
“Whenyou were a baby, but it’s notaboutyou being a baby. It’s just… it’s nice to have the opportunity to look after you more. I wouldn’t mind having to look after you like this a while longer.”
She’s taping you up as you stare at the clear sky.
It’s… nice for mum to be looking after you and it’s nice to know she really doesn’t mind; in fact, she wouldn’t mind doing it…more.
You lie there for a moment longer considering what the roadtrip holiday would be like in a nappy. The nappies are nice dry and they’re nice wet and if you stopped worrying about mum treating you badly about it you wouldn’t ever have to worry about toilet breaks or sore over-filled bladders.
“Would you like to stay in a nappy for the trip?”
You sit up, your arms shaking a bit. You can feel how warm you face is and the question. You’re avoiding mum’s eyes but just for a moment glance at her and you can see she seems hopeful at the question. It… would be nice.
“Y-yes,” you reply, squirming.
Mum gives you a wide smile and pulls you into a hug.
You feel a bit scared about the idea and about the idea of someone else finding out, but the idea is comforting all the same.
“Don’t worry, it will be our secret,” mum says as she steps back from the hug.
wWwWw
You feel too tired to really appreciate Sydney as you approach the city. It’s too dark to see anything too and mum says that to see anything good right now we’d have to drive though some really busy parts. Instead the place you’re staying for the night sounds too tempting.
Mum orders some pizza as soon as we’ve got the stuff we need for the night inside and you take a seat on the sofa.
“Do you want a change now or after dinner?” she asks.
Giving a bit of a wiggle your nappy feels pretty full and you haven’t been changed since lunch.
“Now,” you reply.
Mum gets you to lie down on the floor as she changes your wet nappy. Now you’re trying not to worry about mum the attention is kind of nice. Soon you’re all dry and mum helps you get your PJs on.
Mum gives you a small smile and a look as she comes in with the pizza box. You realise your nappy is high enough to peak out of your PJs. It’s okay though you think as you finish your food and head straight to bed.