[i]I tell myself stories when I am going to sleep, and act out the principal character in my head. This story is one that progressed from just a few scenes to a whole story, so I took the time to write it out. Some parts are based on childhood occurrences, some parts are based on childhood fantasies. The original story had a few sex scenes, but I edited these out or reduced them greatly in case they are out of place on this forum.
I am English, so my spelling and choice of words may differ, although I have used the common terms of diaper instead of nappy and pacifier instead of dummy etc.
No story is ever everyone’s cup of tea, but I hope some people will enjoy it. Criticism is welcomed, I often miss typos and have no-one to proof read.
The story is complete, but at 97,000 words it will take me some time to copy and paste it, and there may well be sections I still wish to edit.
Melody Bright gave a happy little wriggle of contentment as she sat in her small hard plastic school chair, elbows resting on the table in front of her and chin cupped in her hands. She could feel her diaper, soft and comforting, under her school uniform. Mrs. Davies, the class teacher, was calling out the register on this, the first day of the new summer term. She reached Melody’s name on the list, and as she read it out she looked expectantly at the little girl who was gazing at her with big brown eyes.
Melody stood up, as each child was expected to do when his or her name was called at morning register. “Present, Mrs. Davies,” Melody replied, in a quiet but happy voice. She smiled shyly at Mrs. Davies, who had taught her the previous term, when she had started school part way through the school year, and Mrs. Davies gave her a quick smile back before moving on through the register.
Mrs. Davies thought back to the beginning of the previous term, which had been the start of the spring term. The other children in the class had started school together, moving up from Reception at the same time and all being part of the same class from Year One and the again for Year Two. On that day Melody had sat with tears in her eyes, not speaking a word to anyone. Her name was early on in the alphabet, so it wasn’t long before she was expected to stand up and answer. When she hadn’t moved from her chair the classroom assistant had come over to Melody and quietly told her that she needed to stand up when her name was called for the register each morning, even if she didn’t feel brave enough yet to answer.
Melody had slowly stood up, head hanging down, and large wet patch on the back of her skirt and on her chair, and a puddle under her chair. The other children in the class had giggled and pointed and whispered to each other “Urgh, she’s wet herself!”
Melody Bright, seven years old and starting school for the very first time, had wet herself.
At a nod from Mrs. Davies the classroom assistant, Miss James, took Melody by the hand and led her to the nurse’s office. The lower part of her uniform was soaked. Melody wouldn’t stop crying even when she had been washed and put into the clean, dry clothes that mummy had left with the nurse. In the end her mummy had been called to the school to take her home, with the hope that she could have a fresh start the next day.
Mrs. Davies had given the other children a gentle lecture on being kind to other people, and how scary some children found the first day in a new school. They had all come back to the same school, having done Reception, Years One and part of Year Two there already, but Melody was new to the school. “I hope you’ll all be kind to Melody,” she had said to them. “Imagine how you would feel if that had happened to you at your first day in a new school. I don’t want anybody teasing Melody about it, or even mentioning it. And I hope she will find some friends among you very quickly, as I know what a lovely class you are.” She smiled at them and said no more about the subject. Tomorrow would be a new day, and she was sure that Melody would soon settle in and have no more problems.
Melody, as she lay in her bed that night, congratulated herself on avoiding the first day of school. She had been home educated for the first two school years, and had wanted to carry on with that. Her mummy had thought it would be better for her to start going to school to mix with other children. She had taken part in other activities, like dance class and Rainbows, but she was a quiet child, and not fond of talking to any adults apart from her mummy and Joy, so mummy had decided that she needed to be finally taken out of her comfort zone and enrolled her in the local primary school ready for the start of the new school term.
“School won’t be so bad”, thought Melody, “when I can wear my diapers. I don’t want to only wear them sometimes at evenings or weekends, I want to be able to wear them lots and lots, like I always have done”.
Melody Bright didn’t need diapers. She had perfect control of her bladder and bowels, and she didn’t wet the bed. She just liked wetting herself, whether it be in panties or diapers. Personally she had liked wetting her panties better, but mummy preferred her to use diapers when she wanted to play her Wetting Game as it was less messy and easier for mummy to clean. Melody didn’t mind. Diapers were fun too. Besides, mummy had made her special fabric ones that could be washed and re-used. Mummy said that was ‘environmentally friendly’, and that with the amount of diapers Melody got through it wasn’t right to use disposables and keep adding to the landfill. Melody didn’t really understand all of what that meant, but she did know that the diapers mummy had made for her were really soft and comfortable, and despite being fabric they didn’t leak as they had a special lining. They also didn’t make a crinkly noise like disposable diapers, so she could wear them under her skirts and dresses without anybody knowing they were there.
She didn’t wear them out of the house very often, only when mummy had given special permission, and mummy expected there to be no ‘accidents’ when she was out of the house in her regular panties. Those were the rules of her ‘Wetting Game’, as she called it. But she and mummy were happy staying in a lot of the time. They would pop out for shopping or to go to the library, or for Melody to go to one of her clubs, but they had a snug little house with a large private garden that no-one could look into, and most of the time they were happy to stay at home and be by themselves.
Melody knew that liking to wet herself wasn’t ‘normal’, and by instinct she never mentioned it to any of the other children at the clubs she went to. She also knew that she and mummy weren’t quite the same as everyone else who lived in the village. She looked a lot like mummy. They both had curly light brown hair and darker brown eyes. Both of them were slim, and quite tall. She didn’t know if she looked anything like daddy, because she had never met him. Mummy said he liked travelling, and had set off to explore the world before he knew mummy was expecting a baby. Mummy hadn’t heard from him since he left, but she was sure that he would be back one day, and would be delighted to know he had a daughter. Melody wasn’t so sure. She was seven, and that seemed to her like a very long time for someone to be travelling around the world. But mummy said that daddy was a lovely person, and mummy was always right about things like that.
Melody also liked the same type of clothes and colours as her mummy, Mara.
Mara Bright was what the locals called ‘a bit of a hippy’, which was true. She looked much too young to have a seven year old daughter, with her brightly coloured, flowing clothes. She didn’t wear make-up, but in the summer would wear fresh flowers in her hair. Melody liked the same bright, fresh colours, and preferred sun dresses and gypsy style skirts to jeans or leggings.
Mara hadn’t expected to be bringing up a child single handed, but she had fallen pregnant at twenty. It was a couple of weeks after she had said goodbye to her friend and occasional lover, Joe, that she had realised she was carrying his child. She had never thought of not keeping the baby, but was worried about whether she would be a good parent. She wasn’t into drugs, or festivals, much preferring walking through the woods or paddling in a river, communing with nature. Being a parent meant being much more in a routine, but she was already in love with her unborn child, and if that meant being more conventional in her habits, then that was how it would have to be.
Mara had rented the small house with the big private garden in a village well away from her roots. She had no family ties, her parents having emigrated to Australia when she was eighteen. She had been invited to go with them, but was happy staying in England. They hadn’t been a particularly close family, as Mara was so different from her parents, who were both semi-retired professionals who had come to parenthood late in life, but they stayed in touch via Skype and emails a few times a year. There were no other close relations, so Mara and Melody meant the world to each other.
Melody had been a sweet baby, walking and talking at the average times, smiling happily whenever she saw her mummy, turning shyly away from strangers and burying her face in mummy’s clothes, crying as much as any baby needed to cry. Mara did start to worry when at three years old Melody wasn’t properly potty trained. She could sleep through the night without wetting, but would then sit in her cot and play with the padding of her diaper, chuckling happily as she wet herself before mummy had had a chance to sit her on the potty. Mara tried putting her in ‘big girl panties’ during the day, in the hope that feeling wet panties would encourage her to ask for the potty when she needed to pee, but Melody would just squat down, knees apart and shout “Wee wee” Wee wee!" as she watched her panties grow wet and the pee trickle down to form a puddle on the floor. She never pooped herself, though, always going and fetching the potty when she needed to use it. Mara was worried that this wasn’t normal, and sought the advice of her GP. Melody was examined, and the GP chatted to her to asses her communication skills, and the conclusion was that it was ‘just a phase, and she’ll grow out of it’. Mara wasn’t so sure, but when Melody was still wetting herself at four years old Mara decided against going back to the GP. It seemed that it was just something that Melody enjoyed, and if Mara told her she wasn’t to pee in her panties when they went out anywhere, then Melody would obey. She also told Melody that there were only certain rooms that she was allowed to wet herself in, as they were easier to keep clean, and again Melody would obey. So Mara knew that there wasn’t a physical problem, it was just one of Melody’s ‘quirks’, along with refusing to give up breast feeding.
Mara had breastfed her daughter from day one, and loved the feeling. She didn’t experience the pain or discomfort that some mothers felt, it was purely a pleasurable experience, and so Melody was still being breastfed at two years old. Mara thought she might grow out of it as she grew more independent, but often through the day Melody would break of from her playing and toddle up to Mara to sit on her lap and suckle. Mara was worried that she was making it too easy for Melody to do this, as her own ‘quirk’ was for being naked as much as possible. She had never enjoyed wearing clothes, and could remember many a struggle with her own mum as a young child when she wanted to take off her clothes at times her mum thought it best that she should be dressed. Since having her own place she had spent as much of her time without clothes on as possible, for which reason she had found a house with such an enclosed garden.
Whilst Melody was so young she carried on being naked as much as possible, deciding that if her daughter started to get embarrassed by her nakedness then she would cover herself up. Melody, however, had never had any sort of self-consciousness about either herself or her mummy not wearing clothes. She knew they would put on clothes if they went out of the house or had visitors at the house, but she enjoyed being clothes free just as much as mummy, except for the fact she always wanted her panties on so that she could pee in them.
Mara worried that having her breasts available so easily might be hindering Melody from giving up the breast feeding. She started wearing a kimono style robe around the house, thinking that if Melody couldn’t see her breasts she would carry on with what she was doing rather than coming to suckle, but Melody would come over anyway and pull the robe open saying “Silly mummy, clothes boring!” then promptly sit on Mara’s lap to feed. How could Mara object and push her daughter away? Melody was a calm and happy child, and Mara was sure that this was down to the close bond they had. If Melody fell and grazed her knee, or bumped her head, her tears were soon stopped if she could have her ‘booby’. And she slept through the night each and every night, after her ‘night night feed’. If Melody wasn’t ready to give up, then Mara wouldn’t force her. At three years old Melody was still breast feeding every morning and bedtime, with ‘comfort’ suckles during the day. At four she still had the same routine. Mara’s milk had started to dry up, but Melody still wanted the comfort of the routine. She was old enough to have a basic conversation with now, so Mara sat Melody on her lap and tried to discuss some of the issues with her in a way she would understand.
“Melody, sweetheart, do you think you need to suckle mummy’s boobies now that you’re a big girl?”
“Yes. I like it.”
“But mummy doesn’t have milk in her boobies anymore. Would you like me to get you a special cup to drink your milk from instead?”
“No. Want your boobies, not a silly cup”.
“But big girls have to stop feeding from their mummies boobies at some time.”
“Me not big, me still wet panties.”
“I know, darling, but those aren’t accidents, are they?”
“No, but I like wetting my panties”.
“But you know that you are only allowed to do that as a game. You can only wet your panties when mummy says you can, and in certain places.”
“I know. I like it.”
“If you keep wetting your panties you might have to start wearing a diaper again.”
“I like panties. I like wetting my panties.”
“But you’re a big girl, sweetie, and you need to stop wetting your panties, and think about giving up mummy’s boobies. Mummy has lots of washing and cleaning to do, and you make a lot more when you wet yourself so much.”
Melody snuggled in closer and smiled sweetly up at her mummy.
“Ok, me wear a diaper then.”
“That’s not what I meant, sweetie. Diapers are for babies, the same as boobies are for babies.”
Melody just snuggled further down and latched on to Mara’s breast, sucking contentedly. Mara sighed. Perhaps Melody just wasn’t old enough to understand yet. Or perhaps she just enjoyed acting like a baby. She didn’t act like a baby in any other ways – her language skills were getting better every day, she played with age appropriate toys, she could understand the rules that Mara had set for her ‘Wetting Game’. Besides, Melody was her only child, she might not have the chance to have another baby, and what harm would it do to let her breast feed a little while longer?
As her fifth birthday approached Melody was still insistent on her breast feeding routine. The daytime suckling was much less frequent, maybe once every two or three days now, but she still had her morning and evening ‘feeds’ despite there being no actual milk. Mara had tried to see if she would settle with a pacifier instead, but Melody was having none of it. Mara was secretly relieved. She didn’t like seeing older children with pacifiers, and it would be too easy a habit for Melody to slip into. Melody never asked for the breast in front of anyone else. She might have done had she not been so shy, but she avoided other adults as much as possible. Mara had decided to home educate her for a while, as she thought school might be too much for Melody’s shyness to cope with. She hoped to get her more used to other people in this time, so that she could start school the next year.
Melody didn’t realise she was due to have started school, but Mara explained to her how other children her age were starting to go to school, and said that she could go if she wanted to. Just the suggestion sent Melody into a meltdown. Mara had to spend a long time comforting her and reassuring her that she didn’t have to go if she didn’t feel ready. Her nearly five year old daughter was finally calmed down, but the only way to get her thoroughly calmed was to let her suckle at her mummy’s breast. Her nearly five year old daughter was also wearing a diaper. Melody had carried on playing her ‘Wetting Game’, but Mara had insisted on her wearing diapers for it now. She stuck to the same rules as to where and when she could play the game. Melody had hoped that she could wear the diapers all of the time, rather than just as set ‘play’ times, but Mara had put her foot down. Melody was allowed to play her ‘Wetting Game’, but she was still only allowed the play it when mummy said it was ok. The rest of the time she had to wear her panties and make sure there were no accidents.
Mara kept Melody at home when the other four year olds in the village started the Reception class at the local village school that September. She had told the authorities that she would be home schooling her daughter. Lessons were simple, with no set routine, but Melody was a child who was interested in learning, was quickly learning to read and write and add up. She asked many questions, and Mara would take her to library to get books on many interesting topics.
The next year, Year One, Mara kept Melody away from school again. She wasn’t ready for school yet, still wanting her mummy’s breast, even if there was no milk to be had. She was still wetting herself when possible, and still happily wearing diapers some of the time at home. She gave no sign of being fed up of being diapered, and wet herself several times a day when in panties, still revelling in it.
She was getting older, though, and led quite a solitary life. Mara made the decision as the next school year approached that she would put Melody into a strict routine for lessons, and take her out to get her used to meeting people. She cried and wet herself when Mara made her talk to most other adults. She needed to be able to deal with meeting teachers and other adults before she could start school. Hard work in the autumn term would enable her to start school, joining the current Year two, in the New Year.
That September Mara sat six year old Melody on her lap again to discuss how she would be educated at home.
“Melody, sweetheart, we need to set some rules for how you have school lessons at home.”
“Okay. Can I wear my diapers for them?”
“No, darling. You wouldn’t be able to wear your diapers if you went out to school, so you can’t wear them during lessons at home.”
“But no-one would know I was wearing them.”
“I’d know, sweetie. And lesson time isn’t play time, and you wearing diapers is a game, so you’re not allowed to wear them when you are having your lessons.”
“You know the rules, sweetie. It’s an unusual game you play, and if it makes you happy then I’ll let you play if for as long as you want, but you have to stick to the rules.”
Her daughter snuggled closer to her mummy and sighed.
“Okay, mummy. But I’d rather be playing than doing lessons.”
“I know, sweetheart. I was the same at your age. But we need to get into a routine. You know what a routine is, don’t you.”
“Yes. It’s doing things at a certain time on a certain day, like dance class.”
“That’s right. Well, you know I’m allowed to teach you at home rather than make you go to school, but the law says you have to have a certain amount of lessons a day. That’s the rules, the same as you have rules for your game. Do you understand?”
“We need more of a routine now, like they do at school. So I was thinking that we would have lessons in the mornings, and that will be on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursday and Fridays. We won’t have lessons at the weekends.”
“What about Wednesdays?”
“Clever girl, to have noticed I missed a day out,” Mara smiled gently down at her daughter. She knew Melody wouldn’t like what she had planned for Wednesdays. “On Wednesdays we go out and meet new people.”
Melody stiffened, Mara could feel her tenseness. Melody was still averse to meeting new people.
“It will be alright, sweetie. But you have to get used to talking to new people, especially grown-ups. You talk to your ballet teacher, and your Rainbows leaders, and I know it took you a long time to get used to them, but now we need to work hard at meeting other new people too. So we’ll go to lots of different new places, and if you try really hard and manage to talk some the people I ask you to talk to, then you’ll get a special reward.”
“What reward?” asked Melody. It would have to be something pretty special to make her talk to other people, she thought to herself. She didn’t have lots of toys, as she played more with her paints and crayons than dolls or cars. She liked books very much, but mummy was always buying her new books, so they wouldn’t be a special reward. Melody looked at mummy with enquiring eyes, and Mara was pleased to see that she had sparked her interest.
“The special reward will be that if you interact with, that means talk to, new people on a Wednesday, then you will be allowed pantie time for your wetting game for two afternoons a week, and for those two afternoons you can wet as much as you like and not get told off.”
Melody gasped with delight. That would be worth working for. She loved peeing in her diapers, but mummy kept telling her off when she wet in her panties. She loved the hot feeling as the pee came out and spread around the fabric. It still felt nice and warm in her diaper too, but the wetness soaked away too quickly for her liking. She also liked watching the pee come out, seeing it trickle down her legs, or stream into a puddle, depending on how she was sitting or standing. It was so exciting to think she would be able to play like that without being told off, she wriggled with delight and hugged her mummy.
Mara was pleased at the reaction.
“There’s my good girl. I can see you earning your reward every week,” she said, smiling at her little daughter, who sat in her lap looking like an angelic child, with her curls cascading down to her shoulders, and her sparkling eyes. “On two afternoons a week we’ll do creative lessons, painting and music, things like that. On the other afternoons you can, if you have earned your reward, spend the whole time from after lunch until just before dinner, playing your game. Would that be good?”
“Oh yes!” Melody bounced up and down happily. “Will you wash me down and change me into clean panties, like you did when I was a little girl, mummy?”
“I will, darling. What I thought was this. Mummy will spend the first hour of your play time in her own room, as sometimes mummies like to be on their own to play games too. You can have lots of fun in that time, and when mummy comes downstairs she’ll take the wet panties off her baby girl and wash her clean, and dry her off and put clean panties on. I’ll have a big pile of special panties ready for those afternoons. Would you be happy with that, if mummy had an hour to play her own games on those afternoons too?”
“Yes, yes, I’d really, really, really like that,” smiled Melody. Oh, the thought of being washed clean and changed into dry panties after having had the fun of wetting herself – she couldn’t wait for lessons to start! And she would still be allowed diaper time in the evenings and weekends, and maybe at other times too. Life couldn’t be any better for her just then.
The lessons started the next week. Mara got Melody to help her to draw up a weekly timetable, so that Melody could keep track of her ‘reward’ days. If she was good at interacting with people on a Wednesday, she would be allowed to play her game on the following Thursday and Monday afternoons. On the first Monday afternoon, before Melody had had a chance to earn her reward, mummy set the work table with lots of paints, glitter, sequins and glue and all sorts of other lovely craft items so that Melody could decorate around the edges of her timetable. It was a fun thing to do, and she spent lots of time arranging and re-arranging things around the edges before gluing them into place. Mummy was also working in the same room, at another table. She had set her sewing machine up, and had a big pile of soft white fabric and some rolls of lace edging. Mara often made clothes for herself and Melody, so Melody was used to seeing her mummy sitting and sewing, and didn’t take much notice of what she was working on. The afternoon passed quickly, and both were satisfied with their handiwork by the time it was time to clear up for dinner.
The morning lessons were fun for Melody. Mara knew how to introduce Maths and English and other subjects into everyday life, so a lot of the time Melody didn’t realise she was being taught a specific lesson and thought she was just having fun.
Mara had said that panties must be worn for lessons, and kept dry. Melody just thought of her two reward afternoons a week – she could keep dry in her panties during lessons when she knew she would be having lots of time to play her game on those afternoons.
On the first Wednesday Mara decided to make the meeting of new people an easier task to start with. Melody had been quiet when she got up, and had spent longer than usual at her mother’s breast. Mara knew she was worried about the day, and didn’t want to upset her too much. Melody, on the other hand, wasn’t too worried. She had been quiet because she was thinking how important today was. If she did well she would get her ‘reward’. She mustn’t fail! She was naturally a shy little girl, but not to the extent that her mummy thought. She didn’t like meeting other adults much, and had found when she was little that if she turned away and buried her head in mummy’s clothes then mummy would hug her tight, and reassure her that she was safe. She would be calmed with suckling at her mother’s breast, and if she peed herself mummy put it down to fright, not her game.
As she had grown older she would still turn away and bury her face in mummy’s clothes, but she was too old now to be allowed her ‘booby’ in public, that had stopped when she was still quite young. She could, however, still get away with occasionally wetting her panties just a little bit, and saying it was a genuine accident because she had been scared. She knew it was naughty to lie like that, but she liked her game so much, and it didn’t hurt anyone, and mummy was always so kind to her afterwards, that she couldn’t possibly give it up.
Melody was so well behaved in other ways, and Mara had never caught her telling a lie. In fact, she was amazed at how honest her little daughter was if she broke something by accident or did something that she thought afterwards might have been naughty. She would go up to Mara, and with a trembling lip and tears in her eyes she would say that she had been a bad girl, and tell of what she had done. So when she acted terrified if a strange adult stopped to say hello to her and mummy, why would Mara not believe that she was genuinely scared? And that if she peed a bit in her panties that it was not really an accident?
Melody was learning the art of manipulation from a young age, but to her it was worth it to be able to play her game. She didn’t know that what she was doing was manipulative, just that she was able to arrange things to get her own way. These Wednesdays were a new challenge. She had to pretend that she was more scared of grown-ups than she really was, but at the same time pretend that she was being brave by talking to them when asked to do so. It was quite a task for a six year old, so naturally she was quieter than usual, as she was having to think very hard.
She was snuggled up next to mummy in mummy’s big bed. She wasn’t usually allowed to be at her mummy’s breast in her bed. Normally mummy insisted that they sat in her nursing chair. The chair wasn’t so comfortable for Melody now, and Mara had been hoping that as her position was more awkward as she grew bigger, that she would decide not to bother with her morning and evening suckling. Being allowed to suck at mummy’s booby in her big bed and in such a comfortable position was a rare treat, but Mara had felt sorry for her little daughter that morning. Melody was so comfortable that she had suckled for far longer than usual.
“Come on, sweetie, time to stop now, or you’ll make mummy’s nipple sore.” Mara gently eased Melody away from her.
“Can I go on the other booby please mummy?” asked Melody. She knew the answer would be ‘no’, but it was worth a try. Melody was allowed one booby in the morning, and the other at bedtime.
“No, sweetie. Save the other one for bedtime.” Came the reply. “Now, as it’s your first Wednesday, how about I let you wear your diaper when we go out? It won’t show under your dress, and I still expect you to let me know when you need to use the toilet, so that I can take it off for you. But I know you might get scared when we talk to people, so I think the diaper might be a good idea until you are used to talking to people more. Mind, now, I don’t want you weeing in it on purpose while we’re out. I’m not taking any spares, or any panties, and this isn’t part of your game. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mummy. Thank you mummy. I promise to use the toilet when I need to wee wee.” Melody hugged her mummy tight.
“Good girl. Now go and get dressed. I’ve popped your pretty yellow sundress out for you, and your yellow socks and best sandals. Don’t put any panties on, I’ll come and put your diaper on when I’ve finished getting dressed myself.”
Mara hugged her daughter back, and then gently pushed her to the edge of the bed to encourage her to go and dress herself. She felt guilty that she was making her child do things that scared her so much, but it was better to try and overcome this shyness now than to leave it any longer. She sighed, and started to sort her own clothes out. Wednesdays would be a nuisance for her, too. They would be out for most of every Wednesday, and that meant hours of wearing stifling clothes.
Melody, meanwhile, was trying not to skip with happiness as she went back to her own room to dress. Mummy would be extra gentle and kind to her today, she was getting to spend the whole day in a diaper, and although she could only do a little bit of wee in it, she could do it and not get into trouble. She slipped on her sundress, enjoying the feeling of not yet having any underclothes on under it, and pulled on her socks and sandals. She skipped around her room a bit, making the skirt of her sundress swirl out. It was fun not wearing anything under it. She wondered what it would be like to go out with just the dress on and no panties or diaper. She could understand why mummy liked not wearing clothes, it was a nice feeling, and she enjoyed it. But she liked her panties even better, when she was allowed to play her game in them.
Mara entered the room, and Melody skipped over to her.
“I like this dress, mummy. It makes me happy because it’s like wearing sunshine.”
Mara smiled down at her, then patted the bed to let Melody know it was time for her diaper.
“Come on, hop up.”
Melody climbed onto the bed and lay down. She knew it was a special day because mummy was putting her diaper on. Now that she was older mummy expected her to put her diaper on by herself when she was playing her game. She also had to take the wet ones off by herself, and wash herself down with the cloths and water that mummy left ready for her. She would then dry herself on her special soft towel, and put her next diaper on. Doing it herself wasn’t too hard, but sometimes she didn’t manage to make it fit snugly enough, and as it got heavier with the weight of her pee the diaper would slip down her hips, and sag between her legs. Melody quite enjoyed it when it was like that, and would run around the garden with it sliding lower and lower down. Then she’d stop, hitch the diaper up to her waist again, and start running around until it slipped down again. It was an odd game, but Melody was an odd child in many ways.
Today, though, the diaper needed to stay securely in place, so mummy was taking charge. It was a special treat for Melody to have mummy diaper her, although she tried not to show how happy she was. Mummy told her to lift her bottom whilst she slid the fresh diaper under her. She lowered herself down onto the blissfully cosy lining. Then mummy put some baby powder between her legs and rubbed it into where it was needed to stop her from getting sore. Next she pulled the front of the diaper up between Melody’s legs and made sure it was fitting snugly around the tops of her legs. She joined the strong Velcro fastenings, making sure the diaper was fitted closely around Melody’s waist, but not too tight. Mara’s diaper design was cleverly done with elastic through the front and back waist sections. The Velcro fastenings would hold securely, and if Melody needed the toilet the diapers could be pulled down, rather than having to be undone. It was cosy and comfortable, and Melody would have liked to pee into it right there and then, but knew that she would be risking her reward if she did that.
“Thank you, mummy,” she said, as Mara helped her up from the bed.
“There’s my good big girl,” said Mara. “Time for breakfast, then a quick trip to the toilet, and we can be on our way.”
It was hard to eat breakfast when Melody was so excited about going out in a diaper, and the reward that would follow if she did well. Mummy thought that her slow eating was because she was nervous, so didn’t force her to eat what she didn’t want. She made sure that Melody drank her glass of milk, though, and said that she had packed some snacks for if she got hungry later on.
Breakfast over, Mara told Melody to go to the toilet whilst she cleared the dishes away.
“Mummy, can I use the potty down here please?” Asked Melody. This was another thing that was a rare treat for her. Mummy liked her to use the toilet like a big girl, but Melody still enjoyed using a baby potty. She was hopeful that as this was a special day that mummy would let her get the potty out, and she was right. Mara still felt guilty that she would be stressing her little girl out a lot during the day, so she fetched the potty from the cupboard in the hall, and asked “Where would you like it, sweetie?”
“Can I sit on it in the kitchen, please, so that I can be with you while you wash up?” Melody would pee in front of mummy quite happily, she had no self-consciousness about her bodily functions. Mara would have preferred that she was a little more discrete, but she could hardly complain about Melody’s ‘exhibitionism’ when she would happily never wear clothes again herself if at all possible.
She placed the potty close to where she was working, and Melody came over and stood in front of it, bunching her dress up around her waist. Mara slipped a couple of fingers into the diaper through one of the elasticated leg openings and felt between Melody’s legs. “Just checking you have been a good girl and held it all in”, she explained to Melody. The diaper was still all dry, and Melody was relieved that she had resisted letting out an odd dribble out whilst she was eating.
“I’m going to be checking you like that at different times when we’re out on Wednesdays,” Mara explained. “I won’t let anyone see me doing it, but I want to make sure we keep on track so that you can get your rewards. But I want you to promise me, Melody, that you won’t let anyone else ever put their fingers in your panties or diapers like that. Do you promise?”
“Yes, mummy, I promise.”
Mara hugged her, and gave her a quick pat on her padded bottom.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get this diaper down so that you can have a good long pee, and I can finish the washing up, and then we’ll be all ready to set out.”
She pulled the diaper down all the way to Melody’s ankles, then steadied her as she squatted down over the potty, making sure she was well balanced before she let go. The potty was too small, but Melody refused to part with it. As she turned back to the pile of washing up she heard a tinkling sound from under Melody, and a happy sigh from her daughter.
“Mummy, I do wish I could use the potty all of the time instead of the toilet. It’s much more fun.”
“I know, sweetie, but potty time has to be a treat, because big girls use the toilet.”
Melody carried on peeing, relishing the sound and sensation. She loved being crouched over the potty, it was so much more fun that sitting upright on the toilet. Sometimes when she was allowed to use the potty as a treat, which didn’t happen so often now, she would kneel with her legs apart and the potty between her knees, rather than squatting. It made it feel different, and a bit naughty, a bit like kneeling on the floor with your legs apart and peeing, which was something else Melody liked to do when she had the chance. Today wasn’t a day to be doing that kind of playing, though. Today she had to concentrate on being shy Melody who was scared of strangers, not the Melody who like playing the Wetting Game. As she squeezed out the last little drips she sat and thought. Babies and very little girls seemed to have so much more fun that bigger girls did. But she knew that she was very lucky that mummy understood her so well and let her play her game. She didn’t think she would ever be allowed to use a potty to pee in if she had to go to school, so she would make sure she could enjoy it for as long as possible.