My Babysitter Says it’s Okay!

So, I had one paragraph of the sequel sitting there for months and in the last few hours suddenly had inspiration.

My Babysitter Says it’s Okay!

Chapter 1

“Honey, you know how your dad is going away for work?” mum asked at dinner one night. You looked up from the spaghetti and nodded. “Well, we weren’t originally going to do this, but I’ll be going with your dad.”

Your forehead creased in though.

“Isn’t it like, five days?” you reply, recalling what had been mentioned ages back.

“Yes,” you dad added tentatively.

You can’t imagine that you parents would leave you alone for five days. You look curiously between them, trying to figure out what is up.

“Five days babysitting would normally be expensive, but I was able to talk with Elizabeth —” your heart immediately swelled. “— and because of how much of a breeze she knows you’ll be and because she’ll also be babysitting some other kids at the same time, she was happy to do a discounted rate.”

You can’t imagine that even with a steeply discounted rate that your parents could afford five days of babysitting. It’s not even school term, so it’s not like you’ll spend eight or nine hours at school and travelling to and from it.

“That sounds… expensive,” you suggest hesitantly.

“Well, it’s only at night and Elizabeth will bring around some other kids to babysit at the same time — and Liz is just down the road from us, did you know?” You nod. “So, if there’s any trouble you can pop on over.”

“Oh,” you say,” as you think about it. That makes more sense from a cost perspective. Still, it probably wasn’t easy for Liz to arrange around all this.

Mum looks at you curiously.

“Is there a problem?” she asks with confusion.

“Nope,” you say, shaking your head. “Liz is nice.”

Better than nice. It was hard to describe what you actually felt about her.

Your parents smile at it all coming together.

“Now, Liz told me to tell you that she’s the babysitter , so don’t feel like you’re responsible for the other girls and boys she’s looking after.” Your dad nods approvingly at the relayed comment. “Of course, she’s a guest so treat her as such, but you don’t need to run around helping her look after them.”


It’s strange to be in the car with your parents packed for their trip while you are not. Even though you didn’t need to be supervised during the day, your parents still felt that they should hand you off to your babysitter, so you were spending literally less than two minutes in the car so they could say hello to Liz and confirm any last-minute details.

As you got closer to her house though you begin to worry. There was worry about what Liz might think, worry that she might have changed her mind since the month or so ago that she carefully taped up your snug nappy and let you drift off to sleep cuddled into her side. Maybe she thought you were much younger and knew the truth now? Maybe she just reconsidered, that she thought it inappropriate?

You weren’t sure as your dad brought the car to a stop and all three of you climbed out.

“Nice gig,” you dad comments. “Uni student?”

“Yes,” your mum replies.

“She must have housemates then,” your dad comments slightly wistfully.

Dad sometimes mentioned how much fun his uni days had been.

You follow your parents up to the front door and try to stand discretely to the side as your mum knocks. You can hear the voice of a child shouting something and a few moments later Liz opens the door, a small boy standing behind her looking curiously at the three of you.

“Elizabeth, it’ good to see you again.”

Liz gives you a wide smile for a moment before turning to your parents.

“It’s good to see you as well,” she replies before introducing herself to your dad. “This here is Alex,” she says introducing the little boy. “Say hello, Alex.”

“Hi!” he says enthusiastically.

You smile as Liz’s bright eyes turn to you.

“Hi Alex,” you reply.

“Any last minute changes?” your mum asks.

“Nope, we’re all good.”

Mum and dad nod.

“Just have breakfast in the morning and dinner in the afternoon with her,” mum prompts.

Liz nods

“Well, I do hope your daughter will be around more than that. She was a breeze to look after last time. She’s welcome to stay here all the time if she wants.”

You blush faintly at Liz’s reassuring words.

“Oh — that might be too much,” says mum but Liz waves her off.


After a round of goodbyes, Liz leads you into the house.

“Need anything?” she asks you.

A nappy is the first thing that springs to mind, but you don’t dare say it.

“Um — a drink, I guess?”

Alex is in front of the TV. Out of the waistband of his shorts, you think you can see a pullup. Given he looks to be less than five, it’s not that strange.

“No problem,” she replies, waving for you to follow. In the kitchen, she goes to the fridge. “Water, fruit juice perhaps?”

“Juice sounds okay.”

Liz pulls a fruit box out of the fridge, but instead of giving it to you, she wraps her arms around you in a hug. It’s nice and you quickly reciprocate. It’s comforting and you hope feverishly that she’s put you in a nappy again.

“Are you feeling okay after everything?” she asks as you separate.

Liz pulls the straw off the side of the box before inserting it for you.

“Yeah, it was — um — thanks, again, for everything. It was — it was really nice,” you say, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

Liz smiles widely, she eyes shining as she gives you the prepared fruit box.

“I’m glad. I really do like seeing you happy, sweetheart.”

You squirm slightly at her words, a light blush on your face. It does make you hopeful Liz will nappy you.

“Alex will be with us until five-thirty when his dad picks him up, then we can get some dinner. Okay?” You nod. “Then we can figure out sleeping arrangements. If you want, you can stay here; I have several beds set up in the spare room for babysitting. But your mum and dad offered to let me stay in your spare room.”

A strange thought at the idea of being babysat in an actual room Liz set up for it sounds appealing in a weird way, but —

“I didn’t bring any clothes or anything with me,” you say.

Liz laughs.

“That’s okay. How about we head on over to your place later and figure it out then?”


Liz’s smile makes your heart swell. It’s a pleasurable but a confusing mess, but almost on autopilot you hug her again. Liz rubs your back comfortingly as you do.


Liz lets you lean into her side on the couch as she taps away at her laptop. She’s doing her university work. Liz is studying chemical engineering of all things. It looks hard, with lots of chemistry and calculus. You weren’t even sure what calculus was, other than it being really hard.

“It’s not so bad when your can use software to solve it,” she explains when ask how hard it is. “But for pure math A and B , we were only allowed a graphics calculator.”

You were familiar with those and how it was expected you’d use one in school next year. Still, it sounded interesting.

“Will you still babysit when you graduate?” you ask, trying to not let your worry show.

Liz laughs.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be here,” she says, clearly knowing what you were thinking. “I might do a postgrad, so that’s more studying, but even if I don’t, I’ll probably still do some babysitting. I enjoy looking after little girls and boys like you two too much not to.”

The words make you feel warm. Even if there’s no nappy, being looked after makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

About fifteen minutes later, Liz exclaims, “Oh no, Alex! You were supposed to tell me if you needed to go to the loo.”

Liz wasn’t angry and didn’t sound too exasperated.

Looking at Alex laying on the floor, you can see a wet cuff mark on his shorts. As Liz puts her laptop on the coffee table, you shift so she can get up.

“I didn’t wanna,” says Alex as Liz pulls him to his feet.

On his front, the leaking pullup is more obvious, leaving a slight wet splotch on his t-shirt. Liz looks at you, smiling like she’s trying to not laugh. You blush, knowing what Liz is probably thinking.

“I know you don’t wanna , but your daddy wants you to potty train. So, you can’t just go in your pullups like this.”

Alex pouts but lets Liz lead him out of the loungeroom. It takes a surprisingly long ten minutes for Liz and Alex to come back. Alex is clearly in a fresh set of shorts and t-shirts. Liz takes her spot on the couch again and lets you resume your place at her side. Another cartoon later and Alex’s dad arrives to take him home.

“Now, I’ve not gotten anything for dinner for the next few days, because I thought you might like some input. So, I was thinking we can get takeaway tonight, and then tomorrow we can do a big shop together.”

“That sounds good.”

“And, do you want to have lunch with me too? I know your parents said just breakfast and dinner, but you’re welcome to be here all the time if you want, sweetie.”

Liz looks hopeful, a soft smile on her face. You wanted to anyway, but that just seals the deal.

“If it’s no bother.”

Liz laughs.

“It’s no bother sweetie.” She looks thoughtful a moment. “So how about we go get some food and then swing by your place so we can decide what we’re doing tonight?”

Liz leads you out to her car. Across the back seat are three sets of child seats. You momentarily wonder what it would be like to be in one of those again before you hop in the front seat.

“That’s — um —” you try to say.

“A lot of safety seats?” she asks with a laugh. You nod. “They are a legal requirement for everyone seven and under who aren’t at least 145 centimetres tall.” Liz sounds like she has memorized that by rote. She glances at you with a knowing smile. “And children over that age but still under that height are recommended to use them.”

It occurs to you that you may very well fit in those seats if that’s the case. You chew you lip almost tempted to ask. Again, Liz seems to know what you are thinking when she quietly laughs.

“Now, we also need to get some milk and some bread for breakfast tomorrow — and my coffee — so we’ll go the supermarket before dinner. Is there anything you fancy?”


Liz shrugs. “Pizza works for me.”

The shops were open until seven so it’s still quite busy when Liz pulls into a free spot. Just across the road from the supermarket is the pizza place.

“Lets order the pizza first then we can pop into the shops.”

Liz takes your hand as you wait for the traffic to clear. It’s slightly embarrassing but nice to be lead safely across the road. Your order doesn’t take long as Liz orders a half and half pizza and then it’s back across the road. At the other side she lets you hand free but seems to smile reassuringly at you. You wonder if she means it’s okay to keep holding her hand, but you’re not sure.

Part of you wants to go past the baby isle as some sort of subtle but deniable statement that you would like to go back in a nappy, but baby section is literally on the other side of the supermarket from the refrigerators or the bakery section. But, after grabbing a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk, it’s your lucky break when there’s a stack of nappies at one end of a nearby isles with a “ on special” sign above them.

There not the right size but you almost without thinking glance at Liz who catches you eyes with a soft smile. You quickly blush and look away — at the nappies. You’re suddenly acutely aware of the other people about.

“Come on, I forgot something else,” says Liz.

Before you even look back at her, she’s taken your hand again, dodging the shoppers milling about leading you to the other end of the supermarket.

“I didn’t press, sweetie,” she says kindly as you walk, “but I was hoping you would ask. I should have guessed you would be too nervous to ask .”

She wasn’t wrong, though you do wish she had pressed the matter. It would have been… easier if Liz have broached the topic. It was hard to say the words, that you wanted to be treated like a little girl again, to run about carefree wearing a brightly coloured nappy under your dress. It sounded so nice, but you knew it was not something you were supposed to want.

Knowing you weren’t supposed to like this, your nervousness rose as the baby isle drew near, your heart thudding away. You found yourself looking about.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” said Liz reassuringly. “No one is going to follow us about, trying to figure out if you want to be a little girl again or not.”

Liz was probably right, but it still gnawed at you.

As you reached the baby section, Liz slowed. You barely looked at the nappies before looking around again for anyone watching. It lasted about five seconds before Liz stepped around you, set the shopping basket on the ground, and put two hands on your shoulders.

She does not comment on your fidgeting, instead asking, “What ones do you want? Any type you want, consider it my treat.”

But what will the person at the checkout say when she sees Liz buying nappies with you?

“Don’t you — um — have some at home.”

“I don’t have very many in your size. My other big girl in nappies, her mum normally supplies them.”

Liz’s presence behind you is reassuring, so after several deep breaths, you manage to focus on the shelves. There are a dizzying array of options and you’re sure most are too small.

“Um — what size?”

“Six, sweetie. Though, we will have to get something bigger in the future for you. But I can order those when we have to.”

“And it’s not too much?”

Liz giggles quietly.

“I babysit because I like to. I’m babysitting you because I want to.” You’re still not sure, and soon Liz suggests options. “I can get you some pullups if you want to do it yourself.”

You didn’t . You knew that, even though that was weird. But was it any weirder than wanting nappies?

“No — um — are tapes okay?”

“Of course.”

Wanting them, but not sure what to pick, you point at a brightly coloured packet with a six on it.

“See? That was easy,” says Liz happily. Stepping around you again, she pulls the packet off the shelf. “The cartoons look pretty cute, don’t they?”

They did.

“Yeah,” you breath, as the enormity of what Liz was doing for you hit.

Liz had been right; going through the self serve, no one gave the pair of you a second glance. Once the car smelt of pizza and you were on the road home, Liz patted your leg and gave you a reassuring smile.


Letting Liz into the house, you carry the box of pizza into the lounge and leave it on the coffee table before heading to the kitchen for some plates. When you come back, you spot the bag of nappies on the sofa next to Liz. She’s looking at you expectantly.

“Want to get your nappy on now?” You glance at the box of pizza. “It will only take me thirty seconds to get you in your protection, baby girl.”

You blush and can’t help but squirm pleasurably at her words. You silently nod and before Liz takes the plants and sets them down for you.

“Lay down on the carpet then.”

It’s far from uncomfortable, but you guess with the pizza waiting, this will be quicker. Liz kneels down at your feet and tears open the packet, unfolding the nappy and setting it aside.

“Lets get your shoes off too,” says Liz, undoing your shoelaces for you.

You relax and let Liz pull your shoes off you before she folds your dress up and tugs your underwear down.

“Bum up,” she orders as she slips the padded nappy under you before folding it up and over.

Your heart is beating faster, knowing this is what you want. You wonder how long this can go on for — the whole time she’s babysitting you? You hope that, and more.

The nappy feels secure around your as she tapes you up and then pulls your dress down again. It suddenly hits you as she pulls you upright and your fall into her chest, your eyes suddenly streaming tears. Liz pats you on your back.

“You okay, sweetie?” she asks with concern.

You wetly nod into her chest and after a few moments slowly look away, looking up at her thankfully with a tear-streaked face.

“Thank you, for doing this,” you say.

Liz brushes your hair behind your ears.

“No need to thank me, sweetie.”


Chewing your pizza only five minutes later, you let the warm flow fill your nappy. It’s strange to eat and pee as you leaned into Liz’s side, but you realise it’s going to be your comfortable life for the next few days. It’s good to be in a nappy and wonderful that Liz will look after you. Only one thing remains, however: why .

“Liz… can I ask you something?”

Liz laughs.

“Of course.”

You ponder the actual words for a moment.

“Why — um — why let me do all this?”

Liz quietly sighs.

“At first?”

You nod; that was one of the questions.

“At first, you were a girl clearly in distress and I wanted to help you. I think we can both agree that a nappy was better than wetting your school uniform?”

That was right you think as you nod.

“After your other accident,” Liz continued before slipping an arm around you and squeezing comfortably, “you seemed to get more comfortable with the idea. You smiled and — truthfully — I thought you looked super cute in your nappy.”

You blush at her words. The messy nappy had been really embarrassing… but looking back, Liz may have been right about feeling okay. Liz’s words had been comforting and you began to ignore your messy nappy. It was almost fun actually looking for the key with her. Still… cute?

“It wasn’t that cute,” you quietly say.

Liz laughed again.

“Oh no, I thought it was cute. You’re a cute girl and an even cuter little girl.”

You look up at Liz disbelievingly, but her expression says everything. Her smile is reassuring proof she really thinks it’s cute. You snuggle into her side happily with the thought on your mind.

“You seemed really happy once I got you in a clean nappy.” Liz happily sighed. “And you were very affectionate.” Her arm around you tightened again. “You still are, sweetie.”

After a few minutes, you let Liz put another slice of pizza on your plate. As you eat, Liz starts talking again.

“I know a girl as big as you probably shouldn’t be in nappies, but I think you’re old enough to decide that yourself.”

“I — I want this,” you declare.

“And I’ll happily keep you dry as long as you want, sweetie.”


Eventually, you decide to spend the night at Liz’s.

Tomorrow, relatively early, a parent would drop a pair of twins off for the morning. Liz also needed to finish up some uni work. So, you grabbed some pyjamas and clothes for tomorrow (having to put undies back when your remembered) and got in the car with Liz with your wet nappy. You were already out of the driveway when you also remembered you could have sat in the back.

Liz directs you to one of the beds in the spare room. The sheets are clean and brightly covered, and taking a seat on it, it’s clearly comfortable, but there’s the crinkle of a mattress protector as you do. Liz lets you stay up another hour watching TV, before she gets you in a fresh nappy and your PJs.

“Thanks, Liz,” you say quietly as she tucks you in.

“Goodnight, sweetie — and thanks for letting me look after you.”

Liz gives you a smile before turning the lights off and closing the door.


Please check out my other work. I also have things on AO3 that I’ve not posted here, so check that out too.


If this is a separate story (which calling it a sequel implies) it’s better to post it as a separate topic. Would you like a moderator to split this into a new topic for you?


I guess?

It seems a bit cluttered.

Are you talking about the home page, or the category itself? The former is supposed to surface the most recenty updated topics, so yeah, it probably does.

if you mean the category itself, well, let me be completely honest here. If people tagged and categorized their topics properly it would help a lot. But to help some I did turn off the inclusion of topics from sub-categories in the topic listing of the main category. :slight_smile:

EDIT: Now that it’s split, you may want to update the tags, especially the status tag (the #status-unknown should be removed and replaced with the correct one :slight_smile:)

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I really like your stories. They are really cute. But I wonder if you plan to write a sequel to “The Padded Summer at your Girlfriend’s Auntie’s”. It was my favourit.

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Can’t wait to see more, I love your stories :slight_smile:


I meant in the sense that having loads of separate threads is cluttered.

Maybe. Truthfully, I’ve done basically nothing on that in ages.

Part of my thing is writing scenarios I can believe actually happening. In that story, the characters are at an age where it’s a bit less believable, so my interest in writing waxes and wanes.

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I really like this story. I prefer reading ones with the word nappy in. Thanks for sharing this story

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My Babysitter Says It’s Okay!

Chapter 2

Some time during the night you had woken with a full bladder. There was that moment’s annoyance at having to get up and go to the loo before remembering that you’re all safe in your nappy. Soon, you manage to relax and wet yourself. The wet warmth hugging you, you slip back off to blissful sleep.

The next time you wake, a hand is softly brushing your cheek.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” a soft voice calls out.

Groggily, you open your eyes to Liz smiling at you. Despite the sleepy haze, you manage to smile back.

“Morning,” you say quietly.

Snuggling more deeply into your covers, you close your eyes and try to grab a few more moments sleep.

“Nope, you’ve got to get up, sweetie,” says Liz. “I’ve got to get you all ready for the day before the twins get here.”

Liz pulls back the covers a bit, letting the cool air hit you. You squirm, blinking up at her as you grumble. But Liz is all smiles. You sit up on your wet nappy.

“Want a change right now or do you want brekkie first?”

You consider it for just a moment.

“Food first,” you reply.

“Alrighty then.”

You follow Liz into the kitchen before she says, “Take a seat and I’ll get everything ready.”

Sitting down, you can make out the outline of your nappy under your PJs. You also feel you could go again. So, as you wait you relax and wet your nappy some more. You can hear the crinkle of the plastic and feel it swell further between your legs.

Liz had a few different choices in cereal available, including your favourite, so you pour some of that into a bowl as Liz picks the healthier option.

“Good nights sleep?”

“Yep!” you happily reply.

“That’s good to hear.”

Smiling and feeling content, you start sipping on a few spoonfuls of sweet, cereal flavoured milk left in the bowl.

“The twins I’m looking after this morning are Ella and Louise,” says Liz as she stacks the things in the dishwasher. “They’re six. They’ll be here until about lunchtime, then overnight I am looking after Erica while her mum works a night shift at the hospital. So, we’ll have some free time this afternoon to do some things.”

“Sounds good,” you reply. “What can we do?”

“Well, we need to do a proper shop. Afterwards we can go do something — the movies perhaps?”

You weren’t sure what movies were on at the moment, but you like the sound of that, so you make a positive sounding hum.

“We’ll think about it,” Liz continues with a smile. “Now, lets get your ready for the day.”


Liz turned the hot water on for you, making sure the shower wasn’t too hot before leaving you to your shower. Standing in front of the mirror and seeing the top of your nappy peek up from under the waistband of your PJs makes you feel really small. Knowing Liz is there for you, it’s a nice, warm feeling, and makes you feel safe and secure.

When you’re done, all wrapped up in a towel, Liz leads you to the spare room you stayed in and sits you on the bed.

“What do you want to wear, today?”

You’re not really sure, but it sounds nice to have Liz pick for you and you’re curious what she will pick.

“Oh — I dunno,” you say unsurely, hoping she will suggest it.

“Hmm,” Liz hums. “How about I pick, then?”

You smile brightly, nodding at her. Soon Liz has pulled out a pair of denim shorts and a simple t-shirt.

“It’s going to be pretty warm today,” she tells you.

Liz is right, so the shorts make sense. But you’re worried about people seeing your nappy; your t-shirt isn’t exactly long.

“I — I’m just worried… about people seeing.”

Liz’s expression softens.

“Aww — okay, sweetie,” she says, clearly thinking. “I’ve got an idea. I’ll be back in a sec.”

Soon, Liz is back with something else.

“This is one of mine,” she says, holding the soft pink tee up. “It’s pretty big so you won’t have to worry about your nappy peeking out over your shorts.” It did seem pretty adorable. Oversized clothes were cute in a dorky way. “Don’t worry, no one will know this little girl needs her protection.”

You squirm at her description. It’s embarrassing, but it makes your feel pleasurably warm.

“Maybe we can do some shopping this afternoon too? Get you some more appropriate things if you’re in a nappy?”

“Okay,” you quickly agree.

To top it off, Liz grabs your sports bra. You don’t have loads of bust, but the sports bra is in no way shapely and almost makes it look like you’ve got none. It’s strange that after trying so hard to look bigger, Liz could erase it with some clothes choices — and to think you were enjoying it!

So, laying back on the bed, Liz quickly gets you nice and secure in your dry nappy and then helps you get your sports bra over your head. As she is pulling out a few hairs caught under it for you, you realise that normally being this naked in front of someone would be embarrassing, but Liz is so motherly that it doesn’t feel weird.

Next, she slightly unnecessarily lets you hold onto her shoulders as she holds your shorts open to step into. Doing up the button for you, they feel a bit tighter than you remember, but not uncomfortably so. Still, looking down, the plastic of your nappy sticking out of the top is obvious.

True to Liz’s words, standing in your shorts and oversized pink tee, you don’t see any particular signs of a nappy. The only possible sign is you think your bum looks slightly bigger, but you doubt anyone else knows your bum that well and the tee covers it up — mostly.

“Now, we’ve got some time, so how about I do your hair?”


You’re having fun on Liz’s game console in front of the TV when the doorbell chimes. Over your age-appropriate game, you can hear voices at the front door. There’s definitely a younger female voice, and adult’s you don’t recognise — and of course Liz. You pause the game and sit up cross-legged on your padded bum when you hear the front door close.

Two girls about half your age step into the lounge, with Liz a step behind them.

She introduces you before saying, “— and this is Ella and Louise. Say hi, girls.”

“Hey,” you greet with a wave.

The two girls are identical twins, but couldn’t look any more unidentical . One is dressed in a sundress with her hair in two long pigtails like you, and the other is dressed in a tee and shorts like you are, her hair a pixie cut. You think they both look super cute in their own different ways.

“Hi,” the more tomboyish of the pair greets with a smile. “I’m Ella.”

Her sister smiles, but less enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you three play some games together? I know that game does four players,” says Liz, her smile turning to you and the controller in your hands.

Ella joins in immediately as you switch to multiplayer, but Louise just sits and watches for a bit. You’re not sure why she isn’t as friendly. You doubt you did something, as she was unfriendly to begin with, but you don’t know why.

“Do you want to play?” you ask as you and Ella finish a round (which you won).

Louise looks hesitant before going, “ Okay ,” and taking a controller.

It’s a pretty easy morning as the weather outside heats up. Soon, Liz has refreshments for the three of you, encouraging you to drink up before returning to her laptop on her dining table. Every so often you can see her watching the three of you over the top of the screen, a pleased smile on her face.

Eventually, the milk at breakfast and the drinks start to run through you and you become aware of the need to go. In your nappy, you should just relieve yourself and be done with the tiresome business, but with Ella and Louise almost next to you, you begin to worry that they might notice the crinkle as your nappy expands or the tinkle of liquid. It seems Louise has the same idea, however.

“Gotta go to the toilet,” she says as a game finishes, getting up.

Seeing a chance, you ask Ella, “Do you want to see what’s on TV?”

She shrugs ambivalently.


So, you grab the remote and start going through the channels, turning up the volume as you do. Then, carefully listening for a sound, try to pee your nappy.

It’s not super easy like you’d hoped, your nerves getting to you. But after a few stops and starts, your peeing freely. Laying on your stomach in front of the TV, wetting your nappy feels different as the flow seems to want to go forward. You worry for a moment about it wetting the front of your shorts, but the protection does its job, absorbing your pee.

“Louise is grumpy,” says Ella as your flow begins to slow.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure what Ella is talking about.

“Louise — she hoped you’d be more girly .”

You frown.

“I am girly,” you insist.

Ella shrugs.

“Louise doesn’t think so.”

From her tone you’re pretty sure she doesn’t care, but you defend yourself anyway.

“I — I normally wear dresses and stuff,” you explain. “It’s just hot today.”

“My sister is weird about it.”

You frown slightly, wondering why.

Your nappy now warm, you try not to squirm too much as your turn to a cartoon on the TV and push the thought from your mind. Not long after, Louise is back.

Every so often, you glance at both Ella and Louise, wondering how girly or not they really were. Like, Ella looks a bit tomboy, but she’s still obviously a girl. It’s a bit unfair to say you’re not very girly just because you wore shorts today.

You glance at Ella again.

It suddenly occurs to you that after seeing Liz’s yesterday charge in a pullup and hearing about the girl slightly younger than you in a nappy, you’d just assumed most of the girls and boys Liz cares for need nappies, but glancing at Ella, you notice her underwear peeking up from her shorts. It should be obvious given Louise just went to the loo, but it only just hit you properly.

Oh well.


Over the morning, you, Ella and Louise talk (mostly Ella). Their parents are divorced and both work irregular hours, so they stay with Liz to bridge the gaps. You suspect that maybe it’s also so that their mum and dad don’t have to speak to each other.

Louise gives you a small wave and Ella a big wave when their dad picks them up. He seems busy but not mean as he rushes them out.

“I’m going to have a quick shower and then we can get you in a clean nappy. Okay?” You nod. “Then we can go and get some lunch, and do some shopping.”

Liz doesn’t take long before coming back in some casual clothes, her wet hair tied loosely back. She pulls you up off the floor by your hand and leads you to your room for a change.

“No leaks?” she asks.

“Nope,” you reply with a pop.

At least you didn’t think so. Your shorts were a bit tight though after your wet nappy swelled.

To your surprise, Liz only pulls your shorts down to your knees before changing your nappy. It’s surprisingly efficient as she slips a clean nappy between your legs and tapes you up. She stands you up before pulling your shorts up for you. Then she sits you back on the bed and gets some socks and shoes on your feet.

It’s weirdly nice to have Liz do your laces up for you.

“Now, as all girls under eight years old and one-hundred and forty-five centimetres need to be in a child seat, I think it’s best you sit in your seat today. Right, sweetie?”

Liz’s voice pleasurably teasing, you squirm. You have no desire to correct Liz — and besides, the height requirement probably was right.

“Ah-huh,” you eventually say.

Liz smiles widely.

“I should have put you in your seat last night, but we’ll definitely be using it from now on.”

You absently nod along. However, there’s a question you want to ask. You nervously chew your lip.

“Um — how… big do you think I am?”

Liz puts on a show of thinking, tapping the corner of her mouth with a finger.

“Oh — definitely not as big as you pretend to be,” she replies.

You blush, give her a shy smile. It was nice to be looked after.

After grabbing some warm weather supplies like a drink bottle for each of you, Liz leads you to the car. She opens the back, passenger side door and touches the buckles in the child seat before turning to you.

“It’s a bit toasty, but you won’t burn yourself. Now, up you get so I can adjust your seat.”

Liz holds your steady as you climb up into the back and take a seat. It’s not super comfortable however but that is quickly fixed when Liz adjusts the headrest and the straps. The seat has lots of straps; two loops that your arms go through and two more that go up between your legs over your still dry nappy. They all join together at the front with a click. The child seat feels secure as Liz backs out of the driveway, the aircon going full blast.


You’d never tried the food Liz has bought before. You couldn’t even pronounce it properly, but it was Vietnamese, consisting of a bread roll filled with various things. It was really delicious and slightly spicy. An enjoyable lunch, eating together with Liz in the shade of the tree.

“So, we can either see a movie first and then go shopping, or we do the shopping first and see a movie later tonight. We can also get you some more appropriate clothes,” Liz said as she finished hers. “We can’t leave the shopping in the car for long in this weather, and if we do the movies later it will be with Erica.” You’ve got food in your mouth so you look questioningly at Liz. Liz gives you a small smile. “The girl I’m looking after tonight,” she clarifies.

You swallow your food.

“Ohh,” you say, remembering the name. “Is that okay?”

“It’s no problem, I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to see a film with anyone else.”

You shake you head.

“Nope, that’s okay.”

Liz looks thoughtful for a moment.

“Now, I wanted to tell you about Erica.” Liz’s words seem focused. Her words are not unkind or abrasive, but you can tell it’s important, so you pay a bit more attention. “She had an accident when she was smaller, and since then she’s had to be in nappies.” Liz was sad as she explained. “She’s really sweet and really smart, but sometimes she gets really sad about being in nappies.”

You heart fell as Liz explained it. Here you were, feeling safe and secure in your nappy, feeling happy that Liz will look after you. But you never really thought about the fact that other people maybe wouldn’t enjoy it like you did, that they might not like being looked after. You also had the chance to be bigger if you wanted to, you could stop this if you really wanted it to stop.

“Will — will she always need them?” you ask, almost scared of the answer.

Liz gives you a small shrug and a sad smile.

“Maybe. The doctors think that in time and with lots of work, she can probably not need them during the day, and maybe even at night.”

You nod slowly, feeling terrible for the girl. Seeing you expression, Liz shuffles around the table and puts an arm around you. You lean into her. After a few moments, Liz makes a small exclamation.

“Lets get you cleaned up,” she says, spotting your hands.

They were only a little bit messy from you lunch, but that doesn’t stop Liz from taking a napkin and wiping them off for you, before cleaning you face too.

“Back to what I was saying,” Liz continues, smiling down at you kindly. “I was hoping the two of you might be fast friends.”

You feel warm at the idea. You felt terrible for her, and already wished to make her feel better, even thought you hadn’t met her yet. Being her friend sounded like a wonderful idea.

“Okay!” you say, your voice already sounding brighter. It seemed like a really good idea.

Liz smiled widely at you.

“Now, if you two are friends, I hope you don’t mind if I tell Erica about your nappied bottom?”

You still, a moment of panic flashing through you before you realise how silly it would be for Erica to care that you are in nappies too. Still, it will be slightly embarrassing, but that seems like nothing to make this girl feel comfortable. You squirm.

“O-okay. You can tell her.”

Liz pulls you into a hug, rubbing you back comfortingly.

“I think Erica will feel loads better if she’s got a friend in nappies too.”

You nod into Liz’s chest, making a muffled agreeable hum as you do.


Liz’s idea of more appropriate clothes was things that were more practical given your nappied state. The first were some sports shorts that you could wear over your nappy under your dress if you were worrying about it being seen, then it was several dresses in bright colours.

“How is that?” she asks as she helps you with the buttons.

It feels like something you would have worn when you were younger. They weren’t cut like the dresses you had bought as you had gotten older, trying to look older. The bright colours and rainbows accentuated the fact they were for a little girl and not someone who is in highschool.

Standing in front of the mirror, you do a small twirl, catching a glimpse of your slightly wet nappy as you. You try not to think about people seeing, telling yourself that you look so young right now that if anyone could normally recognise you, that they wouldn’t at the moment. You turn to Liz, smiling brightly.

“I like it!”

Liz smiles back.

“You look very adorable in it.”

Deciding this will soon be in the buy pile, Liz holds up another piece of clothing.

“Like the colour?” Liz asks you.

A one piece with long sleeves and legs, it’s in a strawberry red colour. You’re not sure what it is, but it looks soft.

“Yep. What is it, though?”

“Some PJs,” Liz replies before turning it around. The zipper is really long, going all the way to on leg. “It makes changes easier.”

“Oh,” you reply, blushing faintly. That makes sense.

“Want to try them?”

After a moment, you nod, taking the offered garment.

Going back to the change room, you manage to get the button on the back of the dress undone before pulling it up over your head. Setting it aside, you pick up the red PJs. For a moment, you were about to put it on with the zipper at the front before you noticed the tag indicating it was around the other way.

Stepping into the legs, you realise it’s quite stretchy, the fabric hugging you skin. Threading your arms through the arm holes. You reach for the zipper and pull it up. It’s a bit strange to zip up from one leg and it takes a moment to get the zipper over your nappy. You can’t get the zipper much further than half-way up your back, however.

You peek out the change room door.

“Um — can you help me?” you ask smally.

“Sure thing.”

You turn around as Liz opens the door, letting her pull the zipper up the top. Then she takes you hand, leading you out to the mirror. You blush as you realise how obvious your nappy is under the tight PJs.

“How’s that?” she asks.

You squirm. It’s comfy, but the fact people might see is embarrassing. Still, there’s no one about right now.

“It’s nice,” you rely, thinking about it. Really, it’s embarrassing now, sure. But, at home? You suddenly realise that the tightness also helps support your nappy slightly, which is also nice. Looking closer in the mirror, you feel cute about it. “I like it.”


“There’s still choc chips!” you say as you drop to your knees.

At the back of the bottom shelf, you can see a single packet.

“Oh — good,” comments Liz as you pull it out. “I think that’s everything for cookies.”

Sitting upright, you take a moment to wet your already sodden nappy some more, squirming as you do. This is nice and easy.

Getting up, you drop the packet into the trolley. You were about to asks what else you needed to get when you feel your t-shirt being tugged up. Looking back, Liz is smiling softly as she pulls back the back of your nappy.

“Still clean,” she says. “But we’ll have to get you changed when we get back.”

It’s embarrassing, but it is nice to know Liz is looking out for you.

There are only a few more things to grab and then — waddling slightly — it’s to the checkout. As you help her put the things on the conveyor belt, Liz grabs you a lollypop from sweets rack and adds it to the groceries.

“As you’ve been so good this morning,” she says, handing it to you as she wheels the trolley towards her car.

You’re happily sucking on the lollypop as she does the buckles up. It feels tighter in your wet nappy. Soon you are home, helping Liz take the food inside. As soon as it’s done, she takes you by the hand and lays you on your bed. You’ve still got the lollypop as Liz changes you into a fresh nappy.

“Now, checking the list your parents left, we’ve got to go and water the garden, right?” Liz says as she does your denim shorts up.

That sounds right.


“Hmm — lets get you in some sunscreen then. It’s certainly a good idea if we’re going to be outside in the sun.”

Liz holds you hand as she walks you to your home. As you do, you can feel your bowels move. Normally about now you would be thinking about using the next convenient toilet, but you don’t really want to. Still, the messy accident you had not withstanding, you had never messed your nappy before. You were pretty sure Liz would be okay with it, but you still worried.

Your worried thinking does not go unnoticed by Liz.

“Something the matter?” she asks as your homes comes into sight.

You chew you lip nervously.

“It’s — it’s okay to go in my nappy, right?” you ask worriedly.

Liz quietly giggles.

“It sure is — why did you think I checked you for messes earlier?”

You smile shyly at how obvious that was.

“But if you want, I can take you to the potty.”

You shake your head. You’re pretty sure you didn’t need that. It seems silly anyway because then Liz would have to get you out of your nappy and then into another nappy afterwards. Being embarrassed was okay, because Liz was always there to comfort and hug you, telling you everything would be okay.

“Don’t every worry; I’m not going to be upset that you acted your age. Okay?” she explained.

Nodding in understanding, Liz’s words reassured you as you approached the house. The two of you momentarily pause as Liz grabbed the mail from the mailbox, then headed towards the house.

“We’ve got to water all the pots at the front and back,” you explain, pointing at them. “Then we have to set the lawn sprinkler.”

“How about you do the back while I do the front?”

“Okay,” you readily agree.

Liz has your house key, opening the front door for you.

“Do you want to grab anything?” she asks, setting her bag and the mail on the lounge-room table.

“Um — maybe?” You’re not sure.

“Why don’t you take a look?”

Agreeing, you head to your room. Standing there, thinking, you feel your bowels move again. Suddenly, you mind turns to that, wondering if you could go right now.

“I’ll be out the front!” Liz calls as you hear the front door close.

You were also alone, so you would be less embarrassed as you did your business.

Making up your mind, you chew your lip as you squat. It’s your last chance to back out, as you if you go any further there will be evidence of it in your nappy. But, you remind yourself, it shouldn’t matter; you’re a little girl, you’re safe and looked after. The nappy is there for a reason, and it’s okay to use it. You’ll feel a lot better when you’re not having to worry about the impending mess.

Closing your eyes, you imagine yourself even smaller than you currently were, straining only slightly as you push your mess into your nappy, barely giving it any thought as you coloured in the colouring book. You can feel the poop quickly hit the padding of your nappy, tightly held in place you’re your shorts. It quickly spreads, first front and back and then to the side.

Relaxing a moment and taking several deep breaths, you can already smell your messy nappy, but there’s more to go, and you strain more expelling it out. There’s some noise as you do, the warm mess cupping your behind. Soon, if fell like you’ve gotten it all.

Standing up, you squirm, feeling much better. The messy nappy isn’t bad, you remind yourself. In fact, it’s much nicer than having to worry about the loo or anything of that other silly business. Not to mention that soon Liz will want to look after you.

Suddenly, you remember you had some cute socks. So, waddling slightly from your messy nappy, you head to your chest of drawers and dig through the sock drawer. You had liked the socks when you received them as a Christmas gift, but had been too embarrassed to normally wear them. But now, the animal print socks in bright colours seemed just right.


Singing some song that you couldn’t really remember the lyrics for to yourself, you go one-by-one watering each pot. It’s not hard as all you had to do way spray enough water to fill the pot to the rim, and then the water would slowly sink into the soil. The weather was warm and you wouldn’t want to be here all day, but not se scorching you did not dare go outside.

“All done?” Liz asks, coming around the side of the house.

“Yep, almost!” You only had a few more to do.

Once you are done, you turn off the water and go around the front. Liz already has the sprinkler out on the front lawn, all attached and ready to go.

“How long should it be on for?” she asks you.

You shrug.

“An hour I guess?” You think for a moment. Normally it was a bit less than that, but it was really hot today. “It’s a bit hot.”

Liz turns the timer to an hour and turns on the water, waiting to see how energetic the sprinkler was before turning the pressure up a bit. It doesn’t take long to find the sweet spot where the lawn was completely covered but little water was where it was wasted.

“Did you find anything?” Liz asks.

You nod. “I put it in your bag.”

As Liz heads inside to grab her bag and lock up, you take a seat on the steps, feeling your messy nappy squish under you. It’s a small surprise for you as you had basically forgotten about your messy state while you watered. But that’s okay, you think as you wet your nappy a bit more.

As the door is locked closed, you get up before Liz takes your hand and starts walking you home. Your waddle is slightly different with a poopy nappy, your messy nappy sticking to your behind instead of swelling between your legs, but it’s not hugely different.

“So, what did you find?” Liz asks.

“Oh — um — I found my animal socks. I also grabbed some hairclips I’ve not used in ages — they have flowers on them.” Your voice is laced with excitement. You like all of these things, but had worried about people thinking you were a kid if you wore them. But now, it clearly did not matter. “I also found my bunny-ears hoodie, but it’s a bit warm for that.”

Liz laughed lightly.

“Yes, it is.”

It’s not until you’re back in the airconditioned comfort of Liz’s house that she gives you a small, inquisitive smile. You blush, looking away, letting her pull up your t-shirt and pull back your nappy.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re in your nappy, sweetie, otherwise you might have made an oopsie in your undies.”

That did seem right to you.

Probably because of the mess, Liz gets out a plastic changing mat to set on your bed. You lay back, expecting Liz to pull your shorts down to your ankles, but instead she starts unlacing your shoes before pulling your shorts right off.

Noticing your curious look, Liz explains, “It’s a bit harder when you’ve made a messy like this.”

As Liz cleans you up, you wonder if you could be like this forever. No small part of you wants to abandon being grown up completely, and another much larger part of you wants to abandon it for a while. It’s much easier when you didn’t have to worry about all this stuff.

“Bum up,” Liz asked, bringing you back to the present for just a moment as she slipped a clean nappy under you.

Then you wouldn’t have to worry about homework, or who broke up with who and if you can still be friends with both of them without hurting someone, or what mean gossip was going around or… any of that. You could just be a little girl again, being looked after by Liz.

“Can — can I try one of those new dresses?” you ask, as Liz tapes your nappy up securely.

Liz smiles widely, leaving the shorts next to you on the bed before helping you up. Following her into the lounge, dress in just a t-shirt and a nappy, you find the clothes still in the shopping bags on the couch. Liz pulls them out of the bag.

“Which one do you want?” she asks you.

You’re not sure as you like all of them. After more than ten seconds of thought, Liz picks up the bright orange dress with rabbit prints on it.

“How about this one?” she asks. “You will look very cute in it.”

There’s a beat before you giggle.

“But you said all of them were cute!”

“Yep, so I did.” Liz just smiles, waiting.

“Okay, that one.”

Taking off your t-shirt, Liz helps slip your new dress over you before doing up the buttons at the back. It’s sleeveless, but close to the neck. But ending at your knees, you’re not sure it will always hide your nappy. You contemplate it for a moment.

“Want some shorts?”

You shake your head, making up your mind. It’s just you, Liz and — soon — Erica. No one who will think it’s out of place for you to be protected.


“Well, how about we start making those cookies?”

Smiling brightly, you skip behind Liz into the kitchen.


Took a bit longer than planned.

While you wait for the next chapter, why not check out my other stuff? All of my non-fanfic ABDL works are on here, and them plus all of my fanfic ABDL works are on AO3 here.


This is a wonderful story I look forward to more content on the story and additional chapters I love the way it’s going and I hope she becomes more of a baby as time goes on!

I love this story keep it up please