Melissa was curled up on the sofa reading. For once, she was reading for pure entertainment, her nose in the third volume of Lord of the Rings. Wrapped in a blanket and wearing her warm winter pajamas, she reveled in the comfort of the warmth, despite the chilly home. A tight budget and an old house brought comfort constraints to the home, which were managed with warm clothing and comfy blankets.
Melissa glanced at the wall clock, wondered when her mother would return, and asked herself if it was late enough for her to get ready for bed. Which meant, since she was already in her pajamas, getting her diaper on. She sighed, figuring it wasn’t. The way her mother had looked at her that morning when she had soaked her diaper, suggested she shouldn’t be getting too liberal with her diapers. Which was a pity, she mused, since they were so warm and comfortable, and now she felt she would like to have one on. She wondered at her mother’s “we’ll talk later”, thinking what she would have to say about her soaked diaper episode.
As her bladder pressure grew, she procrastinated her bathroom break, too lazy to get out from the blanket and out of the sofa. Suddenly, the living room wall lit up with car headlights, signaling her mother’s arrival. The familiar sounds of the car engine turning off, the car door opening and closing, and hurried steps over the sleet covered steps to the front door.
“Darn, it’s freezing”, exclaimed Janice, almost hyperventilating. “Hey honey, I’m home!”, she called out, dropping her keys laying her bag on the entrance bench.
Melissa undid the covers and got off the sofa to greet her mother. “Hey mom”, she said in a half trance voice.
Janice appeared in the doorway, shrugging off her heavy coat. “And what have you been up to, Melissa?”, asked her mother.
Janice took a look at the heavy book on the coffee table, blankets rolled on the sofa. She looked at her daughter, clad in thick winter pajamas and a wave of tenderness hit her. “All ready for bed, by the looks of you”, she commented.
Melissa shrugged at the obvious remark. “It was kind of chilly, so I got comfy. How was your evening?”
“Fun. Interesting. Relaxing… It’s nice to have a friend…”, Janice’s answer trailed, as if in a dreamy state. She came to herself, though, and looked at Melissa in the eye. “I had a great time. Now, if my eyes aren’t lying, it looks like you are missing one thing for bed, aren’t you?”, she said, rising an eyebrow.
“Missing?”, Melissa asked, perplexed. “Um, like…”, she paused, as if confirming to herself that the only one thing that was missing was her diaper, the diaper she would only put on when actually going to bed. “Um, my diaper?”, she looked at her mother, questioningly.
“Correct, darling”, said Janice, satisfied. She took her daughter by her shoulders, turned her around, and patted her bottom. “You are missing a diaper under there, so go and put one on”.
“Now?”, said Melissa, in a kind of shock. “But it’s early”, she said, glancing at the clock. “Only nine”.
“Just put one on, then we can watch some TV together, OK?”, said Janice, a bit impatiently.
“But…”, Melissa began.
“The only butt I want to see is in a diaper. So go!”, ordered Melissa’s mother, not open to arguments.
Melissa shrugged, perplexed at her mother’s insistence, and went to put a diaper on. She fished a diaper from the package, and went through the motions, opening her diaper, smoothing it out, making sure the leak guards were properly situated, then, lying frog-like on the bed, with the diaper under her bottom, squeezed a generous amount of baby powder – it was actual baby powder, not the generic type she hated – and proceeded to tape the diaper on, fixing the edges so the plastic bits wouldn’t peek out.
She felt the cool padded diaper on her, enjoying the soft material. She wondered at her mother’s sudden change of attitude to her diapers and thought it might have something to do with her earlier saturated diaper. When she had taken her pajama pants off this morning, she noticed the diaper had leaked, although she hadn’t said anything to her mother about it and put her pajamas in the hamper. Could it be that her mother thought she was really incontinent – besides her sleep-induced incontinence, that is – or was it just plain simple punishment? “Well,” thought Melissa, as she rubbed her diaper in bliss, “it wouldn’t be too much of a punishment for her”.
“Melissa! You coming?”, came Janice’s call. Melissa came down from her blissful state and put her pajama pants back on. “Coming!”, she called out, as she shuffled out of her bedroom.
Janice looked up from the sofa to see Melissa coming down the stairs, diaper clearly poking out of her pajama pants and a telltale crinkle that proved her daughter’s diapered state.
“Do you mind…?”, asked Melissa’s mother, pointing the TV remote to a random Gilmore Girls episode.
“Sure, whatever”, she said, snuggling under the offered portion of the blanket her mother had been holding up. Gilmore Girls reruns was the eternal thing to watch when they weren’t in a mood for a movie, just chill out and cuddle, mother and daughter.
Melissa kind of compared herself to Rory, the Gilmore daughter, even their private school uniform were similar, although she doubted that Rory had an issue with diapers. There is a thought, Rory in diapers. Melissa chuckled.
“What’s that, hun?”, asked Janice, curious at her daughter’s outburst.
“Nothing, just thinking about Rory and I are kind of similar”
“Except for the diapers”
“Mom!”, exclaimed Melissa, embarrassed.
Her mom just laughed, and hugged Melissa tightly.
Bedtime was as usual, although with her diaper already on the process was simpler, just brush her teeth, slip off her glasses and snuggle under her blankets. Suddenly, Melissa’s bladder tensed up, and she remember not going to the bathroom when she had first felt the need to earlier. But then her mother had arrived and distracted her from it. With a sly smile, Melissa slipped her hands under her pajamas feeling her diaper, let loose, and peed herself, enjoying the increasing heat issuing from her diaper. Relaxation and sleep came so much easier this way.
Melissa woke up to the feeling of a cold clammy diaper and a desperate need to pee. During the night she had pulled her pajama pants off due to the heat emanating from her diaper. Also, it had felt like her mother might have turned up the thermostat, so she had slept comfortably wearing no pants.
“Hey sweety, you’re awake”, said Melissa’s mother, poking her head into her bedroom. “How’d you sleep, honey? I turned up the thermostat last night, it was a bit too cold, huh?”.
Her mom seemed relaxed, in her usual Saturday morning mode. She already had a mug of coffee in her hand, and walked in to sit at Melissa’s bed. She put her coffee mug on Melissa’s desk and leaned over to kiss her daughter’s forehead.
“Morning mom. Is there coffee for me?”, Melissa said, rubbing her eyes and reaching for her glasses.
“Coffee downstairs, honey, if you want to get up”. Janice’s eyes drifted to the floor, spotting her daughter’s pajama pants. She looked at her daughter suspiciously, and quickly lifted the bed covers.
“Hey!”, yelled Melissa, in surprise.
“Thought so”, chuckled Janice. Looks like things got a little warm in the night. She smiled.
“Well, yeah, it was hot at some point…”, Melissa trailed off, self-consciously covering her wet diaper with her hands.
“It’s OK, honey. I am allowed to see you in diapers. You are my daughter”, she kissed Melissa’s forehead once more, as if reassuring her.
Melissa pulled her covers over her legs. “It’s kinda cold still”, she frowned. Her bladder was begging for release, and unwilling as she was to be pantless with her already wet diaper voluntarily exposed to her mother, she chose the alternative and as discreetly as she could she slowly released her bladder contents into her diaper. Closing her eyes, she pretended to resume her sleepy state, and inwardly she rejoiced at peeing her diaper in front of her suspecting mother.
“OK kiddo, out of bed and into the bathroom, if you want any coffee. I’ve got fresh bagels too”, her mother ordered Melissa, pulling her blankets off once again.
Melissa, who wasn’t quite finished peeing, startled herself into peeing uncontrollably and flooded the rear of her diaper.
The unmistakable hiss of the torrent of pee flooding the diaper was now obvious to Janice, and Melissa just got redder and redder as she covered her diaper with one hand, and her mouth with the other.
There was a moment of silence as mother and daughter came to terms with the issue, and finally Melissa took courage to look at her mother in the face.
“Is that accident number two in this diaper? ‘Cause it was already wet, honey”
“Um, I was about to get up and go to the bathroom when you came in, and, um, sort of distracted me. It was, like, a bit awkward to get up with, um, no pants on, so I just stayed under the blankets…”, stuttered Melissa.
Janice took her daughter’s hand and held it softly. “And was the first wetting an accident?”, she inquired gently.
Melissa shook her head miserably. “I forgot to use the toilet before going to bed, as I already had my diaper on…”
“So you peed voluntarily in bed?”
“Oh”, Janice said, thoughtful.
“Ok, go and get cleaned, and then come back here to me. You might as well have a shower, get nice and clean”, said Janice, as she helped her daughter out of bed.
As Melissa ckinkled her way to the bathroom – Janice thought she looked funny but adorable – she turned her attention to the damp spot on Melissa’s bed and made a decision.
Melissa felt her diaper sag as her mother pulled her out of bed. She felt partially humiliated, but part of her was elated at pulling that stunt off in front of her mother. It was like the second time in just over twenty-four hours. In the bathroom, she undid the tapes of her diaper and let it flop unceremoniously to the floor. She pulled her pajama top off and looked at the toilet. She decided it was unnecessary as she had already voided her bladder in the diaper, so she stepped into the shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to get hot.
A while later, Melissa emerged from the bathroom with a bath towel discreetly covering her body, and another rolled over her wet hair. When she entered her bedroom, she saw her mother was standing by her bed – stripped from its bedding – and holding… a diaper. She had already opened it and was waiting expectantly for Melissa.
“Sit down Melissa. Let’s talk”, said Janice, motioning her to the bed. Melissa sat on the bed, albeit stiffly, still holding the towel on her chest.
“I realize, honey, and I don’t know why, you have taken a liking to your diapers as of lately”. She paused, as Melissa stared at her knees as if in trance. “I’m not judging, and I love you, I want you to know that”. Melissa nodded stiffly in acknowledgement. “Since you are not contradicting me, I will assume I am correct”. Again, Melissa nodded slowly. “But you have to realize, I am your mother, and there are things I need to manage in your life so you don’t grow up in total anarchy. If there are things that need control, I need to set some rules. If there are things you want to experience, I need to nurture your experience. This liking you have is not something wrong, it looks like it’s something you want to explore, but I can’t have you peeing and leaking all over the house”. Here Melissa scowled at her mother, at the idea of her being so immature.
“Don’t look at me like that, Melissa. It is only for your good”. Melissa rolled her eyes slightly. “Yes, Melissa, it is, you know it is and I love you, I love you to bits”, said Janice, affectionately. Melissa looked up, feeling slightly guilty now. She realized she had been really childish about it. Her gaze drifted to the folded diaper in her mother’s hand, which Melissa knew had already been open. It looked sort of different.
“Now, this is what’s going to happen”, began her mother. “We are going to explore your diaper interest together, but we’ll do it right. You can call it a punishment, since you do deserve it for acting way below your age, or as an experiment”. Janice looked expectantly at her daughter.
Melissa nodded. “An experiment”, she whispered.
Janice assented. “Good. Now, I’ve noticed you seem to act very tense concerning your own nudity around me. You know you shouldn’t be, I am your mother, OK?”, she said, reaching out and lifting Melissa’s chin affectionately, directing her daughter’s eyes to her own. Melissa nodded shily. “Now, since you completely saturated your diaper – it leaked on the bed – and you loose track of the amount you pee, this is a double diaper”, she said, motioning to the diaper in her hand, “I’ve cut the flaps off a diaper and slit the plastic on it, so it acts like a booster pad. I will buy a case of booster pads, but this will do for now. This way it will be more absorbent”.
Melissa’s eyes locked on the folded diaper in her mother’s hand, apprehensive.
“Now, let’s do this quick and get it over with. Take your towel off and lie on the bed”, ordered Janice.
“Come on, Melissa, the quicker the easier”, said Janice, reaching for Melissa’s fist which held the towel around her chest tightly. Janice gently pulled her daughter’s hand away from the towel, and Melissa passively let her mother take the towel away.
She saw her mother had everything ready, including the baby powder. But there was a wet spot on her bed, from when her diaper had leaked.
Janice followed Melissa’s gaze. “Oh, right”, she said. “Better get it done on the floor”, she said, efficiently laying Melissa’s towel on the carpeted floor.
Melissa laid stiffly on the towel, instinctively covering her privates. She blushed profusely as her mother tended to her in this manner. Her mother unfolded the diaper, revealing the second modified diaper within, and laid it on the floor. “Lift up, honey”.
Melissa was at a loss, as covering her groin made her unable to support her body to lift her bottom up.
“Silly girl, you need to use your hands”, chuckled her mother. “I told you, you need to trust me, hun”, coaxed Janice.
“OK, how about I lift your feet just like a baby?”, said Janice, playfully getting a hold of Melissa’s feet and lifting her up.
“Momeeeee!”, screeched Melissa, moving her legs rapidly upwards, and instinctively splaying out her arms to stabilize her body.
Embarrassed at her childish reaction, Melissa calmed down, face red as a beet and repositioned herself on the towel.
“Woah”, said her mother gently. “Calm down, kiddo. Let’s try again”.
“Sorry”, mumbled Melissa. More submissively this time, she lifted her bottom and her mother slid the diaper under.
Melissa laid her bottom on the thick padding of her diaper, a lot thicker than she was used to. Janice quickly sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder, lifted the front and taped the diaper so it was tightly wrapped around Melissa’s waist and moved back. “There”, she said, “wasn’t that easy?”
Melissa looked down at her diaper and tried to close her legs. “Wow”, she said in amazement. “It’s… big”.
“More like thick, darling”, said her mother, conversationally, “It’s sort of tight because the diaper is a small, which would be OK for you, but with the second diaper inside it makes a bit of a squeeze. I actually think I should get you the medium ones”.
Melissa got up a little awkwardly and a bit bowlegged. Her mother was already handing her a bra, which Melissa managed on her own, then pulled on the offered sweater. She was feeling more normal now with some clothes on. Lastly, her mother offered her something else. “Since we’re staying in the house, I think it’s better to slip on these leggings, they will help hold your diaper on better, and I think you will feel more comfortable”.
Melissa looked unsure at the leggings. They sure were comfortable for lounging around the house, but the bulk of her now thick diaper would be permanently emphasized for everyone to see.
“It’s only us”, whispered her mother encouragingly, as if reading her mind. “Trust me, you’ll be OK”.
She sat on the edge of her bed and let her mother poke the legs over her feet so she could slide the leggings up. It took a bit of an effort, especially to fit the leggings over her diaper, but finally the job was done.
“OK, breakfast!”, sentenced her mother, firmly. She grabbed her mug of coffee – which had gotten cold – and coaxed her daughter down to the kitchen.