Potty Problems

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Potty Problems
Date Published: February 23, 2008, 11:54am
Written By: Lizzy

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
Hi all,
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.
-Lizzy
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…


Potty Problems Chapters 7 - 8
Potty Problems: Chapter Seven
As Linda slowly descended the stairs to the playroom, she heard Melissa’s crying fade off behind her as Mrs. Winters carried her daughter upstairs to get changed. From the playroom she heard giggles and chatter from the boys, Linda stopped on the stairs and listened closely, she could hear the boys talking.
“She did it again!” Oliver giggled, “She totally went poop in her pants!” he told Timmy.
“No way, did you see it?” Timmy asked.
“Yeah I went up to ask if we could have pizza for dinner and she was right there in the kitchen”, Oliver replied. “It stunk, and the poop was squished all over her butt, her shorts were brown in the back and there was a load in her pants!” He told Timmy, giggling near uncontrollably.
Both boys giggled loudly. Linda held her hand to her mouth to stifle her own giggles; she thought it was funny that the two boys were amused by Melissa’s accident. Secretly she was slightly amused herself, however Linda’s amusement came from the fact that with every accident Melissa had, she was assured access to diapers just a bit longer. Linda felt that eventually Melissa would outgrow her potty problems, but not today. Every accident Melissa had told Linda that there would be a good supply of Pampers in the upstairs bathroom closet for quite some time. She continued to listen to the boy’s conversation.
“So what did your mom say?” Timmy asked.
“She told me not to tease Melissa or we can’t have pizza” Oliver answered.
“No I mean about her accident?” Timmy said.
“Oh I don’t know, I just laughed and came back down here, I guess she just took her upstairs to get changed” Oliver said.
Timmy giggled louder “Diaper Time!” he said loudly. “She’ll be crinkling around all night; we should make her drink a lot of juice tonight so she wets them.” He suggested maliciously.
“Yeah that would be funny” Oliver said.
Linda stood on the stairs, while she too thought it would be cute to have Melissa wet her diaper that evening, she thought Timmy was a rotten little kid for suggesting that Oliver attempt to embarrass his sister even more than she already had been. “Someone should teach that brat a lesson” Linda thought. The boys continued to chat.
“I’ve got a better idea” Oliver said. “We just found out from her doctor that Melissa can’t eat peanut butter, it upsets her stomach and makes her poop even more” he told Timmy.
“Really?” Timmy asked. This was new information to him, he couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah, the doctor told my mom last week that Lis was allergic or something” Oliver said. “We could give here Reese’s pieces and see if it makes her have another accident”.
“You think that would work?” Timmy asked.
“I don’t know but I’ve been dying to find out ever since last week” Oliver said. “It would be funny to try it” he giggled.
“Do you have Reese’s pieces?” Timmy asked.
“Yup, I bought some yesterday when we were downtown getting the Mad Libs” Oliver said. The boys would often ride their bikes to the local shops on Main Street, they would spend their allowance on candy and comics, Oliver and Timmy had made the trip just yesterday.
“I ate all my candy already” Timmy said.
“Well I saved the Reese’s pieces just because I was curious” Oliver giggled.
Both boys burst into laughter.
Linda couldn’t believe it, Oliver was just as rotten as Timmy…the boys were plotting an evil experiment on Melissa. Linda felt awful for the poor girl…yet part of her was fascinated. Would the boy’s plot really work? “It can’t be true” Linda thought, “Mrs. Winters would have told me not to let Melissa have peanuts” she thought. Linda shrugged her shoulder’s, thinking to herself that either Oliver was lying to Timmy or perhaps Mrs. Winters had forgotten to tell her about the peanuts. She wondered if she should put a stop to the boys plan, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. After all, Melissa would be in a diaper for the rest of the evening…the worst that could happen is Linda would have to change her. She decided to play dumb and let the boys do their worst… “It won’t work” she thought.
Linda continued to make her way down the stairs and entered the playroom. “Alright you two, I’m in charge, and I don’t want anyone teasing Melissa…you both got that?” She said as she walked in the room.
Both Oliver and Timmy giggled.
“I mean it, both of your mother’s will get a bad report from me if you two give her a hard time about her accident!” Linda said sternly. “You remember what happened last time I gave you a bad report Oliver?” She said, giving Oliver a serious look.
“Yes” Oliver said. A Month ago Oliver had been misbehaving in the upstairs living room. He was jumping on the sofa while Linda was babysitting. She had asked him to stop twice, and when he failed to do so he had also told Linda to “shut up”. She had given him a bad report as soon as the Winters came home. As a result, Mrs. Winters grounded Oliver and canceled his allowance for 2 weeks.
“I don’t think you want another bad report do you Oliver?” Linda asked.
“No” Oliver said. “We’ll be good.” He added, giving Timmy a playful punch on the arm.
“Alright then, when Melissa comes down here I expect both of you to behave, no teasing” Linda said.
“Ok” both boys said together, each trying his hardest to keep up a serious appearance.
“Good, I’m going to go upstairs and order pizza to be delivered, what do you two want on it?” Linda said.
“Extra Cheese!” Oliver Said.
“Pepperoni!” Timmy Said.
“Ok then” Linda said, turning and heading upstairs to phone in the order".
Oliver and Timmy smiled at each other as soon as Linda’s back was turned; they intended to carry out their plan just the same.
Fifteen minutes later, Linda, Oliver and Timmy were taking turns playing Atari Pac Man while waiting for the pizza to arrive. Mrs. Winters came down the stairs to the playroom followed by Melissa. Melissa was dressed in purple pajamas, her thick Pamper produced a noticeable bulge in her tight pajama bottoms, and the top edge of the diaper poked out at the waist band. Melissa was hiding behind her mother shyly, still embarrassed from her earlier accident.
“Ok gang, Mr. Winters and I will be leaving shortly” Mrs. Winters said. “Linda did you order the pizzas?” she asked.
“Yup” Linda answered, handing the Atari controller to Timmy and moving over to the other couch.
“Great, I’ve left you some money on the counter upstairs, it should be more than enough to cover the pizzas and a tip for the driver” Mrs. Winters replied.
Linda smiled at little Melissa who was still hiding shyly behind her mother at the foot of the stairs. “Hi Lissa, come over here and say hello, don’t be shy” Linda said, holding her arms open wide.
Melissa grabbed her mother’s leg, still trying to hide herself.
“She’s feeling a bit shy this evening” Mrs. Winters said.
“Oh come here sweetie, I know how you’re feeling kiddo” Linda said, patting her hand on the seat next to her.
Melissa didn’t move for a moment, but after a few seconds she walked shyly over to Linda, with an embarrassed frown on her face…avoiding eye contact with Oliver and Timmy.
Linda could clearly hear the crinkle of Melissa’s Pamper as the girl pamped over the couch and hugged her. Linda gave her a gentle pat on her diapered bottom then lifted her onto the couch beside her.
From the other couch, Timmy watched out of the corner of his eyes as Melissa walked over to hug Linda, his secret gaze followed the clear outline of the diaper beneath her pajama bottoms. He tried to hide his smile as he saw the top edge of the Pamper poking out of her pajama’s waist band. He too could hear the unmistakable crinkle as Melissa walked over to Linda. Timmy was jealous when he saw Linda pat Melissa on her diapered bottom; he imagined for a moment that he was Melissa, having his diapered bottom gently pat by a beautiful older girl.
Linda. Linda could tell from the look on Melissa’s face that the girl was still embarrassed about her earlier accident. “Oh I know…don’t worry Lis, everything’s fine sweetie, you’re ok” Linda said, giving Melissa another hug and allowing the girl to cuddle up next to her on the couch.
Mrs. Winters smiled, she was happy that her daughter had an older girl like Linda who she could look up to.
Shortly afterwards, Mr. Winters came down and said hello to Linda and goodnight to the children. Not long after that, the Winters and Johnson’s left for dinner, they expected to be back by midnight, and Linda expected the kids would be asleep by 11. The pizza arrived; Linda and the kids ate dinner in the kitchen and eventually returned to the Playroom to watch TV.
Oliver had gone upstairs for a moment after dinner and had returned shortly afterwards with a bag of Reese’s Pieces. Timmy smiled when he saw the candy. He wondered if it would be difficult to convince Melissa to eat it. He wondered if she would follow the doctor’s orders, or if she would not make the connection between Reese’s Pieces and peanut butter…
Melissa loved candy, any kind, and she hadn’t fully accepted the consequences of eating peanut butter or anything that contained peanuts yet. She loved the taste and for a girl her age, the sweets still won out over common sense.
“Can I have some?” Melissa asked when she saw Timmy with the candy.
“That was too easy” Timmy thought, smiling.
“Nope” Oliver said, preparing to open the bag. “These are all mine” he said.
“Pleeeeeeeessssee” Melissa begged.
“Oliver, be nice to your sister, share your candy” Linda said, solidifying her choice, her last chance to put a stop to Oliver’s evil experiment was now out her grasp. After all, no one had officially told Linda that Melissa shouldn’t eat peanuts yet, overhearing Oliver and Timmy’s conversation was the first she had heard of Melissa’s food allergy. For all Linda knew, Oliver could be lying. Linda thought that Mrs. Winters would certainly tell her not to feed peanuts to Melissa…perhaps she had forgotten to mention it.
Linda watched as Oliver poured out a handful of Reese’s Pieces for himself, and then handed the bag to Melissa.
“Here Lis, you can have the rest” he said, acting reluctant to do so. “I’m sorry I laughed at you before” he added.
“That was a nice touch” Timmy thought to himself, smiling.
Melissa took the bag from Oliver and began eating the candy faster that Linda could blink.
“Don’t eat too much of that Melissa, you’ll get sick” Linda said…she knew she had to at least attempt to put on a responsible persona.
“Oh she’ll get more than sick” Oliver whispered to Timmy. Both boys burst into giggles.
“What are you two laughing about!?!?” Linda snapped.
“Nothing” Oliver answered quickly.
Linda gave him a stern stare, although she knew that he had to have been joking with Timmy about their plan. She too was wondering if the candy would cause a reaction. All she could do now was to wait and see. If the boy’s plan didn’t work, it would just be another Saturday night of baby sitting. Linda would go about her usual routine or waiting for the kids to fall asleep before sneaking upstairs to replenish her own diaper supply. However if their plan did work, Linda would have a dirty diaper to change. She would need to plot revenge against Oliver and Timmy for coming up with such a dastardly plot.
This weeks episode of The Love Boat had was starting, Linda and the three children settled in for a one hour cruise.
To Be Continued.
Potty Problems: Chapter Eight
“Boss…do you really think you can grant his fantasy?” Tattoo asked.
“Well tattoo, …anything is possible on Fantasy Island” Mr. Roark replied. Timmy found himself standing in Mr. Roark’s office; Tattoo was standing to the left of Mr. Roark’s desk.
From behind his desk Mr. Roark pointed to a door across the room. “Timmy…beyond that door I think you will find what you are looking for…but be warned, there may be no return” Mr. Roark told Timmy sternly.
“Thank you Mr. Roark, I’m willing to take my chances” Timmy said, as he opened the strange door in Mr. Roark’s office and stepped through. “Thanks again Mr. Roark” Timmy said, turning to look back through the doorway…but the door had already vanished, in its place was a pink wall. Mr. Roark and Tattoo were gone.
Timmy found himself standing naked in what appeared to be Melissa’s bedroom; the unmistakable talcum scent of fresh Pampers filled the room. Linda was standing before Timmy holding a diaper in one hand and a bottle of baby powder in the other. She waved the diaper at him, giggled and smiled. “Up on the bed little girl, it’s diapee diaper time” she said in a playful sing song voice, grinning from ear to ear.
Timmy felt the strange tingling sensation wash over his body. He new the sensation well, it would always be followed by an embarrassing enlargement below his waist. Timmy looked down to see if the enlargement would cause him embarrassment in front of Linda…but to his surprise, Timmy saw that he was no longer himself…Timmy had turned into Melissa. Mr. Roark had granted his fantasy; Timmy was living Melissa’s life.
Timmy shot out of sleep quickly…he looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed that he had nodded off. To his surprise Oliver and Melissa were both still awake, staring at the TV. Linda was not in the room. He concentrated on the TV, the clock on the VCR read 10:47, Fantasy Island would be over soon and it would be bed time. He glanced at Melissa and wondered if the Reese’s Pieces had done their job. Turning his head slightly and staring over at Melissa, Timmy saw that she had just shifted forward and had a very strange look on her face…
Melissa shifted nervously in her seat. Despite Linda’s warning, she had eaten the entire bag of Reese’s Pieces. Her tummy felt funny, and it was making her feel like she needed to go potty. Suddenly, without warning, Melissa felt butterflies move around in her lower regions. Linda had gone upstairs to get a glass of water…Melissa wanted to get off the couch and run upstairs to ask Linda for help…she could feel that something was about to happen down below. As she leaned forward to get off the couch her bottom made a funny noise. Melissa froze, “did the boys hear it?” she wondered.
Timmy had heard it; Melissa had farted in her diaper. He put his hand to his mouth to hide his smile and stifle a giggle; he knew that more than just gas was on its way. He nudged Oliver and pointed at Melissa. Oliver’s eyes went wide with anticipation, “could this be it?” he wondered, “had the Reese’s Pieces worked?”
Melissa had a look of grave worry and nervousness on her face; she turned slightly away from the boys to hide her face. Another fart escaped into her diaper, followed by a sharp cramp. Melissa tried to control her bowels…she attempted to get off the couch again.
“You ok Lis?” Oliver asked, smiling at her discomfort.
“Umm…yeah I was just….I’m just moving over a bit” she said, trying to avoid eye contact with her brother.
She couldn’t move. Melissa knew that if she were to shift her weight off of the couch, she would loose control and fill her diaper. She sat on the edge of the couch frozen, not knowing what to do.
Linda stepped off of the stairs with a glass of water in hand. “What’d I miss?” she asked.
Timmy and Oliver quickly took their eyes off of Melissa and stared at the TV.
“Oh…not much” Oliver said nervously.
Linda’s entrance had startled Melissa. She twitched slightly on the couch and that was all it took…her bowels gave way and emptied into the waiting diaper. She felt the warm solid mass expanding around her bottom, squishing between her behind and the soft lining of her diaper…pressing back against her. The force of the messy accident caused Melissa to release her bladder, soaking the diaper completely. She stared blankly at the TV, not moving…a sad frown appeared on her face and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.
Linda sat back down next to Melissa on the couch. She looked at the girl and saw immediately that something was wrong.
“Lissa sweetie, are you alright?” Linda whispered to Melissa.
Melissa didn’t answer; she rubbed her eyes with the sleeve of her jammies and looked at Linda.
Linda’s nose caught the smell almost immediately, it was stinky, and filled the air fast.
“Oh sweetie…” Linda said. “Let’s go upstairs” she whispered to Melissa, picking the girl up.
“What’s wrong?” Timmy asked with a sly tone.
“Yeah what’s wrong Lis?” Oliver asked…the same sly tone in his voice.
Then the smell hit the boy’s noses.
“Uhhh ohhhh!” Oliver said. “Did you go poo poo again!” he giggled.
Timmy laughed. Both boys smirked. Melissa burst into tears.
Linda turned to the boys, she held Melissa who had buried her head in Linda’s shoulder, bawling out of sheer embarrassment.
“You boys are going to get yours!” She said. “Trust me! You’re going to be sorry one day for teasing her. Both of you get up to bed now!” Linda shouted at the boys in an angry tone.
Oliver and Timmy knew she meant business. Both boys ran upstairs to Oliver’s bedroom.
“I’m coming in to check on you as soon as I’m finished…you’d better both be in bed with your pjs on!” Linda shouted after them. She heard the boys giggling all the way up the stairs.
“shhhhh there there” Linda said as she held Melissa and patted her on the back, trying to calm the girl.
“waaaaaaaaa waaaaa I…I…I went poo poo in my diaper….aaaa waaaaaa waaaaaa” Melissa said through her sobs.
“sshhhhhh there there…I know you did, and It’s ok sweetie…. it’s ok to have an accident in your diaper, that’s what the diaper is for Lis…shhhh….you’re ok…it’s going to be ok” Linda put her hand gently on Melissa’s bottom, she could feel a heavy load in the seat of the girls diaper. “Shhhhh, there there” Linda continued to console Melissa as she carried her upstairs to the bathroom.
Just as Linda reached the upstairs hallway the phone rang. She set Melissa down and turned to go pick up the phone. “Ok sweetie go wait for me in the bathroom, I’m going to answer that and then have a quick talk with the boys” Linda said, Melissa pamped down the hallway to the bathroom to wait for Linda.
Linda dashed down to the kitchen and picked up the phone. “Hello, Winters residence” she said.
“Hi Linda” said Mrs. Winters voice from the other end of the phone. “Is everything going ok?” she asked.
“Yup, everything’s great” Linda said, lying.
“Great, listen I hope you don’t mind, but dinner ran a bit late, we won’t be home until 12:30…I hope that’s not too much trouble for you?” Mrs. Winters asked.
“That’s no problem at all Mrs. Winters” Linda replied, not believing her luck. This would give her more than enough time to get Melissa cleaned up and give the boys a good talking to.
“Oh Linda, one other thing, I should have told you this earlier but I was in a rush to get ready…don’t let Melissa eat any peanut butter or peanuts, her doctor thinks she may have an allergy that causes…well bowel problems.” Mrs. Winters whispered the last few words into the phone.
“Oh my…I’ll be sure to keep her away from peanuts then” Linda answered.
“Thanks dear, you’re the best” Mrs. Winters said. “We’ll see you when we get home…bye”
“Bye Mrs. Winters, have a great time” Linda said as she hung up the phone.
This was perfect Linda thought to herself. Now she had the ammunition she needed to teach the boys a lesson. Linda marched upstairs and stormed into Oliver’s room. She found the boys laughing and jumping on the two single beds. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves!” she said sternly.
“Why we didn’t do anything!” shouted Oliver.
“Oh yes you did!” Linda responded. “Stop jumping on the beds this instant and sit down!” She shouted.
The boys stopped jumping and sat down on their beds.
“I overheard your plan to give Melissa the Reese’s Pieces” Linda said.
The boys look shocked.
“That was your mother on the phone, she just told me that Melissa can’t eat peanuts or peanut butter…and she told me why” Linda said.
Oliver and Timmy had blank guilty looks on their faces. They knew that if Linda told Mrs. Winters about the Reese’s Pieces they would be in big trouble.
“Please don’t tell my mom” Oliver begged.
“Oh I’m going to tell her buster…you can’t do that to your sister and get away with it!” Linda shouted.
“Please!” Oliver continued to beg. “We’ll do anything!” He said.
That was what Linda had been waiting for. She just needed to tighten the screws a bit more and she would have the boys right where she wanted them.
“You’re not getting out of this one Oliver!” she said.
“No Please!” Oliver continued to beg. “I promise, we’ll do anything!”
“Yeah, anything!” Timmy pleaded too.
“Anything?” Linda asked slyly.
“Yeah anything, just don’t tell my mom.” Oliver said.
“I don’t know…” Linda said. “That was very mean to do to your sister, Oliver…you boys need to be punished for that” Linda added.
“I swear, just don’t tell her, we’ll do whatever you tell us to do” Oliver asked.
Linda gave him a stern look, but on the inside she was smirking with satisfaction.
“Ok, here’s what’s going to happen” Linda said. “Nobody is going to say a word about Melissa’s accident ever” She said, giving each boy a serious look to make sure they understood her.
“We promise. No word about it ever” Oliver said.
“Yeah, it never happened” said Timmy.
“And you boys are going to follow every order I give you from now on” Linda said.
“We will” Oliver said.
“Everything you say” Timmy replied.
“Ok then” Linda said. “I want each of you to get into bed and get under the covers…then I want you to take off your pajama bottoms and give them to me” Linda said with a smile.
“What?” The boys said together.
“You said you’d do anything…all I have to do is tell your mom what happened…show her the dirty diaper and the empty Reese’s Pieces bag…” Linda smirked as she spoke.
Oliver and Timmy jumped into bed, shortly afterwards they each handed their pajama bottoms to Linda.
“Why are to taking our pants?” Oliver asked.
“Because I don’t want you walking around the house while I’m changing Melissa” Linda said. “If I think for one second that you boys have gotten out of bed and tried to put on other pants when I get back…I’ll tell your mother what you did” She said as she left the room, taking the boys pj bottoms with her. Linda closed the door and walked down the hall to the bathroom, placing the pajama bottoms on a table just outside the bathroom door.
Once inside the bathroom, Linda closed and locked the door. Just in case the boys decided to disobey her she didn’t want to be bothered while she was occupied with Melissa. She certainly didn’t want those two brats interrupting a diaper change.
Linda found Melissa sitting in the corner holding a Barbie doll, she was still crying. Linda walked over and picked up Melissa, giving her another hug and patting her on the back.
“shhhh…it’s going to be ok sweetie” Linda said as she gently sat Melissa down on the toilet with the lid down; she laid a towel on the floor, then lifted Melissa off of the toilet and lay her down on the towel.
Melissa had stopped sobbing but was still crying softly. Linda reached over and turned the water on to fill the bathtub, checking the water temperature to make it just right. She poured some bubble bath into the tub as it filled and gave the water a quick stir with her hand to build the bubbles. She then turned her attention back to Melissa.
“Shhhhhhh it’s going to be ok sweetie…don’t worry” Linda said in a soft soothing voice. She slid Melissa’s pajama bottoms off revealing the wet and stinky diaper. “Good girl” Linda said, as she slid Melissa’s pajama top off. Melissa lay on the towel, dressed only in her dirty diaper.
Linda opened the bathroom linen closet and found her supplies…she noticed that there were now two large boxes of Pampers on the floor of the closet. One box was new, and one was opened, just over half full. “Mrs. Winters must have stocked up recently” thought Linda. She smiled and retrieved a fresh Pamper from the open box. She also grabbed a container of baby wipes and a bottle of baby powder from the shelf just above the boxes.
Melissa’s tears were slowing now. She lay on the floor watching Linda gather the supplies; every now and then she would wipe her tears off of her cheeks and sniffle a bit.
Linda now turned her attention to Melissa. “Don’t cry sweetie…everything is going to be alright” She told the girl again as she leaned over her and gave her a gentle rub on her tummy.
“But my mommy will be mad that I made another poo poo accident” Melissa said.
“Don’t worry sweetie, this will be our little secret, I won’t tell your mommy about this if you don’t” Linda said.
“But Oliver and Timmy will tell everyone!” Melissa said, almost bursting into tears again at the thought of Oliver telling his mother.
“The boys won’t say anything…I already spoke to them and they know that they’ll be in big trouble with your mom…don’t worry Lis, I’m going to have another short talk with them after I get you into bed and they won’t say a word about this if they know what’s good for them” Linda said with a smile on her face. “Now hold still…let’s get you cleaned up”
Melissa lay still as Linda went to work. Linda unfastened the diaper tapes and slowly opened the front of Melissa’s diaper. “That’s a good girl…hold still” She said soothingly. The mess was big; it filled the seat of the diaper and was mashed against Melissa’s bottom. Linda tried not to wince at the smell as she used baby wipes to gently clean Melissa’s bottom. Once she had cleaned the girl enough to stand her up, she slid the dirty diaper out from under Melissa, emptied its contents into the toilet and flushed. She then wrapped up the dirty diaper and dropped it in the trash…she would later empty the trash into the outside garbage can to get rid of the evidence.
“Ok sweetie…into the tub” Linda said, helping Melissa into the bubbly water. Melissa was now smiling as she sat in the warm tub. Linda washed her hair and helped Melissa clean her back and shoulders, leaving Melissa to wash the rest of her body. Once the bath was done, she held a towel for Melissa as she stepped out of the tub. Linda wrapped the towel around the girl, gave her hair a rub with the towel to dry it a bit, and then gave Melissa a big hug and raspberry on the cheek.
Melissa giggled, she felt safe and happy having Linda take care of her. The embarrassment of her accident was slipping away, being replaced by a warm loving feeling.
“Ok sweetie, lay down on the towel again” Linda said after she finished drying Melissa off thoroughly.
Melissa complied as she saw Linda pick up a diaper and open the bottom half. She lay down on the towel and made herself ready to be diapered again.
Linda gently lifted Melissa’s legs and raised her bottom up enough so that she could slide the open half of the Pamper beneath the girl. She then sprinkled baby powder on the diaper and on Melissa’s bottom, gently rubbing it in with her free hand. Melissa giggled.
“Shhhh hold still silly girl” Linda said as he powdered Melissa’s front side. She then opened the front half of the diaper and brought it up between Melissa’s legs. Linda pulled the diaper snug around the girl’s waist and taped it closed.
“There we go…all better sweetie” Linda said, smiling as she finished the job. "Stand up Lis so we can get your pj’s back on.
Melissa stood up with a crinkle and Linda gave her a soft pat on her diapered bottom, checking the leg bands and waist line to make sure it was secure. She then helped Melissa get her jammies back on and cleaned up the bathroom.
“Let’s get you into bed Lis” Linda said, leading Melissa out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom. Melissa pamped down the hall with an adorable crinkle, she dashed into her room and jumped into bed. Linda followed close, and moments later she was tucking Melissa in and giving her a goodnight kiss on her forehead. “nite nite sweetie” she said.
“Linda?” Melissa said as Linda turned towards the door.
“Yeah Lis?” Linda replied.
“Thank you for changing my diaper” Melissa whispered.
“You’re welcome sweetie…don’t feel bad, lots of little girls your age still wear diapers at night” Linda said, hoping to cheer Melissa up.
“Really?” Melissa said, sounding surprised.
“Yup, all over the world there are girls who have to wear diapers at night…if you don’t believe me, just ask your doctor the next time you see her”. Linda said smiling. “Now close your eyes and go to sleep sweetie” she said as she turned out the light.
“Good night Linda” Melissa whispered as Linda closed the door.
Linda looked at her watch, 11:35, it had been about forty-five minutes since she had sent the boys to bed. Mr. and Mrs. Winters would be home in an hour. She stood in the hallway and listened closely near Oliver’s door to see if the boys were still awake. Linda heard the boys chatting but couldn’t make out what they were saying
Linda had a plan. She returned to the bathroom, once inside she opened the linen closet and retrieved two diapers. She intended to steel two for herself this evening but now she had a better use for the diapers. She still had one Pamper left at home from her last babysitting visit and she knew she would be back to sit for the kids again soon which would give her the chance to get more.
She closed the linen closet door, left the bathroom and returned to Oliver’s door. Slowly opening it again, hiding the diapers behind her back.
“Ok boys” Linda said…putting their chat to an abrupt end.
“You both are going to learn a lesson tonight…you promised to do whatever I said…and if you don’t…I’m telling Oliver’s mother everything” Linda said.
She smiled and brought the Pampers out from behind her back. Oliver’s eyes went wide as he saw the diapers; Timmy also had a look of surprise on his face.
“What are you doing with those?” Oliver asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
“These are for you” Linda replied. “You are both going to put on a diaper and wear it tonight” She said.
Oliver was shocked; there was no way he was going to put on a diaper.
Timmy’s mind was racing…while he didn’t want to wear a diaper with Oliver around; part of him was very excited. Timmy had secretly planned to try and steel a diaper to take home, but now he was going to be forced to wear one to sleep, he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“You don’t want to put one on Oliver?” Linda asked. “Well I’ll just go down stairs with Melissa’s dirty diaper and get the empty Reese’s Pieces bag to show your mother…” she added.
Oliver didn’t reply. He knew she had him beat.
Linda tossed a diaper to Oliver and then to Timmy. “You boys are going to put those on, I’ll wait outside, and then I’m going to come back in and check to make sure you’re wearing them” Linda said.
“But…” Oliver started to say.
“No Buts” Linda replied. “The only Buts I want to see when I get back are two diapered butts.” She giggled as she left the room and closed the door.
Timmy and Oliver each sat in their beds holding their diapers. Neither could believe the predicament they were in.
“You go first” Timmy said looking over at Oliver.
“No” Oliver said.
“Ol if she tells your mom we’re dead ducks!” Timmy said.
“Alright, we do it at the same time then” Oliver said. “On three…ready? One…Two…Three”
Both boys unfolded the bottom half of their diapers, brought them below the covers and clumsily diapered themselves. Timmy was excited, he couldn’t believe how soft the diaper felt as he slid it under his bottom. His embarrassing enlargement had appeared again and he was glad to be under the covers out of Oliver’s view. Timmy managed to get the diaper up between his legs; he was fiddling with the tapes. After a few moments he was able to get the tapes closed and he was in heaven. Timmy rolled over onto his stomach, feeling the diaper press back against him.
“Did you do it?” Oliver asked.
“Yup” Timmy said nervously. “Did you?” He asked.
“Yeah” Oliver said, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
While the boys were putting on their diapers, Linda had crept downstairs to Mr. Winters office, she was looking for something she had seen in there last week. “Where is it…where is it?” she said to herself quietly. She opened the large desk drawer and found her prize. “Bingo” she said, as she pulled the Polaroid camera out of the drawer. Quickly checking to see if it had film in it she snapped a picture of her feet. “Perfect” she said, and dashed back upstairs.
When she reached Oliver’s door she knocked. “You boys ready?” she asked.
“Yes” she heard Oliver reply shyly.
“Ok, then get out of bed and stand in the middle of the room” she said. “I’m going to check to make sure you followed my order” she added.
The boys both did as they were told, each embarrassed to be seen by the other, and not wanting to look at each other. Oliver glanced quickly to see that Timmy was indeed diapered, he then looked down at the floor in embarrassment as he stood there in his own diaper. Timmy looked at Oliver quickly and did the same.
“Ready or not…here I come” said Linda as she slowly opened the door, holding the camera behind her back.
“Oh don’t you two look cute” Linda giggled. “Now hold still” She pulled the camera out from behind her back and quickly snapped a picture.
“Hey!” shouted Oliver. “No fair!” Both boys quickly jumped back into their beds.
Linda pulled the Polaroid free of the camera and held it high. “When this develops I’ll have evidence of who really wears the diapers on this street” she told the boys. “Now if you two ever pull a trick like that on Melissa again, I’m going to show this to every kid I baby sit for…now go to sleep”. Linda turned and walked into the hallway, she retrieved the boys pajama bottoms off of the table, returned to Oliver’s room and tossed each boy their pants.
“You can put those back on over your diapers, but you can’t take the diapers off” I’m going to sit right out here by the stairs until your parents get home, and if I hear anyone trying to take off their diaper…I show this picture to all of your friends" Linda said with a malicious grin.
“But what if my mom finds us wearing these?” Oliver said. “You’ll get in troubled too for making us wear them” He said.
“Oh I doubt it…in fact I’ll bet your mom will be so mad when I tell her about your little Reese’s Pieces stunt that she’ll put you in diapers anyway” Linda replied. “And who is your mom going to believe?” Linda asked. “Melissa will tell the same story that I do…I’ll just say you boys must have taken the diapers yourselves and put them on to play some strange baby game…”
“Well what do we do if we get caught?” Oliver asked.
“Oh I don’t think you’ll get caught…but if you do…that’s your problem” Linda said with a smile. “No matter what, my story will be about the Reese’s Pieces and two little boys who apparently like to sneak diapers and wear them for fun” she giggled.
“You’re mean!” Oliver said.
“Well you deserve it for the way you treated Melissa” Linda said. “You think about what you’ve done and have a good night”. She turned out the light and closed the door.
“Oliver what are we going to do?” Timmy asked.
“Well…we stay under the covers if my mom comes in when she gets home…and we get up before everyone tomorrow and take these off before we get caught”
“Oliver…I have to pee” Timmy said.
“Me too” Oliver replied nervously.
Linda giggled, she was standing outside the door listening closely to the boy’s conversation, and she was satisfied with their punishments. She returned to the bathroom, retrieved Melissa’s dirty diaper from the trash bin and proceed downstairs, making her way to the garage where she buried the dirty diaper in the trashcan…in among several other used diapers. “Melissa must have had an active week” Linda whispered to herself. She closed the lid on the trash, returned to the kitchen and washed her hands, then poured herself another glass of water, returned the Polaroid camera to Mr. Winters office and then sat on the stairs to keep her ears open. She made sure that the boys didn’t leave their bed room. While she was waiting, she looked at the picture she had snapped of the boys. She covered her mouth to stop her laughter as she saw two very surprised looking boys standing in nothing but pajama tops and Pampers.
Linda looked more closely at the picture, she noticed that the front of Timmy’s Pamper had a cute little bulge poking out of it. “Looks like somebody really likes his diapees” Linda said to herself quietly, then she giggled again.
Right around twelve thrity the Winters returned. Linda left the stairway and went down to the kitchen to meet them.
“Hi Linda…everything go ok tonight?” Mrs. Winters asked.
“Yup, no problems at all” Linda said smiling.
“Good…no more accidents from Melissa I hope?” Mrs. Winters said.
“Nope, she’s fine, she’s already in bed sleeping like an angle” Linda smiled. “The boys are asleep too, all of them were falling asleep downstairs so I sent them up to bed.” She added.
“Oh thanks Linda, you’re such a great sitter” Mrs. Winters handed Linda a good sized fold of cash. “There’s money from Timmy’s parents in there as well” she said.
“Thank you so much Mrs. Winters” Linda said.
“Oh thank you Linda…next Saturday at 8?” Mrs. Winters asked.
“I’ll be here” Linda said…she turned and headed for the door. “Goodnight” she said.
Linda passed Mr. Winters in the drive way as he was pulling the car into the garage"
“Goodnight Linda thanks again” he said, and waved from the car.
“Goodnight Mr. Winters” Linda said as she waved and smiled. She was excited to get home to the diaper that was waiting, hidden in her dresser drawer.
Mrs. Winters went upstairs quietly. She first poked her head into Melissa’s room, seeing the girl sleeping soundly she closed the door and proceeded down the hall to Oliver’s room. She opened the door and peeked inside. The boys were both asleep.
To Be Continued.


Potty Problems Chapters 9 - 12
Potty Problems: Chapter Nine
Oliver and Timmy were still awake, they had heard Oliver’s parents return home and had listened as Mrs. Winters said goodnight to Linda. Neither Boy could move; each lay in bed diapered. Also, each boy had a problem…they both needed to pee.
“Oliver I really have to go!” Timmy whispered in desperation.
“I know” Oliver replied. “I have to go too, but you have to try and hold it, my mother will be coming up the stairs any second to check on us, if you try to go to the bathroom before she checks in, she might catch you in the hallway in that diaper” He added.
“I really have to pee!” Timmy said, sounding more desperate. Timmy’s embarrassing enlargement had vanished temporarily. While his mind and body had been thrilled by the sensation of wearing a diaper, the thought of being caught by Oliver’s mother while wearing it distracted Timmy’s internal pleasure principle.
“Shhhhh quiet, here comes my mother!” Oliver whispered. “Pretend you’re sleeping, quick!”
Timmy turned on his side and shut his eyes…hoping that the crinkle of his diaper hadn’t been heard beyond Oliver’s bedroom door. Oliver also shut his eyes and pretended to sleep. Each boy heard Mrs. Winters’ footsteps climbing the stairs and approaching the bedroom door.
The doorknob began to turn slowly…seconds later a beam of light showed through a widening crack in the door as Oliver’s mother stuck her head in to see if the boys were still awake.
Timmy’s bladder was aching. His mind raced, he had wanted to steal a diaper to take home…he even believed that he would try and wet the diaper. Now he found himself unexpectedly forced into a diaper…which it now seemed he was going to wet on no terms of his own. He clenched his muscles as tight as he could and held still. Mrs. Winters was still in the doorway peeking into the room… “What’s she doing?” Timmy thought. “Why is she taking so long?” He wondered. His bladder was in pain now, he couldn’t last much longer.
Timmy opened his left eye just a crack, he could see Mrs. Winters, and she was looking at Oliver. Timmy saw her give a slight smile as she pulled her head back through the doorway and closed the door. Neither boy moved, each lay still hardly breathing as they listened to Oliver’s mother’s footsteps move down the hallway.
“fewww, that was close” Oliver whispered. Timmy didn’t answer.
“Timmy?” Oliver said, wondering why his friend had no comment on their near interaction with his mother.
“Timmy, are you awake?” Oliver asked.
“Yes” Timmy said softly.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked.
“I….I ummm…I couldn’t hold it” Timmy said. Just as Mrs. Winters had closed the door Timmy’s bladder had given way and filled his diaper. Timmy lay in a trance as he felt the diaper growing warm and squishy in the front and between his legs. He hadn’t heard Oliver whisper his name the first time.
“You peed your diaper!” Oliver whispered with a giggle.
“Shut up!” Timmy whispered back.
“Shhhh!! She’s coming back!” Oliver said as he heard his mother’s footsteps moving back down the hallway towards his bedroom door.
The boys both lay still again, waiting. The footsteps passed Oliver’s doorway and went back downstairs.
“She’s gone” Oliver said. “Did you really wet your diaper?” He asked.
After an embarrassing pause Timmy answered. “Yes, I couldn’t hold it and I lost control” He whispered.
Oliver wasn’t about to tease Timmy over this, as much as he wanted to, Oliver was in a similar situation. His bladder had been sending him warning signals for the past fifteen minutes.
Mr. and Mrs. Winters both climbed the stairs now; they made their way to their bedroom. Oliver knew that they would be in and out of the hallway now for at least twenty minutes before they finally went to bed. He didn’t think he could make it that long.
“What am I going to do Oliver?” Timmy asked. “I can’t take this off now without wiping the pee off of me…the bed will smell” He said.
“You have to wear it until my parents are asleep” Oliver said. “Then maybe you can sneak down to the bathroom and clean up with some of my sisters baby wipes, but you can’t put the diaper in the trash…my mom might find it.” He explained.
“But where will I put it?” Timmy said.
“I don’t know, I haven’t figured it all out yet” Oliver answered. Just then he heard something unusual, his father was in the upstairs bathroom, and he had turned on the shower. “Why is he taking a shower at this time of night!?!?” Oliver snapped.
“I don’t know…” Timmy said.
“This is not good!” Oliver said. “I have to pee badly!” He added.
“Guess you’ll have to use your diaper baby!” Timmy giggled.
“Shut up wet boy!” Oliver snapped, slapping his hand to his mouth realizing he had raised his voice. Both boys remained silent, waiting to see if Oliver had been heard.
They were in the clear, nothing but the sound of the shower could be heard from beyond Oliver’s door. Oliver’s bladder was aching now, he didn’t have much time left and he knew it. Even if he was able to take off the diaper and get to the bathroom the door would be locked and he would have to knock on it, interrupting his father’s shower. Time was running out, he was sweating.
“Drip…drip…drip” Timmy whispered with a giggle.
“Stop it!” Oliver whispered back.
“Drip…drip….drip…drip” Timmy giggled.
Oliver couldn’t take it anymore; he had to get to the bathroom. He shifted in bed, and then leaped out, standing in the middle of the room. Timmy watched in amusement as Oliver shifted his weight from foot to foot doing a potty dance.
“Where you gonna go?” Timmy asked. “You can’t get down the hall in a diaper…and the bathroom is occupied…” he added.
Oliver froze…the sound of footsteps was coming down the hall again. The footsteps were moving closer to his door by the second. It was too late now, the dam had burst, Oliver stood there wetting his diaper; the footsteps had startled his bladder into action. He was shocked, and frozen to the spot.
“Oliver move!” Timmy whispered sharply.
Timmy’s words had grabbed Oliver out of his trance just in time. He quickly jumped back into bed…the flow of urine still escaping his body.
“Boys?” Mrs. Winters said as she slowly opened the door. Her eye caught Oliver moving in bed…but her ears had not heard the crinkle of his diaper. “I heard chatter and giggling…what are you two doing…you should both be asleep” She said.
“ummm….sorry mom, we were just laughing about The Love Boat, it was funny tonight” Oliver said, trying not to shift his position. The wet diaper was a new strange sensation.
“Well go to sleep now ok” Mrs. Winters said. She remained in the doorway for a moment, staring at Oliver.
For a moment Timmy thought Mrs. Winters might come into the room. “Does she smell the pee?” he worried. He sniffed the air wondering if there was an odor in the room from his diaper. He smelled nothing. Finally Mrs. Winters closed the door and Timmy heard her footsteps heading back towards her own room.
“Oliver?” Timmy whispered. “You alright?” He asked. There was no reply.
“Oliver…what’s up?” Timmy asked again.
“I wet too” Oliver finally whispered.
Timmy giggled.
“Shhhh…don’t make my mom come back!” Oliver said.
“Sorry” Timmy said. “So we’re both wet…now what do we do?” Timmy asked.
Down the hall Melissa was asleep in her bed, she began to dream of streams and rivers…moments later she too was wet.
A few houses down the Street Linda lay in bed in a wet diaper of her own…she stared at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on her face…moments later she drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued.
Potty Problems: Chapter Ten
Timmy and Oliver had both slept through the night each wearing a wet diaper. Timmy had been secretly thrilled by the sensation of wearing the diaper and wetting it, but shortly after, while waiting for Mr. Winters to leave the upstairs bathroom and return to the master bedroom, Timmy had fallen asleep.
Oliver fell asleep too. The boys had planned to sneak down to the bathroom after Oliver’s parents had finally both gone to bed. Once there, the plan was to remove their wet diapers, clean themselves up with a few of Melissa’s baby wipes, and then sneak the wet diapers out to the trashcans in the garage. It was a simple plan, but sleep had won out, and both Oliver and Timmy had drifted off to dream land before Oliver’s parents were in bed for the night.
Sunlight had just begun to make its way into the bedroom window when Oliver woke up. He yawned, stretched and rolled over in bed; the audible crinkle of his wet Pamper brought last night’s events rushing into memory. He felt the thick squishy diaper between his legs and was filled with panic. Oliver knew that he needed to get the diaper off and hidden before his parents woke up. He rolled over and glanced across the room at Timmy. Timmy stretched and woke.
“Timmy?” you up? Oliver asked.
“mmm yeah” Timmy said through a yawn.
“Timmy, we have to get up and get our diapers off!” Oliver whispered frantically.
Timmy was wide awake now, he felt the wet diaper between his legs and he too remembered the events of the previous evening as if they had just happened.
“Where are we going to hide them?” Timmy asked; lifting the covers and looking down at the noticeable diaper bulge around his groin.
“I don’t know” Oliver said. “Maybe we can sneak them into the trash before anyone wakes up”. He suggested. Oliver got out of bed with a crinkle and pamped over to the door. Timmy giggled as he watched his friend waddle across the room.
“Shut up!” Oliver whispered harshly.
“Sorry” Timmy said.
Oliver carefully opened his bedroom door a crack and looked into the hallway. The coast was clear, it was still early and it appeared that he and Timmy were the only ones awake.
“Looks clear” Oliver said.
“So now what?” Timmy asked.
“We take off our diapers and sneak them down to the trash in the garage” Oliver replied.
“Why don’t we just go to the bathroom and put them in the trash there” Timmy asked. “We need some of your sister’s baby wipes to clean up with anyway. I don’t want to smell like pee” he added.
“We can’t leave them in the bathroom trash” Oliver replied. “If my mom sees them in there she’ll wonder where they came from, she doesn’t know about Melissa’s accident last night so if she sees two wet diapers in the bathroom trash she might ask questions” Oliver explained.
“But what about the baby wipes?” Timmy asked.
“We have to get the diapers off and out to the trash first” Oliver said. “We can go to the bathroom and clean up afterwards. I’d rather risk getting caught in the hallway smelling like pee than wearing a wet diaper” He said.
“Yeah I guess you’re right” Timmy replied.
Oliver pamped across the room then climbed back into his bed. Timmy watched as Oliver shifted beneath his covers, shortly he heard the sound of diaper tapes being ripped open. Oliver shifted again and soon he pulled his wet Pamper out from beneath the covers.
Timmy reached down below his own covers and slid his pajama bottoms down exposing his wet diaper. He searched around with his hands until he found the first tape and gave it a tug. He soon found the second tape and his diaper opened with the familiar tape tearing sound. Timmy lifted his bottom up and pulled the wet Pamper out from beneath him, he then slid his pajama bottoms back up and pulled the wet diaper out from beneath the covers.
Oliver had already rolled up his wet diaper and clumsily taped it against itself. Timmy saw this and quickly did the same with his diaper.
Oliver jump out of bed again, now wearing only his pajamas, Timmy did the same, each boy held their wet diapers in hand.
“Ok, follow me and try to stay quiet, we don’t want to wake anyone up” Oliver said as the walked to the door. Again he quietly opened the door and poked his head out, the hallway was still empty. Oliver motioned for Timmy to follow him. The boys entered the hallway and quietly made their way down the stairs.
Melissa woke early; she yawned, stretched and rolled onto her back. She noticed a familiar sensation around her bottom. She wiggled her bottom and heard her diaper crinkle. Melissa reached her hand down into her pajama bottoms and felt the diaper between her legs and around her bottom, she frowned. “Wet again” Melissa whispered to herself. She was not allowed to remove her own diaper. Melissa’s mother always wanted to know the status of her daughter’s diaper in the morning so she would be able to tell when Melissa’s wetting problem showed signs of getting better.
Melissa knew she would have to wait until her mother woke up before getting changed; she wanted to go watch TV and eat cereal. She wondered if the boys were up yet, Melissa hoped they would still be asleep so that she wouldn’t have to sit around with them in her wet diaper while waiting for her mother to wake up. Her parents liked to sleep late on Sunday mornings.
Melissa quietly climbed out of bed and pamped over to her doorway. She could feel that she needed to go tinkle, and hoped that her mother would wake soon. Melissa gently opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hallway. She gasped quietly as she saw Oliver and Timmy quietly sneaking down the stairs. Each boy was holding something but in her fright she hadn’t noticed what the objects were. She carefully poked her head into the hallway again, the Boys were gone.
Melissa waited a moment, summoned up her courage, crept into the hallway and quietly made her way downstairs. She figured the boys were going downstairs to watch TV and eat cereal too. While she didn’t want to hang out with them and get teased, Melissa was hungry and would rather eat cereal and watch TV than stay in her bedroom with nothing to do.
Having reached the kitchen, Oliver and Timmy quickly crossed the room to the door leading to the garage. Oliver opened the door stepped through and waited for Timmy to follow. Oliver then quietly closed the door behind him. The boys walked down the short set of steps, quickly finding the trashcan and removing the lid. Each boy placed his wet diaper in the trashcan; Oliver moved some of the other garbage around to cover the diapers then closed the lid.
Melissa had entered the kitchen; she was surprised that the boys were not there fixing themselves bowls of cereal. She guessed they were downstairs and headed towards the pantry to get some cereal. Melissa stopped as she heard voices coming from the garage. She froze in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the door leading to the garage. She couldn’t make out what the voices were saying…she was scared…her body was telling Melissa that it was now time to go tinkle, but Melissa wasn’t listening to her body at the moment.
“Okay” Oliver said. “We’ll go back in. You sneak up to the bathroom first and get cleaned up, the baby wipes are in the closet on a shelf above my sisters diapers” He told Timmy. “I’ll wait at the bottom of the stairs until you come back down then I’ll go up and do the same thing”.
“What do I do with the baby wipes?” Timmy asked.
“Just put them in the trash and cover them with some tissues or something” Oliver said.
“Okay” Timmy replied. He knew exactly where the baby wipes were, Timmy had often peeked into the bathroom closet to admire the box of Pampers there. Last night he had intended to steal one, but instead, to his surprise and secret delight, he wound up wearing and wetting one. Timmy thought that perhaps this was the perfect chance to complete his original mission.
“Let’s go” Oliver said. The boys climbed back up the steps leading from the garage to the kitchen and opened the door. As the door swung open, the boys froze, on the other side of the door stood a very shocked and frightened Melissa.
Melissa gasped as she saw the boys, her toes turned inward and she bent her knees slightly, she placed her hands on her groin unknowingly. The look on her face turned from fear to worry and embarrassment as she felt her bladder release itself into her already wet diaper.
Down the street, Linda lay on her stomach, one arm wrapped around her pillow, the other between her legs, pressing against the front of her soaked Pamper. “Ohhh daddy!, My diapee! I wet my diapee! Mmmmmmm!!!” She moaned. Moments later she was lying on her back smiling at the ceiling.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Eleven
Melissa stood in the kitchen in an embarrassing “I’ve just wet my pants” pose. She stood pigeon toed with her hands covering her groin, knees bent and slightly leaning forward. Melissa felt the last bit of her bladder empty into her now thoroughly soaked Pamper. The warm urine was pooling in the diaper between her legs, if she were to sit down right now, she would certainly feel a squishing sensation around her bottom.
Oliver and Timmy stood shocked in the doorway leading to the garage; neither had expected to find Melissa standing in the kitchen. They were initially too shocked to recognize the tell tale “I didn’t make it to the potty” stance Melissa was in.
“Melissa?!?!” Oliver said, sounding surprised to see her. “umm…err…good morning” he said.
Timmy looked at Melissa, she seemed to be in a state of surprise herself, and she had an almost vacant stare. Timmy noticed the unmistakable top edge of a diaper sticking out from the waistband of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. He suddenly realized what had just happened as Melissa regained her composer, stood up straight and backed away from the two boys. Timmy smirked, guessing that Melissa had just wet her diaper at the surprise of seeing the two boys.
“Umm hello, ummm good morning” Melissa replied nervously to Oliver. “Umm…I was…I’m getting some cereal” she said, backing off towards the pantry, moving with an awkward waddle.
Timmy nudged Oliver. Oliver looked at Timmy as his friend pointed at his pants and mouthed the word “Wet”. Oliver stared at Timmy with a confused look on his face. Timmy made a motion with his head and eyes towards Melissa as she turned toward the pantry, he whispered “she’s wet” very softly.
Oliver looked back at his sister then back at Timmy. He understood what his friend was trying to tell him and smiled.
“Are you ok Lis?” Oliver asked, turning to his sister. Her back was now towards them as she reached the pantry.
“Umm yeah…I’m ok” Melissa replied with a nervous tone. “I’m just going to get some cereal because I’m hungry” she explained again.
Oliver could see the thick shape of a diaper beneath his sister’s pajama bottoms. The diaper outline seemed to sag in the seat of her pajama bottoms much more so than it would if it were dry. Oliver smirked and looked at Timmy who was also smiling.
Oliver opened his mouth to say something and then stopped. He was about to say “looks like someone went wet wet in her diapee” in a teasing tone…his usual instinct was to tease Melissa about her wet diaper in the morning, especially if Timmy were around. However this morning, Oliver remembered Linda’s warning, and the Polaroid she had snapped of him and Timmy in their diapers the night before. He worried that if Melissa told Linda about being teased, Linda may show the picture to other kids in the neighborhood. Oliver also remembered that he and Timmy had larger concerns at the moment. Each of the boys needed to clean themselves up.
Oliver nudged Timmy and made a motion with his head indicating that Timmy should head for the upstairs bathroom now. Timmy stopped smirking and moved towards the other end of the kitchen, Oliver followed.
“Umm I have to go to the bathroom” Timmy said to Oliver. “I’ll be back down in a minute” he added, and headed back upstairs.
“Hurry up, I have to go too” Oliver said nervously. He glanced at Melissa who was standing on a stool in the pantry reaching for a box of Captain Crunch. She didn’t seem to be suspicious of the boys. Oliver had expected Melissa to ask him why he and Timmy were in the garage this early in the morning. He suspected that she may have had an accident when they surprised her by entering the kitchen. Oliver smiled, he thought that if Melissa had wet herself this was dumb luck as her embarrassment had probably distracted her from questioning him about being in the garage.
Timmy reached the second floor hallway and quietly entered the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He listened for a moment for sounds of activity on the second floor. All was quite. Timmy carefully opened the linen closet; the strong scent of talcum from the box of Pampers hit his nose instantly.
Timmy sniffed the air and smiled, the smell sent a strange tingling sensation down his spine. He looked at the box of Pampers sitting on the floor of the closet; it was as if the diapers were calling to him, tempting him to touch them. He reached his hand into the box and rubbed it across the tops of the folded Pampers, feeling the plastic and smiling.
A bird chirped outside the window, Timmy heard this and broke out of his Pamper induced trance, he remembered why he was there and moved quickly, he didn’t want Oliver to wonder what was taking so long. Timmy opened the container of baby wipes and took out a few. He went over to the toilet, dropped his pajama bottoms and relieved himself, he then wiped his entire diaper area clean with the baby wipes, dropped them in the toilet and flushed, watching to make sure everything went down without a clog. He then pulled his pajama bottoms back up and returned to the closet. He listened again for sounds of activity beyond the bathroom door, still no noise.
Timmy reached into the box of Pampers and retrieved a single diaper which he stuffed under his shirt. He closed the linen closet door, slowly opened the bathroom door a crack and peeked into the hallway, it was empty. Timmy left the bathroom and quietly returned to Oliver’s bedroom, moving as quickly as he could without making any noise. Once safely inside the bedroom, He found his backpack, and stuffed the diaper in, burying it at the bottom of the pack beneath yesterday’s clothing. Timmy smiled as he zipped up the pack; he then turned quickly left the bedroom and headed back down to the kitchen.
Oliver stood impatiently at the door to the kitchen; he had been watching his sister clumsily prepare her bowl of Captain Crunch when Timmy returned. “What took you so long?” Oliver asked as Timmy entered the kitchen.
“Gosh, soooorry” Timmy said jokingly as Oliver walked past him and headed up to the bathroom.
Timmy looked over at Melissa; she had filled up her bowl of cereal and was getting ready to carry it downstairs to the playroom. The kids would usually eat their cereal in front of the TV while watching cartoons. Timmy wondered if Melissa would spill the bowl while waddling clumsily in her diaper. He was secretly jealous and fantasized of what it would be like to be Melissa for a day. Timmy had wished that he hadn’t had to take off his wet diaper so soon that morning, but clearly Oliver did not share his fascination. His budding diaper obsession was something Timmy knew he would need to keep to himself.
“Do you want some help?” Timmy asked Melissa as she slowly and carefully lifted the bowl off of the counter.
Melissa was surprised; this was going to be one of those moments where Timmy was very nice to her. She looked over at him for a moment, wondering if he was preparing to tease her in some way, but he seemed sincere. “Ummm Ok” she replied.
Timmy walked over to the counter and picked up the bowl of cereal. “You want to go downstairs?” he asked Melissa.
“Ummm yeah” Melissa replied with a shy smile. Timmy led the way, carefully carrying Melissa’s breakfast for her.
Melissa smiled as she followed Timmy, she forgot about her recent wetting and watched Timmy walk down the stairs. Her secret crush on Timmy was fueled by moments like this, the rare occasions when he would not tease her and do something nice. They seemed to happen only when Melissa was alone with Timmy. With Oliver around, those moments were rare.
Timmy and Melissa entered the downstairs playroom and headed for the couches in front of the TV. “Do you want to eat here?” Timmy said, motioning towards the coffee table in front of the first couch.
“Uh huh” Melissa said, nodding shyly.
Timmy placed the bowl of cereal on the table and gently slid the table close to the couch so that Melissa could sit down and eat. He then picked up the remote and turned on the TV flipping to a local channel which had cartoons. Sunday morning was not as good for cartoons as Saturday, but there was always something to watch.
“There you go” Timmy said as he motioned for Melissa to sit on the couch. He sat down on the far end.
“Thank you” Melissa said softly.
“You’re welcome” Timmy said. “By the way, I’m sorry I teased you last night”
Melissa blushed; she stopped and stood nervously near the opposite end of the couch staring at the floor.
Timmy saw that he had embarrassed Melissa and quickly tried to put her at ease. “Really, I’m sorry, it’s ok. I’ll try to be nicer to you from now on and I’ll never tell anyone about your accident last night” He said.
Melissa looked up at him nervously. “You mean it?” she asked.
“Cross my heart” Timmy said, making an x over his heart with one hand.
Melissa smiled at him and sat down on couch in front of her food. She felt the warm wet diaper squish against her skin as she sat down, this caused her to blush again; she avoided eye contact with Timmy and began to eat.
Timmy heard the crinkle of Melissa’s diaper as she sat on the couch; he smiled to himself and imagined again what it would be like to be her for a day. Shortly afterwards Oliver entered the room carrying his own bowl of cereal.
“Hey where’s mine?” Timmy asked.
“Get it yourself lazy butt” Oliver responded. Timmy got up off the couch and headed up to the kitchen. He thought of the diaper in his back pack, he couldn’t wait to get home with his prize.
Down the street Linda still lay in bed in her wet diaper. Her parents were at church and she had plenty of time to herself. She rolled softly from side to side listening to her diaper crinkle and feeling the warm, wet, thick padding press against her skin. She was holding the Polaroid of Oliver and Timmy and smiling. She looked at Timmy and giggled, she knew that he had to have been excited to be in the diaper and wondered if Timmy even knew what it was that he had felt.
To Be Continued…


Potty Problems Chapters 12 - 13
Potty Problems: Chapter Twelve
“Good morning gang” Mrs. Winters said as she entered the downstairs playroom. She found Oliver, Melissa, and Timmy watching cartoons and eating Captain Crunch in front of the TV.
“Mmm Morning Mom” Oliver said through bites of cereal.
“Good morning” Timmy and Melissa both said.
“Melissa sweetie, come upstairs when you’re finished with your cereal honey…” Mrs. Winters said.
“Ok mommy” Melissa replied shyly.
Everyone in the room knew why Mrs. Winters wanted Melissa upstairs; it was time to get out of last night’s now soaked Pamper. Oliver smirked and nudged Timmy from the end of the other couch.
Timmy looked at his friend, he knew that Oliver was about to make a diaper comment and Tease Melissa, probably something along the lines of “Time to change your diapee baby girl”. Timmy looked Oliver in the eyes and shook his head indicating that his friend should stay quiet.
Oliver looked at Timmy with a confused look. Timmy shook his head again and whispered “Not today”. Oliver stared at Timmy for a moment. Timmy rolled his eyes and whispered “Remember…the Polaroid?” Oliver looked over at Melissa who was finishing the last bit of milk in her cereal bowl, he thought for a moment of the picture Linda had taken last night and decided that Timmy was right, there would be no teasing of Melissa for the time being.
Melissa put down her empty cereal bowl and got off the couch, she pamped over to the stairway and headed upstairs as her mother had asked. Timmy watched, staring at the noticeable diaper bulge in the seat of her pajama bottoms as she walked away. Timmy smiled and once again imagined that he was Melissa, and that he would soon be lying on his back while Mrs. Winters unfastened the wet diaper to clean him. The embarrassing enlargement below his waist began to wake up. Timmy quickly shifted his weight on the couch to hide his front side from obvious view and turned his attention back to the TV. After a few moments, the enlargement went back to sleep.
Melissa glanced over her shoulder as she reached the steps of the stairs, she noticed Timmy staring at her bottom and smiling, but suddenly he flinched and turned towards the TV. Melissa felt embarrassed at first, but then felt a funny warm feeling in her tummy. Timmy seemed to be noticing her more this morning, and he was being very nice. Melissa loved when Timmy was nice to her. She climbed the stairs crinkling with every step.
“There you are” Mrs. Winters said as Melissa reached the top of the stairs and entered the kitchen. She bent down and scooped up her daughter, giving her a kiss on the forehead. Melissa giggled and put her arms around her mother’s neck.
“How did you sleep sweetie?” Mrs. Winters asked. She placed a hand on Melissa’s bottom and gave a gentle pat. Mrs. Winters could tell by the heavy thick feel of the diaper beneath her daughter’s pjs that the girl was wet.
“Good” Melissa replied. After a pause she blushed and spoke again “I wet my diaper” she whispered with a tone of embarrassment.
Mrs. Winters smiled, “its ok sweetie, it’s better to wet the diaper than it is to wet your bed” she whispered back to Melissa, giving her a hug. “Let’s go get you cleaned up” she said, and carried her daughter upstairs.
Melissa didn’t tell her mother that she had wet her diaper again that morning after being surprised by Oliver and Timmy in the kitchen. She rested her head on her mother’s shoulder as she was carried upstairs. Melissa now wondered why Oliver and Timmy had been in the garage. “What were they doing in there so early in the morning?” she thought to herself.
They entered the upstairs bathroom; Mrs. Winters set Melissa down on the floor and closed the door. “Ok sweetie, let’s get those jammies off” she said, helping Melissa pull down her pajama bottoms and step out of the leg openings.
Melissa’s diaper sagged around her bottom and had a yellow tinge to it. “Wow, you sure soaked this one” Mrs. Winters said as she lay Melissa down on the floor. Melissa blushed.
“I’m sorry mommy” Melissa said, she blushed deeper. She thought about how nice Timmy had been to her this morning. Melissa felt butterflies in her tummy when she thought about Timmy this way, and she wished he would be nice to her all the time. She closed her eyes and imagined that Timmy and she were on fantasy Island together, without Oliver there to tease her and egg Timmy on to do the same.
Melissa had seen the smile on Timmy’s face as she caught him staring at her bottom while walking out of the playroom. She thought about all of the times that she had been alone with Timmy and how nice he had been. All of those times were either on weekend mornings or evenings during sleepovers, and Melissa had always had her diaper on during those moments. “Could Timmy like me more when I have my diaper on?” she wondered? “Maybe he feels sorry for me?” She thought. “Maybe he is nice to me because he really feels bad about teasing me?” All of these thoughts were racing through her head, Melissa wanted Timmy to like her, and she wanted him to be nice to her and to stop teasing her more than anything. Timmy had promised her that he would try harder to not to tease her anymore. A thought crossed Melissa’s mind as she lay on the floor waiting for her mother to remove her wet diaper. “Maybe if I wear a diaper this morning he won’t tease me, he promised, and maybe he’ll tell Oliver to stop teasing me too?” She thought.
“Oh Sweetie, it looks like you leaked, your pj bottoms are a bit damp honey” Mrs. Winters said as she placed the wet pants in the laundry hamper.
“I’m sorry Mommy” Melissa said again.
"It’s ok Lissa, I know you’re trying sweetie. Her mother replied.
“Mommy do I haffta take a bath now?” Melissa asked shyly. She was anxious to get back downstairs to spend more time near Timmy before he went home today.
“Well honey we have to get you cleaned up, you’re diaper was very wet and I don’t want you to get a rash” Mrs. Winters answered.
“But Mommy can I just wear another diaper this morning and go watch TV now?” Melissa asked.
Mrs. Winters thought about this, on several occasions in the past she had allowed Melissa to be changed into a fresh diaper in the morning. Many times Melissa had even asked to wear diapers in the morning and while this had often been convenient for her if the girl’s clothes were in the laundry, Mrs. Winters didn’t want to encourage Melissa to become reliant on diapers.
Mrs. Winters didn’t feel that she was doing any harm in accommodating her daughter’s requests. However, at the same time, she didn’t want to waste diapers and hoped to discourage Melissa from wanting to wear them too often. Mrs. Winters remembered reading books on potty training from back when Oliver and Melissa were first being trained. One book suggested that allowing the children to remain in a wet or messy diaper for a short period after they had asked to be changed would help to encourage the children to want to use the potty.
The idea was that the child would be uncomfortable in the wet or messy diaper, and upon realizing that he or she may have to wait until a parent was available to change them, may make the child want to be out of diapers faster. With this in mind, Mrs. Winters had set the rule that she would allow Melissa to wear a diaper when the girl asked to, however if the diaper goes on, it does not come off until it has been used. Mrs. Winters hoped that the inconvenience and embarrassment of a wet or messy diaper may eventually put an end to such requests from Melissa.
"Sweetie are you sure you want to wear another diaper this morning, you know the rule? Mrs. Winters asked.
Typically with Timmy around Melissa would not have asked to wear another diaper, but Timmy had been nice to her this morning and sworn not to tease her again, Melissa wanted to know if he was being “for real”. While she always felt just a bit embarrassed when wearing diapers around Timmy, perhaps this morning she would be able to see if he was really going to try not to tease her.
“Yes mommy, I know; if I wear it, no potty, only the diaper” She answered shyly.
“Are you sure you want to wear one?” Mrs. Winters asked again.
“Yes” Melissa said.
“Ok then” Mrs. Winters said as she reached into the closet to retrieve the changing supplies.
A few moments later Melissa had been wiped clean with baby wipes, sprinkled with baby powder and securely fastened into a fresh crinkling Pamper.
Mrs. Winters smiled, at her work. She was conflicted, while she wanted her daughter’s potty problems to come to an eventual end, she did love the quality time she could spend with Melissa during changing’s.
“Ok sweetie, go downstairs and watch TV, daddy and I will be down to have our breakfast shortly…do you want some more breakfast or was cereal enough?” Mrs. Winters asked.
“Can I have Pancakes?” Melissa asked.
“Oh I’m sure your father won’t mind making you Pancakes” Mrs. Winters smiled.
Melissa stood up; all she had on was a diaper and her pajama tops. “Mommy what about my pants” she asked.
Mrs. Winters smiled; a new thought crossed her mind, perhaps it would help to discourage Melissa from wanting to wear the diapers if she had to wear one in plain view. She didn’t necessarily want to embarrass her daughter, but she did want to see how far Melissa was willing to take her desire to wear a morning diaper.
“Well sweetie, most of your clothes are in the wash this morning.” Mrs. Winters answered. “You’ll just have to wear what you’ve got on until the dryer is done” she added, wondering to herself how Melissa would react to the idea of wearing only a diaper and pajama top around her Brother and Timmy.
Melissa didn’t say anything for a moment; she just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. After a few more seconds, she left the bathroom with a pouting look on her face, retrieved a Barbie doll from her bedroom and slowly walked downstairs making her way back to the playroom. She wondered how Timmy would react to seeing her diapered bottom in plain view.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Thirteen
Linda removed her wet diaper, wrapped it up and stuffed it into a plastic bag. She would later burry it in the outside trashcan before her parents returned from church. She put on her bathrobe and walked down the hall to the bathroom to shower, just as she reached the door the phone rang. Linda stopped, turned and walked back to her room to pick up the phone just in time.
“Hello” Linda said into the receiver.
“Linda?” a female voice from the other end asked.
“Yes this is she” Linda said.
“Hi Linda its Lindsey Johnson” the female voice replied.
“Oh hi Mrs. Johnson, how is everything?” Linda said.
“Good thanks. Linda, I’m calling because I was wondering if you are available to sit for Timmy on Thursday night, I know it’s a week night but Mr. Johnson and I have to attend a function for Mr. Johnson’s company and we won’t be home until about 11pm that evening…I hope that’s not too late for you?” Mrs. Johnson asked.
“It’s not a problem Mrs. Johnson” Linda said. “My parents won’t mind as long as I’m babysitting.” Linda said.
“Oh thank you so much Linda, you’re a doll” Mrs. Johnson replied. “See you Thursday around seven thirty?” she asked.
“Seven thirty is fine” Linda said. “I’ll see you then” she said.
“Thanks again Linda, see you Thursday” Mrs. Johnson said, and hung up.
Linda hung up the phone with a smile on her face, she thought about the picture of Oliver and Timmy wearing diapers and how excited Timmy had become. She thought that perhaps this would be another opportunity to have some fun with Timmy. After a moment of thought Linda went back to the bathroom to shower.
Meanwhile back at the Winters house, Melissa had reached the stairway leading to the playroom, she stopped halfway down the stairs and sat on the middle step nervously brushing her Barbie doll’s hair. Melissa was having second thoughts about walking into the playroom in nothing but a diaper and her pajama tops. She wondered how the boys would react. Oliver had seen her in diapers several times; Timmy knew all about her diapers but had only ever seen her in her pajamas with a diaper underneath. Would Timmy really not tease her like he promised? She wondered.
Melissa got her answer within seconds of completing her thought. Timmy had rounded the corner at the base of the steps and was climbing the stairs toward the Kitchen. He stopped as soon as he saw Melissa and smiled.
Timmy couldn’t believe it, there was Melissa on the stairs playing with a Barbie doll wearing a Pamper in plain view. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it, and his thoughts once again turned back to imagining that he was the one in diapers, sitting around with a thick soft crinkly pamper around his bottom. Timmy looked up at Melissa; he knew he had to control himself and the strange excitement he had been feeling recently. He had also promised not to tease Melissa anymore; Timmy knew he needed to be nice to her.
“Hi Lissa” he said smiling, trying not to look at her diaper.
Melissa looked up nervously, shifting her weight and pulling her pajama top down a bit in an attempt to cover as much of the Pamper as she could. “Hi” she said shyly.
“Whattchya doing?” Timmy asked.
“Just playing wiff Barbie” Melissa said nervously.
“Oh, that’s cool” Timmy said. “I was just going upstairs to get some orange juice” He added.
“Oh” Melissa said, continuing to brush her Barbie doll’s hair nervously.
“Do you want some too?” Timmy asked. “I’ll get it for you” he added.
Melissa couldn’t believe it, Timmy wasn’t smirking or teasing her, and seemed to not even care that she was wearing a diaper openly. He was also offering to get her some orange juice.
“Really?” Melissa asked shyly.
“Of course” Timmy said.
“Umm yeah, ok I’ll have some” Melissa asked, she smiled shyly and looked down at the ground.
“Ok, come on up to the kitchen with me” Timmy said.
Melissa smiled; she got up off of the step, turned and climbed the stairs to the kitchen. Timmy was right behind her as she climbed, he could hear her Pamper crinkling with every step.
Timmy was jealous of Melissa, he wished he could be her, wearing a diaper and pajama tops all morning long. He missed the comfort of the Pamper he had woken up in and couldn’t wait to get home to explore his fascination with diapers even further.
When Timmy and Melissa entered the kitchen, it was empty; Mr. and Mrs. Johnson hadn’t come downstairs yet. Melissa was so happy; Timmy was being so nice to her. Again she imagined that just Timmy and she were playing at the beach and Oliver was not around to ruin the fun. She watched while Timmy poured a glass of orange juice for her. She smiled from ear to ear as he handed her the glass.
“There you go” Timmy said with a smile as he handed Melissa her orange juice.
“Thank you Timmy” she said blushing.
Timmy could see that he had made her happy and was glad. He knew that he needed to keep up his agreement to not tease Melissa. He also thought that if he were nicer to her, he would have more opportunities to see her in diapers. Melissa was cute; Timmy didn’t know why he thought so but he did. He was starting to realize that she was a girl who he would know for years to come. If he wanted to continue to explore his interest in diapers, Timmy would need access to them. He hoped that Melissa would not soon outgrow her potty problems and bedwetting. Timmy decided that he should try to stay on Melissa’s good side and spend as much time with his friend Oliver as possible…hopefully there would be many more sleepovers to come.
Melissa was only two and a half years younger than Timmy. Someday when they were older that age difference wouldn’t be so noticeable, however this was a thought that would not occur to either Timmy or Melissa for several more years.
Melissa and Timmy carried their glasses of juice down to the playroom where Oliver was watching cartoons. Oliver looked up as they entered the room; he stared at Melissa for a moment, surprised to see that she was in just a diaper and pajama top. Oliver smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped himself as he saw Timmy giving him a stern look and shaking his head to indicate that his friend should be silent. Once again Oliver remembered the Polaroid that Linda had snapped the night before and closed his mouth. He got off the couch and went upstairs to get some juice for himself.
As Oliver left the room, Melissa and Timmy sat at opposite ends of the large couch. “Thanks for getting me the juice” Melissa said shyly.
“You’re welcome” Timmy said.
Melissa was thrilled, she still couldn’t believe Timmy was being so nice, and he hadn’t said a word about her diaper. Unfortunately, Melissa’s happiness was soon replaced with nervousness and fear as she felt an urge from her behind. Melissa suddenly remembered that she hadn’t been to the bathroom yet to make a morning poo poo. She remembered her mother’s rules about wearing diapers… “If you wear it, it stays on until you use it” the words rang in her ears.
Melissa began to fidget, she wondered if she would be able to hold it until after Timmy went home.
To Be Continued…


Potty Problems Chapters 14 - 16
Potty Problems: Chapter Fourteen
Melissa was getting desperate, the pressure from her bowels had increased intensely and she now needed to pee as well. The morning had slowly dragged on and Timmy was still sitting on the opposite end of the couch watching cartoons. Oliver sat on the adjacent love seat also watching TV. Melissa didn’t want to have another accident while Timmy was here. She had already had two in his presence over the past day.
Timmy had been so nice to Melissa this morning and she didn’t want to embarrass herself a third time in front of him. While she believed that Timmy was being nice to her because he felt sorry for teasing her about wearing diapers and her potty problems, Melissa wanted Timmy to like her. She didn’t want him to think she had no control at all.
Melissa knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, she decided to leave the room to avoid embarrassing herself one more time. She got off of the couch and nervously pamped towards the stairway, her diapered bottom fully exposed to the boys as she walked.
Timmy smiled as he saw Melissa get up and heard her diaper crinkle. He quickly turned his attention back to the TV to avoid being caught staring. Oliver noticed Melissa leaving and asked her where she was going.
“Whatchya doing Lis?” Oliver said.
“I…I’m going to go upstairs and play in my room with my dolls” she said nervously.
“Ok…see ya later poopy diaper baby” Oliver said with a smirk and giggle.
Timmy was shocked; Oliver had broken down and tossed out a teasing remark to Melissa.
Timmy didn’t know what to do, part of him wanted to giggle, but he knew he had to live up to the promise he had made Melissa.
“Oliver, that’s not nice!” Timmy said sternly. Unfortunately he was unable to control the smile which was growing on his face.
“Oh come on Timmy, I know you think it’s funny” Oliver answered.
Timmy tried hard to hide his smile, but Melissa saw it. She was crushed, why was Timmy doing this? She wondered, he had been so nice to her all morning, he had promised not to tease her, but now it was obvious that he was amused by Oliver’s mean remark. Melissa felt the urge to cry, she quickly ran upstairs.
“Melissa, wait!” Timmy shouted “he didn’t mean it!” he added. But it was too late, Melissa was gone.
“Why’d you do that?!” Timmy said turning to Oliver.
“Why not?” Oliver said, “why do you care, you think it’s funny too?” he asked.
“She’s going to tell Linda about us teasing her and then the whole world will see that picture!” Timmy said angrily.
“She’s not going to tell” Oliver said.
“What if she does?” Timmy responded, “What do we do then?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I couldn’t help it, she looked too funny in her diaper, I had to tease her about it” Oliver answered.
“You’re mean to her” Timmy replied.
“Mean?” Oliver said. “Tim you joke about her accidents and diapers just as much as I do” he snapped.
“Yeah but…” Timmy stammered.
“Yeah but nothing…you know what I think?” Oliver asked. “I think you like Melissa” he said with a smile.
“No!” Timmy said abruptly.
“Yes you do!” Oliver said giggling. “Timmy and Melissa sitting in a tree K I S S I N G!” Oliver began to sing.
“Shut up!” Timmy yelled, throwing a couch pillow at Oliver.
Oliver jumped off of the couch dodging the pillow and continued to sing and dance around the playroom teasing Timmy. “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Timmy in the baby carriage!” he sang.
“Knock it off!” Timmy shouted, tossing another pillow.
Oliver ducked and continued his taunt. “Sucking his thumb, wetting his pants…doing the hoola hoola dance!” he sang in between laughs. “But you won’t be wetting your pants…you’ll be wetting your Pampers!” Oliver said with a smile. “You’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Diaper bottom!” he said, falling backwards and laughing hysterically.
“Shut up jerk!” Timmy said, he jumped on Oliver and they began to wrestle. After a few moments, Timmy got the best of Oliver and his friend surrendered.
“Ouch…ok, I give I give!” Oliver yelled.
“Say you’re sorry!” Timmy demanded before releasing his hold on Oliver.
“Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Oliver said.
Timmy released his friend and both boys returned to the couch. Timmy didn’t say anything for a few moments.
Oliver could tell his friend was serious, he decided that perhaps Timmy was right; teasing Melissa while Linda had the Polaroid was probably a bad idea. Timmy was Oliver’s best friend and he didn’t want to be in a fight with him at a time when they had to stick together. “I’m sorry” Oliver said again. “You’re right, I shouldn’t tease Lis while Linda still has that picture” he added.
Timmy looked over at his friend. “We have to be nice to her” he said with a serious tone.
“Ok, you’re right” Oliver said. They both turned their attention back to the TV.
Upstairs Melissa had reached her bedroom and closed the door; she jumped onto her bed and continued to cry. Through her emotion, she lost control, her bladder gave way and emptied into her diaper…shortly afterwards her bowels did the same. Melissa felt the warm solid mass expanding around her bottom and pressing back against her skin. She continued to cry until her mother came in to find out what was wrong.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems Chapter Fifteen
“Melissa sweetie, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Winters asked as she approached the side of her daughter’s bed.
Melissa lay on her stomach crying. She was dressed only in a Pamper and her pajama tops. Her mother noticed the slight bulge in the seat of Melissa’s diaper and a moment later her nose caught the smell of poopy diaper.
“Oh sweetie, do you have a dirty diaper?” she asked.
Melissa didn’t answer; she lay on her bed and continued to cry.
Mrs. Winters remembered the article she had read about potty training, and how to discourage children from wanting to wear diapers. She remembered that the article advised parents to allow children to wear a wet or dirty diaper for a short period after the accident. This would hopefully make the child realize that if he or she needed to wait to have the diaper changed, perhaps they would want to use the potty rather than wear a diaper.
Earlier that morning, Melissa had wanted to be changed into a clean diaper rather than take a bath and wear big girl panties. Mrs. Winters had often allowed Melissa to wear diapers when her daughter had asked to, but she was trying to discourage this behavior.
“Sweetie, please don’t cry, accidents happen, and you know the rules, if you want to wear a diaper in the morning it stays on until you use it, crying about your accident isn’t going to make it better” Mrs. Winters said.
“I….Oliver made fun of me!” Melissa said through her tears. She didn’t mention the real reason for crying, which was the fact that Timmy had smiled at Oliver’s remark. Melissa really thought that Timmy was going to be nice and not make fun of her anymore. Now she didn’t know what to think.
“Oh Melissa, I’m sorry the boy’s tease you, but you know I can’t stop them every time…I’ll have a talk with Oliver about this again.” Mrs. Winters said.
Melissa looked up; her mother wiped the tears from her cheeks and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Mommy will I always wet the bed?” Melissa asked, her sobbing had stopped but she was still distraught.
“Oh sweetie, no” Her mother said, giving her a hug. “You’ll grow out of it soon I’m sure” She added, consoling her daughter, but not sounding terribly convinced of her response.
“Sweetie, did Oliver tease you about your diaper?” Mrs. Winters asked.
“Yes” Melissa answered.
“Well sweetie, you know you didn’t have to wear another diaper this morning” Mrs. Winters said, hoping to make her daughter see that asking to wear a diaper when she didn’t need one was the cause of the teasing. Perhaps if Melissa realized this maybe she wouldn’t ask to wear diapers out of convenience again.
Melissa held her mother and didn’t say anything; she knew her mother was right. She had thought that Timmy paid more attention to her when she wore a diaper and had wanted to see if he would live up to his promise to stop teasing her. She thought about the smile on Timmy’s face after Oliver’s remark. It had only been there for a second, and he hadn’t laughed. “Maybe Timmy was really trying to be nice but he just couldn’t help it?” Melissa thought to herself.
Mrs. Winters decided that rather than letting Melissa sit in a messy diaper for a while, that changing her now was the best idea. She could see that her daughter was upset at being teased about her diapers, that alone was probably enough to make Melissa not want to wear diapers by choice. Only time would tell. She pulled Melissa onto her lap and gave her another hug, gently patting the girl’s bottom with one hand.
“Oh sweetie you’re wet too…let’s go get you changed” Mrs. Winters said. She stood up and carried Melissa into the bathroom. “So…do you want to wear big girl panties after your bath or another diaper?” She whispered to Melissa as the approached the bathroom.
“Big girl panties” Melissa said after a moment.
Mrs. Winters smiled and kissed Melissa on the forehead.
To Be Continued.
Potty Problems: Chapter Sixteen
Timmy Johnson sat in his bedroom staring at his backpack; the Pamper he had stolen from Melissa’s supply was still in there. All week long Timmy had wanted to try on the diaper but family circumstances had constantly been interfering. The nights that he had planned on wearing it, he had always fallen asleep before his parents were in bed.
Timmy had been too scared of getting caught by his parents while wearing the diaper to risk putting it on…even after bedtime. His worst fear was that he would put the diaper on and fall asleep…and be caught by his mother when she came in to wake him up in the morning. “Maybe tonight”, he said quietly to himself. Linda was coming over to baby-sit. His parents wouldn’t be home until well after his bedtime, and Linda would be downstairs watching TV. “Maybe tonight” he said again, and then headed downstairs to the TV room.
Linda smiled as she rang the doorbell at the Johnson’s house. It was a Thursday evening and she would be babysitting for Timmy for the next 4 hours. Linda smiled because she knew that this would be an easy Job. She had babysat for Timmy before and he had always been very well behaved when he was by himself. Linda would be able to get her homework done while Timmy watched TV; she would then eat dinner with Timmy and watch some TV herself.
While Linda knew there were no diapers in the Johnson household, she felt free to tease Timmy about diapers if he gave her any trouble this evening. She had the Polaroid of Oliver and an obviously excited Timmy, each wearing a diaper, safely hidden away at home. Linda would not hesitate to blackmail Timmy and Oliver with this picture if either of the boys refused to obey her while babysitting.
The front door opened, Mr. Johnson stood at the door and welcomed Linda inside. “Hi Linda, thanks for coming over, we really appreciate it” he said.
“It’s no trouble Mr. Johnson” Linda replied.
“Timmy is in the TV room, Mrs. Johnson is upstairs getting ready…I’ve left you money on the kitchen counter if you and Timmy want to order Pizza, or Chinese food for dinner” Mr. Johnson explained.
“Oh thanks….I’ll let Timmy decide later” Linda said, making her way towards the TV room.
“Timmy….Linda is here….I hope you’ve finished your homework before turning on that TV!” Mr. Johnson shouted.
“Its finished dad!” Came a reply from the TV room.
“Good Boy” Mr. Johnson replied.
Linda giggled and continued into the TV room where she found Timmy on the couch staring at the TV which was currently displaying commercials.
“Hi Timmy, watchya watching?” Linda asked as she entered the room.
“Hi” Timmy replied. “Magnam P.I is about to start” he said.
“Your parents let you watch Magnam?” Linda asked…she knew the answer was yes, but she thought she would rattle Timmy a bit by asking.
“YES!” Timmy said loudly.
“Ok, ok…calm down silly, I’m just teasing” Linda said. Just then the commercial switched to an advertisement for Pampers Ultras. The room went silent as both Linda and Timmy focused their attention on the commercial.
“Pampers Ultra will keep your baby happy….even overnight” the voiceover said.
Linda looked at Timmy; she saw that the commercial had captured his full attention. She stared at him and smiled a malicious grin.
Timmy realized he was staring at the diaper commercial and quickly broke off his attention, turning to glance at Linda who was staring right at him with a big grin. Timmy blushed and hung his head.
“See something you like?” Linda asked with a giggle.
“Whaaa? Huh? No…I was….I thought the show as about to start…and I….” Timmy stammered; he had no answer for her.
“It’s ok Timmy…I won’t tell anyone you like diapers” Linda said with a giggle.
“I don’t like diapers!” Timmy responded with a surprised shout. After realizing how loud he had said that, he quickly turned towards the door to see if anyone other than Linda was in ear shot.
Linda giggled again. “Of course you don’t silly…I’m just teasing you” she said. “…But I sure do have a cute picture of you wearing one” she replied.
Timmy looked at her with a shocked look on his face. “shhhhhh….please don’t say anything about that picture to anyone, I promised I’d be good!” he whispered.
“Oh don’t worry silly…as long as you’re a good boy, you’ll never have to worry about it” Linda said with a smile. “Now, watch TV quietly while I get my homework done, then we can order Pizza or Chinese food…whichever you want” She said.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson came in to say good bye and headed out for the evening. Linda finished her homework while Timmy watched Magnam P.I. When she finished, Timmy told her that he wanted Pizza. This was fine with Linda as she really wasn’t in the mood for Chinese. Linda ordered the Pizza and joined Timmy on the couch to watch TV. At nine O’clock Linda sent Timmy upstairs to get ready for bed. It was a school night and Timmy’s bed time was nine thirty.
Timmy went upstairs to his room to change into his pajamas. After he had changed he looked at his back pack. He thought about the Pampers commercial he had seen earlier, and how happy the baby looked while being changed by his mother. Timmy imagined that he was the baby, smiling up while a beautiful woman tickled his tummy and smiled back at him…pulling the diaper up between his legs and fastening it securely around his waist.
Timmy picked up his backpack and peeked inside at the diaper. He continued to fantasize about the diaper commercial…and the embarrassing enlargement began to wake up.
“Timmy?” Linda said…opening the door to his bedroom and walking in. “What’s taking you so long?” she asked. Timmy had his back to her; he turned quickly out of surprise, his backpack held in front of him and a small tent in the front of his pjs.
Linda saw this and giggled, she put her hand to her mouth to stop her laughter and quickly regained her composure so as not to completely embarrass Timmy.
“What’s in the pack?” Linda asked.
Timmy held it close and turned away from her. “Ummm….nothing…I was….I just…I… was cleaning my room” he said nervously, hoping Linda wouldn’t ask again.
“Come on…you’re hiding something I can tell” Linda said smiling. “Show me what’s in the bag Timmy” She said sternly.
“No…please…” Timmy said.
“Come on Tim, show me what you’re hiding or I’ll show everyone the picture” she smiled.
Timmy didn’t say anything, he was terrified, there was no way out. Linda would know his secret and probably tell the world…he would be laughed at and teased at school. Tears began to form at the edges of Timmy’s eyes as he continued to beg.
“Please Linda, it’s a secret…I’ll be good…please just let me put my bag away” he begged.
Linda could see that Timmy was upset, but her curiosity was piqued, she had to know what Timmy was hiding. She decided to take a different approach.
“Oh sweetie, you can tell me” Linda said softly. “I promise, whatever it is you’re hiding will be our little secret…but if you don’t show me…then our other little secret won’t be so secret” She said with a smile.
Timmy fought back his tears. “You….you promise you won’t tell anyone?” Timmy stammered.
“I promise” Linda said.
Timmy knew he was trapped, either way Linda had something on him. He slowly held out the back pack for Linda.
Linda took the backpack from Timmy and looked inside. Her eyes went wide as she saw the diaper. She looked up at Timmy and smiled, taking the diaper out of the backpack and waving it slowly in the air.
“Now….what could you be doing with this?” She asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“I…Ummm….it….I….” Timmy couldn’t speak, he had nothing to say.
Linda held the diaper and put the backpack down. She slowly walked over to Timmy and got down on her knees next to the boy. “shhhhhhh….it’s ok” she said. Then she hugged him. Timmy felt his body go limp and fall into Linda’s embrace. His embarrassing enlargement would not go away.
Linda felt the front of Timmy’s pjs brush up against her. She giggled, quickly broke off her embrace and smiled at him. “Timmy, I know you liked wearing the diaper last weekend…I won’t tell anyone about it…This will be our little secret” she said.
“You….you promise?” Timmy asked shyly.
“I promise” Linda said, making an x across her heart with her finger.
Timmy blushed, he couldn’t believe this. Linda now knew about his diaper interest and had sworn to keep it a secret for him.
“Do you want me to put it on you?” Linda asked.
Timmy was frozen to his spot. A rush of emotions was flooding his head, embarrassment, desire, nervousness, happiness, and an assortment of other feelings that he didn’t understand. This was all happening so fast; it felt like a dream to him.
After what seemed like an eternity, Timmy came out of his trance and found his voice again.
“Yes” he said.
To Be Continued…


Potty Problems Chapters 17 - 24
Potty Problems: Chapter Seventeen
Linda gave Timmy another hug and gently coaxed him onto the floor. Timmy was shaking like a leaf, his mind was racing. Linda was about to see him naked, and put a diaper on him. His embarrassing enlargement was wide awake Timmy wondered what Linda would say about this.
Linda saw that Timmy was shaking; she smiled at him and gently rubbed his stomach. “Shhhhh…it’s going to be fine baby” she said. Timmy blushed. Linda gently grasped the waistband of Timmy’s pajama bottoms and slid them down; Timmy instinctively lifted his bottom so that she could bring them down his legs and off. She smiled at Timmy’s arousal, Timmy blushed a deep red.
Linda took the Pamper and opened the bottom half, she gently rubbed Timmy’s thigh indicating that he should lift his bottom again. As he did so, Linda slid the bottom half of the diaper under him, Timmy lowered his bottom down onto the diaper and spread his legs. Lind opened the front half, pulled it up between Timmy’s legs and smiled as she placed it over his arousal.
Timmy squirmed with excitement as he felt the soft lining of the diaper come into contact with his privates. This was a new feeling; it sent a tingle down his spine and gave him an urge to touch the front of his diaper. He slowly reached towards his groin but Linda brushed his hand away as she closed the tapes and smiled.
Linda then bent over and gave Timmy a kiss on the forehead and a gentle pat on the front of his diaper, giggling as he squirmed again. She new what he was experiencing, but knew well enough to let Timmy figure it out on his own. She stood him up and helped him step into his pajama bottoms, which she then pulled up over the diaper.
“There you go baby…all better?” Linda asked.
Timmy stood before her blushing; he didn’t know what to say.
Linda smiled and gave him another hug. “It’s ok Timmy…this will be our little secret…just you and me. I won’t tell anyone you like diapers” she whispered in his ear.
Timmy smiled at her, and blushed again. “They feel good” he said nervously. “I don’t know why I like them, they just feel good and I like the way they smell too” He said.
Linda nodded. “Its ok baby…there’s nothing wrong with it” she said. “But it’s best to keep it a secret” she added. “Other people will think you’re crazy” she said.
Timmy looked at her and nodded. “Do you think I’m crazy?” he asked.
“Of course not sweetie” Linda answered.
“Do you like diapers too?” Timmy asked.
Linda was surprised by the question, she blushed. “Well I like putting you in them” she said with a smile as she grabbed him and began to tickle him. She had no intention of telling Timmy about her own diaper interests. Doing so would lead to an uncomfortable discussion about feelings that Linda certainly did not want to discuss with Timmy. Linda smiled as Timmy squirmed and giggled, trying desperately to outmaneuver her tickle attack. His diaper crinkled loudly as he moved.
After a few moments Linda broke off her attack. “Ok baby…it’s twenty after nine on a school night, you can’t stay in that diaper all night unless you want your parents to catch you” Linda said.
Timmy blushed again. “I don’t want to take it off yet” he said.
“It’s ok baby, you can wear it for another half hour, I’ll let you stay up until ten fifteen” Linda said.
Timmy smiled. “Yay!” he shouted.
Linda and Timmy went back downstairs to the TV room. Linda giggled as Timmy’s diaper crinkled; she thought he looked adorable with the diaper bulge beneath his pj’s and the top edge of the Pamper sticking out at the waist band. They sat on the couch, Simon and Simon was halfway over. After a while Linda coaxed Timmy to sit closer to her, to her surprise he snuggled up next to her and let her put an arm around him.
Timmy felt happy and free, as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He felt safe with Linda, she seemed to understand him. When Linda patted the seat cushion beside her and smiled at him, Timmy moved beside her and snuggled himself into her side. He smiled as she put her arm around him.
“Timmy, do you want to play baby again the next time I sit for you?” Linda asked.
Timmy looked up at her and giggled. “Can we?” he asked.
“Of course we can…remember baby, it’s our secret.” Linda said.
Timmy blushed again.
“Linda?” Timmy asked.
“Yes baby” she replied.
“How come my…ummm you know my….ummm…well…it gets bigger when I think about diapers and wear them” Timmy asked blushing nervously and pointing at his crotch.
Linda wanted to avoid this conversation, although she had a feeling Timmy would eventually ask.
“Well kiddo….there’s nothing wrong with it…I promise you that” Linda answered. “But you’ll learn all about that in health education in a few years…for now I think it’s best if you keep those questions to yourself and don’t ask me about it” she added.
Timmy frowned, he really wanted answers…but his attention quickly turned to another sensation, he had to pee. Simon and Simon had ended and Knots Landing had begun. It was ten o’clock and Timmy would have to take his diaper off soon and go to bed, he didn’t want to but knew he had no choice. He began to fidget nervously.
Linda felt Timmy fidgeting beside her. “What’s the matter baby?” she said with a smile.
“umm….I gotta…I have to….I gotta pee” Timmy said with an embarrassed smile.
Linda giggled. “It’s ok baby…go tinkle in your diapee” she said with an enormous smile. “You’ll have to take it off soon anyway…you don’t want to waste it do you?” she asked.
Timmy blushed yet again. “No” he giggled. Timmy broke away from his snuggle with Linda and got off the couch. He ran down the hall to the bathroom out of instinct.
“Where are you going?” Linda shouted after him. She got up and followed him.
Timmy ran into the downstairs bathroom, he closed and locked the door behind him.
“Timmy no!” Linda shouted as she reached the bathroom door. She knocked on the door and shouted again. “Timmy baby, it’s ok to wet your diaper, that’s what it’s for…you can do it!” she said.
On the other side of the door Timmy stood in front of the toilet, he pulled down his pajama bottoms and looked at himself in the mirror. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity.
“Timmy?” Linda said through the door. “Is everything ok?” she asked.
Timmy heard Linda, but was busy concentrating, trying to relax. His seven and a half years of toilet use didn’t want to let go so easily. Last weekend when he had wet the diaper at Oliver’s house, he had waited until he could not hold it anymore. This time he had to go…but not urgently, Timmy was trying to purposely wet the diaper.
“Shhh….I’m ok” Timmy said… “just be quiet for a minute….please” he replied to Linda.
Linda stepped back from the door with a worried look on her face and waited.
Timmy relaxed, he stared into the toilet bowl and tried to imagine that he was going to the bathroom as he normally would…after about three minutes…the pressure finally built up…Timmy relaxed and released his bladder. He smiled as he felt the warm flow fill his diaper. He stood with his eyes closed and a grin on his face enjoying the sensation until the flow subsided. He opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror; the front of his diaper now had a yellowish tinge to it. Timmy smiled and pulled up his pajama bottoms.
After a several minutes the bathroom door opened and a blushing Timmy emerged. Linda believed that Timmy had taken off his diaper and peed into the toilet…but to her surprise, the top edge of his Pamper still stuck out around his waist.
“Did you?” Linda asked.
“Uh huh” Timmy said with a giggle.
“Aaawwwww good baby!” Linda said with a smile. She walked over and gave him a hug. "Ok sweetie, get upstairs we’ll have to clean you up before you go to bed. The two went upstairs, once again Linda giggled as Timmy’s diaper crinkled while he walked. When they reached Timmy’s room, Linda made quick work of removing his wet diaper. She then sent Timmy off to the bathroom to clean himself up with a damp wash cloth.
When Timmy returned Linda gave him a sniff to confirm that he didn’t smell of urine. “Good boy” she said with a giggle and handed him his pajama bottoms.
“Climb into bed” Linda instructed, pulling back Timmy’s covers for him.
Timmy jumped into bed and let Linda tuck him in. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and smiled at him.
“So we really can play baby again?” Timmy asked.
Linda smiled. “Yes cutie, as long as you promise to keep this our secret” She said.
“I promise” Timmy said, crossing his heart with his finger.
“Good boy…I’m going to bring you some supplies so you’ll really have fun next time” Linda said.
“What?” Timmy asked.
“Oh you’ll just have to wait and see silly” Linda replied. “Now go to sleep…sweet dreams” she said as she walked to the door and turned out the light.
“Thank you Linda” Timmy said as she slowly closed the door.
“You’re welcome baby” Linda whispered, she shut the door and smiled. “This is going to be fun” she thought to herself. She made her way downstairs and disposed of the wet diaper in the outside trash, making sure to burry it well out of sight before returning to the TV room.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Eighteen
Two weeks had gone by since Linda had babysat for Timmy. She had sat for Oliver and Melissa the following weekend and was able to replenish her own diaper supply by sneaking two of Melissa’s Pampers. Yet Linda knew that if she was going to have fun with Timmy, she would need more than just the two diapers she had been able to steal, she would need to buy her own supply of diapers and hide them in her room.
The thought of having a larger supply of diapers had been on her mind for months. Linda often dreamed of how nice it would be to be able to put on a diaper after school before her parents came home from work. Stealing two diapers at a time from the Winters’ house would not be enough to allow Linda to truly indulge herself, she wanted a regular supply and she was determined to get it.
It was Friday afternoon, Linda would not be baby sitting this evening; instead she would have the house to herself until midnight or later as her parents were visiting some friends. Linda had hatched her plan over the course of the week; she would ride her bike into town at about 4:30, visit the local market and make her purchase. She had been saving her babysitting money and certainly had more than enough to purchase her supplies.
Linda rode her bike into town, it was a busy Friday afternoon however the market was not too crowded. She parked her bike outside the store, locked it to a stand and headed inside, grabbing a small shopping cart on her way. Looking around the store Linda didn’t see anyone that she recognized. She had worried about running into a friend or neighbor while buying diapers. To be safe, she had prepared a cover story. If she was spotted and questioned about her purchase, she would say that she was being paid to run errands for a neighbor. It wasn’t the best cover story but Linda figured it would be good enough.
Linda’s excitement was building as she approached the diaper isle. She pushed her cart around a corner and made her way down the isle, looking at the various diaper boxes, Luvs, Huggies….and her favorite…Pampers. She found a 16 diaper convenience package in the largest size and placed it in her cart. She also picked up 2 Playtex baby bottles; some wipes, and baby powder.
As Linda made her way to the check out counter, she looked around every so often to see if she recognized anyone. Luck was with her, this being a Friday before five in the afternoon, most people were busy finishing up work and getting ready for the weekend, the store wouldn’t be very busy until at least five thirty. Linda didn’t even recognize the cashier, an older woman in her late fifties. Linda emptied her cart onto the checkout counter and waited while the woman rang up her items. The woman hardly even looked at Linda as she bagged the items. Linda paid the cashier, accepted her change and left the store without incident. She loaded her purchases into the basket on her bike and headed home. She arrived home just after five O’clock, both of her parents were still at work, they wouldn’t be home for at least another half hour.
Linda took her supplies upstairs and excitedly opened the package of Pampers. She pulled out a diaper and smelled it; the talcum scent caused her to shiver with anticipation. Linda wanted to strip out of her clothing right then and diaper herself, yet she knew she must wait until her parents were home from work and then gone for the evening. She held the diaper to her face and inhaled again, her excitement building. Just then, the phone rang, bringing Linda out of her diaper induced day dream. She quickly stuffed the Pamper under her pillow, stashed the rest of her items in the back of her closet and answered the phone.
“Hello?” Linda said.
“Linda?” came a female voice from the other end of the phone.
“Yes this is she” Linda replied.
“Hi Linda it’s Mrs. Johnson” said the voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hi Mrs. Johnson” Linda said with a smile. She knew what must be coming…Timmy needed a babysitter.
“Linda can you baby-sit next Friday evening for Timmy? Mr. Johnson and I will be at a dinner party until midnight.” Mrs. Johnson said.
“Yeah I’d be happy to Mrs. Johnson” Linda answered.
“Oh that’s great, thanks so much Linda” Mrs. Johnson said.
“You’re welcome” Linda replied. “I’ll see you next week, bye for now” she said.
“Bye Linda” Mrs. Johnson said, and the receiver clicked.
Linda smiled, she was finally going to get to see Timmy in a diaper again…and this time she would have an entire evening to baby him. Later that evening after her parents left, Linda ran upstairs, stripped, powdered, and pampered herself. She remained in a diaper all evening…wetting twice before changing herself into a dry one. When her parents returned home, Linda lay in bed and pretended to be asleep beneath her covers. Linda’s mother poked her head in to see her daughter in bed, and then quietly closed the door.
Linda wore a diaper all night, wetting herself once, and satisfying herself twice before drifting off to sleep. She dreamed of babysitting for Melissa and Timmy both children wore a Pamper and tee shirt and drank from baby bottles as Linda sat between them on the sofa.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Nineteen
The next week went by quickly for Linda, she was scheduled to baby-sit Friday evening for Timmy and then again on Saturday evening for Oliver and Melissa. She was excited that she would be making some good money over the weekend, but what excited her more were her plans for Timmy.
This week Linda had made one more trip to the store, she had purchase several items to camouflage her real purchase from questioning eyes. Linda had purchase a small package of Ex-Lax pills. Her intention was to make Timmy learn what it was like for little Melissa to have a messy accident in her diaper. Linda crushed one of the pills into powder and put it into one of the baby bottles that she had bought. Since Timmy wanted to play baby, Linda figured he would have no problems drinking out of a baby bottle while they played.
Friday night arrived; Linda loaded her supplies into her backpack, four diapers, the baby bottle, and a bottle of baby powder. She said goodbye to her parents and head off to the Johnson’s house, smiling to herself, knowing that she was in for an amusing evening.
“Hi Linda, thanks for coming over” Mrs. Johnson said as she greeted Linda at the door and led her into the kitchen where Timmy was sitting and eating his dinner.
“Hi Timmy” Linda said with a smile.
Timmy blushed, chewing a mouth full of McDonald’s Cheeseburger and fries. Mrs. Johnson didn’t notice that her son was blushing.
“Linda you’ll be able to reach us at this number if there are any problems…you’re sure midnight isn’t too late for you?” Mrs. Johnson asked handing Linda a slip of paper with the phone number on it.
“No problem at all” Linda said with a smile.
Twenty minutes later Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had said their goodbyes to Timmy and Linda and left for the evening. Linda and Timmy sat in the TV room watching TV as they listened to the car pulling out of the driveway.
Neither Timmy nor Linda spoke for several minutes. Timmy was anxious, he thought about the last time Linda sat for him and how excited he had been to be allowed to wear the diaper. He had kept his secret safe just as Linda had told him too, hoping that she would allow him to play baby again, just as she said she would. Still, he was slightly embarrassed by his love of diapers and felt shy about asking Linda out right if he could wear them again.
Linda was anxious too. She had her supplies ready and hoped that Timmy would ask about her promise soon. She didn’t want to be the person to bring it up first; she wanted Timmy to ask so she would be sure that this was his choice. Linda didn’t want to make Timmy wear diapers if he didn’t really want to. She wanted to be sure that he really did like them and that he knew that wearing them at his age was not considered acceptable social behavior…and that he really needed to keep his interests a secret. If he asked to play baby, she would lecture him on this again before they began.
What seemed like an eternity went by before Timmy finally caved in and said anything. He was fidgeting nervously on the sofa while watching TV and his excitement finally got the better of him.
“Linda?” Timmy said shyly.
“Yeah kiddo?” Linda replied.
“ummm…remember last time” Timmy asked.
“Last Time?” Linda said, she knew exactly what he was talking about but wanted to drag it out of him.
“Yeah last time when you babysat for me…” Timmy said.
“Ohhhh last time…” Linda said with a smile.
Timmy blushed and smiled, burying his chin in his chest.
“What about last time?” Linda said with a sly tone.
“Umm…you know…when you let me wear a diaper…” Timmy whispered softly.
“Yeah I remember that.” Linda said with a smile.
“Well…you said I could do it again” Timmy whispered again.
“Oh…right” Linda said, she was teasing him at this point.
“Well?” Timmy said.
“Well what?” Linda asked.
“Well….ummm….can…can I?” Timmy stammered.
“Can you….?” Linda asked, leading him. She knew exactly what Timmy was asking but she needed to hear it for herself.
“Can….can I…umm….can I wear a diaper again?” Timmy asked in a mousey whisper.
Linda smiled. “Do you really want to wear a diaper again?” She asked.
Timmy nodded.
“Are you sure?” Linda asked.
Timmy blushed, “Yeah”. He said. “Please?” he added.
“Timmy you know that it’s not normal for big boys to wear diapers right?” Linda asked.
Timmy hung his head again. “I know” he said softly.
“And you know that you should keep your interests to yourself because other people won’t understand” Linda said.
“Yes” Timmy whispered with a tone of embarrassment.
Linda slid over on the sofa and gave him a hug. Timmy turned and looked into her eyes.
“Timmy its ok, I won’t tell anyone about it” She told him. “Someday when you’re older you’ll understand more about why you like them, but until than, you should be very quiet about your interests” Linda said looking into Timmy’s eyes. “You understand?” she asked.
Timmy nodded.
“And you still want to wear them and play baby?” Linda asked.
“Yes” Timmy whispered.
Linda smiled and hugged him. “Ok baby, this is our secret forever” she whispered in his ear. “Lets go upstairs” she said.
Timmy hopped off the sofa and headed for the stairs, Linda grabbed her back pack and followed. They reached Timmy’s bedroom and Linda closed the door behind them as they entered. Timmy fidgeted nervously, not sure if he should lay down on the floor or take his clothes off first.
“Timmy, before we play, I have some rules.” Linda said.
Timmy looked sad for a second, he knew rules were important, but most of the time they were a limit on fun. “Oh ok…” Timmy said.
“First…since we are playing baby, and I’m going to let you wear a diaper…you will not be allowed to use the bathroom, or even go into the bathroom.” Linda said.
Timmy blushed. “Ok” he said.
“Are you sure about that point?” Linda asked. “You understand what that means right?” she added.
“Uh huh…no bathroom, only diapees” Timmy said with a shy embarrassed tone.
“Right” Linda said. “This is your last chance Timmy, are you sure you still want to play baby?” She asked.
“Uh huh” Timmy replied.
“Ok then…and the last rule is, when I say it’s time to stop playing the game and get cleaned up and ready for bed…the game is over and you will be a big boy again” Linda said. “Is that clear?” she asked.
“Yes” Timmy said.
“Good boy” Linda said with a grin. She smiled at him for a moment, and then opened her back pack, reached in and pulled out a Pamper. Linda held it in front of her and waved it in the air at Timmy. “Ok baby…take off your pants….it’s diapee diaper time” she said with a big smile.
Timmy blushed and did as he was told. He instinctively lay on the floor and assumed the diapering position, his arousal had returned with a vengeance but he did not try to hide it. Linda had seen it before and had told him that he would understand it all someday soon.
Linda smiled and forced back a giggle at the sight of Timmy’s arousal. She wondered how long it would be before Timmy learned about its purpose. She made quick work of diapering him, Timmy squirmed and giggled as she sprinkled baby powder on his behind and rubbed it in. She sprinkled powder in the front of the diaper and rubbed it into the lining; she didn’t want to touch Timmy’s front side…worried about what might happen or how he would react. Timmy reached for his private area and Linda brushed his hand away before quickly bringing the front of the Pamper up between his legs and securing it snugly in place. Timmy squirmed again as the front of the diaper made contact with his arousal.
Linda giggled and smiled. “There you go baby” she patted him very gently on the front of his diaper. “Now I have surprise for you” she said as she brought the baby bottle out of her back pack.
Timmy blushed as he saw the baby bottle. “Do I get to drink out of that?” he asked shyly.
“Of course you do silly” Linda said. “Now lets get your PJs on and we’ll go back downstairs” She said.
Linda helped Timmy get into his PJs and they headed downstairs. Linda went to the kitchen and filled the baby bottle with Milk and chocolate syrup; she mixed it well to insure that the powdered Ex Lax at the bottom was blended in before putting the top on the bottle. She figured that an adult dosage was one pill…so the effect on Timmy should be exactly what she wanted.
Linda brought the bottle into the TV room and handed it to Timmy who was once again sitting on the sofa, this time dressed in his PJs with an obvious diaper bulge beneath.
“Yay!” Timmy giggled as he took the bottle.
Linda was surprised at how easily he had accepted the idea of drinking from a baby bottle, but then again, it was Timmy’s idea to play “baby” she thought.
“Chocolate milk…just for my little baby boy” Linda said with a giggle. “Drink up” she added.
Timmy put the nipple in his mouth and began to suck; he smiled at Linda as the chocolate taste hit his tongue. Linda smiled maliciously to herself, she intended for him to know how little Melissa felt after his and Oliver’s peanut butter prank.
Timmy drank the chocolate milk from the bottle, he sat on the sofa in a euphoric trance, staring at the TV but not really watching, he was too comfortable. Every now and then he would wiggle his bottom into the sofa just to hear his diaper crinkle. He had drunk down almost the entire bottle now and he smiled at Linda with the nipple in his mouth as he finished the last bit.
“Good boy!” Linda exclaimed. She patted the seat cushion next to her.
Timmy giggled, slid himself beside Linda and snuggled up against her. She put her arm around him and stroked his hair as they watched TV. Linda wondered how long it would be before Timmy would feel the effects of the Ex Lax. She smiled again and waited patiently. Every now and then Timmy would wiggle around beside her, his Pamper would crinkle loudly and he would giggle. Linda was amused by this and she would give him a playful tickle every so often just to see his reaction.
Timmy was in heaven, he felt happy and safe with Linda and the diaper was very comfortable. His embarrassing enlargement would occasionally create a small tent in the front of his diaper; if he paid attention to the TV it would eventually go away. Timmy was fascinated by this and he enjoyed the feeling of the diaper against him, he would wiggle himself against the front of the diaper every so often to explore the sensation.
Linda watched Timmy out of the corner of her eye, he couldn’t sit still. Every so often he would wiggle his waist, clearly exploring his boyish curiosity. Linda controlled her giggles as she watched him do this.
It was almost an hour after Timmy had finished his bottle of chocolate milk before he began to feel the effects of the Ex Lax which had been hidden the beverage. He felt a strange spasm in his gut and then a slight pressure building in his behind. He was nervous, he felt like he needed to fart and didn’t want Linda to hear it…or smell it. He had eaten two MacDonald’s Cheeseburgers and a large fries for dinner. This was a meal any 10 year old boy would love…but it was not without its side effects Timmy knew.
The pressure continued to build and Timmy began to fidget on the seat. He felt another spasm. “Oh no!” Timmy thought. He knew that he needed to go to the bathroom now…and it wasn’t just to pee. He hadn’t thought this through. The last time he wore a diaper when Linda was babysitting he had allowed himself to wet it, however he didn’t think about going poop in it. “What would Linda think?” He wondered. Then he remembered Linda’s words “you will not be allowed to go to the bathroom or to even go into the bathroom” she had said. Timmy wondered if she would really make him use the diaper for his current problem…
Linda noticed Timmy was squirming on the sofa beside her. “What’s wrong baby Timmy?” she asked.
Timmy squirmed a bit before answering “umm….I….I gotta go!” he said.
“Oh…well baby, it’s ok…you have your diapee on, you can go whenever you need to” Linda said with a big smile.
“But I….umm I have to……” Timmy stammered.
“You have to what?” Linda asked.
“Ummm…I gotta go number 2” Timmy whispered in embarrassment.
Linda smiled.
“Well baby Timmy, you know the rules…and you agreed to them” She said with a smile. “You’re going to have to go in your diapee” she added.
Timmy had a look of worry on his face. He jumped off the couch and headed towards the hallway. Linda jumped up and blocked his escape.
“Oh no you don’t baby” She said as she closed the door to the TV room and stood in front of it blocking the exit. “You agreed to the rules…babies use their diapers!” she said.
“but Linda…please” Timmy begged. “I didn’t think about it…I don’t want to go poo poo in it!” He said.
“Sorry baby” Linda said with a giggle “We’re not changing the rules…and remember, I still have a Polaroid of you” she said.
“Please Linda…please!” Timmy was desperate now, the pressure was immense and he didn’t think he could hold it much longer.
Linda smiled, Timmy had begun to do a potty dance and was hold his hands over his bottom, bending his knees slightly and shift his weight from side to side. It was only a matter of time now.
“Please Linda…I don’t want to make a poo poo in my diaper…please!”
“Don’t worry baby Timmy…that’s what diapers are for…you’ll be ok sweetie” she said softly smiling at him as she guarded the door.
Timmy was in a panic now, tears were forming in his eyes, he continued to beg but Linda would have none of it. One more spasm from his gut forced some gas into the seat of his diaper, and what followed was a warm solid mass which Timmy felt expanding around his bottom. He burst into tears as he felt the load fill his diaper, and as he did, his bladder gave way and flooded the diaper as well.
Linda watched as Timmy burst into tears and clearly lost the battle with his bowels. The boy dropped to his knees and cried. After a moment the smell of a messy diaper hit Linda’s nose. She smiled with satisfaction knowing that she had given Timmy a taste of his own prank. Now she would help him deal with the situation.
Linda got down on her knees and hugged Timmy. “Shhhhhh there there” she said as she held the boy. “Good boy” she whispered in his ear. “I’m proud of you for obeying the rules” she whispered.
Timmy slowed his sobs and rested his head on Linda’s shoulder as she held him. He noticed that his enlargement had begun to return. He blushed.
“Shhhhh….it’s ok baby” Linda continued to whisper in Timmy’s ear and she rubbed his back with her arm. She place one hand on the seat of his PJs and felt the lump in the seat of his diaper. Linda smiled at this “Now he knows what Melissa felt like” she thought.
“Are you ok sweetie?” Linda whispered in Timmy’s ear.
Timmy nodded his head and sniffled. He was embarrassed, he could feel the warm solid mass in his diaper pressing against him, he realized now that he had wet the diaper too.
“Timmy….now you understand how Melissa felt after you and Oliver made her eat Reece’s Pieces” Linda said.
Timmy thought about this, she was right. Timmy now knew what it felt like to have a messy accident…he was embarrassed, and he had cried just like Melissa did.
“It doesn’t feel very nice does it?” Linda asked.
Timmy shook his head.
“You wouldn’t like it if Melissa was here making fun of you right now would you?” Linda asked.
Timmy shook his head again.
“Are you ever going to make fun of Melissa again?” Linda asked.
“No” Timmy said softly.
“Good boy” Linda said. “I’m not upset with you for having an accident in your diaper…after all, we’re still playing baby…and that’s what babies do, they wet and mess their diapers” She said.
Timmy nodded.
“Do you still want to play baby?” Linda asked.
Timmy felt the enlargement in the front of his diaper, and the mess in the seat. He was too embarrassed to answer.
“hmmm?” Linda mumbled, trying to coax an answer.
Timmy nodded.
“Ok sweetie, lets get you upstairs and clean you up…we’ve got a few more hours to play before your parents come home” Linda said with a smile.
To be continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Twenty
Linda followed Timmy as he pamped upstairs. She giggled as he waddled his way slowly up the stairs, trying hard not to move the mess in his diaper around any more than it already had. He smelled pretty bad, Linda was not looking forward to cleaning up the mess, but she was happy that she had made her point with Timmy.
Linda decided that it was best to clean Timmy in the bathroom, even though she had made it off limits to him under the rules. She led Timmy into the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water before instructing Timmy to remove his PJs and lay down on the floor.
Timmy lay on the floor dressed only in his dirty diaper; Linda knelt beside him on the floor, leaned over and unfastened his diaper. She prepared herself for the smell and opened the wet and messy diaper as Timmy blushed a deep red.
“peeeewwwwww!” Linda said as she opened the diaper. “You sure did make a mess little baby” she added with a giggle.
Timmy didn’t say a word, he just lay there blushing hiding his face behind his hands. His arousal was present again, Linda smiled at it, she thought it was cute how Timmy got excited by diapers…and while Timmy didn’t know it, she understood completely.
Linda used toilet paper to clean up Timmy’s bottom as best she could. She regretted that she had forgotten to pack baby wipes. Once Timmy was clean enough she pulled the dirty diaper out from beneath him, emptied its contents into the toilet and flushed. She then wrapped up the dirty diaper, left it on the floor near the toilet and instructed Timmy to get into the tub.
Linda stood by while Timmy washed himself. When he was finished, she toweled him dry and diapered him again. Timmy smiled as Linda powdered him, pulled the diaper up between his legs and taped it shut. His embarrassing enlargement stood tall throughout the process. It had become extremely sensitive and Timmy giggled with excitement as the soft lining of the diaper rubbed against him.
As the evening grew late, Linda allowed Timmy to snuggle close to her on the sofa as they watched TV. She rinsed out his baby bottle and filled it with water. Timmy drank two full bottles in an hour, and just before 11, he allowed himself to wet his diaper. Timmy smiled as he felt the warm wetness spread from his groin to between his legs and eventually his bottom.
Once again Linda took Timmy upstairs, after removing his wet diaper she had him rinse off in the shower and clean himself again. It was now bedtime for Timmy.
“Ok silly baby” Linda said, “Time for bed”
“Awwwww, do I have too?” Timmy asked.
“Yes baby” Linda replied. “Your parents will be home soon…remember the rules, when I say the game is over, it’s over.” She added. They went down the hall to Timmy’s bedroom, Linda helped him back into his PJs and tucked him into bed.
“Can we play again….next time you come over?” Timmy asked.
“We can if you want to” Linda said.
Timmy smiled and giggled. Linda smiled at him and gave him a hug.
“Timmy I have a surprise for you” Linda said. “I’ll be right back” she added. Linda left the room, went downstairs and retrieved her back pack. A moment later she returned to Timmy’s bedroom. Timmy stared at her with anticipation as she entered the room.
“Is my surprise in there?” Timmy asked pointing at the back pack.
“Yes it is cutie” Linda said with a smile. She reached into her back pack and pulled out the remaining two Pampers.
Timmy’s eyes went wide with excitement as Linda held the diapers in front of him.
“These are for you” Linda said with a smile. “Keep them hidden and only play with them when you know your parents won’t catch you” Linda advised.
Timmy told Linda to bury the diapers in his Cub Scout chest, a small wooden box that he kept in the back of his closet. His Mother never opened it and Timmy decided it was the safest place to hide the diapers for now. Linda hid the diapers under some toys that Timmy had in the chest. Even if Mrs. Johnson opened the chest, she would have to go digging through it to find the diapers.
“Did you have fun baby Timmy?” Linda asked with a giggle as she gave him one last goodnight hug.
Timmy blushed. “Yes” he whispered.
“Good boy” Linda said, giving his hair a tussle before getting up to turn out the light and leave the room.
Timmy lay awake in bed for about 20 minutes before falling asleep. He had wanted desperately to go to the closet and retrieve one of the diapers Linda had left for him, but he didn’t want to risk getting caught if his parents came home and walked in to check on him. He knew he would have time to use the diapers soon…for now he would wait.
Eventually the Johnson’s returned from their evening out. Linda had been paid, and on her walk home she smiled with excitement as she knew there were more Pampers waiting for her at home. Her evening of diapering Timmy had filled her with a strong urge to put her own diaper on.
Across the Street, Melissa lay in her bed dreaming of waterfalls and streams…a warm wetness expanded throughout her diaper as she slept.
To Be Continued….
Potty Problems: Chapter Twenty One
Saturday arrived and Linda awoke early in a wet diaper. She stretched and smiled at the warm damp sensation between her legs. Her parents were still asleep; Linda rolled over and wiggled her bottom, listening to the soft crinkle of her Pamper beneath the covers. She glanced at the clock on her night stand; it read 7:38 AM. Ten minutes later Linda was lying on her back again staring at her ceiling with a very satisfied grin on her face.
Down the street at the Winters house, Melissa played quietly in bed with a dolly. She had felt the urge to pee growing in her bladder, but she was diapered, so she ignored it and remained in bed. The rest of her family was still asleep. When she could hold it no longer Melissa wet her already soaked diaper. The clock on her bedside table ready 7:48 AM. Melissa smiled as she felt the warmth spreading around her bottom.
It had been almost a month since Melissa had messed in her diaper in front of Oliver and Timmy. She still had her secret crush on Timmy and had decided that the quick smile she had seen on his face after Oliver teased her was just an accident. Her interest in her own diapers had been growing over the last few weeks. Her secret enjoyment of the warm damp sensation between her legs was on her mind more often than it had been before she noticed Timmy’s interest in her diapers. Melissa hugged her doll and smiled, tonight Linda would be babysitting, she wondered if Timmy would be spending the night.
Linda changed out of her wet Pamper, wrapped up the diaper inside two plastic shopping bags, and stuffed it in the bottom of her trash can. She would get it out of the house later that morning after her parents had left the house. She showered, and dressed for the day. Linda was excited to be babysitting this evening, she too wondered if Timmy would be spending the night at the Winters house. She imagined what it would be like to have both Timmy and Melissa in diapers at the same time. Her intuition told her that little Melissa had a crush on Timmy. Linda wondered how surprised Melissa would be to learn about Timmy’s love of diapers, but Linda knew with Oliver around, there would be very little chance to get Timmy in a diaper at the Winters house. She thought of threatening the boys with the Polaroid picture, again, but Linda didn’t want to use this as a means for indulging her own curiosity any more than she already had.
Evening arrived; Linda said good night to her parents and headed over to the Winters house. When she arrived she found Mrs. Winters in the kitchen.
“Hi Linda, come on in” Mrs. Winters said.
Linda opened the screen door and entered the kitchen. “How is everyone doing tonight?” Linda asked.
“Oh everyone is fine Linda.” Mrs. Winters replied. “You’re in for a treat tonight” she added.
“A treat?” Linda asked.
“Yes indeed” Mrs. Winters responded. “Oliver is spending the night at the Johnson’s house with Timmy, so you’ll only have to watch Melissa tonight.” She added.
“Oh…That is a treat” Linda said. She was disappointed by this news. She knew that she would have had little hope of getting a diaper on Timmy with Oliver around, but now it was out of the question.
“We’ll still pay you the standard rate of course” Mrs. Winters said. “You and Melissa can order whatever you want for dinner and have it delivered.”
“Thanks, that sounds great…we’ll have a girls night” Linda said with a smile. Just then Melissa came bounding into the kitchen with her doll in hand.
“Linda!” Melissa shouted with excitement as she ran over to her sitter and gave her a hug.
Linda scooped Melissa up and hugged her back.
“Hi there Lis, how ya doing kiddo?” Linda asked. She gave the girl’s bottom a gentle pat and quickly realized that Melissa was not wearing a diaper. She was not ready for bed yet.
“I’m good” Melissa replied. “Did mommy tell you? No boys tonight, just us!” Melissa said excitedly. Melissa had hoped to see Timmy tonight, but was also thrilled at having a whole night to spend with Linda. Melissa wanted to talk to Linda about her secret crush on Timmy.
Mrs. Winters smiled, she was glad that her daughter had an older girl like Linda to spend time with. “Melissa sweetie, why don’t you come upstairs with me so I can get you ready for bed?” she asked her daughter.
“Oh mommy, do I have to go now…I want to show Linda my new doll house” Melissa said.
“I can get her ready for bed if you want Mrs. Winters…?” Linda asked.
“You don’t mind Linda?” Mrs. Winters asked in reply. “You know where all of her…supplies are”
Melissa blushed at this; she knew that her mother was talking about her diapers.
“Yup, I can take care of it…then you can show me your doll house” Linda said, smiling at Melissa and giving her hair another tussle.
“Sweetie is that ok with you?” Mrs. Winters asked her daughter.
Melissa smiled and nodded.
“Ok sweetie, be a good girl for Linda and come down and say good night to your father and I before we leave” Mrs. Winters said.
Linda carried Melissa upstairs; at least she would get to diaper one person tonight she thought to herself.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Twenty Two
Linda carried Melissa into the upstairs bathroom and sat the girl down on the floor.
“Ok Sweetie, let’s get you undressed.” Linda said softly.
Melissa pulled off her shirt, removed her shoes and socks and then dropped her pants and panties to the floor.
“Good girl” Linda said, smiling at the nude Melissa as she turned and opened the linen closet to retrieve her supplies. She noticed a bottle of baby powder on the closet shelf next to the box of Pampers and smiled. She grabbed the baby powder and a fresh Pamper and turned her attention back to Melissa.
“Ok sweetie, lay down on the floor for me.” Linda commanded softly.
Melissa did as she was told. Linda opened the bottom half of the Pamper, raised Melissa’s legs and bottom off the floor with her free hand and slid the Pamper beneath Melissa’s bottom. She lowered the girl onto the waiting diaper and then opened the bottle of baby powder, Linda lifted Melissa’s legs and bottom again and sprinkled a good amount of baby powder on the girls bottom.
Melissa smiled as she felt Linda gently rub the baby powder around her bottom. Linda again lowered Melissa’s bottom back down onto the waiting diaper and then sprinkled baby powder on Melissa’s front diaper area. She rubbed it in gently which caused Melissa to giggle and squirm a bit.
“Hold still silly!” Linda said with a smile. She used some Kleenex to wipe the excess baby powder off of her hands, then opened the front half of the Pamper and pulled it up between Melissa’s legs. Linda smiled as she closed the tapes, securing the Pamper around Melissa’s waist. After checking the diaper to make sure it was snug, Linda was satisfied with her work. She lifted Melissa up off the floor and cleaned up the bathroom.
“Ok sweetie, lets go get your jammies on and you can show me your doll house.” Linda said.
“Yay!” Melissa said, clapping her hands with excitement. Linda opened the bath room door and followed the diapered girl down the hall to her bedroom. She smiled, Melissa’s diaper crinkled loudly as the girl walked. Linda thought Melissa looked adorable wearing nothing but a Pamper, she wished she could keep her that way all night but knew that would be uncomfortable for Melissa.
Melissa ran into her bedroom. “Look Linda! See my new doll house!” she said excitedly, not seeming to care that she was wearing nothing but a diaper.
“Oh wow….isn’t that nice!” Linda said, trying to show interest.
“See, it’s got everything!” Melissa said, “A kitchen, dinning room, TV room, four bedrooms and 3 bathrooms…and even an attic!” she told Linda.
Linda held a hand to her mouth to hide a giggle; Melissa was so excited about her doll house she didn’t care that she was practically nude. Linda let the girl go on as long as she could, listening to the diaper crinkle as Melissa moved around the doll house. Linda imagined for a moment that she was Melissa, wearing a soft thick Pamper and playing with dolls.
Suddenly Linda remembered her friend Emily, and how they had dressed in diapers at Emily’s house when she was young. Linda fantasized that Emily was there now, as a teenager, and that she was taking care of Linda. Linda’s eyes glazed over a bit as she day dreamed, imagining being diapered by her friend Emily and dressed for bed.
“…and I can put the dolls in any room I want, and I can move the furniture around and…” Melissa continued talking about the doll house not realizing that Linda was in her own world.
Linda broke out of her day dream and looked at Melissa; the girl was still going on about the doll house. She knew that she had to get her dressed and downstairs to say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Winters for the evening.
“Wow Lis, that’s a great doll house sweetie…” Linda said, interrupting the girl. “Let’s get your jammies on and say goodbye to your parents and then maybe we can play with the doll house later ok?” Linda said.
Melissa looked down at herself and blushed, she realized that she was only dressed in her diaper and knew Linda was right. “Ok yeah” she said softly.
Linda opened Melissa’s dresser drawers and found the girls PJ’s. “Ok sweetie here we go…lets get these on you.” She said to Melissa, holding out the pajama bottoms for Melissa to step into.
Moments later the two girls were making their way into the kitchen to say good night to Mr. & Mrs. Winters. Once the goodbyes had been exchanged, Linda phoned in a Pizza order and she and Melissa headed down to the basement play room to watch TV. Linda smiled as Melissa leapt onto the couch beside her and snuggled close.
Both girls felt that this was going to be a fun evening.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Twenty Three
About a half hour had gone by since Mr. and Mrs. Winters had left. Linda and Melissa were sitting snuggled together on the couch watching TV in the basement playroom when the doorbell rang.
“Pizza!” Melissa shouted with excitement. She leaped off the couch and pamped to the stairs.
“Wait for me sweetie!” Linda shouted after her as she got herself off the couch and headed upstairs to answer the door.
Upstairs Melissa was jumping up and down with excitement in front of the door, waiting for Linda to open it and pay the delivery boy.
“Calm down silly” Linda said as she walked into the Kitchen, retrieved the money that Mrs. Winters had left on the counter and opened the door.
The delivery boy was a bit older than Linda, probably a high school student Linda thought. He smiled at her as she opened the door. Melissa was standing beside Linda, still bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Pizza for Winters?” the boy asked.
“Hi, yes, that’s us” Linda replied.
“HI!” Melissa shouted.
The pizza boy looked down at Melissa and smiled. “Hello there” he replied.
Linda noticed that the pizza boy was staring at Melissa; she followed his gaze to her waist. The top edge of Melissa’s diaper was clearly sticking out of her pajama bottoms and the diaper bulge beneath was obvious. The pizza boy seemed a bit surprised to see an older girl wearing a diaper.
Linda drew his attention back by handing him money for the pizza. “Here you are” she said as she held it out.
“Oh…thanks” replied the pizza boy with an embarrassed smile. He handed Linda the pizza and began to count the money.
“Keep the change” Linda said with a smile. She could tell that he was embarrassed for staring at Melissa’s diaper.
“Thanks…Enjoy the pizza” He said.
“Thanks!” Melissa shouted excitedly.
The pizza boy turned back for a last look at Melissa and smiled and waved. He looked at Linda with a slightly confused and embarrassed look. “Thanks again…have a good night” he said. He then returned to his car and drove off.
Linda put the pizza on the counter and retrieved plates and napkins for herself and Melissa. She served Melissa two slices of pizza as well as two for herself.
“What do you want to drink Lis?” Linda asked.
“Coke!” Melissa said excitedly.
“Oh Lis, you know your mom doesn’t want you to drink soda before bedtime…how about some juice instead?” Linda asked.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeese!” Melissa begged. “I won’t tell mom if you let me!” she added.
Linda thought about this for a moment, the worst that could happen is that she would have to change Melissa again before the Winters returned home. She didn’t mind doing so, it was like having her own baby doll to play with.
Linda smiled down at Melissa, “Ok sweetie, but this is our secret, you can have two glasses of soda but anything after that is juice or water only” She said. Linda knew that two glasses of anything was too much for the girl to be drinking in the evening, but she liked spoiling Melissa when she could.
“Yay!” Melissa shouted, jumping and clapping her hands.
The two girls ate their dinner in front of the TV. After they had finished and the night went on, Melissa seemed to be fidgeting on the couch.
“Are you ok sweetie?” Linda asked.
“Uh huh” Melissa replied.
“Sure?” Linda asked.
“Yeah” Melissa replied, she stopped her fidgeting and concentrated on the TV.
Linda smiled, she guessed that the soda, and whatever else Melissa had had to drink earlier that evening was catching up with the girl. Linda wondered how long it would be before Melissa would be wet.
“Linda…do you have a boyfriend?” Melissa asked.
Linda was startled by the question. She blushed and smiled at the girl. “Umm no, not right now…” Linda answered. Linda didn’t really have too much interest in boys her age; she enjoyed spending time with some of her closer girlfriends, but hadn’t had any real boyfriends yet.
“Do you like any boys?” Melissa asked nervously.
“Well, I haven’t really met any boys that I like enough to go out with” Linda answered.
“Oh” Melissa said, sounding slightly disappointed.
Linda looked at Melissa with a curious smile. “Do you like any boys?” She asked.
Melissa blushed a deep red and lowered her chin to her chest. Linda smiled; she knew she had hit the mark with her question.
“Ohhhhhh……someone’s got a boyfriend…” Linda teased Melissa in a sing song voice and gave the girl a tickle.
Melissa giggled and squirmed. “No I don’t!” She said through her giggles. “Stop please!” she said as she leaned away from Linda trying to fight off the tickle assault.
“Tell me who he is and I’ll stop…” Linda said as she continued her attack.
Melissa was squirming and giggling “Please Please stop…” she begged between giggles. Her full bladder was getting close to critically full. She begged Linda to stop.
“Oh no…you’re not getting off that easy kiddo!” Linda said. “Tell me who you like or I’ll tickle you all night long!” she said with a malicious grin.
Melissa squirmed and giggled, the pressure was getting too hard to hold back. “Ok…Ok, I’ll tell you, please please stop!” she gasped through her laughter.
“Tell me, Tell me!” Linda laughed as she continued to tickle the girl.
“Timmy!” Melissa shouted, and just as she got the word out she felt her bladder give way. She couldn’t stop it; the warmth of her release began to fill her diaper and pool around her bottom. She stopped her giggles and blushed as she felt her body relaxing; the flow seemed to go on forever.
Linda stopped tickling Melissa as soon as she heard the name. “Timmy hey?” she said with a smile. “Timmy and Melissa sitting in a tree….K I S S I N G…” Linda sang playfully. “First comes love…then comes marriage…then comes Lissa in the baby carriage…” Linda continued, not yet noticing Melissa’s blushing, embarrassed and relaxed state. “Sucking her thumb, wetting her pants…doing the hoola hoola dance!” Linda finished her teasing and looked at Melissa. She just now realized there was a problem.
Melissa had her chin tucked to her chest again and was blushing. A slight frown grew on the girls face.
“Oh Lis…sweetie…are you ok?” Linda asked. “I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t mean to make fun of you…it’s ok to like boys…I won’t tell anyone your secret…Timmy is cute, it’s good that you like him” she said, hoping to cheer the girl up quickly.
Melissa’s frown halted and she smiled briefly at hearing Linda’s words, but she still blushed and hung her head. Her diaper was wet and it was still early in the evening.
“Sweetie?” Linda said, putting her hand gently on Melissa’s shoulder. “You ok?” she asked.
Melissa looked up at her babysitter. “I….umm…I had an accident” she said shyly.
“Oh sweetie…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have tickled you so hard” Linda said. She pulled Melissa onto her lap and gave her a big hug. “Are you soaked sweetie?” She said, “Do you need a change?” She asked.
Melissa rested her head on Linda’s shoulder and nodded. Linda lifted the girl off the couch and carried her towards the stairs, gently patting Melissa’s diapered bottom as she walked. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m sorry…no more tickle fights I promise…this will be another secret…I won’t tell anyone about the accident” she said as she carried the girl upstairs.
Melissa hugged Linda tightly as she was carried upstairs to the bathroom. She loved her babysitter and felt safe with her. As the reached the second floor bathroom, Linda placed Melissa on the floor and helped the girl out of her PJ bottoms, revealing a soggy diaper.
Linda gave the seat of the diaper a gentle squeeze, it was still warm. “Wow kiddo, you did a good job on that one” she said with a smile. Melissa blushed.
“Linda?” Melissa said.
“Yeah Lis?” Linda replied while retrieving wipes, powder, and a fresh Pamper from the closet.
“Thanks for taking care of me” Melissa said.
Linda put the supplies down beside Melissa and gave the girl a big hug. “Oh Lis…I love taking care of you” she answered. Both girls smiled.
“I like having you change my diaper Linda…you don’t make me feel stupid for having to wear it” Melissa told Linda.
“Who makes you feel stupid about your diapers?” Linda asked. “Not your mom I hope?” she said.
“No, not mommy” Melissa said. “But Oliver still teases me sometimes” Melissa said.
“Oh he does, does he?” Linda said. “Well don’t you worry about that sweetie, I’ll have a little chat with your brother the next time I see him” She said. “I’ll make sure he behaves himself from now on.” She added.
Melissa smiled and hugged Linda again.
“Now, lay down on the floor and let’s get you cleaned up.” Linda said, motioning for Melissa to lie down. “Then you can tell me everything you like about Timmy and it will be our secret.”
Melissa lay down and Linda unfastened the wet diaper, she cleaned Melissa up with baby wipes, slid the wet diaper out from beneath the girl and replaced it with a clean diaper. Moments later Melissa was powdered, re-diapered, and wearing a happy smile. Linda helped Melissa back into her PJ bottoms and the two girls returned to the downstairs playroom. The rest of the night was spent watching TV and talking about how cute Melissa thought Timmy was. Linda wondered if the two kids would ever get together some day when they were both older.
To Be Continued…
Potty Problems: Chapter Twenty Four
The Winter’s returned around 11:30, Melissa had fallen asleep an hour before and Linda had carried her upstairs to bed. Linda had checked Melissa’s diaper after she put the girl down to make sure she was not wet. The diaper was slightly damp but not soaked. Linda decided not to change Melissa because she didn’t want the girl to wake up.
After collecting her pay and saying goodnight to Mr. and Mrs. Winters, Linda hurried home. Her evening with Melissa and the multiple diaper changes had filled her with excitement. She desperately wanted to get home to the privacy of her bedroom where she could put on her own diaper and satisfy her urges.
Just down the street at the Johnson’s house, Timmy and Oliver were having a sleepover. The boys were in sleeping bags in the Johnson’s TV room. Mrs. Johnson had made them turn the TV off and go to bed at eleven. After about 20 minutes of chatter, Oliver fell asleep, Timmy was still awake however. His mind was on the diapers in his closet upstairs. Linda had left him two diapers to play with the last time she sat for him.
Timmy had tried on one of the Pampers one evening after his parents had gone to sleep. The feel of the soft thick diaper between his legs had filled him with excitement; his embarrassing enlargement throbbed inside the diaper. Timmy didn’t know why it felt so good but he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing the front of his diaper. The pleasure was building and he was extremely excited by it…he wondered if it could ever stop. Suddenly his enjoyment was interrupted by a noise in the hallway.
Timmy stopped rubbing his diaper immediately and froze. His mother was awake and moving about on the second floor. Timmy had no idea what she was doing, maybe going to the bathroom or putting away some laundry, but he didn’t want to get caught. Timmy very carefully removed his diaper and stuffed it under the bed. His embarrassing enlargement was still throbbing but eventually it went away. Timmy listened intently for signs that his mother was no longer up and about…he eventually fell asleep.
This evening Timmy had been thinking about the diapers all night. He was happy that his friend Oliver was sleeping over and the two had had fun playing Atari and watching TV, but Timmy now wished he was alone so that he could wear a diaper again and explore his strange new feelings even more. Just thinking about the diapers made his embarrassing enlargement return. Timmy wanted to touch it beneath his covers but feared that Oliver might wake up and see him. Eventually he fell asleep. The diapers and Timmy’s exploration would have to wait.
Linda arrived home and headed directly to her bedroom, both of her parents were already in bed, she could hear the TV from their bedroom as she passed by. They would not bother her until tomorrow after they returned from church. Linda closed her bedroom door behind her and quickly stripped out of her cloths. She retrieved a diaper and baby powder from her secret stash, made quick work of diapering herself and put on her pajamas. Her bladder was quite full as she had been holding it for over an hour…waiting for just this moment. Linda turned out her lights, squatted beside her bed, relaxed and wet her diaper. The warm wetness quickly spread between her legs and pooled around her bottom before being soaked into the absorbent lining of her diaper. Linda smiled at the sensation of relieving her bladder, she continued to wet for quite some time before the flow stopped.
Linda climbed into bed, rolled onto her stomach and began her ritual of rubbing her wet diaper and satisfying herself. “ummmmmm ohhhhh yes…daddy!…my diapee….my diapee…I wet my diapee diapee diaper! Ummmmm!” Linda moaned.
A short while later she lay on her back smiling at the ceiling with her eyes cl


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Potty Problems: Chapter Twenty Five
All day Sunday Timmy Johnson worried about what he had done during the night. Had he wet his bed? He wondered. “That can’t be it” he thought to himself. His sleeping bag was dry, his pajama bottoms were dry too, it was just one small wet spot in the front of his PJs…and the strange thing was, it was kind of sticky.
Timmy had no idea what this could mean, he was worried that maybe he was sick, or perhaps Oliver had played some disgusting weird joke on him during the night. Timmy ruled that thought out. Oliver had said nothing in the morning, and hadn’t even noticed that Timmy had changed before he woke up. If it were some sort of joke, Timmy expected that Oliver would want to gloat and tease him about it. That hadn’t happened. “This has to have come from me” Timmy thought. “But what is it?” he wondered.
That evening when bedtime arrived, after saying goodnight to his parents Timmy lay awake in bed for over an hour, thinking about the wet spot he had discovered that morning. He thought of the dream he had had last night…about the giant grown up version of Melissa who had put a diaper on him in the playhouse. She was grown up, and beautiful. The thought of being diapered by the grown up version of Melissa caused Timmy’s embarrassing enlargement to return.
Timmy smiled, he was starting to enjoy the sensations he felt when the enlargement arose. He thought of the strange sensation he had in his dream, it reminded him of how he felt when the enlargement appeared…only better. He couldn’t resist exploring this sensation further…Timmy wanted to relive the dream, only he wanted it to be real. He listened closely for noise from the hallway beyond his bedroom door. He could see that the hallway light was out; his parents had gone to bed.
Timmy quietly crept out of bed and walked to his closet. He dug through his Cub Scout chest and retrieved one of the two Pampers that Linda had given him. One of them he had already worn once, but had not wet. This diaper was still clean and he was able to put it back on without any problems.
The soft thick feeling of the diaper between his legs and up against the embarrassing enlargement sent him into ecstasy. Timmy walked back to his bed, smiling as he heard the diaper crinkle with every move he made. He climbed into bed and rolled onto his stomach. Timmy was lost in his own private paradise, he fantasized of being diapered by the grown up Melissa, and as he did, he began to grind his hips into his mattress, pressing the front of his diaper hard into the bed. The enlargement throbbed and Timmy couldn’t stop himself, the feeling was too good…he wanted more and more and with every push the feeling grew more intense. Suddenly, a powerful sensation washed over his body. It began from his groin and the base of his spine, and then ran out to every part of him. He felt several spasms from the enlargement as if he were peeing in his diaper but not getting wet. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth was open, buried deep into his pillow. The spasms continued for a moment then slowly subsided. The wonderful sensation washed throughout his body and slowly faded. His alarm clock read 10:37 PM.
Timmy lay on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow, for almost a minute he lay there with a dumb grin on his face. Reality slowly returned and Timmy thought of his diaper, he suddenly had a very strange feeling of embarrassment and shame for having put the diaper on. He felt a strong need to take it off and hide it…possibly even get it out of the house. He shifted his weight, the enlargement was still present but it felt extremely sensitive to the touch. As Timmy moved the diaper pressed back against the enlargement and sent a slight chill down his spine. He rolled over and quickly unfastened the diaper tapes. As he opened the front of the diaper he now realized that there was a warm wet sticky spot near the top front of the diaper…it had happened again. Timmy didn’t know exactly what had happened but it defiantly had something to do with his new feelings and the embarrassing enlargement. Timmy realized that the enlargement was now returning to normal size…slowly but surely it went away.
He slid the diaper out from underneath him and folded it up. As he got out of bed again he noticed that he was also a bit sticky in his private area. Timmy used some Kleenex to wipe himself clean and dropped them in the trash. He then returned the diaper to its hiding place. Tomorrow he would need to find a way to get it into the trash and out of the house. He pulled his pajama bottoms back up and climbed back into bed. He still felt sensitive down below so he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, wondering about what had just happened.
After a while his feeling of shame started to turn to curiosity…he thought about what had just happened, and how wonderful it felt. Eventually his thoughts even turned back to the fantasy he had been having about the grown up Melissa putting him in a diaper. The embarrassing enlargement began to return and Timmy smiled. He wanted to do it all over again. After a moment of thought, some strange form of common sense came over him and he realized he only had one clean diaper left. He didn’t want to waste both of the diapers in one night.
Timmy debated with himself about repeating the whole process over again…he eventually fell asleep. Tonight he did not dream of Melissa, he dreamed of being naked in front of his entire class at school…the girls were pointing at him and laughing. Timmy looked down at his dream self and realized he was not naked and in fact wearing one of the diapers from his closet. His embarrassing enlargement poked out like a tent from the front of the diaper. Timmy tossed and turned in his sleep, the dream eventually faded into a different dream.
Across the street Melissa Winters lay in bed sleeping. She dreamt of Timmy again, this time the two children were playing in the basement playroom of her house. They were having a water balloon fight. Melissa giggled as Timmy hit her square in the front of her pants with a large water balloon. The water spread all down the front of her pants, it felt warm. Beneath her covers, Melissa’s diaper grew warm wet and thick as her bladder emptied itself. Her bedside clock read 10:37.
Linda lay in bed smiling at her ceiling again. She had just finished enjoying herself only moments before. Her diaper was soaked as usual and she would soon be lost in her own dreams. She wondered about Timmy and Melissa…wondered if they would ever experience the pleasure she found from wearing diapers. Her clock read 10:38.
Late that night Linda dreamed of babysitting for Timmy and Melissa. She had both children in a well decorated nursery, each lay on giant changing tables. Both Timmy and Melissa were older, fully matured. There was another girl in the room, helping Linda with her charges, but Linda could not identify the girl. Both Timmy and Melissa smiled at Linda as she prepared to diaper them. Eventually the dream faded away.
End of Part One….
Melissa, Timmy, Linda, Oliver…and others will return in “Part Two” Coming soon.


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omg great story i loved every part


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very good but the next time ur gonna make a story that long give it pages not just 1


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2 years later and this is still the best story to not be finished Just wish it wS continued


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thequeen24lb link=topic=659.msg44697#msg44697 date=1296416209:
2 years later and this is still the best story to not be finished Just wish it wS continued
This is complete there was a sequel but i belive it got lost in one of the crashes this board had also note the date the author give '06 so its not likely that we’ll see it anytime soon if the author even still has it. If you want something similar try Hailey’s Issues (forget the author’s name) or Mollly’s Deep Dark Secret (Tekabelll)


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Thx 4 the suggestions I’ll read em but I just really loved this story outta the 2 many stories I read


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Hello All,
I have chapters 1-5 from the sequal, I will post them here.
I don’t know if there are any more chapters.
babymike


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Thanks Kita, I do appreciate that.
I don’t mind it being posted, I had always thought that it was floating around somewhere on the internet. In any case, I’ve said this in the past to others who have asked: I discontinued the story because I just felt that the direction part 2 was going in was turning into a sex fest and just wasn’t appropriate for the forum. In that same respect, I also got to a point where I felt uncomfortable writing it. I felt that to continue part 2 would have wrecked what many have told me (when speaking about the original) was one of their favorite diaper stories.
I haven’t written anything in ages as I’ve had a horrible stint of writer’s block. One day I hope that I can finish “The Banyon Sisters” as I really did enjoy writing that one. Perhaps someday. I’ve been doing a lot of reading recently which I’m hoping might spark my own creativity at some point. But until then, I do enjoy reading other’s stories on this Forum, there is some good talent here and it’s always fun to see what people come up with.
-Lizzy


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That’s understandable Lizzy, though I do have a question (just the 1): Did something happen to Oliver in the second installment that made him stop teasing his sister about her need for diapers? Even if it’s a different matter like if he lost an eye, she could say something like “no more fun and games” given the old saying “It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye”; that’s merely an example.


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Kaidus4ce link=topic=659.msg67454#msg67454 date=1458531513:
That’s understandable Lizzy, though I do have a question (just the 1): Did something happen to Oliver in the second installment that made him stop teasing his sister about her need for diapers? Even if it’s a different matter like if he lost an eye, she could say something like “no more fun and games” given the old saying “It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye”; that’s merely an example.
You know you’re replying to a 5-year-old post, don’t you?


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Give them some credit. They asked a legitimate question, and the author may not be a daily visitor, but at least is a semi-regular one


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In this case, it helped me find a story I didn’t know I’d like. Not love, but it’s cute, it’s got charm and there is more than a little effort put in so idk… is it enough to make me reconsider my opinion on graveyarding? Probably not but this is certainly a good argument for that.


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I think the question of thread necromancy is best reviewed on a case by case basis. For the general boards, a rule of no probably works. For the story threads where else should the post go? If it relates to the story, then it might as well be placed with the story, which may involve necromancy. Stories worthy of a necromancy post are probably good enough for the bump to help a newer person find a good story or to remind someone of a story they like and had forgotten about. If it isn’t worthy, then it probably won’t get the post, except by mistake.


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By all means, in the completed section, I don’t find necrobumps to be a big issue. Reason I said something was because he seemed to be asking an earnest question. It hadn’t occurred to me that Lizzy does actually pop in here from time to time.


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WBDaddy link=topic=659.msg67563#msg67563 date=1458909614:
By all means, in the completed section, I don’t find s to be a big issue. Reason I said something was because he seemed to be asking an earnest question. It hadn’t occurred to me that Lizzy does actually pop in here from time to time.
That was why I pointed out she does
And for the general discussion about thread necromancy. Honestly, it’s done more good than harm in the story forums, so with the exception of the Archive forum (which is pretty pointless to reply in on so many levels…) it’s generally okay. The other forums though? Yeah, mostly useless and a bad idea. If it wouldn’t screw with the thread lists I’d just force close any topic that hasn’t been posted in for 800 days.


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Renko Yanagi link=topic=659.msg67569#msg67569 date=1458938700:
If it wouldn’t screw with the thread lists I’d just force close any topic that hasn’t been posted in for 800 days.
Why not just move them to Archives?


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WBDaddy link=topic=659.msg67572#msg67572 date=1458941813:
Why not just move them to Archives?
Because while there is such a forum, it’s not for the purpose, and quite frankly it’s far easier to write a script that calculates an 800 days in the past UNIX timestamp and lock all topics whose last updated timestamp is older.


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Did I make a boo-boo?


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Kaidus4ce link=topic=659.msg67593#msg67593 date=1459042965:
Did I make a boo-boo?
Nah, you’re good.


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can someone point me to the 5 chapters that are in the sequel?
thanks!


This was pretty great. I love how consistent you were. Personally I was hoping in the final chapter Linda would slip up and wet herself from having too much confidence in her holding techniques. Or maybe bring a laugh by adding an extra scene where Linda inadvertently slipped herself a laxative in her own drink (forgetting she ever had any left) and messes herself in front of one or all of the kids.
But all in all a great story. Kept me intrigued all the way through
Just one question…
DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE??? Please send a link if it’s not on this site ?