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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Aug 29, 2016 at 3:06 PM
Content: Hi, just thought I would post a little story I have started. Let me know if you like it and want to hear more. I don't profess it to be a very original idea or anything particularly ground breaking.
Not good with grammar so please try and overlook mistakes.
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"Could you get me a pen please" my mum asked.
"Why, what is it?" Came my rather rude reply.
"Its just a survey. If we fill it in and send it back, they will send us some vouchers for free things," she replied enthusiastically.
I thought her use of "things" was a little odd, but nevertheless free stuff is free stuff, so I went and got a pen.
"Thanks sweetie. Don't go away, there is a section that you need to fill in." My mother added as she took the pen from my hand.
I should have guessed given who it had come from, it was a bedwetting survey!
"I don't want to fill in the stupid survey." I whined, childishly.
"Don't be silly. It's just a few questions and then we get free stuff!" Was her, to the point, reply.
I sat there grumpily as she filled out some of the basic information like 'How many children in the household'. 'Age', etc. the questions seemed mostly to be multiple choice with a few areas for additional comments.
I have no idea why, but she decided to read out every question before announcing her answers, which only served to heighten my embarrassment. I wondered if she knew at all how this made me feel sometimes:
Age of child? 12
Gender of child? Female
Do you limit drinks at bedtime? Often
Have you tried medication for bedwetting?
No
If no, was there a main reason?
Concern about side effects.
If yes, how much was the bedwetting improved?
N/A
Have you tried a wetness alarm?
Yes
If yes, did the alarm successfully stop or improve the bedwetting?
No.
I remember when we tried the alarm. It woke my mum up, but not me, I stayed completely asleep as I continued to wet the bed. After a week she gave up with it!
On average, how many nights a week does the child wet the bed?
Every night.
As she ticked that box I was initially almost angry, but before I announced my complaint, I thought about an average week and concluded that it was unfortunately likely to be fairly accurate. It was probably about 1 day in 10 that I was dry at best.
Does the child wear absorbent undergarments/nappies to manage the bedwetting? If yes, please answer the subsequent questions.
Yes.
Does the child wear a disposable nappy to bed?
No
Does the child wear a cloth nappy to bed?
No
Does the child wear a disposable pull-up or disposable pant to bed?
Yes.
Does the child wear a cloth training pant to bed?
No.
On average, would you consider your bedwetting child to be a (pick which answer most applies:
Moderate-heavy wetter.
If the child wakes up wet, how often has the product failed to contain the wetness?
40-60%.
Again I was initially a little surprised at how my mother answered this, as 60% sounded a lot. But also on further reflection, even though most of my pee had been absorbed by the pull-ups, it was common to have some wetness on my pyjamas and bedding. Significantly less than if I wasn't wearing one, but enough to need my mum to change my bedding several times a week. It was bad enough still wetting the bed I was sure I was the only one at school, but it's even worse when I have to wear the stupid pull-ups and then I still end up with a wet bed. I could tell my mum gets frustrated with me sometimes, but it's not like it's my fault. I can't help it!
Looking down the list of questions still to answer I was somewhat hopeful that we could rattle through them quickly, but to my annoyance my mum decided she needed to take some time to consider all the options, before reaching her answer and then announcing the logic behind each entry.
The next section read:
In the following scenarios, identify what you consider to be the highest priority when using an absorbent product (1 being highest priority. 5 being lowest priority).
On a normal night whilst at home, I consider the following factors to be most important:
Value for money - I.e. The cost of the product when balanced against performance.
"These things are expensive and I am not made of money, so, 2"
Discretion - e.g. How easy it is be to be able to tell whether someone was wearing the product under normal night clothes.
"At home I really don't think it matters it's not like anyone apart from us will see. Low priority 4"
Design - e.g. The colour of the product, or whether design includes images or commercial, age appropriate tv or film characters.
"Pointless! You wear it to sleep, under pyjamas, so what does it matter what pictures it has on it. 5!"
Performance - I.e. The ability of the product to absorb any night-time accident without leaking.
"No brainier! The whole point is that it absorbs everything without leaking. I am sick of having to pay through the nose for pull-ups, only to have to change the bedding anyway. A definite 1!"
Ease of application - for example the ease in which the product can be independently put on and taken off.
"Its useful if you can put on yourself, but at the end of the day once its on, it stays on until morning, so for me I don't think its a huge factor, 3.
Next scenario: When visiting friends, staying in a hotel or on holiday.
Value for money - I.e. The cost of the product when balanced against performance.
"Still 2"
Discretion - e.g. How easy or difficult it would be to be able to tell of someone was wearing the product under normal night clothes.
"Away from home I can see that this is a little more important, but if you put it on right before bed and take it off first thing in the morning, no one is likely to see, other than close family. 3."
Design - e.g. The colour of the product, or whether design includes images or commercial, age appropriate tv or film characters.
"Still pointless! Still 5!"
Performance - I.e. The ability of the product to absorb any night-time accident without leaking.
"Not that I can make it higher, but when away from home, the last thing you want is to ruin someone else's mattress or get a bill from the hotel. 1."
Ease of application - for example the ease in which the product can be independently put on and taken off.
"Well I have already used 3 and it says I have I rank them in order of priority, so it will have to be a 4."
"Ok your turn, they want the point of view of both the child and the parent" my mum announced.
"Do I have to?" I whined further, with little prospect of a favourable answer.
"Yes you do, look it says; The following questions should be answered by the child, if possible. So let's go, it won't take a minute." Came her answer. I knew from past experiences that she wouldn't change her mind, so I gave up and started to answer the questions.
First question. This time there only seemed to be 4 things to rank in order of priority.
On a normal night at home, I consider the following factors to be most important:
"Well I think I would want it to not show and not leak." I announced.
"Does showing matter? When you are asleep no one can see. Isn't not leaking more important. Why don't we put that first." My mother challenged.
"I guess! I wouldn't want babyish patterns on them though, so make sure you don't put that at the bottom" I replied.
"Ok well I am not sure how to answer that because the question is whether you would like there to be fun designs and it doesn't talk about them being babyish, so I think it probably needs to be at the bottom if you don't want them to be bright and colourful." She suggested and I guessed that sort of made sense.
"Ok, fine" I answered wanting to get this over with.
Product cost/value for money.
3
The product is hidden discretely under night clothes.
2
The product has fun colours/designs.
4
The product is highly absorbent and does not leak.
1.
Next question.
When staying in a hotel or on holiday:
"Erm not sure." I said? Slightly puzzled as to what to put.
"I am not sure this is much different than at home. Although when at home I can just wash sheets. However when in a hotel the hotel staff will find the wet bed and have to change and wash the bedding." My mother reasoned.
"Okay. No leaks." I suggested, which prompted her to add numbers to the boxes.
Product cost/value for money.
2
The product is hidden discretely under night clothes.
3
The product has fun colours/designs.
4
The product is highly absorbent and does not leak.
1.
"I want it being hidden to be number 2." I challenged.
"I don't see why these things are expensive and I think that cost should be higher." Came my mother's retort.
"It's my part of the questions so you should put what I think" I argued, feeling I was in the right so should put up a fight.
"Ok fair enough." She conceded and I felt happy for what seemed like a rare, if tiny, victory.
When the child is staying overnight with friends, or going on a school trip?
"I definitely want it to be hidden under clothes on this one. It would be horrible if all my school friends found out." I argued.
"I can understand that. Its a tough one."
"What do you mean?" I queried.
"Well I can understand that you would want it to be discrete. But a bit like the hotel, you also wouldn't want leaks and a wet bed/pyjamas as that would be completely impossible to hide. The problem with pants that are really thin and discrete is that to be so thin they end up having to compromise on absorbency so they are much more likely to leak." She argued again.
I didn't really have much of an argument so I just shrugged and watched as she filled in the boxes.
So the scores ended up as:
Product cost/value for money.
3
The product is hidden discretely under night clothes.
2
The product has fun colours/designs.
4
The product is highly absorbent and does not leak.
1.
With survey completed I was allowed to disappear back to my room to think about less embarrassing things!
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A little over a week later and my mum mentioned that we had got a reply from the company that the survey was from. Whoopee, was my immediate sarcastic thought. I don't know why she thought I would be interested, but still she decided I needed to know what it said
So she read it out.
"Thank you for taking the time to fill in our survey, the information you provided was extremely useful in helping us to make sure any products that we create are suited to the people we make them for.
From the answers that you have provided we feel that a new product we plan to release may well suit your needs perfectly.
As part of our release media campaign we are looking for a number of families to take a 7 day free trial. When the trial is complete, as a thank you, we are offering a 50% voucher that can be used in any shops that stock our products and the voucher will be valid for a full year. There is no limit to how much you buy with the voucher, so it's a great opportunity to make a huge saving on, for what is for so many children, one of lifes essentials.
All that we ask is that you complete a video blog review every day as part of the 7 day trial and let us know what you think of the product and how it's working for you. It's extremely easy to do using the special portal on our webpage and you can film the blog using any smartphone or tablet.
If you would like to take part and take advantage of this one time offer please complete the form enclosed and return it to us, freepost.
Yours sincerely
Allison Davies
Head of Product Strategy
Proctor and Gamble"
I watched as my mum started to fill in the form immediately.
"I don't want to do a trial. Why are you filling in the form" I whined.
"Nonsense, why on earth would we not take an opportunity to save so much money." She stated as she ignored my protest and carried on filling in the form.
I headed up to my room in a bit of a bad mood and wanted some time on my own. My sanctuary was broken about 5 minutes later when my mum burst into my room with a tape measure.
"What do you want, can you not knock when you come in!" I shouted.
"Erm. I don't appreciate your tone young lady. I just need to take some measurements and I will leave you and your grumpy attitude alone"
To my annoyance she proceeded to take my waist measurement and then something she called the rise, which was where she put the tape measure between my legs and measured the distance from the front of the waistband on my shorts to the back. I had no idea why she needed the measurement and to be honest didn't want to know. I just wanted her to get out of my room.
Thankfully that was the last I heard of her that day and I thought little more of the stupid trial for at least a week, maybe two.
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(Mum's POV)
It took a while to hear anything further about the trial we had volunteered for. Until probably about 10 days later a package was delivered. It was a reasonable larger sized box, plain brown cardboard and with very little written on the side, but I wasn't expecting any other packages so I guessed it was from Proctor and Gamble.
I took the box through to the lounge and opened it. Inside I found quite a collection of things. It was dominated by quite a large pack of what were quite clearly the new night pull-ups. The packaging was very similar I would say in style and colouring to Pampers Baby-Dry that I always used to buy when Amy was little. But there was more purple colour and less turquoise.
There was also no Pampers name or logo apparent on the pack, but the lettering was very similar and they were called Night-Dry Plus. There was also a picture of a girl looking happy and laying on her bed in pyjamas.
I turned the package over and on the back there was a computer generated picture of what looked like a nappy rather than a pullup and various features being highlighted. Again it was quite similar to what you see on these kinds of packs. There were arrows and call out bubbles highlighting an elasticated waistband, triple leak guards in the legs and a super absorbent core advertising 12 hours of dryness.
All of this was fairly normal apart from the fact that I wasn't expecting it to be a nappy type product I was very much expecting it to be a pullup. I was not not sure how Amy would react to that.
I flipped the pack back over and the last thing I looked at was the part in the bottom right hand corner which said that there were 21 in the pack, this was a size XL2 and that they were for girls. I had already figured that there were probably girl and boy version when I saw the picture of the girl on the front.
I put the pack down and started to read some of the leaflets that were also included in the box.
"Thank you for agreeing to be part of our exciting launch campaign of the new Night-Dry Plus from Pampers.
We really think that you will find the new Night-Dry Plus will help ensure that your child has a leak free and good nights sleep, which is so important in these years when they are developing. We have had a lot of feedback from parents that they have been unable to find a reliable product at a reasonable price that keeps their child's bed and pyjamas dry through the night. We believe the answer for all those parents is Night-Dry Plus from Pampers.
We have tried to keep the packaging style close to the rest of the range of Pampers products as we want the package to be easy to find on a supermarket shelf and we want parents to now that it's a Pampers product so they can expect that unrivalled Pampers quality and reliability that parents have very much come to trust over the last 30 years.
You will notice though that there are no Pampers logos on the pack itself and this was deliberate. As the product is designed to cater for older children we wanted to dry and get them to understand that this isn't a larger babies nappy and the negative stigma that this may bring. This is a product that is targeted at the millions of older children that still haven't quite got to the point of reliable nighttime dryness.
You will also notice that the product is not another pull-up style nappy. We didn't come to this decision lightly as we know that some older children will prefer the look and level of independence that a pull-up can bring. The decision came on the back of exhaustive testing which found that whilst pull-ups can work for some families, if the child is a moderate to heavy wetter, or has a tendency to move about in bed a lot, or sleeps more on their side or front then pull-ups often simply don't work. The other issue with pull-ups is that the shape and level of elasticity in the waist/legs have to cater for a wide range of shapes and sizes of children, as they can't be adjusted. This again means that for a lot of children pull-ups are not going to work well.
We think you will find that with the Night-Dry Plus you will be able to get a great snug fit that will stay secure no matter how much your child might move around in their sleep. On top of this the Night-Dry plus features our brand new patented quad core absorbency system. During testing this new absorbent core has been demonstrated to have nearly 2 1/2 times the absorbency of our already class leading nappies. The new quadruple layered interwoven design means that this amazing absorbency is achieved with only a moderate increase in the thickness of the pad.
The Night-Dry Plus comes in a range of sizes designed to fit girls and boys all the way up to approximately 15 years of age. It is currently intended that there will be a girl and boy version, which will allow for more targeted gender based designs and colouring, particularly in the smaller sizes. Based on feedback, the larger sizes will have simpler designs and colouring. Other than this there is no actual difference between the girl and boy products. Some other products have targeted zones of increased absorbency for boys and girls. However what we have found through testing was that for a nighttime product how the child sleeps is the more dominant factor which determines where maximum level of absorption needs to be. So as a result, in order to provide complete and unsurpassed security the Night-Dry Plus has our unique quad core absorbency system along the full length of the nappy.
We are so confident of the protection that our Night-Dry Plus products provide we will offer a guarantee to keep your child dry or we will provide a full refund."
Well that all sounded very good although I must admit I was still a little skeptical that all the claims would be proven in reality. We have tried loads of things and none have ever worked 100%.
The next leaflet was about the trial itself and was effectively a set of instructions.
"Thank you for agreeing to take part in the 7-day challenge trial. On successful completion of the trial we will send you your 50% off voucher which will be valid for a full 12 months from the date of first use. This voucher will entitle you to 50% off the purchase price of any Night-Dry Plus product. There is no limit to the number of packs that can be purchased and even our extra value bulk buy economy packs are included.
In order to complete the trial and claim your voucher a video blog entry is required for 7 days. More than 7 days can be submitted, but within the submitted entries there must be at least 7 days where the nappy was worn for the full night and the nappy was wet by morning.
During the trial we would like you and ideally the child to comment on the following areas of the product:
- fit
- comfort
- absorption
- security
Within the video entry it will be required to show the product being worn before going to sleep and again in the morning after the child wakes up. It is not necessary to show the face of the child or reveal the child's identity at any stage.
On wet mornings once the nappy has been taken off, we would like the nappy to be weighed and this information recorded/provided. The weight will be useful information for our continued research and product improvement as it will allow us to measure the amount of liquid the nappy has absorbed during the night.
Once 7 days of entries have been entered and verified by our team your voucher will be dispatched immediately.
We may also contact you to request that some elements of your video entries be used on our website and YouTube channel. This will only happen with your full consent.
Once again we would like to thank you for your input. The feedback from real parents has always been an integral part of the the development of Pampers products to ensure that we continue to provide the products parents can trust."
I thought the weighing thing was a bit odd, but otherwise I suppose what they asked for was pretty fair. It's a big discount they are giving and no limit on how much you can buy. I suppose they need to make sure they get something for it. I decided to follow through with it, as the saving was too good to miss for 7 days of minor hassle. The biggest issue would be how willing Amy would be. I probably need to make sure there is something in it for her. It was her birthday in a couple of months and I was going to get her an iPad mini. She didn't know it yet but it could be the perfect thing to offer her to help make sure that she doesn't kick up too much of a fuss. Plus if these Night-Dry are genuinely as good as they make out it could make all our lives less stressful until she finally gets over her night time problems.
Next Chapter title - Day 1
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 2, 2016 at 1:24 AM
Content: Thanks for the positive feedback it Spurs me on to write more. I have made pretty good progress on the next chapter and hopefully will finish it soon.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 25, 2016 at 2:01 PM
Content: Day 1
(Mum's POV)
The chat with Amy went better than I expected. I had expected her to whine and complain like a 2 year old, but as soon as the IPad was mentioned her demeanour was significantly more compliant.
I hadn't told her everything straight away though. I did tell her the rules about the video entries which she wasn't happy about at all, but I promised that no one would be able to tell it was her. I didn't mention too many details about the nappies themselves. She might surprise me and act maturely about the whole thing I thought. If need be I planned to explain the logic behind the design that was detailed in the leaflets that provided. She should be old enough to understand, I reasoned, perhaps a little optimistically.
The evening of Day 1 was fast approaching and I started to think about what I needed to do for the video entry. I logged onto the website with the username and password provided and found that there was some video tutorials and a some examples of vlog entries to give you an idea of the kind of thing they wanted.
The first video I watched showed a boy probably around 7 or 8 wearing just a pyjama top and one of the Night-Dry nappies. She got the boy to turn all the way around so you could see how it fit and she also took a moment to point out how the elasticated waistband helped keep the nappy snug to his body without being too tight so that it would uncomfortable, as well as various other things. You couldn't see the boys face so it was hard to know exactly how old he was or how happy he was to be partaking in the video.
I carried on watching the videos as I found them really useful to get ideas about what I needed to do to make sure the entry was valid and counted towards the 7 day total.
The website showed how you can make multiple short entries and link them all to each day. So you could do a little video in the evening and another in the morning. The software would then link them together and make one long video for that day/night. Very clever I thought.
After a while I started to feel confident enough to do my first video entry. I checked Amy was up in her room listening to her music so I could be alone when I did the first part. I felt self-conscious enough without there being an audience as well. Plus I wanted to be able to talk freely without worrying about what Amy would think.
I set my iPad up in the table in the downstairs study and set it up to connect wirelessly with the computer. Thankfully the website recognised my tablet and all I had to do was press record and talk. I was ready!
"Hello and welcome to the first entry of our 7 day trial of the new Night-Dry Plus.
My daughter has always struggled with bedwetting and even though she has recently turned 12 she still wets most nights. We have tried all sorts of things from lifting in the middle of the night, limiting drinks, wetness alarms, GP tests and visited the continence nurse. Nothing has worked and the conclusion we have come to make is that she just isn't ready yet like a lot of other kids who wet the bed.
Managing the problem has become a major area of stress in our household. She normally wears nighttime pull-ups but to be honest I think she just wets too much as she often still has wet pyjamas and bedding despite wearing the pullup. I know this gets her down as much as I try to not let it show, having to strip beds and wash sheets several times a week can really become draining and frustrating. So when I heard there was a new product that might make helping to manage our little problem better I thought why not give it a try.
When the package first arrived I must admit I was a little surprised to see that they were actually more of a nappy than a pullup. I thought particularly with older children this might cause some problems as they might relate them to babies nappies. I don't think Amy has ever really treated pull-ups as something other than another type of nappy so I am hoping this won't prove to be a problem. When I read some of the information that was provided it was clear that the company have done a lot of research and they type of nappy they have come up with was based on a lot of testing. So I am hoping that they are right and we can have much less stress in our house going forwards."
I thought the video had gone quite well to that point, but I started to struggle to think of what to say next and I was cursing the fact that I didn't have one of the nappies there to point a few things out.
"If I had one of the nappies here I could point a few things out, but I haven't so I will probably stop there. Thanks"
I cursed myself for such a clumsy finish after what had been a confident start. I decided I needed to make up for it so decided to do another short clip straight away, once I had gotten one of the nappies to show.
"Hi I am back and this time I have something with me to show.
So as I was explaining if I open it out you can see that this is very much a nappy style product with wings that fold open and tapes that look like they are Velcro.
You can see it has elastication in the waist both in front and at the back and these wings seem pretty stretchy too. So I think this will all help to get a good fit which should help stop leaks.
Apparently the padding is a new type. I can't remember exactly what it was called but it's supposed to be much more absorbent than normal nappies or pull-ups. There isn't much I can say about this at this stage other than the padding does feel quite tightly packed although still pretty soft to the touch and a little bit thicker I would say then the pull-ups she normally wears.
The instructions recommend that before you out the nappy on you should open it fully out and fluff the padding out a little to make it less stiff. The compression used to keep the pack as small as possible apparently means that nappies can get compressed."
I don't know why but I decided to get as much of the information provided in he video. Maybe I thought it would make it look more professional or something.
"It also recommends that you fold the nappy over lengthways so as to form a channel down the middle which is supposed to help make sure any wetness gets absorbed by the padding. So I don't know how much of a difference any of that will make but I will give it a go.
Anyway I have probably bored you enough now and will be back with another video at bedtime."
Ending the video I was actually really pleased with myself. I quite enjoyed talking to the camera! I started to think about how to do the video later. It definitely said I need to show her wearing it so I didn't really want to film it in the study. After a little more research I learnt that it was possible to film the video normally on the tablet and then plug it in and upload it. Again very clever I thought.
Later that evening when it was time for Amy to go to bed I sent Her to have a wash and brush her teeth, while I went into her bedroom. I got everything I needed; pyjamas ready, a Night-Dry and the tablet to film with.
I don't know if Amy had forgotten but she looked slightly startled to see me sat there on her bed with my tablet and one of the new Night-Dry's.
"Come on let's get this done quickly and then you can read a bit before you turn your light out." I announced.
"Do I have to?
I don't want to!
Why do you have to do a stupid video?" She whined.
"I told you why. We have to do a quick video every night and every morning otherwise we won't get the voucher. So let's get it done quickly and remember our deal. If you want that new iPad for your birthday then you need to help me with this." I reminded her.
She didn't really reply but just shuffled across the floor towards me with shoulders sloped low like she had been practicing the moody teenager look all day. I took that as a sign of consent so carried on.
"Right I need you to get undressed and lay on the bed so I can put it on." I explained, wondering if she would react to that bit of information,
"Why can't I put it onlike normal?" She enquired.
"Because these are different to your normal ones and they don't go on like that." I explained wondering how long this conversation might go on for.
"You never mentioned that!" She complained.
"I have now. Now come on and stop action like a baby and get on with it" I stated getting a tiny bit annoyed. I didn't mean to make the baby reference and instantly thought I would regret it given my concern about what we were about to do. But she didn't seem to pick up on it and I was pleased to see her start to get undressed.
I waited until she was completely undressed before getting up from the bed. I decided to keep the Night-Dry partially hidden on the bed next to me as I thought it would probably best to let her see it properly once it was safely on.
"Good girl now hop up on the bed and we will be done in a jiffy." I said, hoping that the offer of speed would help her compliance.
She laid back on the bed and I opened up the Night-Dry. I didn't need to fold it or ruffle the padding as it was the one I used for the video earlier.
"Lift your bum up off the bed for me" I asked politely.
"This is so embarassing!" I heard her mutter.
"Good girl" I praised as she put her feet up on the bed and lifted her bottom up off the duvet. As soon as it up I slid the night dry under and she sat back down. I noticed that she chose to just stare up at the ceiling through the process so far.
I then realised that I hadn't slid it under far enough and to her absolute annoyance I had to ask her to lift up again. Happy that the waistband was suitably far enough up her back this time I let her sit back down again. I hoped I had got it right this time as I think a second re-adjustment would have tipped her over the edge!
I grabbed the two front wings and lifted them up through her legs. It has been a few years since I had put a disposable nappy on a child but even though she was much bigger now the process was no different. I pulled the front up so that it was nice and snug between her legs before flattening the front out across her lower tummy. The top of the waistband was just below her belly button which was perfect. I pulled the back wings out as far as they would go and undid the tape on the side to my right first. I noticed the tapes were quite wide and were initially a little difficult to open. When it did open it let go with quite a loud ripping sounded.
With my left hand I held the front wing down and round to her side while I stretched the tape and attached it across the front on what appeared to be a slightly ruffled tape landing zone. The tape landing zone had a subtle pattern of pink and purple swirls, nothing too childish which I thought was good. With that side done I repeated the action on the left side. I put my fingers in the waistband to check how tight it was and decided that it was if anything slightly loose and should try and tape adjust the tapes so they were slightly further across. Both tapes were a little stubborn to release, but I successfully reattached them this time a little further across, with only about a 1 1/2 to 2 inch gap, as they now weren't far from meeting in the middle. There probably was plenty of growing room in this size I thought to myself.
"All done. Just need to do a quick video and then you can get your PJs on." I announced as I stood back and admired my handiwork.
"Do we have to do the video?" Came a fresh batch of whining"
"For the millionth time yes! You don't have to do anything, just stand up and let me see how it fits." Came my slightly exasperated reply.
Reluctantly she did as she was told and shuffled off the bed. Once she was stood up I got the tablet ready. As I was opening the camera app I noticed that for the first time she was looking at what she was wearing. She tried to crane her neck round to look at her bottom. As she did so I took a moment to consider how they seemed to fit.
The cut and fit were very much like a normal toddler nappy. It actually seemed to fit her very well. The padding was quite thick and puffed out quite a bit, it was wide at top at the front but narrowed down into a V as it went between her legs. As the nappy was a normal hourglass shape the padding widened out again and provided full coverage over her bottom.
"Ok let's get this video done and then you can read for a while". I announced.
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To be continued.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Nov 24, 2016 at 12:39 AM
Content: To be honest there didn't seem to be too much interest and someone told me they found reading it "tedious". So I wasn't planning on carrying on.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Dec 12, 2016 at 1:43 AM
Content: I was feeling in the mood to write, hope you like the latest update.
"What are you doing" my mum asked.
"Getting my pyjamas on" I answered grumpily.
"Well you can put your pyjama top on, but leave your bottoms off until I have done the video. They need to know you are wearing it otherwise they won't pay up!" She announced.
This couldn't get much worse I thought. Why the hell had I agreed to this!
"Can we get this over with already!" I pushed.
"Ok I am nearly ready. You don't need to say anything if you don't want I can do the talking." She commented.
"There is no chance I am saying anything. Just make sure you don't show my face, ok!" I said as I stood with my arms folded, feeling more embarrassed than I could possibly remember ever having been before.
My mum looked like she was ready as she approached holding the tablet out in front of her and pointing down towards my middle.
"Hi everyone it's Kate here. And as you can see we are just about ready for bed. It's probably fair to say she wasn't quite expecting them to be a tape on style nappy. It wasn't something I had mentioned before we got her ready for bed and I must admit I wasn't sure how she would react. In the end it was fine and she did great."
Oh my god I thought. Does she not know I am stood right here. I so wanted to just shout at her but I didn't want to be heard on the video so I just had to stand there and listen.
"So whilst it's been a while since I taped a nappy onto a child it really was very easy and whilst the tabs do seem extremely grippy, it is possible to reposition them so you can get a good fit. You can see the elasticated waistband front and back really does seem to help get a nice and snug fit around her tummy." She continued.
As she talked about the elasticated waistband she reached up and put a couple of fingers into the front and pulled. I wasn't expecting it so I almost stumbled forward. Then she grabbed my wrist and pulled it so that I spun around.
"As you can see there's the elasticated section in the middle at the back.
While we are round the back you can see the nappy is really quite generous in size. The padding widens out at the back and extends all the way up towards the waistband. If I am honest it is a little bulkier than I was expecting, both in the front and over the bottom, but particularly over her bum.
Having said that if the absorbency is as impressive as the literature says then it's probably a necessary compromise.
Erm ... what else? You can see the nappy is plain white at the back with just the faint turquoise band here at the top and as you can see there is also an indication of the size, which is probably quite useful if you have more than one child that wets the bed and you might have children in different sizes."
She spun me back round again as I wished the ground would open up and swallow me alive.
"In the front it's mainly white apart from across the tape landing area, which has this pretty pink and purple pattern. That's quite a nice touch and not too childish, which I think is good.
As you can see the padding does puff out a little bit at the front and you might want to think about wearing some underwear over the top if you are worried about something being visible under pyjamas.
I personally don't think this is an issue at all while at home as she only wears it when she is sleeping.
Anyway that's probably about all I can think of. So it's time to say goodnight and see how we get on tonight.
Bye". She pressed the stop button on the tablet screen and put it down.
"See that wasn't so bad" she added.
"Are you kidding! That was so embarrassing. I don't want to do this anymore." I decided, trying to hold back a tear or two.
"Oh honey there is no need to get upset, you are doing great and I am really proud of you. Just think about that IPad you are earning yourself. It will all be over before you know it." She answered, as she stride to calm me down.
The thought of the iPad helped but I still didn't want to carry on.
"I don't want to wear it anymore. I want to take it off and where what I normally wear" I said further.
"Don't be silly, it's all done now. Once you have your pjs on you will forget all about it" she offered.
"There is no way I will forget all about it. I can feel it every time I move. It's not comfy." I complained.
"How do you mean it's not comfy. Does it hurt anywhere? Is it itching?" She asked.
"It's not itchy..... it's just. I don't know uncomfy." I tried to explain but I didn't know how to describe it.
"Well if you don't tell me I can't help" she said as she put her arm around me.
"I don't know it just feels weird, like kinda tight, but all over." I tried to explain again.
"It probably just takes a little bit of getting used to that's all. There's quite a bit more padding in there compared to the pull-ups your used to, so it's probably just that.
Why don't you get your bottoms on and jump into bed. It's getting a little late but you can read for a little while if you like." She said as she handed me the rest of my pyjamas.
I was still feeling a little emotional and I could tell that I had started to feel a little drained. So in the end I decided to give up and took my pjs from her. I put them on quickly and was glad to cover up the offending garment. But I noticed to my disappointment that even though it was now covered up, there was a unmistakable bulge in the front which i just about managed to cover up by pulling my pj top down as far as it would go.
I jumped into bed and got my new book to read. It was hard to concentrate on the book initially. I could hear my mum emptying the dishwasher and putting the crockery away in the cupboards noisily. It was also hard not to think about the added padding around my middle. I found that if I kept my legs apart I couldn't really feel the padding between my legs at all, so that's what I did and tried to concentrate on my book.
It actually worked for a while and I found myself engrossed in the book as my mum came in and told me it was time for lights out.
"It's time to go to sleep. Sleep well sweetie, see you in the morning. I will make pancakes" she said as she gave me a kiss on the forehead. I couldn't remember the last time she did that, but it was quite nice. And I do love pancakes!
I rolled onto my front as my mum turned out the light and tried to get to sleep. I was really quite tired but I still wasn't sure I was going to be able to sleep.
As I laid on my front I was surprised to find I was actually fairly comfortable. I had worn pull-ups to bed pretty much forever so I was very used to some extra padding in my pyjama bottoms. Whilst I could tell that I was wearing something different and that there was more padding than normal, I felt was little bit of a sensation I wasn't expecting.
I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but felt somehow secure. That was the closest word I could find to describe it. I fell asleep with that seemingly conflicted thought going round in my head.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Dec 17, 2016 at 9:26 PM
Content: Thanks for the comments everyone.
It makes a difference when people comment. So I will definitely write some more
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jan 19, 2017 at 8:22 AM
Content: The next chapter
"............. Amy...... time to get up......"
I slowly started to come to. It took me a few moments to even open my eyes I felt so tired. Why was she waking me up, was my first thought.
"Come on sleepyhead it's nearly 10 o'clock! I know you don't have school but still you are not going to start sleeping all morning." My mum announced.
I must admit I was really surprised to hear it was 10am, I thought it must have been about 8am. I didn't normally sleep long in the morning and I can't remember the last time I slept until 10! I rolled over on my back, gave a big stretch and felt my stomach growl, a sure sign that I was definitively ready for breakfast.
As I looked up with one eye still shut, I saw my mum stood by my bed as she hovered over me.
"Come on you can't stay under there all day. You must be hungry. Let's get this done quickly and then you can have some breakfast." She said, more as an instruction than a suggestion.
What was she going on about I thought.
"What.... can I have crumpets for breakfast." I asked, with my attention drawn to my rumbling tummy.
"Of course you can, I thought you wanted pancakes, but first we need to do a quick video." She announced, holding up her tablet as a further clue, in case I was still clueless.
All of a sudden I felt my face flush slightly as it all came quickly back and I immediately became more awake. I now remembered very clearly the video I had to do before I went to bed and what was expected each morning. Why did I agree to this!!!!
"I don't want to do a video..... please mum. I just want to have breakfast." I pleaded.
"I am sorry sweetie but you know what we agreed and it won't take long. The only time we won't do a video in the morning is if you are still dry when you wake up." She explained
My ears pricked up at that thought. Particularly as I realised that I didn't feel wet so maybe I wouldn't have to do a video a video after all.
I didn't want to make it too obvious, but I tried squeezing my legs together to see if I could tell if I was wet or dry. I was really used to how my pull-ups felt wet and dry, so it was pretty easy for me to know straight away. But this felt different and whilst I remembered the new "night pants" felt different than my pull-ups I couldn't remember exactly what it felt like and therefore whether it felt any different now than before I fell asleep.
As I squeezed my legs together I could feel some pretty firm padding resist my attempts to press my thighs tight together. But I still wasn't sure, so I tried to discretely slip my hand down and inside my pyjama bottoms.
"Come on... up and at em!" My mum encouraged.
"I'm coming... I am just tired." I replied. Trying to buy myself some more time.
My fingers had reached the top of the waistband, which seemed to stick out above my pj bottoms. I probed further and felt, at first a rough area that was pulled tight across my tummy, then the material seemed to change to something much smoother to the touch and the thickness of the material increased significantly as the padding bulged outwards. I hesitated initially and then tried to give the padding a squeeze. The thick padding was really quite firm, but it did give a little as my fingers and thumb pressed down. With a little sigh I realised that whilst I couldn't be certain the way the padding felt was most likely due to the fact that the outer cover was stretched tight across saturated absorbent material. I knew from experience with my pull-ups that whatever they use inside these things seems to expand when it got wet. I expected these would be somewhat similar. It was bad enough having to have to do
a video at all. Now I have to show the world evidence of how I can't stop myself from peeing myself in my sleep.
I felt my eyes moisten, but despite this my mum suddenly pulled my covers down.
"Come on Amy let's get going. Let's see how we did." She stated as the covers were pulled down to my shins.
I realised I still had my hand down my pjs and quickly whipped it back out.
"Are you wet honey?" My mum asked sympathetically.
"I don't know..... I think so..... maybe!" I said grumpily.
"Oh Amy, you don't need to get upset I know you can't help it." She said as she sat next to me and gave me a big hug.
Her words and her embrace did help me feel a tiny bit better.
"Let's get this done quickly and then is it pancakes, or crumpets, or both?" She said in an upbeat tone.
"Both!" I announced. I thought I deserved it with everything I was having to do. I even managed to let a little smile slip out, as the thought of my favourite breakfasts filled my head.
"Right up you get. You don't have to do anything just stand there." She stated, as she helped me to my feet.
I felt pretty embarrassed, but did as she asked and just stood there with my arms crossed as she picked her tablet back up and got the video app ready.
"Hmm I wonder if I can stand it up on the this table then I don't have to hold it....Let me see." She said as she inItially fumbled, but then managed to prop it up between two thick books, with the camera still pointing over towards where I was stood.
"That looks perfect. I will probably have to kneel down otherwise we will get your head in the video, which we don't want." She said, as much to herself as to me.
At least she remembered to make sure my face wasn't in the video. It must have started recording at that point m, as my mum came over and knelt next to me.
"Hi everyone, it's me again and last night was our first night my daughter has worn the Night Dry Plus from Pampers.
First thing I should say is it's after 10am and I had to wake her up. Before you all think I am a bad parent, she normally never sleeps this long, but I figured she must have needed it and she was sleeping so peacefully and comfortably that I decided to let her sleep in.
Not surprisingly after such a long sleep I am pretty sure that, unless there has been a miracle, she has wet in the night. On first inspection her bed seems completely dry and let's just check..... yep her pyjamas are completely dry too, so that's a good start. When she wears normal pull-ups she almost always leaks out of the top and both the bottom of her pyjama top and the waistband of her bottoms are normally really quite wet. There would also often be a reasonably sized wet patch on the sheet on her mattress. But I can't see anything like that this morning, so all looks good."
I didn't like her, unless there has been a miracle, comment. It might well be true but she didn't have to say it like that. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want my voice to be on the video so I just had to bite my tongue and hope that she hurried up and finished the video quickly.
"In the last video I mentioned that you might want to try putting some underwear on over the nappy, if you are a little worried about discretion. But to be honest if your child tends to wear this type of pyjamas then I think it's going to be pretty difficult to hide, even with underwear holding things in a little tighter.
If I get Amy to spin around I think you will see what I mean." She continued.
I started to get more annoyed. I was sure this wasn't necessary and only served to increase my embarrassment. But I had little option but to do as she asked and hoped that my compliance would lead to a quicker conclusion of the stupid video.
"So I am sure you can see what I mean. Plus if I lift up her top a little, you can see the waistband comes up quite high too, which is probably a good thing to help stop leaks, but it means the nappy will pretty much always be visible above the top of her pyjama bottoms.
I suspect if you really are worried about discretion, then a nightie might be the way to go. I will see what she has in her pyjama draw and do another video with her wearing a nightie so you can see the difference.
Hopefully Amy won't mind, but let's get these pjs down so we can see how the nappy held up." She stated before quickly whipping my pyjama bottoms down to my ankles, without even asking.
"It might be a little hard for you to see, but I can tell she is definitely wet.
Oh.... that's something I hadn't noticed before there is a band of blue'ish colour star and moon shapes down the middle of the front. Not sure they need to be there but it's quite cute nonetheless." She explained to the camera.
I looked down to see what she was referring to and could see that there was indeed a row of little stars and crescent moon shapes.
My mum continued with her narration as she prodded and squeezed the swollen and slightly discoloured padding of my night pants. I still couldn't bring myself to think of it as a nappy. I hated that word, it sounded so babyish. Even the American word, diaper, sounded a little bit better. So I tended to still try to refer to them as night pants.
"I must say I am really quite impressed. It will be interesting to see how much this thing weighs, but it looks like she has wet this thing pretty well and it has soaked it all up. You can tell that the front of the nappy is completely saturated, but if I run my finger across her tummy..... yes... her skin is bone dry, so it's kept it all in which is great.
Let's have a quick look round the back. Spin round for me Amy please.
That's interesting, the back of the nappy is pretty much completely dry, with the exception of a little bit at the bottom here." She announced, as I felt her squeeze the padding under my bum and between my legs.
"Amy has always been a tummy sleeper so the front of her nappies have always born the brunt of her floods. Oh and I have just noticed there doesn't seem to be any of the little moon or star shapes at the back here.
Anyway overall my first impressions are that I really very impressed. I am sure that if she had been wearing one of her normal pull-ups then I would be washing both pyjamas and bedding this morning. So whilst it's early days it's a big thumbs up from me." She concluded, rather cheesily, before she got up and went to stop the video recording.
"Great well done sweetie, see that wasn't so bad. Before you know it a week will have flown by and we won't need to do this anymore.
So let's get you cleaned up and get those pancakes going. Do you want to have a go at flipping them?" My mother asked as she gave me a hug.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jan 21, 2017 at 2:27 PM
Content: Thanks everyone for the positive and constructive comments.
If anyone has read any of my stories before you probably know I can go a little over the top on detail and that sets a precedent that is difficult to sustain, so I often ended up running out of energy to finish.
So my plan is to no lt go into quite as much detail on every one of the remaining days, but I will try and make sure there are a couple of little twists.
As for the suggestions. Thanks and keep them coming, I was planning on there being a variation of pjs, you will have to wait and see what is in Amy's pyjama drawer.
I won't be able to incorporate all suggestions and my main priority is to try and keep the story realistic.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Feb 4, 2017 at 10:47 AM
Content: The next, slightly shorter installment.......
I turned into a pretty uneventful day that day. I had planned on meeting my best friend and spend some time at her house, maybe even staying for dinner, but they were looking for a new house so her mum and dad made her go look at some potential new houses, which she hated doing.
When she first told me she was probably going to end up moving I felt a quite upset. It wasn't clear how far she would be moving, they had spent ages trying to sell their house, but they now had someone who sounded like they were going to buy it. So ever since that happened they seem to spend all their time looking for houses.
I hoped she didn't move far. I hoped even more that she didn't move school. I didn't think I could have coped with that. We had known each other since we were little and she was the only person who still knew about my night problems. Having said that it wasn't really something we ever talked about, thank god. She didn't ask and I so I didn't have to tell. Which I really was grateful for.
In some respects it affected us both. She often asked me to come round and sleepover, but I would always refuse and she would get frustrated at the excuses I would always make. She tried to make me feel better and say that she didn't mind about my "issues", but I still couldn't bring myself to go through with it. It upset me, but the thought of having a nighttime accident at someone else's house was too much to bear. I couldn't imagine that level of embarrassment, having to go and tell her mum what had happened. Even if I managed to get away with wearing pull-ups discretely somehow, I expect they would leak and I would end up stood there with a soaking wet pull-up and a wet bed and pyjamas. I am sure in that scenario I would hope to die on the spot. So I felt there was just no way it would happen.
Fortunately she had learned to not bring up the subject of sleepovers very often as she could tell I got upset by it. I didn't want to get upset, but it often made me feel that life was so unfair. Why me??? What did I do wrong to be cursed like this? It was at these times that I often felt really alone. I know I probably wasn't, well at least my mum told me I wasn't, but it felt like I was the only person in the world with this nighttime curse.
Anyway I don't know why I started to think about it. Perhaps it was because the thought of losing my friend felt like one step too far, on top of everything else.
For most of the day I decided to do some homework. Well when I say decided, it was more like coerced into doing it by my mother. Whilst she had a point that it had to be done at some stage, my natural tendency was always to delay it as far as possible. So of course I fought against doing it, but in the end her perseverance was unwavering and I ended up giving in.
When I was done, I wouldn't admit it publicly, but I did feel a level of relief and satisfaction that it was done and I didn't need to worry about it any more. Having finished it I was was free to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening watching a bit of tv, but mostly I spent my time chatting with friends on whatsapp and watching YouTube videos. I always found it amazing what I ended up watching on YouTube. I would start in one place watching a video on fashion tips or hair tips, for example, and by the end I would be watching prank videos or funny animal videos. How i ended up there was always quite random as I just clicked on various "related" videos.
It was at the end of a particularly long spell surfing YouTube videos that I was interrupted by my mum. As I looked up I was initially distracted by the kindness she had shown by bringing me a lovely cup of hot chocolate before she headed back out of the room. I couldn't remember the last time she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate on an evening. It brought a smile to my face, as chocolate was a big weakness of mine, in any form, so nice cup of hot chocolate was most welcome.
I picked up the cup and tried to drink a little, only to find it far too hot to drink, as I almost burnt a layer of skin from my lips. As I set the cup back down on my bedside table I saw my mother return. My contentedness took rather a big nose dive at that point, as I saw one of the pampers in her hand, knowing full well it was shortly destined to be hugging my body snugly, ready to do its thirsty work.
I sat there silently and picked my cup back up, having thought that perhaps the need to finish my drink might provide some level of delay to the inevitable. So I sat there struggling to hold the still super hot mug as I watched her place the still folded, white rectangular shaped night pant on the bed by my feet.
"I thought we could try a nightie tonight" she announced. But I chose not to reply, as I had nothing really to say about it. I knew the trying of the nightie was sure to feature in her latest video entry.
She picked a pink nightie out on my drawer and laid it on the bed. It was my favourite one actually, it had a big picture of Bob from the minions on it. Despicable me was one of my favourite films.
"Once you have finished your hot chocolate it's time to get ready for bed." She stated further.
Again I didn't reply. I did start to wonder why she had given me the hot chocolate, it had never really happened before, as I was always in a strict no drinks after 6pm rule. Maybe it was because she felt I deserved a treat. Either way I wasn't going to complain.
I took my time drinking my drink and just sat and watch her bring her tablet in and set it up on the side table again.
"Come on, chop chop, finish your drink and then we can get this video done and you can read a bit in bed if you like.
I looked down in my cup and saw there was only a tiny bit left. It was the only thing that stood between having to do another stupid video. I had stared to get the impression that she liked doing the videos, the way she talked endlessly to the camera. It wasn't necessary I was sure.
"Shall I do my teeth?" I enquired having sipped the last of the hot chocolate. Doing my teeth seemed like another good stalking tactic.
"It ok you can do that once you have got your nightie on." She answered, as she picked up my night pants and unfolded it.
I reluctantly started to get undressed, as I figured I might as well just get it over with. Not surprisingly it didn't take very long and there nothing left to do but lay down on my bed and wait for my mum to do her work.
"I think I am starting to get the hang of this" she quipped as she attached the second tape, seemingly having decided she got it right first time this time.
I sat up, grabbed my nightie and couldn't help but look down at my crotch. The tapes must have been gripping very tightly as the waistband was pulled extremely taut across my tummy. Whilst the waistband and tape landing area were pulled tight and flat across my middle, just below that the generous padding ballooned outwards.
Having seen enough I refocused on pulling my nightie on over my head and standing up, in the now customary position to do the video.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Oct 21, 2017 at 3:25 AM
Content: It's been a long time since I wrote an update but here it is, in case anyone wants to read. I still have plenty of ideas for the story. Just got to be in the right frame of mind to write. Let me know what you think
I turned into a pretty uneventful day that day. I had planned on meeting my best friend and spend some time at her house, maybe even staying for dinner, but they were looking for a new house so her mum and dad made her go look at some potential new houses, which she hated doing.
When she first told me she was probably going to end up moving I felt a quite upset. It wasn't clear how far she would be moving, they had spent ages trying to sell their house, but they now had someone who sounded like they were going to buy it. So ever since that happened they seem to spend all their time looking for houses.
I hoped she didn't move far. I hoped even more that she didn't move school. I didn't think I could have coped with that. We had known each other since we were little and she was the only person who still knew about my night problems. Having said that it wasn't really something we ever talked about, thank god. She didn't ask and I so I didn't have to tell. Which I really was grateful for.
In some respects it affected us both. She often asked me to come round and sleepover, but I would always refuse and she would get frustrated at the excuses I would always make. She tried to make me feel better and say that she didn't mind about my "issues", but I still couldn't bring myself to go through with it. It upset me, but the thought of having a nighttime accident at someone else's house was too much to bear. I couldn't imagine that level of embarrassment, having to go and tell her mum what had happened. Even if I managed to get away with wearing pull-ups discretely somehow, I expect they would leak and I would end up stood there with a soaking wet pull-up and a wet bed and pyjamas. I am sure in that scenario I would hope to die on the spot. So I felt there was just no way it would happen.
Fortunately she had learned to not bring up the subject of sleepovers very often as she could tell I got upset by it. I didn't want to get upset, but it often made me feel that life was so unfair. Why me??? What did I do wrong to be cursed like this? It was at these times that I often felt really alone. I know I probably wasn't, well at least my mum told me I wasn't, but it felt like I was the only person in the world with this nighttime curse.
Anyway I don't know why I started to think about it. Perhaps it was because the thought of losing my friend felt like one step too far, on top of everything else.
For most of the day I decided to do some homework. Well when I say decided, it was more like coerced into doing it by my mother. Whilst she had a point that it had to be done at some stage, my natural tendency was always to delay it as far as possible. So of course I fought against doing it, but in the end her perseverance was unwavering and I ended up giving in.
When I was done, I wouldn't admit it publicly, but I did feel a level of relief and satisfaction that it was done and I didn't need to worry about it any more. Having finished it I was was free to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening watching a bit of tv, but mostly I spent my time chatting with friends on whatsapp and watching YouTube videos. I always found it amazing what I ended up watching on YouTube. I would start in one place watching a video on fashion tips or hair tips, for example, and by the end I would be watching prank videos or funny animal videos. How i ended up there was always quite random as I just clicked on various "related" videos.
It was at the end of a particularly long spell surfing YouTube videos that I was interrupted by my mum. As I looked up I was initially distracted by the kindness she had shown by bringing me a lovely cup of hot chocolate before she headed back out of the room. I couldn't remember the last time she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate on an evening. It brought a smile to my face, as chocolate was a big weakness of mine, in any form, so nice cup of hot chocolate was most welcome.
I picked up the cup and tried to drink a little, only to find it far too hot to drink, as I almost burnt a layer of skin from my lips. As I set the cup back down on my bedside table I saw my mother return. My contentedness took rather a big nose dive at that point, as I saw one of the pampers in her hand, knowing full well it was shortly destined to be hugging my body snugly, ready to do its thirsty work.
I sat there silently and picked my cup back up, having thought that perhaps the need to finish my drink might provide some level of delay to the inevitable. So I sat there struggling to hold the still super hot mug as I watched her place the still folded, white rectangular shaped night pant on the bed by my feet.
"I thought we could try a nightie tonight" she announced. But I chose not to reply, as I had nothing really to say about it. I knew the trying of the nightie was sure to feature in her latest video entry.
She picked a pink nightie out of my drawer and laid it on the bed. It was my favourite one actually, it had a big picture of Bob from the minions on it. Despicable me was one of my favourite films.
"Once you have finished your hot chocolate it's time to get ready for bed." She warned.
Again I didn't reply. Instead I say there and started to wonder why she had given me the hot chocolate, it had never really happened before, as I always had a strict no drinks after 6pm rule. Maybe it was because she felt I deserved a treat. Either way I wasn't going to complain.
I took my time to drink my drink and just sat and watched her bring her tablet in, setting it up on the side table again.
"Come on, chop chop, finish your drink and then we can get this video done and you can read a bit in bed if you like." She announced as she attempted to hurry me along.
I looked down in my cup and saw there was only a tiny bit left. That little bit of liquid was the only thing that stood between me having to do another stupid video. I had started to get the impression that she liked doing the videos, the way she talked endlessly to the camera. It wasn't necessary I was sure, but she seemed to get a buzz out of it. She was so weird sometimes!
"Shall I do my teeth?" I enquired having sipped the last of the hot chocolate. Doing my teeth seemed like another good stalling tactic.
"It ok you can do that once you have got your nightie on." She answered, as she picked up my night pants and unfolded it.
I reluctantly started to get undressed, as I figured I might as well just get it over with, after all she was not going to suddenly back down. Not surprisingly it didn't take very long and there nothing left to do but lay down on my bed, look at the ceiling and wait for my mum to do her work.
"I think I am starting to get the hang of this" she quipped as she stuck the second tape down, seemingly having decided she got it right first time this time.
I sat up, grabbed my nightie and involuntarily it seemed l couldn't help but look down at my crotch. The tapes must have been gripping very tightly as the waistband was pulled extremely taut across my tummy and with quite a bit of pressure on my stomach I decided maybe she had taped it too tightly this time. Whilst the waistband and tape landing area were pulled tight and flat across my middle, i noticed that just below that the generous padding ballooned outwards before disappearing between my legs.
Having seen enough I refocused on pulling my nightie on over my head and standing up, in the now customary position to do the video. To be fair when as soon as I stood up, the pressure on my stomach eased and it felt pretty comfortable, so I decided not to make a big deal out of it and just get it all over with.
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"Hi everyone. Well it's day 2 and there are a couple of things I wanted to talk about in today's video.
"The first thing I wanted to talk about was pyjamas! If you saw one of my other videos then I promised we would try some different night clothes to see whether they help at all on the discretion side of things.
"Yesterday Amy was wearing some thin cotton pyjamas that came as a top and bottom set. She's always quite liked that type as they are comfy, but if your child needs a little help keeping their bed dry then they aren't the best at hiding pull-ups or night nappies.
"For us that's not a huge problem. It's not like she is wearing these things in public and it's only for going to sleep in. But on sleepovers or maybe things like school trips or scout or brownie camp then I can imagine that covering things up a bit more can be beneficial.
"So tonight as you can see Amy is wearing a nightie and to be honest I really don't think you can tell she is wearing anything other than underwear underneath. Please do a quick twirl for us Amy." She encouraged.
I hesitated for a moment, but in the end decided to just do what she said and did a 360 twirl.
"As you can see this nightie is quite loose fitting and comes down quite a long way so actually is really great at hiding any unwanted bumps or bulges. Again for us that's not so much of a big deal here at home, but I know for many families this might be important.
One other thing I wanted to quickly talk about again is....."
Without warning she grabbed the front hem of my nightie and pulled it right up to my chest.
"These.... the wetness indicator moon things" she announced as she punted her finger at the front of my nappy.
"I must say Pampers I don't really get it. I can understand for very young children who can't communicate that they might be wet. Or maybe for a more special needs type product I can see they may be useful to help know when to change.
But this is a product for older children with nighttime dryness issues. You are going to put the nappy on last thing at night and then take it off first thing in the morning, whether it's wet or dry. So I don't see the point of the wetness indicator.
Even when Amy was still in daytime nappies I would never use wetness indicators to check if she was wet. I am hardly going to pull her pants down in the middle of the supermarket to see if some little stars have disappeared. A quick squeeze of the front or the back and you pretty much instantly can tell if she needed a change."
I was utterly mortified to stand there and listen to all that. Especially as she started talking about daytime. Ok I might have been a little late daytime training, but I was still really young and that was a long time ago. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, she decided to act out how she used to check whether I needed a change.
When she did that it did all of a sudden bring back quite a few memories, which I had no idea were still stored in my brain somewhere. I remembered how I would be quite happily be busy playing with stuff, or playing with friends and she would interrupt what I was doing and call me over. She wouldn't say why, but I learnt to know what she wanted. She would just say something like Amy come here a minute please. Sometimes I came straight away, sometimes I pretended I hadn't heard her so I could keep playing. Every now and again this would work as she got distracted by something else, but mostly it only delayed the inevitable.
Once I was stood by her she generally wouldn't say anything, if I was wearing trousers of leggings she would just give my nappy a squeeze at the front and between my legs. If I was wearing a skirt she would reach underneath and do it. Either way it either ended with me being sent back off to play with a pat on the bum, or it would be off to get changed, much to my annoyance. It's embarrassing to admit and I am sure it sounds gross, but I would much rather be wet and be allowed to carry on playing than have to go in and get changed.
"Apologies for rabbiting on there, but I am sorry to say pampers, don't bother with the fancy indicators and save us some money on the purchase cost. Just my view but i wanted to be open and honest.
Anyway I think I have bored you enough for this video, so I will end it here and see you all in the morning. Bye!" She said loundly and enthusiastically. She was definitely liking these videos way too much.
"Oh my god mum! Can you be any more embarrassing. Stop going on and making the videos last, like, forever!!!l". I exclaimed, trying to show her how annoyed I was.
"Don't be silly Amy. There is no need to be embarrassed.
Right teeth and then you can read for 10 minutes and then lights out. Ok?" She instructed.
"Can I have a bit longer than 10 minutes? I never get to the end of the chapter before I turn my light out." I pleaded.
"Ok but then absolutely has to be lights out and straight to sleep." She answered.
Little victories felt hard to come by these days so I was grateful for them no matter how minor and headed off to brush my teeth.
As I stood there in front of the mirror watching myself brush I did take the opportunity to look at how the nightie looked at to be fair to my mum she was right, you couldn't tell. Whether she felt it mattered or not when we were at home, to me I decided it did matter and I preferred it not being so obvious.
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I woke to what was initially a noise that I couldn't figure out what it was at all. I was still pretty sleepy so it took me at least 30 seconds or so to realise that it was the sound of a vacuum cleaner. What the hell was she doing vacuuming so early, I thought . Did she not know I was sleeping!!!!
I tried to block the noise out and go back to sleep but it was no good. The more I tried to block out the noise the more I focussed on it. Instead I tried to roll onto my side and wrap my pillow round the my head so both my ears were covered but it made little difference. So instead I just gave, opened my eyes and looked at my clock to see what time it was. the time.
I should have known it was quite late in the morning as the sun was shining brightly and despite my curtains being closed, the light peaked through the gaps and gave my room a warm glow.
I toyed with the idea of just staying bed for a while but that idea didn't last long. I tried to think about what I could do that day but I got bored prettying quickly. As I laid there and contemplated what to do, my stomach growled and reminded me that I was really quite hungry and ready for some breakfast.
As I was laid on my side, my legs were quite tightly pushed together and it was a little uncomfortable. Even when I was dry laying on my side made me certainly more conscious of the type of "underwear" I was wearing. When I go to bed I tend to lay on my front and to be honest it's not uncomfortable at all and I quickly forget about it. I think that helps me get to sleep too.
However, when I am wet it's even more uncomfortable to lay on my side. And simply judging by the pressure on my inner thighs I could tell that this morning was definitely another wet morning.
To relieve the pressure and to improve my comfort I rolled onto my back and opened my legs a little. I probably went through the same process most mornings and I hated this part when wearing the pull-ups. Quite often I could feel my pyjamas were a little wet and damp. But the worst part was it felt yucky between my legs as my inner thighs were almost always wet, where the leg gathers had leaked.
The pull-ups generally had also become a lot looser by this time in the morning and every time I moved I could feel the material of the leg gathers rub against my wet skin at the top of my legs. It wasn't nice and I always just wanted to get up and get it off as soon as possible.
I put my hand down to see what my skin felt like this morning and I had to admit the pampers were a lot better at keeping everything in. Even along the edge right next to the elasticated leg bands my skin was completely dry. However what I did notice and what did surprise me was that my pyjamas were a little damp on the front. There seemed to be a damp oval near my belly button.
My attention was drawn to the vacuum being switched off and I could hear my mum as she walked around on the landing outside my room. No doubt she would be in soon to see if I was awake.
In fact it didn't take long before she opened my door and came in.
"Morning sleepy head, do you know what time it is? You must be hungry.... what would you like for breakfast today?" She said cheerfully as she opened the curtains. She always was very cheerful in the morning , I don't know how she does it as I always felt generally tired and grumpy.
"Let's quickly do the video and get you cleaned then I will make you some crumpets if you like." She announced without giving me any real time to answer. In fact I didn't have the chance to really say anything before she disappeared back out the door.
"Right let me just set this up again and we will get cracking" she stated as she stood her tablet in its usual position and pressed the record button.
"Hello everyone again, its us again and I have just decided to try and wake Amy up. It's actually nearly 10:30'and my little sleepy head has been having a long lie in. Wish I could remember what that was like!
Come on Amy scoot yourself over here so we can see how things went last night." She instructed.
So with little option I got myself out of bed and shuffled over to her.
"So how do you feel this morning Amy. Are you wet?" she asked to my surprise.
I was initially taken aback as I previously hadn't been asked to answer questions so directly on the video. I didn't really know what to say.
"Ermm... My nightie is a bit wet" I answered meekly. I didn't want to say yes I wet myself in my sleep as a direct admission so instead decided to deflect the answer to the fact that the thing she seems to enjoy speaking so highly of on these videos didn't work properly.
"Oh ok, let's take a bit of closer look at what you mean." She replied, seemingly quite surprised and certainly knocked out of her stride.
My mum examined my nightie and noticed the damp area. Then she checked my bed too, in order to see if that was wet as well.
"Yes it does seem like we have had a bit of a leak last night, there is a small damp patch on the front of her nightie and a similar patch on her mattress. Although it's not too bad it's definitely the first time we have any kind of leak." She announced to the camera.
With her attention back to me she then unceremoniously lifted the front of my nightie up to just below my chin.
"Wow! My word Amy it looks like you really flooded this nappy last night. It looks like it's about to burst!" She added.
I looked down to see what she meant and had to agree that the padding on the front looked very swollen. It looked like it had grown in size by double the amount it was before.
She then physically turned me around and I felt my nightie being lifted in the back too.
"Interestingly while the front is completely saturated, as you may be able to see the back is virtually completely dry. There is a little bit of wetness at the bottom there but the majority of the material is bone dry. I don't know if anything can be done to try and get the wetness to be more evenly distributed. Maybe that's something the Pampers boffins could work on." She commented as she span me back round again so my front was facing the camera.
"If I run my fingers along the waistband at the front... yes you can feel that her tummy is a little wet and this is where the leak came from. Which is often the issue with Amy as she sleeps on her tummy. Also I taped the nappy on tightly last night and there does seem to be a little more of a gap at the waist. I don't know if the tapes have moved slightly or something has stretched.
I will weigh the nappy once I have finished this video, as I have been asked to do every day and that will probably confirm that the nappy is a lot fuller than it has been on previous days. And actually it's not that huge of a surprise, we normally make sure Amy doesn't have any liquid after 6 o'clock in the evening, but as a bit of a test I did give her rather a large cup of hot chocolate right before bed last night. Plus she must have had the best part of 11 to 12 hours sleep. It's just a little bit disappointing that her nappy leaked particularly as half of it is still completely dry.
Oh well like I said perhaps nothing is completely full proof and it was a particularly tough test. Hopefully you will join me for my next video tonight. Bye for now."
I was fuming. I knew there must have been a reason I was given hot chocolate and I was a bit annoyed at myself for just going along with it.
"Mum that's really unfair that you made me drink hot chocolate so I would wet." I announced trying to look as annoyed as possible.
"I am sorry Amy you are right, I should have probably told you, but I thought if you didn't have any problems we could maybe relax the bedtime drink rule as how often do you nag me to let you have drinks after 6?" She argued back.
To be fair she did have a bit of a point, if I am honest I do moan a lot that I am not allowed any drinks later on. Even if I am really thirsty she never lets me and I probably do moan at her about it. I thought about a suitable reply but felt a little defeated.
"Anyway hold your nightie up for me. If we have any leaks it says we have to take pictures to document it, so I just need to take a couple of pics before you can get cleaned up and get some breakfast. Plus don't forget we are going swimming after lunch." She reminded, as she picked her tablet up off the table.
I did as I was told and held my nightie up while she took what seemed to be a million pictures.
"You know what Amy you are being absolutely brilliant about all this. I am really proud that you have been acting so maturely. How about after swimming we do a bit of shopping and then get something to eat. You can decide where we go?" She offered.
It was actually really nice to hear her say she was proud of me and I felt nice a warm and couldn't help but let out a little smile.
"Yeah that would be cool. Can we go to Pizza Hut." I replied. She probably expected me to say that, Pizza Hut is easily my favourite place to eat. You get free salads and I like the bread sticks. The pizzas are really nice and then you get to help yourself to ice cream and cover it with as much topping as you want. I always feel like I am going to burst once I have been there. I can't wait!!!
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Oct 21, 2017 at 11:25 PM
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nray999 said:
It's great to see you back again, and continuing your high quality writing. Mom is believably annoying and enthusiastic and the memories of diaper checks are a great detail.
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Thanks for the comment. I do very much appreciate comments as it means at least one person read it.
Mum is actually modelled quite a lot after my real mum. She was always straight to the point and honestly rarely understood how things can be embarrassing. She didn’t do it on purpose she was very loving but very embarrassing at the same time!
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Timestamp: Nov 4, 2017 at 2:24 AM
Content: Next chapter in prep ��
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Nov 14, 2017 at 5:07 PM
Content: Swimming was pretty fun but the heating in the pool didn’t seem to work very well so as soon as you got out it was absolutely freezing. I really hated that feeling and it was so hard to get dry and warm again. At one point I physically shivered and my teeth chattered, as my mum dried my hair. It seemed to take forever to dry my hair as the hairdryers that were available in the pool only seemed to let out a faint warm waft.
Once we were back in the car I started to warm up and my my mind started to wander towards my upcoming pizza, as my stomach did a little gurgle and growl. It took about 20 minutes to get to Pizza Hut and we didn’t talk much and just listened to the radio. The fact that I had turned the volume up to listen to one of my favourite songs at the time probably had something to do with it!
Just as we pulled up my mothers phone rang, much to my annoyance. I was hungry and the being sat outside the restaurant did nothing to quell my hunger. I had no idea who it was that had called, as I couldn’t hear what the other person was saying. All I could tell was that it was a woman and I had no choice but to listen to half conversation.
“Hello...”
“Oh hello, I am fine thank you...”
No it’s ok I can talk. I am just sat in the car, Amy and I are about to get something to eat...”
There was quite a long pause as the other lady seemed to have quite a lot to say. The fact that my mum used my name like she did intrigued me, as it suggested it was someone who knew me.
“No you are right she has been an absolute star. To be honest that’s why we are going out for something to eat. As a little treat for her being so good and mature about it all...”
Now she really had my attention and I was really confused. Clearly I knew why I had earned my treat, as my mother described it. But she had told me that she hadn’t talked to her other friends about it or other members of the family, not that we see them much. Had she lied and if not who could this person be. Maybe she had lied on the phone to keep the thing a secret and she was was referring to something else that I may have done to earn a treat, I pondered.
“Why thank you, that’s very kind of you to say. Although it’s always horrible watching yourself and hearing yourself back on video...
I must admit I have sort of enjoyed making them and if people find them useful or get something out of watching them then that’s great”. I started to feel my face flush with a level of embarrassment as I now became convinced that she was absolutely talking about the nappy videos and I still had no idea who it was.
“I suppose I just wanted to make each one a little different and focus on one particularly, new thing each day. I thought it might help keep people interested and coming back to watch more....”
“I don’t know about that, but again you are too kind. I am really glad you liked them...”
“Erm I suppose so, but to be honest I am not really sure what that would involve...”
There was a long pause as the lady again seemed to be saying a lot. My mother didn’t reply reply other than the odd acknowledgment.
“Ok...”
“Ok...”
“Oh I see”
“Wow that does sound pretty good and like you say it would certainly save quite a bit of money off of the monthly shopping bill. I haven’t actually really heard of Proctor and Gamble or what they did, I guessed it was the parent company of pampers or something, but I certainly didn’t know you had so many other products.
Well they aren’t all the brands I normally use, but like you say if it’s effectively free then I am sure I can be persuaded to change my loyalty”. She responded punctuated with a rather fake sounding laugh. My god she was embarrassing sometimes!
“Let me talk it through with Amy and get back to you very soon. Is that ok?” Mum said seemingly drawing the conversation to a close.
Finally she ended the call, put her phone in her purse and without a hint of an explanation got out of the car. I had little choice but to follow her lead, so got out too and headed towards the restaurant
Once we had been shown to our seats and ordered our drinks orders we were left to ourselves for a moment. My mum gave nothing away, but just picked up the menu and started to scan what was on offer. I was incensed. How could she have the conversation she had just had, which ended with a clear indication that she needed to talk to me about it and then say nothing.
I looked round at the tables adjacent to us, the restaurant was pretty full. I wanted to ask her about the phone call, but at the same time I was worried about how the conversation might go and my mum was pretty likely to have no shame about talking about things very openly and candidly. I wasn’t sure whether it was worth the risk and embarrassment.
The nearest table was right next to ours and there was a family with two small children. They very much were in hearing range. There was a little girl sat in a high chair, I would guess she was about 18 months old. She was quite happily just sat there making a complete mess of a colouring book with some crayons. Her older brother was being far less quiet. I could tell that my mother had noticed them too as she gave the boy a little, slightly disapproving look. He was climbing all over the seats, up and down, he even stood up on the bench at one point, which seemed to be the only thing that caused any kind of comment from his parents.
I am not sure how old he was, it’s hard to say and I was pretty rubbish at guessing kids ages. If I had to guess I would say he was about 3 or 4, but I really wasn’t sure. One thing that my own “situation” probably gave me a heightened sensitivity for, was to be able to easily spot a nappy clad bottom. In this instance though you certainly didn’t need x-Ray eyes as it was extremely obvious. His type of underwear was part of the reason why I thought this kid must probably have been younger than he looks.
His little blue khaki shorts were a little big in reality and they really needed a belt to keep them up properly. Plus with all his climbing up and down his red and white t-shirt constantly rode up, leaving a full 3 or 4 inches of nappy waistband constantly on display. His constant clambering and noise was a big distraction to my task of choosing my pizza, but I also couldn’t help but watch and notice how he didn’t have a care in the world.
Even though he was still young I just would have expected him to be more self-conscious about it. Maybe that’s my own paranoia kicking in, but the boy seemed to be either blissfully unaware or he blatantly just didn’t care. His parents must have noticed too, but did nothing to cover him up. It all seemed so alien to me. But clearly not to that family and clearly not to my mum.
“So that was Allison, the lady from Pampers on the phone, she really loved the videos.” My mum blurted out, like it was the most normal thing anyone could say. My face instantly flushed as I checked to see the parents at the adjacent table had reacted to the statement. They seemed engrossed in their own conversation fortunately.
“Muuuummmm!” I muttered under my breath, as I tried to not bring anymore unwanted attention.
“What would you like to eat have you decided?” She replied, which left me puzzled as to whether she got the hint.
“Ermm I don’t know. Pepperoni I guess” I replied, slightly thrown by the complete change in direction of the conversation.
“Ok that sounds good, sure you don’t want to try anything different? By the way Allison, thought you were great and really mature about the whole thing, which made me really proud.” She said with a big smile.
I was flabbergasted, I wondered if she even knew when she was doing it. Why on earth would she think that I would want to talk so openly about it now! I hoped that if I just didn’t reply then she would just stop talking about it.
“She particularly liked the fact that we tried different pyjamas for the different videos and she thought your minion nightie was very cute. I think I will just have the chicken and pasta salad, I am not massively hungry” she commented further.
I could feel my face get more flushed and wanted to just sink as low as possible in my chair.
“Muuuuummm!! Can we talk about something else!” I said, still under my breath but loud enough that she could definitely hear it this time. I looked across at he other family as I tried to give a further hint.
“Oh don’t be silly Amy. No-one is interested in our conversation. But this is your treat so we can talk about what you want and I can tell you about Alison’s proposal later.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Nov 14, 2017 at 6:19 PM
Content: Sorry this chapter is a little bit shorter but it seemed such a perfect spot to end
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Nov 22, 2017 at 7:26 PM
Content: Well my mother managed to contain her enthusiasm enough to wait until we were at least in the car and on the way home again before she brought up her phone conversation.
“So as I was saying, Allison was extremely impressed with how mature you had been about participating in the trial and she said that the feedback we had provided was excellent and really important for helping them know what works and what doesn’t work in a real environment as opposed to a laboratory environment.
In fact she was so impressed that she has offered us a place on their product testing panel.” She announced eagerly. My initial reaction wasn’t positive, not least because I imagined that would most like mean a situation where my nightly videos became the norm, rather than a temporary means to an end. I was actually really looking forward to the end of the 7 days and an end to the public display of my inability to keep my bed dry. I simply would tell her no, I decided. I am not doing it any more!
“What if I don’t want to?” I remarked rather meekly, as I interrupted her. My assertiveness seemed to desert me, as it sounded so much better and more forceful in my head.
“Don’t be silly. I haven’t even told you the good part yet.” She replied, seemingly undeterred by my intervention.
“But I don’t want to do any more videos! I don’t want to be on a testing thing. Whatever you called it” I retorted, with an increased level of determination.
“Well obviously we have to finish the 7 days. That was the deal” Mum answered perplexed by the fact that I don’t want to do more videos.
“No I mean I don’t want to keep doing the videos after the 7 days is finished.” I clarified.
“That’s fine honey I am sure they won’t expect daily videos like we are doing now. We just need to test what they send us and tell them about what we think.” She answered.
Well I must admit that did make me feel a bit better that there may actually be an end to the daily videos after all. Mum clearly saw my silence as a permission to proceed.
“So first they want us to meet them at the Pampers product development centre. It’s in Germany and they will even pay for us to fly out there. How amazing is that!” She announced enthusiastically.
“Then basically they will send us new products to try and they use the feedback we give them to help learn how to make them better.” She explained.
It was a lot to take in and I really didn’t get why we should do this. I couldn’t see what was in it for me, to be used as a sort of guinea pig.
“So do we get money or something for doing it.” I enquired.
“Yes sort of. You see Pampers are part of a bigger group called Proctor and Gamble. They make loads of different things and own loads of different companies. If they take us on there are different levels, some earn more than others. But Allison suggested we would most likely be on the higher level of benefit, which means that we get some sort of loyalty card. She said there is a website where we can order lots of stuff that we use all over the house, extremely cheaply. I reckon we could probably save over £100 a month.” She continued to explain.
“Great. I test stuff and you get more money.” I blurted out grumpily.
“Don’t be silly. If you support me on this then you would definitely get something too. We would have to see how it goes, but if Allison is right about how much we could save, I may consider doubling your allowance!” She offered. It was no doubt a bribe, but in all honesty it sort of worked. Because my mind was immediately diverted to start to think about the extra money and what I could do with it. My allowance was already more than my friends got, so doubling it would be great. I could download all the music I want, buy all the accessories I want... the options were endless!
“What do you think?” She asked, as she clearly tried to gain my acceptance whilst I was at my most motivated point following her allowance offer.
“I don’t know, if I get double my allowance that would be kinda cool” I answered, as we pulled up to the front of our house.
“Great! I will let Allison know” she exclaimed.
Wait... what... I didn’t say yes I just said it would be kinda cold to get more money.
In a flash she had her phone out of her purse. As soon as the car came to a halt.
“But mum...” I tried to interject.
“Quiet Amy please. It’s ringing.” She barked back.
“Oh hi Allison..... No it’s no problem at all, we are home now....
“Yes we have and we would love to join the team” she announced, before I had chance to tell her that I hadn’t actually said yes.
“Great.... yes we will fill them in and send them back as soon as they get here.....
“Wonderful....
“You too. Goodbye” she said cheerfully as she ended the call.
I planned to continue my protest as soon as she was off the phone, but she was already up and out the door before I could get a word in.
“I didn’t say yes. I just said it would be kinda cool to get an increased allowance.” I complained as I followed her into the house.
“Well I am sorry, but it sounded very much to me that you were prepared to support mummy on this. You heard me tell Allison that we were on-board with the idea. I can’t really call her back now and tell her we have changed our mind.
I have been really impressed how you have handled this sweetie. It has made me really proud and shows how you are maturing into a mature young lady.” Her tone softened and she punctuated the last sentence by giving me a big hug.
I did like it when she said she was proud of me. It made me sort of warm inside. My mind was spinning, part of me wanted to continue my protest. But part of me and what had become a slightly bigger part, had melted slightly at her praise. I found it really difficult to say no and to disappoint her after she had showed how proud she was of me.
“I guess we could try it for a bit” I announced rather softly. Not wanting to be too committed for anything but a short period.
“That’s wonderful sweetie. I love you” she replied as she gave me another big hug.
Once our embrace was finished I decided to focus on something positive and headed up to my room to start to explore what a double allowance may afford.
I had been so engrossed in online shopping that I hadn’t kept an eye on the time. My concentration was broken as my mum came into my room and I noticed she had brought a cup of hot chocolate.
Again I found myself torn. On one hand I really liked hot chocolate and it had been at least a couple of hours since I had had anything to drink and my mouth salivated at the prospect of the warm, velvety chocolate. But I also now knew after last night, that mums gesture was not completely selfless. So should I reject the drink, which I could now smell and now craved, or give in and become a willing party to mums plan. In the end I decided that I was going to pee my pants regardless, so I might as well enjoy the drink!
As I settled back on my bed and slowly sipped the still scolding liquid, I watched as my mum prepared for tonight’s video. Before long she had brought all her supplies and set the tablet up ready to record. She hadn’t said anything, but I could tell a feature of tonight’s video was yet another type of pyjamas. I watched as she laid out some pjs that I actually hadn’t seen in quite a while and I wasn’t sure I really wanted to show them to the world.
“When you are finished with your hot chocolate, do your teeth and then we can get the video done and out of the way.” She announced.
I slowly finished my drink and made sure to savour every last drop. Especially as the last part was my favourite part as the chocolate flavour seemed to get stronger as you got to the end. When there was nothing left in the cup there was little to do but go and brush my teeth.
As I came back into my room I found my mum stood patiently, a Pampers nappy unfolded and held ready in her hands. I didn’t need any instruction as I had started to become more and more accustomed to the routine. So I just got undressed until I had nothing on and headed over to the the middle of my bed where my mum was waiting.
I laid back on the bed and allowed my momentum to help me rock back and lifted my legs in the air. Just as I felt like I was about rock forwards again I felt my mum grab my ankles together. In one smooth motion I felt her gently push my legs higher and further back so that my bottom and a little of my lower back lifted away from my bed. As she did so she pushed the unfolded nappy as far as she could under me, before allowing my legs to gently come back down.
I knew what came next so I opened my legs and knees and as soon as I had done that my mum pulled the nappy up and smoothed it over my tummy. She must have been happy with the positioning first time, as I heard the rip of tapes being opened and secured.
Next she picked up my pjs and undid the zip that went down the front. I guess I have to admit that a few years ago I was obsessed with the film frozen and had all sorts of frozen memorabilia. I had everything from a purse, to snow globe nightlight, to posters and books. I also had, what were my favourite pjs at the time, my frozen onesie. But that was then and now I was far too mature for that film and all my posters and memorabilia were put away or thrown. I didn’t even know the pjs were still in my drawer.
“Muuuuummmm. I haven’t worn those in ages and I am way too old for frozen pyjamas now.” I objected.
“You used to love these they were your favourite. In fact if it wasn’t for the fact that I had to wash them you would have worn them none stop if I let you. Plus it’s the only onesie you have at the minute and I need to show different pyjama styles in the video.” She replied.
She was right I would have worn them every day if I could and I often would stay in them as long as possible when I woke up. All day if I could. But I was younger then. I considered continuing to argue, but I knew all to well from past experience that once her mind is made up there is little to no chance of changing it.
“Come on out your feet in then we can get you all zipped up and snug!” She encouraged, as she held open the onesie so that it was ready for me to slip my feet into.....
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Aug 29, 2018 at 1:31 AM
Content: I recognise this is not far a year off my last chapter but I was in the mood for writing a bit more
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With no doubt a rather teen like reluctance I did as I was told but made sure my displeasure was known.
As my mum pulled the pyjamas up I think it was clear that they were really getting too small for me. I can’t remember the last time I wore them, it must have been at least a year ago. She struggled to do the zip up but did manage it in the end. Looking down at the pictures on my chest I did have a twinge of nostalgia although I wouldn’t like to admit that. But the size was definitely an issue as the material seemed to tug down on my shoulders as I guess my torso was just too long now for them.
“Hi everyone and welcome to the latest video. As promised I have raided Amy’s pyjama drawer to try and show as many different types of sleepwear as possible.
I came across this one which is adorable and Amy absolutely loved it. In fact she would have worn it all day every day if I had let her.” My mum said enthusiastically. Whilst I was fixated on my pyjamas I hadn’t notice her pressing record on the tablet. So I had no choice but to just stand there and hope the video was a quick one.
“I must admit she has outgrown frozen now which is a bit bitter sweet. I do miss these cute pyjamas but there is only so many times you can here the song let it go before it starts to drive you insane.
Anyway as you can probably tell I am not sure this is the best example of a onesie as it’s really gotten too small for Amy now but she doesn’t have another onesie to try on at the moment so I thought it was worth trying anyway.
Also there are different types of onesies some are more of a fleece material which are lovely and warm for winter and some like this one are made from a much thinner material. So it means they can be worn pretty much all year round. Which is why Amy used to wear them so often.
Onesies have got really popular especially with girls and I know they are often great for sleepovers but I am not sure how great they are for helping to hide absorbent underwear. Being too small doesn’t help I am sure but as you can probably see it doesn’t do much to hide any extra lumps and bumps.
It’s not too bad I suppose in the front. Have a seat on the bed for me sweetie.” She unexpectedly instructed. I was a litre puzzled why but knew if I argued it would only mean a re-take of video, so I sat down as instructed.
“Yes as I thought. When she sits down the extra padding is more obvious. Stand up for us Sweetie and show us the back.” I did my best to avoid an audible moan, but again did as I was asked.
“Yes. Again I am sure not helped by how small these are on her, but I am sure you can all see how it’s fairly obvious that she is wearing a nappy.
So not sure how helpful that has been. I wouldn’t say onesies are a complete no no. I am sure the thicker fleece type would be fair better at hiding any extra lumps and bumps. And even getting something a little larger so it is more baggy would help too.
That’s all for now. See you soon.” She announced as she stopped the recording.
“Ok Sweetie that’s all done so it’s time for bed.”
“Can I take the onesie off now it feels tight” I asked.
“I am sure it isn’t too bad and we will need it on for the morning video anyway. So do you think you could wear it just for one night for me?” She asked hopefully.
“Can I read for a little bit?” I asked instead of answering her question. I figured might as well get something for doing what she wanted.
“Ok but just for 10 minutes. It’s already late.” She replied.
Happy at my small victory I got into bed and picked up my book, Gangsta Granny. I was really enjoying reading it so was keen to see what was going to happen in the next chapter.
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I was woken the next morning as pretty much always by my mum bursting into my room and telling me it was time to get up. Why she couldn’t let me sleep until I woke up naturally I could never understand. She always went on about wasting the day or some rubbish like that.
I rolled over to face the wall in a futile attempt to go back to sleep. As I did so I felt my pyjamas tug at my shoulders and remembered I was wearing my old frozen onesie. The other side effect of the size of my pjs was that whilst it pulled on my shoulders it also pulled at the other ends. I could feel the material pulling tight against my nappy as it compressed the padding against my skin. More so than I remembered before going to sleep.
“Come on sleepy head. Time to get up” my mother said loudly as she pulled my covers partly down so that only my lower legs were now covered.
I felt her sit on the bed next to me but I was still face down with my head buried in my pillow and facing the wall. She started to run her nails down my back, like she used to when I was little. It felt soooo nice and soothing. Every now and then the feeling would almost tickle and cause me to flinch, but was mostly just right.
“Come on time to get up.” came the abrupt end to my nice back massage. The word up was punctuated by a loud slap to my bottom.
I rolled over and opened my eyes to see my mum setting up for the now inevitable video. So I sat up and swung my legs so I was sat on the edge of my bed while I waited for her to get on with it. The night ones were bad enough but I liked the morning onesie even less as my inability to keep my bed dry is broadcast to the world.
“Morning everyone and welcome to our latest video.
I have just woken my sleepy head up and we are about to get ready for the day. She is not a morning person and I promise you she would waste half the day if she got the chance by sleeping in.
I guess in one sense that is perhaps a sign that the new pampers are working well. She isn’t being woken up by being wet and uncomfortable. Getting a good nights sleep is so important for there development and helping them concentrate at school.
So if you could pop over here Amy so we can see how we got on last night.
For those of you who watched the last video of will recognise the pyjamas. As mentioned then they really are too small for her so not a brilliant example to use but were the only pyjamas of this type she has currently.
Probably even more so than last night as you can see that these pyjamas are not the best at hiding night nappies. I am just having a quick look and can see that they are mostly dry but there is a wet patch here at the top of her left thigh. The material across her tummy does feel a little damp too, but it’s only slightly so not too bad.
Let have a look at the back. Again pretty much dry although that left side between her legs is a tiny bit wet.
Can you take your pjs off for me Sweetie?”
I pulled the zip down and took my shoulders out of the onesie. It was nice to relieve the pressure and be able to stretch. The removal of the tight pyjamas also meant that the nappy was no longer tightly pressed against my body and gravity took effect.
“Wow. It’s perhaps not a huge surprise that we had a couple of wet patches when you see how wet this nappy is. I don’t know where it all comes from! You can see how heavy it is”. I couldn’t help but blush as my mum announced the fact that I seem to be some kind of champion pee’er. I was still facing away from the camera when she decided to emphasise her point about the weight by lifting the sagging, heavy padding which was over my bottom and between my legs and then letting it fall.
“So in summary it’s a little disappointing that we had some small leaks. If I had let her sleep longer we might have had a bigger problem. Having said that it’s still a vast improvement over any pull-ups we have tried. I would have had a lake to deal with.
Anyway I think that’s all for today. See you all in the next video... bye”. My mum finally concluded the video and turned off the recording.
“Mum please can we stop doing the videos. I know I said I would but I don’t really like them”. I protested.
“Oh there is nothing to worry about I am always super careful so your face isn’t shown and I t ally thank this will be a big help to people. To show all the thousands of boys and girls like you that they are not alone. It’s a really brave thing you are doing and I have told you how proud I am of you” she said with a warm smile.
There she goes again with the “P” word and it works every time. I really did like the thought of her being so proud of me and if it did help people then maybe that’s good. I still wished the 7 days would finish sooner.
“I will go and get your breakfast ready if you can clean yourself up. Do you fancy porridge today?” She asked.
“Erm. Do you have any of that cereal that is like little pillows?” I enquired, with a bit of a craving for a cereal I used to always eat.
“Yes I think so, let me check”. She replied.
I headed through to the bathroom while my mom went downstairs. Our bathroom had a fairly large cabinet above the sink on the wall that had two mirror doors. I could only see the top half of myself in the mirror, but noticed my hair was a proper mess. I tried to fix it as best I could but really needed a proper brushing.
Instead I turned my attention to removing the heavy sagging garment that clung to my hips. I would have to admit that I did prefer to not wake up in wet pyjamas and bed clothes like I used to every day. But I also didn’t really like how the nappy felt when wet. It seemed to sag a lot more and hung between my legs. I think if I jumped up and down on the spot enough it actually might fall off.
As I looked down to undo the tapes I could see the front padding was a slightly different colour to when I went to bed. It had a strange almost slightly mottled appearance. It wasn’t yellow but a sort of off white colour. The two wide tapes were still tugging at the patterned strip across the front pulling the material across my tummy. Above where the rough patterned strip ended the white thin material of the waistband extended and even though had some elasticaction this now gapped out and away from my tummy.
I was keen to get dry so I grabbed the right hand tape and pulled. It was really difficult to remove. I couldn’t really get enough of my fingers grabbed onto it so I could get enough force to pull it free. This was the first time I had tried to take it off myself and I was not impressed that I was failing so miserably. I tried the other tab but that was no better, this was impossible. I had little choice but to seek help.
I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen I could see my mum had put my cereal on the kitchen table, but was in the utility room.
“Mum..... mum...” I asked initially without any reply.
“What is it Sweetie” she eventually replied, shouting into the kitchen from the other room. I thought for a moment about how to explain my predicament with most grace but there was little I could do but just tell it how it was.
“I can’t get my nappy off. The tape things are stuck” I announced.
“Oh well just have your cereal and I will help you in a minute when I have finished with this washing.” She replied.
It wasn’t really the answer I wanted but I guessed I didn’t have much choice so I trudged over and sat at the table to eat my cereal.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 3, 2018 at 1:35 AM
Content: Thank you for the messages. I am glad you like the story. The nice messages do help give me the motivation to write more so thank you. The latest update is below.
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My cereal did a good job of appeasing my morning hunger. I always woke up hungry and needed something to eat. One of my friends says they never eat breakfast which I just don’t get.
I looked around to see where my mum was but couldn’t see her. The tv in the kitchen was on and I clearly must have been too distracted by that whilst filling my belly to notice where she went. So I put my cereal bowl in the sink and went to find her.
I looked all over the downstairs of the house and called out for her, but she didn’t answer. So I headed upstairs to continue my search. As I walked up the staircase I could feel the heavy, saturated padding sagging between my legs. It was something I was actually reasonably familiar with as the pull-ups I used to use always used to sag terribly. But I would also feel really wet too, it’s not a great feeling. These didn’t sag as much as the pull-ups did and I didn’t actually feel physically wet, I noticed.
I searched the upstairs of our house and still couldn’t find her, which was odd. I was about to head back down and try and see if she was outside when I heard her voice. I waited at the top of the stairs as I wasn’t sure if she was on the phone or talking to a neighbour. Eventually I figured out that she was on the phone in the lounge, so I went down to show my displeasure at not being able to find her.
“Muuuum!!!” I said as I announced my arrival with as much annoyance in my voice as I could muster.
“Amy, excuse me... I am on the phone” came her retort. I could tell she didn’t find my interruption particularly pleasing as she gave me a sort of ‘don’t be so rude’ type glare.
“But I need help” I said, as I pointed to the tapes on my nappy. Waiting to see if she would answer my request, but instead she just went back to her phone call.
“Just a second Sweetie. I am just speaking to Allison.
Sorry about that.....
yes she is absolutely fine thank you.....
Good thank you. Although she does find the tapes very hard to remove. You mentioned they were new and extremely strong which I think is certainly true....” she stated, before beckoning me over to her.
I was somewhat hesitant, but went over to where she was sat.
As I approached she wedged her phone between her ear and her shoulder and reached out with her left hand towards me. I was just out of reach so she lent forward and grabbed the waistband of my nappy and pulled me towards her. I stumbled forward. With her left hand still gripping the waistband, she gripped the left hand tape and after a couple of firm tugs, it came free with a very loud Velcro rip. A few seconds later the right hand tape was also loudly forced free and the weight of the nappy, now released from around my waist, took effect. I opened my legs slightly, and the sodden nappy swung out from between my legs. Still holding the waistband, she held it up towards me.
“There’s some nappy bags in the bathroom, wrap it up and put it in a bag for me Sweetie....
Sorry about that. Amy just needed a little help”
I took the nappy from her and noticed how heavy it felt. I folded it over and headed up to the bathroom to find a bag. I was sort of keen to listen to what my mum was talking to Allison about but I couldn’t just stand there, so decided to do as I was told. Plus I was now completely naked so was keen to get some clothes on.
When I got to the bathroom I searched in the drawers and found the bags. I pulled one out and stuffed the nappy into it and then just left it on the side. I always was told to have a shower in the morning so I decided to just get on with that and leave mum with her stupid call with Allison.
After my shower I dried myself off and wrapped up in a towel before heading back to my room. I was in the middle of getting dressed when my mum came into my room.
“Hi Sweetie. I have some exciting news” she said enthusiastically. I had now started to get worried every time my mum got enthusiastic about something.
“What is it?” I asked hesitantly.
“Well you know we got invited to Germany, well they want us to fly there tomorrow. It’s a lot earlier than I expected, but to be honest it would be better to get it done before the school holidays are over. So we need to get into town and buy some things for the trip.” She announced.
I still wasn’t completely sure what this trip involved, but I was quite excited nonetheless.
I have only been abroad like 5 times or something and all my friends seem to go every year. I loved going on planes so I couldn’t help but get a bit excited about that.
“Finish getting dressed and I will help you dry your hair” She offered. I had dried my own hair before, but I way preferred it when she did it, so I was grateful of the offer.
Once we were ready to go we headed into town and bought the things we needed. I am not sure why we couldn’t just take the things we had at home but my mum decided we needed to buy some small bottles of shampoo and toothpaste and stuff like that. I got to pick lunch though which was a bonus. I struggled to pick between my two favourites, subway and McDonald’s but went for McDonald’s in the end. After a 6
Nugget meal meal was demolished we headed home.
When we got home I headed to my room to see what had been happening in the world of snapchat and instagram. I hadn’t been online for about 3 hours at least so I was super keen to check my messages.
I was still engrossed in checking my social media feeds and didn’t even notice my mum come in the room. I wasn’t even sure what time it was.
“I am going to get dinner going, but have made you a list of things to pack. Would you help me and try and get the things on the list and put them on my bed so I can pack the cases.” She enquired.
“But mum. I am just talking to Katie?” I complained. Whilst I had some excitement about the trip, it wasn’t so great that I wanted to be distracted from my instant messenger.
“Oh Amy you are so lazy some times. Just help me out a bit please!” She replied, in a more serious tone.
I wasn’t happy but grabbed the piece of paper from her.
I looked at the list and got started. The first thing was t-shirts, I needed 3 apparently. So went to my wardrobe and picked out 3 of my favourites. Next was a jumper, so picked my superdry pink hoodie and took that along with the 3 t-shirts and laid them on my mums bed.
‘3 trousers/skirts’ was next on the list, which puzzled me slightly. Did she mean 3 of each or 3 in total. I decided 3 in total would be quicker so decided on that and grabbed two skirts and my favourite comfy jogging bottoms. They joined the other items on my mums bed.
‘5 knickers and 5 pairs of socks’ were next. So I headed to my chest of drawers and grabbed 5 of each. My mums knickers were pretty much always black, yet mine were always white. I had previously wondered why and what point do I get to start wearing black underwear. It seemed as though I would probably feel more grown up if I was allowed to wear black too.
‘5 nappies’ was the next item on the list. Only a moment ago I had pondered about when I might be able to wear more grown up underwear and in the next instance my feeling of maturity was brought to a crashing halt.
I went into the bathroom and opened the large cupboard that was under the sink. As I opened the door I saw the pack I was looking for. I don’t know how many were left but there seemed to be about 2/3 of the pack still remaining. I pulled the pack out and picked one out. I couldn’t help but notice how much thinner and lighter it was than the one that I had stuffed into a nappy bag earlier that day. Eager to get the task over with I pulled 5 out and put the pack back in the cupboard. I took them and piled them in a small stack next to the rest of my clothes. As I looked at my white underwear and my equally white night nappies I pondered about how time just seems to move too slow. I was so keen to be older like my cousin, who is fifteen. She seemed so cool and a world away from where I felt I was.
I was desperate to grow up. On one hand I was mad at my mum for making me wear nappies to bed as it felt so infantile. But on the other hand my stupid body didn’t do what it was supposed to do and I was all to aware that I was powerless to stop myself from wetting my bed and pyjamas. And whilst I would never tell my mum this, as much as I hated wearing nappies, I probably hated waking up in a soaking wet bed quite a bit more.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2018 at 11:29 PM
Content: Thanks for all the comments. I really appreciate it, so keep them coming
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 6, 2018 at 11:37 PM
Content: “Amy dinner is ready” I heard my mum call up from the kitchen.
I was pretty much done getting all the things on the list. I just had to decide what else I wanted to take. I had no idea how long the flight was going to be. From memory I didn’t think Germany seemed that far on the map, but I really didn’t have a clue. Maybe I could get a book, or a magazine at the airport I pondered. I loved airport shopping as it all seemed to add to the excitement of the trip. What would be best of all would be having a brand new IPad to watch some films on, that would be amazing, but there was little chance of that, at least not quite yet.
As I headed downstairs I could tell by the nice smell that my mum had made spaghetti bolognese. That had always been one of my favourites, ever since I was little.
“How did the packing go?” Mum asked as we sat down at the table.
“Fine. I think I got everything on the list”. I replied
“Great. Well done. We aren’t flying until tomorrow evening so we will get to the hotel reasonable late” she added.
“How long is the flight?” I asked.
“You know, I am not sure. I would guess maybe 2 or 3 hours. I don’t really know, to be honest. I have never been to Germany before.” She answered, clearly she had little more of an idea than I did.
We chatted a little bit more about the trip and mum said I would be able to get a book and magazine from the airport which I was happy about. After dinner I helped mum load the dishwasher and then headed into the lounge to watch some tv. I didn’t watch a huge amount of tv to be fair. Not like some kids, but there were some programmes I liked and we sometimes watched things together, especially at weekends.
All too soon it was time for bed and my mum was calling me up to do my teeth. I managed to negotiate another 15 minutes to finish watching the programme I was watching, but before long I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and having a wash.
When I was done I headed into my room, wondering what pjs my mum had dreamt up for me to wear to bed tonight. But to my surprise, when I got there I saw my bed was empty and there weren’t any pjs that I could see at all.
“Get undressed for me Sweetie and don’t just dump your dirty clothes on the floor!” She instructed, before heading out of my bedroom.
I had undressed to the point where I was just wearing my underwear and socks when my mum returned. I saw her hands were full, with a tablet in one hand and a nappy in the other. It wasn’t something I was surprised about, but still it wasn’t something I was looking forward to.
I sat on my bed, so that I could take my socks off more easily and as I did so my mum put the tablet down and started to open up the nappy. The quicker we got on with it the quicker it was over I decided, so I didn’t waste any time in taking my underwear off and gave them to my mum to put in the wash basket.
As she did that I shifted slightly further back on the bed, then rolled back and lifted my legs in the air as high as I could. I found I had to grab back my legs to stop them from falling forward again, but I had always been very flexible so it wasn’t too difficult.
“What a good girl you are” my mum remarked, obviously pleased at my level of compliance.
I couldn’t really see what exactly she was doing as I mainly stared towards the ceiling, but felt her brush the skin where my bottom met the bed as she must have tried to slide the nappy under me. I then felt her put some gentle pressure on my legs with one had, so that they came further towards my head. This had the effect of raising the bottom of my back up and away from the bed.
“Perfect, well done” she praised again, as she guided my legs back down.
I let them fall and separate which would allow her to quickly pull the nappy up between my legs. This and the taping up part, had started to become quite a quick process, but for some reason mum took more time on this occasion.
“I was speaking to Allison earlier as you know and she gave me some tips that might help stop any little leaks.” She started to explain.
It’s hard to explain exactly what she did, but she seemed to pull the front of each side, one at a time, up towards the middle and towards my tummy quite firmly, before she pulled it back across to wrap around my waist, ready to be taped.
“Apparently it’s important to make sure it’s nice and snug between your legs.” She further explained.
She then grabbed the front wing with one hand and held it down around my hip. With her other hand she opened up the tape with a loud rip and pulled it round to my front as far as it would go before sticking the tape down. She repeated the process with the other side. After that another new and unexpected step was introduced. It felt like she put her finger into the leg elastic right at the top where the back wing overlapped the front and then ran her finger down and along the edge of the leg elastic. She could only get so far as my legs were pretty much flat on the bed. She then repeated the process on the other side.
Next, again without any indication of what she was doing and why, she grabbed my left ankle and lifted my leg with her right hand. With her free left hand she again inserted her finger into the leg elastic and ran it as far as she could up the back. She repeated that again on the other side before she stood back to assess her efforts.
“Pretty good I think” she remarked.
I assumed that this was the signal that the process was now complete and sat back up on the bed. As I did so I immediately noticed that the nappy felt tighter than normal.
“It feels tight” I announced, as I looked up towards my mum.
“Stand up and let me see” she asked, not seemingly overly concerned about my statement.
She put two fingers into the front waistband and pulled to see how tight it was across my tummy. I hadn’t expected that so I stumbled forward slightly. She then spun me around and did a similar thing in the back. Finally after a further finger pull of the leg elastic near my bottom she concluded;
“I think it’s fine, honestly. It’s not too tight around your waist as, look I can easily get my fingers in there”. She reported as she again stuck two finger into the waistband and pulled. “Allison thinks I was probably taping it on too loosely, which might have caused some of the leak guards to gap. She recommended I tape it in more tightly tonight.”
I must admit when I was stood up it didn’t feel quite as tight as it had when I was sat down, but it still felt different to what I remembered from previous nights. It would be unfair to say it was very uncomfortable or painful, it was just that everything seemed to hug a bit more tightly. The padding seemed to be held more tightly against my skin.
I looked down, I am not completely sure why, but probably self consciously intrigued to know it looked any different. What I saw wasn’t much. There didn’t seem to be any reason difference, other than maybe the padding at the front didn’t puff out quite as much.
When I was getting the stuff we needed for the suitcase together I noticed that each nappy had a slightly different design pattern across the front, on the bit were the tapes are stuck down. One thing I was pleased to see was that none of them had any babyish shapes or patterns, like teddies, or building blocks, or something like that, which would have been mortifying. I noticed we had stars today. There were two sizes of little purple stars, spread in a uniform pattern across the horizontal tape landing strip.
“Ok?” She asked suddenly, which brought me out of my daze.
“I guess” was my only reply, as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Good. Oh and one thing I meant to ask. You know you find it hard to take your nappy off in the morning. Is it that it’s just stuck down too strongly for you to be able to pull the tapes off?” She enquired.
“Yeah. Well they are stuck down really hard and there is nothing to grab onto to pull” was my reply.
I tried to show her what I meant. At the end of the tape there is nothing to grab hold of which isn’t stuck down. There was only a very thin edge that wasn’t sticky but it was really hard to get enough of a grip of it.
“See there is nothing to grab a hold of, so my fingers just slip off and I can’t undo it” I explained further.
“Well I am sure you biting your nails doesn’t help, but I see what you mean.” She added, clearly with only partial sympathy.
I knew it would somehow be my fault. She always went on at me about biting my nails, but I had been doing it for that long I just couldn’t help it. My mum always had amazing nails and I would loved to have had some longer nails that I could get painted. I asked for to get some fake nails, but she wouldn’t let me have them.
The fact that I bit my nails did bring with it some practical problems. For example I could never open things like tomato ketchup sachets you get from KFC or Burger King. The only way I could do it was by tearing it with my teeth first. I could also never get the sticky tape off things like packaging or presents, or use stickers as I didn’t have any nails to get under the edge. So if you considered all that, to be fair there may be a tiny bit of truth in that my lack of nails probably made getting the tapes undone harder than it perhaps should have been.
“What pyjamas am I wearing tonight. The ones last night were too tight, plus I was really hot” I enquired.
“I wasn’t going to talk about any particular pyjamas during this video so up to you. I think it will be even hotter tonight, so maybe just a thin nightie or just a pyjama top if you prefer.” She answered.
I wasn’t used to being given a choice so I was not immediately sure what I wanted to wear. My legs always got hot and sweaty so I definitely didn’t want to wear pyjama bottoms. I headed over to my pyjama drawer to see what I had in there. I opened the drawers and had a rummage around to look for a thin nightie. I couldn’t find the one I was looking for and the only one in there looked like something a granny would wear. I definitely wanted something on my top, especially as I was no doubt about to be star in another video. For some reason I had started to get a little bashful about showing my bare chest. I mean it’s not like I had anything there, I looked like a boy! In fact I am pretty sure there were some boys in my year at school that had bigger boobs than me!
“Come on Sweetie, just pick something” mum hastened.
A little flustered at the hurry up I just grabbed a pyjama top and put it on. It was one I had had for a while now and it was actually one of my favourites. My mum bought it for me for my birthday a while back. It was turquoise, had a picture of a pug, which was my favourite dog and had ‘grumpy but gorgeous’ written on it.
“Stand there for me Sweetie.” Mum instructed.
“Hello again everyone. Time for our latest video and I have a couple of things I want to talk to you about today.” My mum announced, having wasted no time and giving me no warning that she was about to start the video.
I just stood there, my hands nervously fiddled with the bottom hem of my pyjama top. I happened to look down and noticed that the pyjama top was a little smaller than I remembered. It was now quite short on me and only really covered the top inch of my nappy. It was far too late to do anything about it now, I decided and it was better than being bare chested.
“Firstly I wanted to briefly discuss the tapes on the nappy. The first thing to say is that Pampers promises that these new tapes are super strong and designed to keep the nappy taped on securely no matter how active the child is. I have to say that I would agree that this is true, the tapes really are super strong. However this has actually had a bit of an unexpected side effect. Partly I think due to how strong they are, but also what we have found is that when you come to undo the tapes there is not a lot of material to get a hold of and get a good purchase on so you can apply enough force to undo the tape.
I haven’t personally found it too big a problem , but Amy has found it extremely difficult to undo them. So I guess this could be either a good thing or a bad thing depending on the situation. For example, I have heard with some older special needs children, parents have problems stopping the children from removing nappies when they shouldn’t be, which can end up with soiled beds. So with these new tapes it is likely to be much harder for wandering hands to remove them. For us, it’s probably not such a great thing as I would prefer Amy to have the ability to remove her nappies herself when she gets up in the morning.
The only other thing I should probably add is that Amy is a finger nail biter, so I am sure this won’t help the situation and as such other children might not find it as big of a problem.
Ok the second thing I wanted to talk about is some tips I have been given by a lovely lady called Allison who works at Pampers. She noticed that I was perhaps not taping the nappy on as tightly as I should be which is most likely why we had a small leak recently. So she gave me a couple of tips that I wanted to share with you.
Firstly it’s really important to ensure that you get a really nice and snug fit. Especially around the legs. We always put the nappy on as you would normally, with Amy laying on her back. Then after lifting her legs up I slide the open nappy under her bottom, making sure it’s up far enough and nicely in the middle. Next I pull the nappy up between her legs and this is the important bit. You make sure you pull the front of the nappy up as far as it can go, so that the elasticated legs get properly into the crease at the top of her inner thigh. Once you have done that you can pull it back out to the side and around the waist ready to be taped in place.
The next thing I learned was that I probably haven’t been taping the nappy on tightly enough, particularly as the back wings are so stretchy. So this time I pulled the wings further round and taped them slightly further in on the front. Once securely taped up, the next tip is to make sure the leg elastic and the leak guards inside are correctly positioned. This is really easy to do, by simply running your finger along the inside of the leg elastic and making sure none of it is folded over or tucked in.
That’s it really, it was very easy to do and I am really interested to see if it makes a difference to how well the nappy works. One thing I can say already is that having taped it on tighter tonight I think it does seem to fit her a little bit better. It’s a little bit more form fitting and it also means the padding doesn’t puff out as much. Give me a little twirl sweetie.
I don’t know if you can see that but I personally think it hugs her bottom a little better and as I said doesn’t puff out quite as much as it did previously, so I think this is probably a good tip. I don’t mean go crazy and tape it in so tight that it’s really uncomfortable for the child. I do a little two finger test to make sure it’s not too tight around the waste and when you run your finger along the leg elastic like I did earlieryou can make sure it’s not so tight that it’s going to dig into her skin and be sore.
That’s pretty much all I wanted to talk about in today’s video. Hope what I said made sense, but if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask and I will do my best to answer.
Bye for now!” She concluded the video with a little wave. As she turned the video recording off she announced it was bedtime, but that she would let me read for a little bit.
Mum turned the main bedroom light out, as I had a table lamp on the unit next to my bed so I could read. I fluffed my pillows up so I could sit slightly more upright and grabbed my book, before I settled back and started to read. My room was pretty warm still, so I decided to not get under the covers straight away.
I had only been reading for only a few minutes when I could feel myself start to get sleepy. I also felt a slight twinge in my bladder which puzzled me slightly. My bedtime routine has led always included making sure I went to the toilet before bed, in order to try and minimise the amount I need to pee in the night. I suddenly realised for some reason I completely forgot to do that tonight. The twinge was very short lived so I tried to figure out if I needed the toilet or not and whether to tell my mum or not. I left it a few minutes to see if I got any more sensations that I needed the toilet. But felt nothing. I didn’t feel like I needed a wee and I reflected on the fact that I really hadn’t drunk much in the evening. In the end I concluded it would probably be fine.
Instead I decided to concentrate on my book keen to hold the increasing tiredness at bay, as I really wanted to find out what happened next. It got increasingly difficult to keep my eyes open, but I only had 5 pages left in the chapter so I tried to carry on reading.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 13, 2018 at 9:28 PM
Content: I had one of those really vivid dreams where when you wake up it takes a few moments to figure out if you are still dreaming, or are awake. I have had them before but it’s seems pretty rare these days. The other thing I could never understand was that when you wake up it’s extremely vivid and fresh in your mind at first l, but it fades so quickly that I often can’t even remember enough to tell my mum what it was about later that same morning.
As I came to I noticed how warm I felt. I looked down and could see that my duvet only really covered me up to my knees. Even so I was still really warm. I loved the hot weather we had had, as it meant it didn’t spoil things when we planned to go out and do something. But the heat at night had got tedious. There was nothing you could do about it. If you were cold you could put warmer pjs on and my mum had thicker duvets we could use. But when it’s hot and you already don’t really have an pjs on there is not much you can do. There was a busy road near our house so opening the window wasn’t really an option as it was difficult to sleep because of the noise.
I looked at the clock next to my bed and saw it was only 7:13 in the morning. Way too early to wake up. I never woke up this early in the holidays and had no idea why I had woken up so early. I decided to try and get back to sleep.
After several minutes of restless dozing I realised that my efforts were largely futile and I resigned myself to the fact that I was now awake for the day. What the tossing and turning had done was bring the state of my underwear to my attention.
The once soft and compliant material had been replaced by firm and swollen padding. It was especially noticeable between my legs, but also both in the front and right the way through towards the bottom of my bum. It felt like it had all doubled in size. I am sure it hadn’t and that was an accident exaggeration, but it seemed to feel like that.
I sat up a bit in bed and contemplated getting up. Intrigued as to whether my nappy looked as big as it felt I looked down and assessed how it looked. I was a bit surprised to see that it didn’t look anywhere near as bulky as it felt. I could see that the waistband was still pulled taught across my tummy, as the tapes clung strongly to the star covered landing zone. Below that though the padding swelled noticeably outwards. I prodded the material with my finger and it felt firm to the touch. It did give a little as I pressed more firmly, it is hard to explain but it sort of felt a tiny bit squishy.
The firm, squishyness continued down the front and between my legs. I rolled over onto my side to try and figure out how far it went and found that the swollen padding extended only a little bit up the back. Most of the material at the back still felt soft and relatively thin. It was a strange feeling in many respects. Clearly the nappy was very wet, but I couldn’t feel any wet or damp sensation against my skin. So apart from the additional bulkiness it wasn’t actually much more uncomfortable than before I went to bed, it was just more noticeable and harder to forget about. I still looked forward to taking it off at the very earliest opportunity, though. Not least due to the fact that I felt a twinge in my bladder, which was a sign that I would need to pee fairly soon.
I got out of bed and headed to my mums room to see if she was awake. The bedroom light was off and it was dark in her room so I tip-toed in. As I crossed the bedroom and got closer to her bed I started to hear her breathing, which was slow and deep. My eyes took some time to adjust so I simply stood over her for a moment and waited for any sign of movement. I must have stood there for about a minute and in that time she didn’t move at all, her breathing remained slow and steady. She was still fast asleep I concluded.
I contemplated making some noise to try and wake her up. I knew how much I hated to be woken up, but she did it to me, so I thought maybe I should do it to her and get my own back. So I thought about what would happen if I did that. She would undoubtedly be pretty grumpy I decided and then she would probably get over it. What would most likely happen next is that she would grab her tablet and March me to my room for another one of the “morning after” videos. I was keen to get out of as many videos as possible and decided this was the perfect opportunity to do just that. Even though the morning videos were supposed to mandatory, I hatched a plan.
To be fair it wasn’t a complicated plan. First I would sneak back out of my mums bedroom without waking her up. Then I would head into the bathroom, take my nappy off and throw it in the bin. If my mum complained at what I had done I would just say I needed a wee and she wasn’t awake, so I didn’t have a choice. That part was at least true I really did need a wee now, as I felt the pressure in my bladder continue to grow.
I slowly tiptoed back out of her bedroom and turned the bathroom light on. There was what felt like a deafening click. Why did everything seem to make so much more noise when you tried to be quiet. The light came on and was really bright, I had to squint at first until my eyes started to adjust. Once I could see normally again without my eyes hurting I looked at myself in the mirror. What I noticed first was how short my pyjama top was, as it did nothing at all to hide my wet nappy clad state. Note to self, let’s not where this pj top again! The front of the nappy was fairly noticeably quite swollen and had taken a sort of off-white, or a slightly duller and darker hue.
The other thing I noticed was a rather faint blue blurry line that went down the middle of the front. I initially couldn’t figure out what is was from, but then I had a flash back to one of the previous videos where my mum had a rant about the wetness indicators. The pale blue stars and moon shapes that go down the front were definitely no longer there and had been replaced by this faint blue smudge. I decided that I agreed with my mum on this one, I didn’t like the wetness indicator. All it did was advertise the fact that I peed my pants in my sleep, I already knew that so I didn’t need reminding, thanks very much!
Anyway, there were clearly two major challenges to the success of my plan. They both looked so easy to overcome, just two little squares of material. I was determined this time that I wouldn’t fail. Those stupid tapes were coming off and that was that, I told myself confidently. So with no time to lose I set to work.
I attacked the left tape with my finger first. I tried to prise up as much of the edge of the tape as possible, but I again found that there was still just a very thin strip that I could lift away that wasn’t firmly stuck down. I tried as hard as I could with both hands to grab the tiny strip. I squeezed my fingers and thumbs together as tightly as I could, before I gave it as strong a pull as I could muster. The result was infuriating. The tape didn’t budge and my grip just gave way immediately. I tried again and again, but I just got the identical result. I decided to try the right hand side instead. But no matter what I did, the ridiculous tapes just stayed stubbornly glued down. I was furious.
After what felt like ages, but was probably more like just a few minutes I gave up. My fingers had got sore and I was no closer to undoing the tapes. I decided a different plan of attack was required. I remembered my mum saying the nappy had elastic in the front and in the back. I could see the ruffled elastic band stretched tightly across my tummy. I obviously couldn’t see the one at the back, but assumed it was similar. I hoped that elastic was going to provide some much needed stretch.
I shuffled my legs as close together as possible, hooked my thumbs inside the waistband at my sides and pulled firmly downwards, just like I would if I was pulling down some jeans or underwear. Much to my utter annoyance, just like with the tapes it stubbornly refused budge. I would say I only managed to move it down very slightly, then it got stuck and wouldn’t move any further. I tried to shuffle my hips, but it just didn’t make any real difference. Out of desperation I grabbed the waistband at the front and pulled it roughly down, but it was hopeless.
I let out a loud grunt and stamped my foot, out of pure frustration. I realised after the event that this the racket I had made had a good chance of waking up my mum. But I didn’t care any more. Completely defeated I headed out of the bathroom and headed downstairs to watch some tv. I was fed up and needed a distraction to take my mind off things.
I had probably been watching tv for about 20 minutes when my mum came downstairs.
“Morning sweetie. You are up early!” She remarked cheerfully.
I didn’t answer, still in a bad mood.
“Everything ok?” She enquired, having not had a reply to her previous comment.
I didn’t feel like explaining everything that had just happened so I just decided to ask her straight.
“Can you help please I need the toilet?” I asked as I got up off of the sofa and went over to where she was stood. I pointed at the tapes, just in case my request wasn’t clear enough.
“Oh. Yes ok. Pop up to your bedroom for me and I will just get the tablet.” She replied predictably.
“But I really need a wee” I exclaimed. I vainly hoped my increasingly urgent need for the toilet might convince her to just take my nappy off there and then.
“Ok it won’t take a minute and then you can go to the loo”. She answered disappointingly.
I didn’t argue and instead just stomped noisily and grumpily up the stairs and waited for her.
“How did we get on last night?” She asked as she entered the room.
She didn’t actually wait for a reply but headed straight for my bed and brushed the palm of her hand across the mattress sheet, no doubt checking for damp patches. Content that there weren’t any she switched her attention to me. She felt the bottom edge of my pyjama top first before running her hand across my belly. As she did so she straightened out the waistband which was crumpled in a few places after my attempts to pull the nappy down like a pull-up. She spun me around and ran her fingers along the edge of the leg elastic around my bottom and in between my legs.
“Great” was all she said as she concluded her inspection and set the tablet to record.
“Hello again everyone and welcome to another video.
So if you watched my last video you may remember I shared some tips that I had been given around how best to tape a Pampers Night Dry Plus nappy onto your child. I certainly felt that by following those tips the nappy seemed to fit Amy much better and was nice and snug in all the right places. But as we say in the UK the proof is in the pudding and I am sure you are keen to find out how we did and whether We managed to stay leak free last night.
Well as you can probably see Amy has a very wet nappy this morning. The front of the nappy looks completely full and if I get her to spin around, you can probably see that the wetness extends all the way between her legs and has started to come up the back. But otherwise the majority of the back of the nappy is still dry.
I am pleased to say that despite how wet she is her bed is completely dry, which is really great. I am sure we would have had a flood to deal with if she was still in pullups.”
I had gotten fed up of standing there as she droned on at the camera and my need to pee had really become a problem. I squeezed my legs together, shut my eyes and almost involuntarily shifted my weight from one foot to another. Come on mum shut up and finish the video.
“Amy woke up early today and has been up for a little while. And as you can probably tell from the little potty dance she is doing she really needs the loo. I would almost always be up before Amy, but on the rare occasion that I am not, as she really struggles to undo the tapes, taking her nappy off herself and going to the loo in the morning might prove to be problematic.” She commented.
As soon as I heard her say to everyone I was doing a potty dance I immediately froze and couldn’t help but blush. I hadn’t realised I was doing it so overtly, but was still mad at my mum for pointing it out and for using such a babyish way to describe it.
“I think I better end it there before we have an accident on camera!” She announced with a laugh.
“Muuuuumm. You are so embarrassing!!!!” I exclaimed as soon as the recording had been stopped.
“Oh don’t be silly Amy it was just a little joke” she replied.
I was going to retort again, but as I noticed she looked like she was going to help take my nappy off I chose not to, for fear of causing a delay and her joke becoming a reality. Peeing myself in my sleep was one thing, but doing it when I was awake was a different thing altogether.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Sep 20, 2018 at 1:44 AM
Content: Next instalment. Comments always very much appreciated and to be honest it’s the only feedback I get that makes me feel like it’s worth carrying on.
“I just need to get a few pictures for Allison, which I promised. I will be back in a moment.” Mum announced before she disappeared out of my room.
“Muuuum where are you going???? I really need to go!” I shouted desperately. I really wasn’t exaggerating either, as I was now almost constantly having to physically squeeze my muscles together to keep the flow of urine at bay. Before the sensation varied in strength, coming and going so I got some respite in between surges. But now there was no respite and it was pretty unrelenting.
“I just need to get my phone as the camera on it is much better than the one on the tablet.” She shouted back from across the hallway.
I restarted the hopping from foot to foot, or the potty dance as my mum humiliatingly referred to it, which did seem to help a little bit. How long could it possibly take to get a phone, I thought.
“Please hurry up!” I shouted again. As I did so I got a really strong urge to go and my bladder felt like it was going to involuntarily release. I grabbed my crotch and focussed all my attention on squeezing my muscles together to hold on.
“Oh I am sorry sweetie, you really do have to go don’t you. I won’t be a sec. I promise.
Can you stand up straight for me and take your hands away so I can get a picture of the front of your nappy” she asked.
By this stage I was hunched over, legs crossed with my right hand firmly pressed against the front of my nappy, as I tried to exert some external pressure on my bladder muscles. At that precise moment I didn’t think I could do what my mum asked, without the risk of the flow of pee overcoming my defences.
“I can’t” was the only response I could muster.
“Well I just quickly need a picture from the front, side and back. I promised Allison, so I can’t let her down. I will be really quick I promise.”
I figured I didn’t really have a choice. These stupid pictures were clearly a hurdle I would have to overcome before I was to released from the nappy and free to empty my aching bladder in the toilet.
I waited for a dip in the strength of the bladder urge and seized the moment to relax my grip and stand up straighter.
“That’s better sweetie, but could you uncross you legs for me and just stand normally.” She asked, which prolonged the whole situation even further.
I shut my eyes and focussed on keeping my bladder shut as tightly as I could, before I opened my legs and stood as normally as possible.
“Perfect” she said.
She started taking the photos she apparently needed, but I was too distracted to pay any attention to what she was doing. I got another really strong urge and couldn’t help but hunch back over and clamp both hands to my crotch and squeeze my legs together. I didn’t care whether this was going to ruin my mums pics or not at this stage.
I squeezed my muscles as hard as I physically could, but still felt a little bit of pee escape.
“Mum... I... “ I started to try and tell her that I needed help that second, but I couldn’t complete the sentence.
I managed to stop the first little burst pretty much as soon as it had started. But my victory was short lived. Even though I hadn’t released any of the pressure and still squeezed as tightly as I physically could. The first small squirt was followed by a much larger one and this time there was nothing I could do to stop it. The flow of pee just didn’t stop despite all my effort to clamp my bladder shut. I quickly realised I had lost the fight. My bladder muscles hurt from all the straining and as they were now ineffective I decided to relax them slightly to try and reduce the pain.
I felt some relief as my muscles relaxed and ache subsided. The side effect of this was that my bladder now began to empty with full force. I was still slightly hunched over at this point and my hand was still clamped to my crotch. As my hand was pressed tight against the front of my nappy I actually felt the lower padding start to get warm. I let go of the grip with my hands and I think I just stared straight ahead, without my eyes really focusing on anything in particular. I could hear the gush of the pee as it it was quickly expelled from my body. I could also feel the warmth grow between my legs as it slowly spread both forwards and backwards.
“Oh sweetie I am sorry” was all my mum decided to say, before I felt her rub my lower back with her hand. I didn’t reply. Instead I just stood there like a statue and waited for my bladder to finally empty, which seemed to take an age.
Finally the flow of pee slowed and eventually stopped. My bladder muscles still ached slightly even though I had stopped straining them. My whole body started to relax and my eyes started to focus.
“Are you finished sweetie?” She asked, clearly having sensed or perhaps heard that I was no longer peeing.
I didn’t answer verbally, but just acknowledged her with a small nod of my head.
“Ok lets get you dry”. She announced as she grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bathroom.
I walked uncomfortably with my mum towards the bathroom. My nappy was so wet it sagged heavily between my legs. It didn’t feel nice at all and I was convinced that there was likely a puddle of pee sat inside, sloshing from side to side as I walked.
Once inside the bathroom my mum let go of my hand and opened the under sink cupboard. I saw her take out the pack of nappy sacks and remove one. She looked apologetic but didn’t say anything. I was glad to see that, although way too late, she set to the task of removing the soaked undergarment that still hugged my waist.
After two quick rips of velcro tapes the wings came open, but initially the nappy didn’t really move. It was only when I opened my legs slightly that the mass and gravity overcame the friction between my legs. My mum still had a grip of the front waistband, so the heavy material ended up swinging forward like a pendulum out from between my thighs. I half expected to hear a splash of liquid on the floor as any puddled pee was allowed to escape, no longer constrained by the leak guards and leg elastic. But seemingly there was nothing. I watched my my mum roll up the clearly very saturated nappy and from what I could see that it had somehow managed to soak everything up!
Mum suggested I jump in the shower which was something I was happy to do in an attempt to start to put the whole episode behind me.
“What would you like for breakfast sweetie?” Mum asked.
“Pancakes please” came my reply. Pancakes were normally something I only got as a bit of a treat, but I was mad at mum and decided she needed to pay me back. Pancakes was the least she could do.
“Ok sure she said. I will put some clothes out for you and come down for breakfast whenever you are ready.” She said warmly.
I stayed in the shower longer than I strictly needed to but I liked the feeling of the hot water as it flowed over my body like a warm blanket. After a little while I decided it was probably time to get dry and dressed, not least because my tummy was rumbling and I didn’t want cold pancakes.
I dried myself off with a towel before I wrapped it around me and headed to my room. I saw my mum had laid out my clothes, which consisted of a dark coloured casual dress, with light horizontal stripes, white knickers and dark ankle socks . I did like that dress, it was one I wore white a lot. It was made from nice, soft material so it was really comfy.
Once dressed I headed downstairs and saw my mum already had my pancakes ready and set it all out on the kitchen table. I felt really hungry now so the pancakes were devoured in minutes. I pondered asking her for some more, but decided that I wasn’t really sure whether I could eat much more, it was more due to the fact that they were so yummy as opposed to still being hungry. So in the end I decided not to be a greedy guts and ask for any more.
“Do you fancy heading into town. I want to see if I can get a bigger hand bag for the trip. You are only allowed one bag on the plane and I can’t fit that much in mine. We can see if there are any new clothes you would like. “ she enquired.
I normally wouldn’t be too enthused by a shopping trip to find my mum a new bag, but the offer of some new clothes certainly made the proposal much more tempting.
“Ok” I answered, as I drank the rest of my apple juice.
Mum wanted to head straight out so we weren’t back too late, as we still had to finish packing before we headed to the airport. The shopping trip started pretty well as we headed to primary. Ok it wasn’t the poshest shop, but it was quite cheap so that normally meant mum was quite happy to let me get a few different things. In the more expensive shops I probably only would be allowed to get one item.
So in the end I got some grey dance leggings, a cute denim skirt and some comfy track pants. My mum says that only boys should wear track pants but they are soooooooo comfy.
After that the trip went downhill as my mum dragged me from shop to shop trying to find a bag she liked. They were never good enough apparently. They were either not big enough, or if they were big enough she didn’t like how it looked. I don’t know why she needed a bigger one anyway, she normally only has her keys, her purse, lip gloss and a few bits other small bits and pieces. But she was adamant that she needed something that big, so I decided there was no point arguing about it. Anyway, in the end she finally decided to buy the one she saw in the first shop we went into, which was super annoying. We needn’t have wasted so much time trawling every shop in town.
We had had lunch in town so when we got home I had a couple of hours to kill before we needed to head to the airport. I must admit as the time got closer I did get a little excited about going on the plane. I felt like maybe I shouldn’t be so excited, as though it wasn’t the grown up thing to do, but I simply couldn’t help it.
The flight wasn’t until 9 o’clock, but mum was panicking about not getting there in time so decided we had to get ready to go super early.
“Right. The suitcase is sorted. I have got the passports and money. Amy you need to make sure if you have any toiletries in your ruck sack they have to be less than 100ml and they have to be in the plastic bag that I left in your bed”. She seemed really stressed all of a sudden and almost in a panic. I didn’t have any toiletries other than my lip balm anyway. Everything else she told me should go in the suitcase. So I wasn’t sure why she went on so much about giving me a clear plastic bag to use.
“Can you make sure you have everything you want to take with you on the aeroplane. I am going to the the same and am going to finish packing my handbag and then I think we are good to go.” I thought best thing to do was to keep out of her way and double check that I had everything in my bag, which I am sure I did. When I was done I waited in the hall with the suitcase and my bag, while I heard my mum stomp around upstairs. When she finally came back down, she still looked flustered as she clutched her new extra large handbag.
“Ok Sweetie, grab your coat and could you do me a favour and put the suitcase in the car while I lock up.” She asked or rather instructed. I was happy to help as it meant we got to the airport quicker. So I grabbed the suitcase, the weight of which took me initially by surprise and headed to the car.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Oct 22, 2018 at 12:37 AM
Content: (Thanks for the comments and as some of you have been asking for an update, please here is a another chapter. I have next parts planned out so if people comment and say they want more then I will keep going )
We pulled up to the car park at the airport and my mum had already paid for the parking so as we arrived it was cool as the barrier just lifted straight up without us having to do anything. Once we were parked we had to get a bus to the terminal which took about 10 minutes. Even though most people would find these things tedious, for me it was all part of the excitement. It was all part of going to the airport.
Before long we had started to get to some of the bits I didn’t like very much. The ridiculously long lines for check-in. Airports really love those barriers that make the queue of people snake backwards and forwards. It doesn’t seem like you have to go far, but it always takes forever, as you only shuffle forward a tiny bit every couple of minutes.
It probably took about 20 minutes in fairness, before it was our turn to check in, which wasn’t that bad. My mum took the passports out of a little pocket on the front for her bag and handed it to the checkin lady. Before long we had our boarding passes and were headed for security. The line at security seemed just as long as for check in and I must admit all the waiting even had started to have an impact on my level of enthusiasm for plane travel.
Eventually we got to the front of the line and we had to put our hand luggage and any electronic items in the trays to go through the scanner. I always got very self conscious at this point. I wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t like I had anything to hide, but I still didn’t want the buzzer to go off and then get searched. The security lady signalled me to go through. I could see people on the other side already getting searched, so I held my breath as I stepped through. Nothing. “Yes” I muttered under my breath.
My mum was next and she wasn’t so lucky, the scanner beeped and the security lady took her to one side and started to do a head to toe pat down search. That didn’t take too long, but then the lady walked with my mum towards the area where you collect your bags which had been through the scanner. I was a bit puzzled as I hadn’t seen this type of thing before.
The lady asked my mum which was her bag and asked if it was ok to do a quick search and a swab of any electronic devices. My mum didn’t seem bothered or alarmed by it, but this was all new to me. So I quickly collected my bag and bits and stood next to my mum and watched.
First the lady got sone wipe type things and wiped them across the front and back of my mums hands, before wiping them all over my mums tablet and phone. When she had done that she gave them to another person who went around the other side of the scanning machine. I couldn’t really see what he was doing with it, but he was gone for a minute or so.
While he did that the lady had started to search my mums bag. There was long zip across the top of the bag and once that was undone the top of the bag fanned out quite a lot. I remember when my mum bought it, it seemed fairly cavernous inside and there were pockets inside down the length of each side for extra storage, as well as a couple of smaller zip up pockets on the outside. I didn’t really understand what the lady was looking for, but again my mum didn’t look too worried.
The lady opened the top of the bag up as wide as it would go and as she did so I saw what for me was an unmistakable sight. There were 3 of my pampers night dry tucked into one of the inside pockets. Whilst the pockets were large, they weren’t large enough to completely contain the nappies and the top third stuck out of the top of the pocket. In the next pocket along, there was a brand new pack of baby wipes as well as what I guessed was a pack of nappy sacks, again unopened by the look of things.
I felt my face flush immediately. It must have been super obvious who they were for, especially as there were no other children stood near us. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me hole. I looked at the lady to see how she reacted and hoped she wouldn’t look in my direction, which would be conformation that she knew. However she didn’t look at me at all, in fact she didn’t seem affected in the slightest by the contents of my mums bag, she just kept rummaging and searching.
After what must have been a couple of minutes search, she still didn’t seem satisfied and headed back towards the scanning machine and looked at the screen. There wasn’t anything we could do but wait. I would have liked to have zipped the bag back up to stop the rest of the airport getting a good view of the contents, but I didn’t dare. She eventually came back and seemed to have a better idea of what she was searching for and where.
So she recommenced her search started and focused on the pockets in the side. This time she actually started taking things out and searched right in the bottom of the pockets. She started on the side which didn’t contain my ‘things’, which I was relieved about. But she didn’t find what she was looking for so switched to the other side. As she did so I felt my heart start to beat faster.
She first took out the supermarket brand nappy sacks, before removing the wipes from the pocket. The wipes were pampers sensitive which was a largely plain white pack. I never really knew what the difference was between sensitive and non sensitive, but mum has always bought the sensitive ones. Like everything else when we went grocery shopping mum always used to just buy whatever brand sensitive wipes were on offer, but since the Allison thing, she now only bought pampers.
With the wipes and nappy sacks in one hand she searched the pocket with her other hand and pulled out a tube of cream. This it appears was what she had been looking for.
“Oh I am so sorry, I completely forgot that was in there” my mum said apologetically.
“This must be in a clear plastic bag” the lady said crossly.
“Yes of course I am sorry” my mum said as the lady handed her back the bag.
I recognised the tube of cream, it was called bepanthen. My skin sometimes gets a bit sore around my sensitive area and bottom. So when that happens mum uses this cream at night for a number of days and it gets better. I had no idea why she felt she needed it and full set of the other stuff in her bag, instead of just keeping it in the suitcase. Plus my skin wasn’t sore at the minute so I didn’t need the cream at all.
Anyway, that particular ordeal was finally over and we headed through to the bit of the airport where all the shops and restaurants were located.
“Would you like a muffin and a drink, I really need a coffee. I hate that security section don’t you. I completely forgot about the barrier cream, but there was no need for them to be so grumpy about it” she argued, which seemed to be an attempt to deflect attention from the fact that it was her fault and it didn’t need to be in there anyway.
“Yeah I guess, but why do you have all that stuff in your bag anyway.” I enquired. My question clearly ran the risk of my mum openly discussing a topic that I was embarrassed about, but my desire to know why, got the better of me.
“Well when you have travelled a lot you learn that anything can happen, your flight can be delayed, or cancelled. Your suitcase could get lost. So I like to make sure I am prepared for all eventualities.” Came the reply. I decided that seemed to make sense and I hadn’t thought of that, so I didn’t probe any further.
The huge double chocolate muffin I got helped to take my mind off things, well at least for a short while. In my haste to eat it I ended up making quite a mess on my fingers and apparently I had chocolate all around my face. The small serviette that I got with the muffin did very little to wipe up the mess, so out came mums bags and she got me some wipes to help clean up.
I didnt have a problem with that in itself I did need some wet wipes to help get my hands clean. It’s just that everytime she opened the bag the other things that were tucked into the inside side pockets were on display. I did now understand why she felt she needed some of it in her hand luggage, in case the suitcase gets lost. But I still wished she could be a little bit more discrete about it.
After coffee and cakes were all consumed we were free to hit the shops. I was surprised how many there were, there were lots of clothes shops, electronic shops, a pharmacy and big duty free shop. We must have spent a good 45 minutes walking round them which was initially fun, but quickly got annoying as everything I saw and wanted to buy like clothes and sun glasses my mum just said no. So in the end I asked if I could just go and have a look at the iPads in the electronic shop.
I virtually drooled over all the latest tablets and phones and they also had a really big selection of head phones which I decided I also now really wanted. Some of them were stupidly expensive though, like £400. There were some cheaper ones, but the cool Beats ones were still about £100. I resigned myself to the fact that I would never be allowed those.
After 45 minutes of shopping I came away with exactly nothing! What I was allowed to do and, as promised, was to buy some magazines and/or books. The airport had quite a big W H Smiths store, which has a wide a variety of books and magazines. Mum was really good and let me buy a couple of magazines and there was a 3 for 2 offer on books, so I got 3 of those as well. The only down side was that now my rucksack was super heavy and so I asked my mum if should would put some in hers.
My happiness was somewhat short lived as when we checked the TVs in the departure lounge we saw that our flight was delayed by nearly 2 hours!!!! My mum decided we absolutely had to find out why, so off we went to see the people at the information desk. It took ages to get to the front and speak to someone, but when we eventually did the only thing they would say is that it’s because the plane we were going on was going to be late coming in. She didn’t say where it was coming from or why, just that it was late.
My mum seemed really annoyed, but it’s not like we could do anything about it so I didn’t really know why she got so angry. I mean I was annoyed too as I figured as much as I liked going to the airport, I didn’t want to spend hours there.
I asked if we could find a seat near the window so I could see watch some of the planes. Whilst that might seem like a bit of a childish thing to do, I didn’t care as I still liked watching them. As we sat and watched I noticed a lady and girl who were ahead of us in the check-in queue. I guessed maybe they were going to the same place as us, as they were in our queue.
The lady looked really well dressed. Her hair was perfect and her make up too. She seemed posh. The girl seemed pretty normal and she was dressed more normally I would say. She wore a really nice superdry hoodie and light grey leggings. I always thought superdry clothes looked cool. There is a girl in my class at school who has loads of cool clothes and I have always been quite jealous of her. But this girl must have been about 6 I would guess, although I wasn’t really sure I was rubbish at guessing ages. Either way she had cooler clothes than me, which was super annoying!
We sat there for a while before mum decided we should get something to eat. She wasn’t sure what we would get on the plane and so we should get something before, particularly as we had a lot of time to kill. I was pretty hungry by this stage so that was fine with me.
Dinner actually took ages so it was lucky we had a long time. All the tables were taken to begin with so we had to wait about 20 mins and then even when we got a seat the service was soooo slow. It took easily over an hour before we had finished and we had got the bill.
By the time we came out, the gate had at least been put up against our flight number so we headed towards the gate area. I had started to feel a little fatigued by it all now and we hadn’t even got on the plane yet! I wasn’t sure what time it was but I had started to realise it was going to be really late before we got to wherever we were going.
Eventually after another 20 minutes wait at the gate we finally started to board. This was when my next major disappointment occurred. I didn’t get a window seat!!!! I was so annoyed I loved the window seat, it was one of the best bits about flying. Instead me and mum had seats either side of the aisle. And to make things worse, guess what, the girl with the posh mum got a window seat. They were in the row ahead of us. It was so unfair!
We settled in to our seats and I got some magazines out of my bag before my mum put it it the overhead storage area. Once everyone was on and sat down the pilot started talking over the speakers. I didn’t really understand what he said but everyone was really annoyed. He said something about missing a slot so we had to wait for air traffic to tell us we can go. I didn’t understand why they got us into the plane
If we weren’t ready to go. Needless to say mum was fuming as well. I decided to just start to read my magazine and pass the time.
I had only been reading for a few minutes when my attention was distracted by the mother and girl in the row in front.
“Oh Emma. I asked if you needed to go in the terminal. Why did you wait until we are sat down? I am sorry about this, please could we get out. Thank you.” The lady apologised the man who was sat in the aisle seat. But he didn’t seem to mind.
“Just wait there. It’s already late and you need to try and sleep so we might as well get you ready.” She announces.
This got me intrigued. What could she mean by that. It sounded like the kind of thing my mum would say. So I watched with interest.
The mother reached up into the overhead lockers and pulled her bag down. She opened it up and pulled out a pampers nappy. I guessed it was pampers because of the pattern and colour. But she also pulled out something else which I didn’t really recognise. It was a white long rectangular pad of some sort. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. I felt sorry for the girl who had to stand there while her mother did this in full view of the rest of the plane. She didn’t seem that upset by it though, which I found really quite a surprise. I would be super, super embarrassed!
The lady took the girl by the hand, with the nappy and rectangular pad in her other hand and they headed off past us and towards the back of the plane.
“That’s not a bad idea Amy, it is pretty late and I am sure you are tired”. Mum suddenly commented!
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Dec 4, 2018 at 1:25 AM
Content: Sorry it’s been another long wait. But thank you very much for all the very kind comments and to those that have asked that I wrote some more.
Hope you feel this chapter was worth the wait.
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She couldn’t be serious..... surely!!!
“I am not tired” was all I could think of saying. It wasn’t strictly true, but the last thing I was going to do was tell my mum that.
“You must be tired it’s been a long day and we have quite a long drive from the airport too, why don’t you try and get some sleep.” She replied.
I didn’t want to stretch the conversation out longer than necessary so the whole plane would end up listening in. But then again I didn’t want mum to copy Emma’s mum and start pulling things out of the bag, which was currently safely tucked away in the overhead storage locker.
“I promise I am not tired! Honestly!” I responded in a hushed but firm voice. I actually surprised myself at how assertive I sounded!
“Ok but you haven’t been to the toilet for a while, so I think we need to be careful. Are you sure you don’t need to go?” She enquired.
“No I am fine!” I replied angrily. I wasn’t a little kid. I didn’t need reminding when to go to the toilet. She could be so annoying sometimes. That seemed to do the trick though, as my mum backed off and started to read her magazine again, which came as a significant relief.
A couple of minutes later, Emma returned with her mother.
“Do you want your blanket?” She asked, to which Emma replied that she did.
While her mother fetched the blanket from her bag, Emma stood patiently right in front of where I was sat. I couldn’t help but notice that the grey leggings she was wore did little to hide the nappy that she had just been changed into. She faced away from me as she stood, so I could only see her from behind, but the padding was quite obvious as it bulged out over her bottom and you could quite see the outline of the nappy. She didn’t seem that fussed to be fair. She could probably have pulled her hoodie down to cover more of her bum if she wanted. Instead once her mum had gotten her blanket down from the bag they took their seats again.
There was nothing else to do but wait for the plane to taxi out to the runway. It took a little while longer, but eventually we were airborne and on our way. Pretty much as soon as we got in the air and I started to relax, after the excitement of take off, I started to feel a little sleepy and I also felt like I needed the toilet. Which for me was never a good combination!
“Why is the seatbelt sign not turning off”. I moaned.
“I am not sure sweetie, probably because it’s still a little bumpy and so they don’t want people walking around the cabin”. Mum answered surprisingly knowledgeably.
This was bad news as I really needed a wee and now wished I had gone when I had chance when we were still just sat on the ground. I probably would have gone, but the fact that it would have been after mum had reminded me to go meant that would make it seem like an admission that I needed a reminder. A decision I now paid for.
“I am guessing you need the toilet. Is that why you have ants in your pants.” My mum joked. She could tell I was fidgety as the pressure in my bladder took effect. I just nodded. I was pretty sure I could hold it, but I really needed the seatbelt sign to be turned off sooner rather than later.
After what felt like an age, but was princely only another 5 or 6 minutes in reality, the plane seemed to flymore smoothly and eventually the seatbelt sign extinguished. As soon as the light was out I shot up out of my seat and headed to the back where the toilet was. Unfortunately a couple of people beat me to it and there was already a queue, but I managed to hold on until it was my turn.
When I got back to my seat I noticed the cabin crew had started to come round with the drinks trolley. So I studied the little menu to see what they had. My eyes lit up when I saw they did Cadbury’s hot chocolate!!! My favourite.
“Mum can I get a hot chocolate please?” I asked as politely as possible.
“I don’t know sweetie it’s already quite late and you know how hot chocolate makes you sleepy.” She replied. But despite this quite negative response, I was undeterred.
“Please I really want one and I thought you wanted me to get some sleep”. I suggested as I tried to turn her argument round against her, in what I felt was a clever bid to secure my hot drink.
“Well that is true but there would be something we would need to take care of if you are going to have a drink and get some sleep” she replied, with a knowing look.
At least she didn’t blurt it out, but I new exactly what she meant and I was worried that the people who sat near us also knew exactly what she meant, although I was probably just being a little paranoid about that in reality. But still that wasn’t a response I had expected and I was all of a sudden left in a dilemma. On one hand I really wanted a drink, but on the other hand I didn’t want to be led to the back of the plane in the same manner that Emma was. I had one more hand to play, I decided.
“Mum, as I have already.... been” I said in a hushed voice. I punctuated the word been with a nod to the back of the plane so she would know
what I meant without actually having to say it out loud and bring attention to the conversation. “I won’t have a problem.... with.... it”. I added.
The trolley had gotten a lot closer now and as a consequence the decision point was due imminently.
“I am sorry sweetie but it’s better to be safe than sorry.” Came her reply, which left me frantically trying to figure out what to do, or say next.
“But I don’t want everyone to see. So maybe I don’t want the hot chocolate anymore.” I whispered just loudly enough for her to hear. I hoped that me being willing to give up my beloved hot chocolate would have been enough for her to realise how much I was worried about being embarrassed about having to wear some additional protection.
“Don’t be silly sweetie. It will be our little secret!” She whispered back with a warm smile. Just as I was about to try and reply we were interrupted by a male flight attendant, who had positioned the drinks trolley right between mum and I, which blocked my view and ability to converse with her
“Could I get you any drinks or snacks”. He asked enthusiastically.
“Yes please can we get a tea and a hot chocolate.” My mum replied, without consulting me further to check that it’s what I still wanted.
My face flushed a little, involuntarily, as I realised that in my eagerness to get my warm cocoa drink I had now almost certainly bought myself a trip to the back of the plane and a change of underwear.
Once the drinks trolley had passed I could see my mum again. I was tempted to re-engage her on our previous conversation, but as is often the case she managed to distract me and change the subject.
“Can you put your tray table down for me sweetie” she asked, to which I dutifully complied.
I expected her to pass me my drink over but instead she put both my hot chocolate and her tea on my tray and got out of her seat. I just watched and tried to figure out what she was doing and saw her get her bag down from the overhead storage lockers. Mercifully she didn’t open it up at this point and instead looked towards the back of the plane before she switched her stance and looked towards the front, which had me puzzled momentarily. She then put her tray table back down and swapped the drinks from my table to hers.
“While the drinks are cooling down let’s get you sorted” she announced, which took me by complete surprise. I had figured I had at least 20 minutes to talk her out of me needing any additional protection.
“Come on it looks like there is no one queuing for the toilets at the front.” She said in an attempt to encourage me to get a move on, no doubt having sensed my hesitation.
I was faced with yet another dilemma. I could continue to try and argue but that would only bring more attention to the whole event, or I could just comply and go with her. Mercifully the people sat next to me weren’t paying any attention as I contemplated my next action. One person was asleep and the other had their eyes shut with their headphones on, so they were seemingly blissfully unaware as events unfolded.
When mum has made her mind up on things like this there was little hope of getting her to change it, so I decided I had little option other than to get it over with as quickly as possible. I didn’t really want to have to walk past Emma and her mother as for some reason I just expected her to be nosey and because of her own daughters similar issues then she was more likely to pick up things from our conversation if she had heard any of it. As I looked towards the back of the plane it was clear that this was not an option, as the drinks trolley and the cabin crew completely blocked the aisle.
My mum noticed that I had started to get up out of my seat and as a consequence took that as a sign of compliance and started to walk slowly towards the front of the plane. I was at least extremely glad to see that she had decided to take the whole bag as opposed to getting certain objects out and carrying it down the aisle.
When we got all the way to the front there was only one toilet on the left had side and I was glad to see that it was empty, as I saw my mother open the door and head inside. I didn’t fancy hanging around while people watched, so I looked in and my immediate thoughts were regarding saw how small it was in there.
“Come in and close the door, I am not sure how we are going to do this. I forgot how tiny these toilets are.” She added.
There was barely enough room for us both to get inside and she ended up sat on the closed toilet lid, which then made a bit more space for me to get in and shut the door.
“Mum I will be fine. Honestly. I won’t wet.” I pleaded, in an attempt to utilise the small window created by her apparent lack of understanding about how this was going to work to get her to reconsider.
“Sweetie we talked about this. It’s better to be safe than sorry. I promise you no one will know and if you end up wetting the seat and your dress can you imagine how hard that will be to hide. Take your knickers off for me please” was her reply.
I was still pretty confident that I wouldn’t wet, or probably even fall asleep. But the idea of waking up with a huge wet patch all over the bottom of my dress surrounded by a plane full of people was a pretty terrible thought. So with that image still clear in my mind, I reached up under my dress, pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them. There wasn’t even space for me to bend down and pick them up so mum had to retrieve them from the floor, by my feet. She folded them neatly and placed them in the now open bag that was wedged next to where she was sat.
She pulled out one of the nappies, opened it up, folded it down the middle and gave it a stretch, just like I had seen her do before.
“Right.... how are we going to do this” she said, clearly a little perplexed as to the mechanics of how to put it on me. I was sure if I was expected to reply to her question.
“Can you lift up your dress for me Sweetie.” She asked politely, seemingly having hatched a plan.
I lifted up my dress so I was bare from the waist down. My mum reached around my back and tried to hold the back of the nappy around my waist. She held it against my lower back while she reached between my legs and pulled the nappy through and up towards my front. She paused for a second clearly not knowing what to do next, as she couldn’t hold the back and the front while then doing up the tapes.
“Ermmm you are going to have to help me hold it. Can you hold the back for me while I sort the front out.” She asked.
I let go of my dress and tried to hold the nappy against my back. But my dress now flopped down and made it impossible for mum to see what she was doing. She grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up, somewhat flustered. As she did so she twisted it in her hands so that it was pulled tonight across my back.
“Do you think you could hold this with one hand while still holding the back?” She asked.
I did as she asked which seemed to help, as mum now had two free hands to go to work. She pulled the back up a little higher and adjusted it, I guess to make sure it was in the middle and straight.
“Hold it as tightly as you can please” she reqeusted. I couldn’t see what I was doing so I just pressed the material against the top of my bottom, as firmly as I could.
I looked down and could see her pull the nappy back up between my legs and smooth it out over my tummy. I then heard a rip as she opened the tape on my left side. I could feel the material tug towards that side as I tried to keep my hand firmly against my back. My scrunched up dress obscured my view a little, so I felt more than saw her stick the tape firmly to the front. She then grabbed the still open front side and pulled it firmly across my tummy. This was followed by another loud rip and the back wing on my right side was wrapped around my waist and stuck securely to the front. I let my dress fall back down, in the belief that the task was complete.
“Hold on Sweetie. Lift your dress back up for me.” She requested. Much to my annoyance.
She clearly wasn’t quite content with something as she undid both tapes and re-applied them a little tighter the second time around. She then traced her finger along the inside of the leg elastic both in the front and then in the back.
“Perfect.” She announced with a gentle pat to my bottom.
I was keen to get back to my seat and start to enjoy my hot chocolate that I had definitely earned! I left my mum to sort her bag and rushed to get out. I hoped people might not see us both coming out of the toilet together, as that would probably look a bit strange.
I brushed my dress down in the front and the back to make doubly sure there was nothing on show. The hem of the dress came down to just above my knees so I was pretty sure it was long enough to hide everything. At least I wasn’t wearing leggings like Emma I thought to myself.
As I walked down the aisle of the plane I was sure everyone would be staring at me. But I was pleasantly surprised to see that no one looked at me at all. They all seemed pre/occupied with either sleeping, listening to music, watching a tablet or phone, or reading a kindle. Even so I still felt somewhat self conscious. I could feel the super absorbent padding hug and move with my body with every step. Even though no one could see it, it still felt like it would seem really obvious to everyone. It’s hard to explain and I know that didn’t make a huge amount of sense. But it’s the best way I can describe it.
Anyway, I finally got up to where our seats where and Emma’s mum made eye contact with me. She didn’t say anything but gave me a bit of a smile as I went past. I guessed she was just trying to be nice.
As soon as my bum hit the seat I was again conscious of how I could feel the wide, generous padding which encapsulated my bottom. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just a pretty permanent reminder of what I had on under my dress and it felt quite different to how it felt
before my trip to the front of the plane.
Once mum was sat in her seat I quickly grabbed my hot chocolate and hoped it was as nice as I had imagined, so that this was all worthwhile. It was actually still a little too hot to drink and I ended up burning myself a little at first. But even so it felt lovely as the warm, rich liquid made its way down my throat and into my belly. So much so that I braved burning myself again, just so that I could get another sip without waiting.
All too soon most of the drink was gone and I was left to savour the last few drops. I put the cup down and slid a little lower in my seat, my tummy felt warm and satisfied. My eyes felt a little heavy and tiredness quickly started to take hold with quite an effect. As I settled back and shifted my bottom a little in my seat I could feel the padding of the nappy between my legs. Instead of being scared to fall asleep and a little on edge, which was how I felt a little earlier in the flight, the feel of the padding actually made me feel secure and in a way, sort of reassured. Maybe it was the tiredness that had affected my mental state, but it’s the only way I could describe how I felt, as I could start to sense myself drift off to sleep.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Dec 8, 2018 at 11:08 AM
Content: The latest little instalment. Comments always welcome
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I heard a voice but couldn’t make out who it was as I slowly came to. I opened my eyes and the brightness of the cabin made me immediately squint. I then realised that the voice had heard was the pilot and he went on to say we would be landing in about 10 minutes.
I felt exhausted and not at all refreshed from my sleep. I had no idea how long I had slept for, but it felt like it was only about 10 minutes considering how tired I still felt. I was slumped over in my seat so I tried to sit up a bit straighter, which caused me to feel that my neck was a little stiff and sore. I looked across and saw my mum who gave me a warm smile, having noticed I was now awake
“You ok?” She asked.
“Yes. Just a bit tired.” I replied as I rubbed my eyes.
I arched my back, gave my body a stretch as my eyes continued to adjust to the light. I remembered everything that had happened before I fell asleep and immediately I had some mixed feelings. I was a little angry at myself for falling asleep. I wanted desperately to show mum that I was older and more mature so wasn’t tired enough to just fall asleep. But then again I now felt so, so tired that I really just wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. So it whilst my head wanted to me to keep awake, my body told me something very different.
So in some ways considering how I had horrible habit of peeing myself every time I sleep, I can understand why mum felt that it was necessary to take some extra precautions. But whilst in mums world that all no doubt seems completely and utterly logical, for me it was still difficult to come to terms. Yes I could understand why that all makes sense and the last thing in the world I would have wanted to happen would be to have an accident in front of everyone. But I still couldn’t help but feel like I was the only girl my age, in the whole world, who was sat on an aeroplane with a nappy on under her dress.
With all that in mind I was actually quite keen to know if I was still dry. I was only asleep for a little bit, so I should be fine I thought and this was all quite unnecessary. Deep down I must admit though, I was not 100% confident. It was actually really quite hard to tell if I was wet or not. I squeezed my legs together and I could feel the padding squash between my upper thighs. It certainly didn’t feel anywhere near as bulky and swollen as it does in the morning after a nights sleep, but I couldn’t say with absolute certainty that I was completely dry either. I didn’t feel physically wet or damp, but I know that these nappies were really good and making your skin feel dry, even when the nappy was wet. There was no easy way to find out without making things really obvious, so I gave up trying to figure it out and just decided to try and watch the landing out the window.
It was quite hard to see anything as I was looking across two people and it was really dark outside, all I could see were some lights in the distance. The plane bounced around a little bit and the engines kept speeding up and slowing down. I looked across at mum and saw that she had her eyes tightly shut and her hands clasped tightly together. She didn’t seem to enjoy this part of the flight. Whereas, for me the landing and the take off were the best bits. They were exciting.
We were soon on the ground with a bit of a bump and mum eventually opened her eyes. Once the plane was parked and the seat belt sign turned off everyone suddenly rushed to their feet and started getting stuff out of the overhead lockers. I tried to make sure I got all the things from around my seat and tried to stand up as well.
I could see , or more accurately hear, Emma’s mum as she tried to wake up her daughter. I was really surprised to see that she had managed to sleep through the landing. I guessed she must have been in quite a deep sleep. Whilst I felt like I had woken up a little, I still felt really tired and couldn’t stop myself yawning. It felt such a long time ago when we were out shopping earlier that day.
Eventually everyone in front of us had started to get off the plane and I had enough space to step into the aisle and head towards the front. I managed to get a quick glimpse into the cockpit just before leaving the aeroplane which was really cool. It looked so complicated, I was always in awe of pilots and what they did, I couldn’t imagine how they did it.
The airport felt a little cold a/ we seemed to walk for ages, down various wide and tall corridors. I didn’t know where we were going, so we just seemed follow the rest of the crowd. Whilst this probably sounds a little silly, I still couldn’t help but feel a self conscious. I looked down at my dress a few times and there was no obvious sign that I could see of what I wore underneath, but I could feel it, so it still made me self aware. It’s not that it was particularly uncomfortable or anything, but with every step I could feel the padding rub between my legs and sort of shift from side to side over my bottom with each stride.
After we had another queue to deal with at passport control we were in the baggage reclaim area. We got a trolley, which I begged to drive, and picked a place by the conveyor belt to wait for our bags. I could see Emma and her mum just a little along from us. Emma seemed wide awake now and seemed to be having lots of fun as she tried to stand on the empty trolley and shift it from side to side, something her mum didn’t find very amusing by the looks of things. It made me chuckle a little, because I am sure I had done exactly the same thing at her age and whilst I was obviously far to mature for that kind of thing now, I secretly felt really tempted to do something similar myself.
The other thing that was obvious as I watched Emma play. She clearly had no concern for people knowing that she had a nappy on. All her messing around with the trolley brought plenty of attention to herself and the bulges in both the front and back of her leggings were plain to see. I did wonder if she simply didn’t know it was so obvious, or just fundamentally didn’t care.
“How are you doing Sweetie, it’s been a long day hasn’t it. Not too much more now hopefully”. Mum said to me as she came over and gave me a big hug.
“Fine, just a bit tired. How long will the car ride be?” I enquired.
“Not sure exactly but it will be a little while” she answered, blandly and rather unhelpfully.
We continued to hug as we talked and just before we broke our embrace mum patted my bum a couple of times before she gave it a fairly firm squeeze, which was a little odd. But I didn’t think anything more of it, as the carousel had started and we needed to keep an eye out for our bag.
Fortunately our bag came pretty quickly and we were soon out in the arrivals area, as we tried to figure out where to go to get our transportation to the hotel. Mum found a guy who had a sign with our name on it, who she told me would be our driver. There were actually two names in the sign I noticed, so that meant we had to wait for another person to arrive before we could go, which was pretty annoying, especially as my tiredness had not abated.
To be fair we didn’t have to wait too long and I was surprised to see who the other people were that we had been waiting for. Emma’s mum announced cheerfully that it was them and chatted confidently to the driver.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Dec 10, 2018 at 11:42 PM
Content: Next little instalment. I really appreciate those who take the time to right comments. Thank you very much.
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We followed the driver out of the airport terminal to where his car was parked. Emma’s mum introduced herself as Julia, while mum and her started to get acquainted. It turned out that not only were Emma and her mum sharing the taxi with us, but they were also going to stay at the same hotel, which was a bit of a weird coincidence.
When we got to the car I noticed it wasn’t a car at all,it was actually some sort of minibus. The driver put our suitcases in the boot, before he opened the sliding door on the side. I saw there were two rows of seats, with three seats in each row.
“Please... the children seats in the back..... please” he announced in broken English as he pulled one of the seats forward so that there was a way to get to the back row of seats.
Emma jumped straight in, sat on one of the booster seats and started to try and get the seatbelt on.
“Mum I don’t need a booster seat” I pleaded, as
I felt I was far too old to need a child seat.
“Please don’t make a fuss sweetie. Look how good that little girl is being. So please be a good girl and get in so we can get going.” Mum replied.
I really wasn’t happy, but everyone was stood looking at me so I figured I didn’t have much choice and climbed into the back. I sat in the seat and put my seatbelt on, while the mums sat in the seats ahead of us, after the driver had folded the seat back down. Emma hadn’t really said anything since we met, instead she just sat in the car and played on her iPad, which made me extremely jealous, not least because it looked brand new.
I looked out of the window as we set off and listened to the mums as they chatted. To begin with they mainly just chatted about were they lived, what they did for a living, etc. But in some ways I wasn’t completely surprised when the topic of conversation eventually changed to the thing that Emma and I seemed to have in common. I was used to the fact that my mum was not shy in the least bit to talk openly about these things and it looked like Emma’s mum was not so different.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing this up, but I recognise you and Amy from the videos you have posted on the Pampers site. Can I say it was really great that you did those, as they really will help a lot of families. Not only were they very informative and a real life view of your experiences with the products, but it also is great for helping reduce the stigma associated with bedwetting, which is often such a taboo subject. It was really brave of you to be so open and to share” Julia announced, which initially caused me a bit of shock. Whilst I was quite aware that the videos were being uploaded and people could see them, to actually meet someone who had seen them and recognised us was a real surprise.
“No I don’t mind you bringing it up at all and thank you so much for saying you think it’s been of help. You aren’t by any chance coming out here to meet Allison Davies and visiting the Pampers Research facility are you.” My mum enquired.
“Yes we are, are you doing the same? We were really inspired by you and Amy and so I sent an email to Pampers to see if we could also help and get some advice on some nappies for Emma. So after some time discussing things with Allison after she contacted me, we took her up on her offer to join the product test team.” Julia explained.
“That’s great. We are doing the same. Hope you don’t mind me asking, but is it predominantly bedwetting that Emma suffers from.” Mum asked, being nosey.
“There are a mixture of things to be honest. We believe Emma is mostly likely on the autistic spectrum. It’s a slow process, but she has been going through an assessment at the moment, so we don’t actually have a formal diagnosis yet. But our GP felt there were some signs and gave us a referral to see a specialist. Potty training has been one of the things that has been really difficult.” Julia explained. I wasn’t really sure what being autistic meant, but figured it might be part of the reason as to why Emma was perhaps so quiet.
“I am really sorry to hear that. It must be tough” mum replied, compassionately.
“It’s ok, it has been difficult yes and it has been a lot to take in, but we really just want to get a diagnosis now so we can understand how best to manage things going forward. Going through this process has at least helped us understand why things have been difficult. We blamed ourselves for a long time for being bad parents.
We are still working on the potty training. She has gotten a lot better during the daytime, but doesn’t cope well when there is a change to her routine. And night time is still something we are working on, she just doesn’t seem ready yet, so I wanted to try and get daytime sorted first before moving on to nighttime.” Julia continued to explain.
“To be honest I have got to the point where I believe you can’t really train night time dryness. We have tried all sorts of things and I think you just have to wait until their bodies are ready.” Mum replied. I looked across at Emma to see how she had reacted to our parents talking about us so matter of factly right in front of us, but either she hadn’t noticed or didn’t care, as she now seemed completely engrossed in a tv programme.
“No I think you are probably right. I have tried putting a Emma to bed without a nappy, but she didn’t even wake up despite her pyjamas and bed being completely soaked.
When we watched your videos it was nice to see that we weren’t alone with some of the issues we have had. We have also tried pullups, but found them to be expensive and leak badly, so went back to nappies. When we heard Pampers were looking at introducing a larger and more absorbent night nappy, we were very interested. That’s what brought me to the site and to your videos. Your open and honest views were really useful.
She is still in the largest size Pampers or supermarket brand, but we have started to struggle at night time. I think we are really at the top end of the size and capacity so have started to get quite a few leaks. One thing that has helped though is using a booster.” Emma’s mum explained.
“Oh ok. I haven’t come across those, where do you get those from?” Mum enquired.
“Someone on the netmums forum recommended them. You can order them online.
They are just a rectangular shaped pad. They don’t have a waterproof backsheet, so you just put it inside the nappy. They do make things a little more bulky, but we normally only use them at night and they really improve the absorbency and we haven’t had any leaks since. It’s something I have been discussing with Allison. One of the benefits being that you don’t need separate day and night products. You can use the same nappies but add the booster for nighttime, or for situations when you need a little more absorbency.” Julia continued to explain, enthusiastically.
“That’s interesting, I hadn’t even thought of using a booster and to be honest didn’t know they even existed.” Mum replied.
“Well I have packed plenty so if it’s something you want to try, let me know.” Julia offered.
“Since we have been using the Night Dry we have had a lot less leaks and they are much more absorbent than anything we have tried before. So it’s made things much more manageable and I don’t feel like I am doing a mountain of laundry everyday. I must admit I do get stressed when we stay away from home though. I am probably being a little bit silly and I am sure hotels are used to all sorts of things, but I would be mortified if we left urine stains all over the bedding for the maid to find in the morning.” I didn’t really know why she chose to bring that up as it had been ages since I stayed in a hotel and I can’t remember ever leaving wet patches on a hotel bed.
“As you say I am sure they find far worse things in the morning, I dread to think what some people leave behind. But still I do understand what you mean about being conciseness to the staff, I am the same.
It sounds like the Night Dry are working well for you, we are keen to try them for Emma. But if want a booster for some extra protection honestly I have plenty” Julia added cheerfully.
“That’s very kind of you” my mum replied, seemingly not committing one way or the other.
Fortunately the conversation finally changed topic and I no longer had to endure listening to my mum share more embarrassing details about my bedwetting issues. They moved onto talking about whether we had been to Germany before, the food, the weather, all sorts of pretty boring stuff, so as soon as I was content that they had stopped talking about me I stopped paying much attention.
In fact I got really, really bored, as I had nothing to do and really wished that I hadn’t left my bag in the boot of the car. I tried to watch a bit of what Emma was watching on her IPad, but it seemed like a pretty childish cartoon and I couldn’t really see it properly anyway. So instead I just decided to rest my heavy eyelids and did my best to ignore the droning chit chat of my mum and her ‘new best friend’ in front.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Dec 30, 2018 at 1:45 AM
Content: Next chapter. Please keep commenting and posting if you want to see more.
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“Amy...... Amy...... come on sweetie it’s time to go”. I heard my mum’s voice, but it didn’t register straight away.
I slowly opened my eyes and the bright internal light of the minibus hurt my eyes. I looked around and saw that we had arrived at the hotel. I had no idea what time it was, or how long I had been asleep.
I undid my seatbelt and climbed out. As soon as I was outside of the taxi I immediately felt the cold, it seemed much colder than when I got in the minibus some how. The driver had taken all of the bags out of the boot for us, which we collected and headed towards the hotel reception. The hotel looked really impressive, with a long driveway lined with flags of different nationalities. The hotel seemed to be surrounded by a forest. I am not sure why the driver parked so far away from the entrance I thought, as I felt the cold bite at my bare legs.
I noticed something else as we walked, something that felt different. The nappy that was hidden from view under my dress, no longer felt soft and comfortable. The gentle swish across my bottom that I felt when I walked through the airport terminal was gone. Now the padding seemed to hang lower between my legs and the waistband tugged at my hips. Also, with every step the padding seemed to rub uncomfortably between my legs. It didn’t feel very nice at all.
We headed into the reception area through a large revolving, automatic door. The reception area was equally grand with a white marble floor and a large number of spot lights shine down from the high ceiling, like stars on the sky. There was also a red carpet that led to the reception desk that was manned by a smiling, dark haired and attractive lady. I looked round to see where Emma and Julia were and saw that they were a little bit behind us, as Julia rather unsuccessfully encouraged Emma to hurry up.
“Good evening. Welcome. Please may I have your passports.” The lady asked us, which my mum dutifully provided.
“I understand you are staying with us for 3 nights is that correct? Have you stayed with us before” She went on to ask.
“Yes that’s correct and no we haven’t stayed with you before” my mum replied.
“Ok no problem. Well I am delighted to say we have one of our fabulous family suites for you. I think you will find it has everything you need, but if there is anything else we can get you, please just ring reception.
Breakfast is included and served from 6am, the WiFi code is here and your suite is on the third floor. May I get someone to take your bags?” The receptionist lady explained and asked.
I made sure I took the piece of paper with the WiFi code on it and hoped mum had listened to the rest. We declined the offer of help for the bags and we found a lift to take us to the third floor. We said goodnight to Julia and Emma on the way.
The hotel seemed like a maze. We followed various signs and corridors, as we searched for our suite. I felt like I should know, but I didn’t really know what she meant by a suite as opposed to a room. The only sweets I was aware of were ones that you eat! I thought that maybe they just call it that to make it sound more posh. But whatever they called it, the long walk from reception did nothing to help my sagging nappy situation. With every step the heavy material seemed to sag lower and rub more, although I suspect that was just my imagination.
We finally reached the door to our room and my mum used the key card to unlock it. As the door swung open and I looked inside I had to admit I was super impressed. The room, or suite as I should call it, was absolutely huge! We quickly made our way in and my mum deposited the bags next to the bank of wardrobes, with coat hooks and shoe racks.
Immediately to our right as you walked into the hallway was the bathroom, which I didn’t pay much attention to initially, as I was far more interested in the rest of the room! Once through the initially narrow hallway the room opened up widely, both to the left and to the right. Over to the left hand side there was a kitchen area and a lounge area, with a large tv on the wall. The overwhelming sensation of the decor was like a wood, forest cabin, it was really pretty. Straight ahead was a large patio door that led out to a balcony. I was dark outside so I couldn’t see the view, but I pictured it to be also a pretty forest view. Over on the right hand side of the room was the bedroom area, which also was huge and seemed able to sleep a lot of people.
I went in and turned towards the sleeping area and noticed that it was sort of made of three main parts. On right hand side there was a large double bed, that came out into the room. There were small wooden side tables and a large picture of a lake and woods above it. There was some kind of wooden hamper on the bed, but I didn’t think much about that initially as I took in the rest of the room. In the middle and against the far wall, there was a fairly large wooden cot for a baby. Right next to the cot there was a unit with some drawers and a couple of shelves, on top of which there looked to be a padded changing table.
On the left side of the bedroom area there was a set of bunk beds, again all made out of the same, matching wood material. I always had wanted bunk beds as a kid, but as I was an only child I was never allowed. My mum said it would be a waste and after dad left, a lot ways came down to money. I don’t think I would want them now, as they are for younger kids really, but I couldn’t help but feel my heart get a little bit excited, as I saw them in the room.
“Wow, isn’t this amazing, it’s huge!” mum beamed as she also surveyed what would be our new home for the next couple of days. I didn’t really reply, but heartfully agreed.
“Ok it’s really late so let’s pack the stuff away and get to bed.” Mum announced.
As she started to unpack the suitcase I had a little wander around the suite. The kitchen was small but seemed to have everything you would normally have. I opened the fridge and saw it was fairly well stocked with soft drinks, fruit juices and more importantly some chocolates. I made my way towards the patio door and asked mum if I could go out and have a look on the balcony, but she said no as it would let the cold and midges in. I hadn’t thought about insects, but I did know that I didn’t much like them and that they were attracted to light, so perhaps she was right and going into the balcony wasn’t the best idea just yet.
So instead I headed over to the bedroom area and was intrigued as to what was in the hamper on the bed. It was fairly big so I had no idea what could be inside. As I approached I noticed there was actually two packages, there was also a plain, white box that had been slightly obscured from my initial view by the wooden hamper. I noticed that there was an envelope on top and it had our name on the front of it.
“Mum, there are some parcels here and it has our name on it, can I open it?” I enquired.
“Just a minute Sweetie. Wait for me.” Came her reply
She took the envelope from my hand, opened it and started to read.
“Oh it’s from Alison and addressed to us.” She explained as she began to read.
“We are delighted that you have joined our team and could come and visit our product development facility.
I know you have no doubt had a long day and a late night, so your driver will pick you up at 10am, which will hopefully give you plenty of time to get a good nights sleep. With our compliments and as a bit of a welcome to the Proctor and Gamble family, we have provide you with a selection of items from our range of products.” Mum paused reading for a moment as she opened the hamper.
There was a lot in there, but it was all pretty boring stuff like Pantene shampoo, some Oral B toothpaste and tooth brushes, a variety of Olay creams, some razors, etc.. There was clearly more stuff underneath, but I couldn’t really see what that was. None of it was very interesting, but it was pretty cool that it all appeared to be free. Mum picked up the letter and carried on reading.
“You should also have another package, which is our Pampers Test Team Welcome and Starter Pack. In there you will find nappies, wipes and creams. There are also some gifts, which we hope you will like. But most importantly you will find your test team pack. There is some literature for you to read, but most importantly you have also been provided with an Apple IPad, which is the main way that we communicate with you and you provide product feedback and test information to us. There are instructions provided, but simply connect the iPad to an internet or wifi source and open the Pampers Test Team app, that is already installed on the IPad. Your login details are included on this letter, which you will need to use to log onto the App. Once you have logged in just follow the instructions. Please bring the IPad with you when you come and visit the facility tomorrow and we will explain things further.” Mum carried on reading to herself for a few moments longer before she put the letter down and started to open the box.
I was initially hugely disappointed with the announcement that the white box was a test team pack from Allison. But as soon as the IPad was mentioned, I was suddenly extremely interested. I assumed it would work like abnormal IPad and we would be able to put other things on it too. I even wondered whether mum would let me have it as my own to use for most of the time.
I watched as she opened the box. The first thing I saw was a large envelope that said ‘Welcome to your Pampers Product Test Team Starter kit. She took that out and started opening the envelope.
“Can I get the rest of it out of the box please mum.” I asked eagerly.
“Yes, but be careful.” She answered. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to be careful about. It wasn’t like I was going to break anything.
Once the envelope was out of the way there wasn’t anything that resembled an iPad that I could immediately see. In fact I couldn’t see anything but what looked like some sort of t-shirt which covered everything. I so took that out and threw it on the bed, next to the box. Now visible on the right half of the box, were 3 packs of baby wipes . One pack was called Complete Clean, which was white with a green stripe across the packet. Another one was called Sensitive, which was largely an all white packet. The final one said Pure on the front, which was again all white but had a big light green heart on the front.
On the left side of the box there was a package of what I recognised to be the Night Dry Plus, in XL2 size, which I also knew to be my size. I took out the pack of nappies, which I thought seemed to be smaller than my normal pack, hoping to find the IPad underneath. An iPad which I had started to become concerned was possibly missing.
When I lifted out the pack of Night dry I was disappointed to see that underneath, instead of a shiny new tablet, there were just more nappies. These seemed different however. These ones just seem to be covered in a clear plastic wrapping, instead of a proper pack. There was nothing on the package at all, expect for a white handwritten label. It wasn’t easy to read, but I am pretty sure it said Active Fit Plus XL2. I wasn’t really interested in what it said I was still desperate to find what I was looking for.
I decided to switch my attention to the other side again and took all of the wipes out of the box. Once there were gone I dug, further as I removed nappy rash cream, a pack of pampers embossed pens, a note pad, a pack of nappy bags, it seemed to go on for ever.
Finally I think I found what I had been looking for. Right at the bottom of the box there was a smaller black box that looked just the right size to contain an iPad mini.
“Stop making such a mess sweetie. Why have you taken everything out to the box” my mum enquires, somewhat annoyed at the mess I had made. I didn’t answer and instead just opened the box I had found.
I slowly pulled the lid off and there inside was what appeared to be a brand new IPad mini. I was soooo excited.
“Cool!” Was all I could say, as I took it out of the box.
“Please don’t get that out now. There will be plenty of time tomorrow. It’s super late and it’s time to get to bed.” Mum stated. Much to my annoyance.
“But please. I just want a quick go to see if it works.” I pleaded.
“No sweetie. Please do as I say. Hang your dress up on a hanger in the wardrobe and go and brush your teeth.” Mum commanded, assertively, but I still was not completely undeterred.
“But just one quick go” I asked, persistently.
“Now.. Amy!” Came the stern reply.
I recognised I was not going to win this one so I put the iPad down, in what ended up being a slightly overly dramatic manner and started to remove my dress, as instructed.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jan 17, 2019 at 1:08 AM
Content: Hope you like the latest chapter. Please keep posting comments in the story and if you would like to read more.
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I took my dress off, still annoyed that she wouldn’t let me try the IPad and tried to hand it to my mum.
“I don’t want it Sweetie, hang it up in the wardrobe, near the front door.” She instructed rather grumpily.
As I walked across the large room back towards the entrance I became aware of my current state of dress. In all the excitement of the IPad I had forgotten how uncomfortable my nappy had become. I looked down and saw how the waistband now hung lower on my hips and the tapes strained against the additional weight of the sodden padding that hung between my legs. I also noticed I still had my white sketchers trainers and white ankle socks on, so overall it was an odd look!
I decided the shoes obviously needed to come off at some point, so they came off next. I was keen to get my nappy off too, but as I looked over at mum she was still pre-occupied with the packages and I was still a little annoyed at her, so I headed to the bathroom to do my teeth instead, rather than deal with that right now.
The bathroom like the rest of the room was very spacious. There were two sinks side by side, and a huge mirror that spanned the wall behind the sinks. The decor was again a wood effect and matched the rest of the room. There was a bath on the opposite wall from the sink area and against the far wall there was a large shower. I found my toothbrush and toothpaste and busied myself brushing my teeth.
Once I had finished, I grabbed a glass, filled it with water and rinsed my mouth out. The water in my mouth seemed to make me suddenly feel very thirsty, which given that it had been a while since I had drunk anything, was probably not so much of a surprise.
“Mum I am really thirsty, can I have a drink.” I shouted.
“No Sweetie, you know you’re not allowed to drink before bed.” She shouted back, which only added to my previous state of annoyance.
“But muuuuum I am really thirsty. I need a drink.” I shouted again.
“Amy I said no. Now get a move on it’s late.” came the predictable reply.
Her refusal at my request did little to calm my growing anger and I reflected on how it seemed that she never let me do anything I asked. So feeling somewhat rebellious I filled the glass back up and drank it down quickly, before I filled it up again and drank another glass. Whilst I didn’t get my way with the iPad, she couldn’t stop me quench my thirst, so it felt good to get my own way for once. I paused for a moment,as I felt the liquid go down, satisfying my body’s request for moisture.
I headed back into the main room and saw that my mum had now moved the packages from Allison off of the bed and placed them on the floor near the cot. I looked around to see if I could see the IPad, but I couldn’t see where she had put it. What I did see was that she had taken the padded changing mat off of the baby changing table and laid it on the bed, although I didn’t really understand why. I mean I suppose it should have been obvious what she intended to use it for as I also noticed one of my night dry nappies was laid next to the mat. But we had never used one at home so I was still puzzled as to why she wanted to use one now. Another thing that I noticed was that there was definitely something else that was missing.
“Do you know where my pyjamas are?” I asked.
“Errrr.... they must still be in the suitcase.” She answered, although she didn’t seem completely convincing. “Let’s change your nappy and then I will find them so you can get to bed, you must be tired. I know I am.” She added and her prompt about tiredness made me realise that I had indeed started to feel pretty tired again.
“Can I sleep on the top bunk?” I asked enthusiastically.
“Yes ok. Now get that soggy bottom of yours over here.” She replied cheekily. I would normally have reacted to a comment like that, but I was inwardly too excited that she had yes about the bunk bed to pick a fight about it. So instead I just headed over to the bed where she was now stood.
“Do we really need to use the mat. It’s a bit babyish.” I argued as I looked down and saw the white mat was covered with a childish print of multiple turquoise elephants.
“Don’t be silly sweetie it’s just a mat. Your bottom is likely to wet and clammy when I take your nappy off, so I don’t really want that getting on the bed covers. Park your bum on the mat for me please” Came her matter of fact reply. I guess it was my fault for asking and my bottom did feel damp. I was also keen to get it over with quickly so I could try out the top bunk.
I hopped up onto the bed and sat on the middle of the mat, before I laid back down. I looked up at the ceiling, as my eyes took in my new surrounding. I felt a couple of tugs and then the tell-tale rip, as the tape on my left side was pulled free. This was quickly followed by another loud rip and the one on my right was also released.
“Lift up for me sweetie” mum asked, to which I dutifully complied.
As I lifted my hips up I felt the nappy get pulled from underneath me. The air felt cool against my slightly damp skin, as I watched mum walk off before she returned with a pack of baby wipes. I averted my gaze back towards the ceiling as I heard her open the pack and pull out some wipes. I hadn’t prepared for what came next as the coldness of the wipes against my sensitive skin made me jump.
“Sorry sweetie, did that make you jump. I will be as quick as I can.” Mum stated kindly as she set to work, thoroughly wiping me clean. “Can you lift your legs up for me?”
Again I did as I was told and lifted my legs up off of the bed. As I did so mum held my ankles and helped ease my legs up high, so that they pointed up vertically towards the ceiling. As my legs were raised there was a little noise as the clammy skin on my bottom,which had got stuck slightly to the plastic covering of the mat, released.
There was a slight pause before I was again made to jump as, what felt like an ice cold wet wipe, met my skin. Mum quickly set to work and cleaned me all over, before she allowed my legs to fall back down. I looked down to see if I needed to brace for more cold wipes, but instead I saw her pick up the Night Dry nappy and perform her now customary routine of opening it out fully before folding it lengthways down the middle. What would normally come next was for me to raise my legs to help my mum slide it under my bum, but for some reason this time she paused.
“Oh. Just a second.” Mum announced as she headed back across the room.
I watched her walk over to where her handbag was, the large one that she had on the plane. She opened it, reached inside and then pulled out something that I didn’t initially recognise.
“Julia gave us some of these boosters to try” mum explained as she carried a small pile of the long, white rectangular pads back towards the bed. I was about to open my mouth and suggest that it was not something I needed, but my mum interjected before I could mutter a word.
“You have been really good at limiting your fluids tonight so this may not be necessary, but that last nappy was really soaked, so it’s better to be safe than sorry!” She stated cheerfully, no doubt having contended herself with what she would have considered to be the irrefutable logic of her argument.
As soon as she mentioned how good I had been at limiting my drinks, my words dried up. I had felt quite proud of my little rebellion only a few moments ago, but mums undeserved praised meant that pride quickly melted away. So in the end I opted simply for silence. Instead I started to try and remember when Emma’s mum gave them to us, as I had absolutely no recollection of it. Maybe it happened while I was asleep in the car, I pondered. I suddenly started to wonder what else they talked about or shared whilst I was asleep.
My thoughts were interrupted as mum put the pile of booster pads next to me on the bed which allowed me to get a slightly closer look. There wasn’t really much to look at to be honest. They just seemed like long absorbent pads. They were completely plain white, on both sides from what I could see. Mum took the top one off of the pile and put it next to the clean which had been left on the bed next to my left thigh. I couldn’t see what she had done with the wet one that had just been removed.
“Legs up again for me please sweetie”. Mum requested.
I did as I was told and I was quickly back in the position where my legs were skyward and I was rocked backwards which lifted my bottom clear of the mat. After what felt like about 10-15 seconds my legs were allowed to come back down and mum tugged on the rear wings seemingly to ensure they were fully extended. After another brief pause I felt her ease my legs apart before she pulled the nappy up between my legs. As always she pulled the front from side to side, which I remembered from her explanation video was something to do with making sure the leg elastics were where they were supposed to be. After that she pulled it tightly across my tummy, before she proceeded to fasten the tapes securely in place.
“Can you find my pyjamas now.” I enquired, keen to get them on so that I could try out the new bed.
“Just a second Sweetie”. She answered as she did her finger check of all the leg elastics.
Once that was done she headed over towards where the suitcase was and I took the opportunity to sit up. As soon as I did so I immediately noticed my nappy felt tighter somehow and definitely more bulky between my legs. I looked down and saw that the padding was stretched more tautly and bulged out to a more pronounced degree. As I stood up the feeling did not change and in addition to the additional bulk between my legs I could feel the thicker padding being pulled tightly across my bottom. I tried to look over my shoulder to see if I could see what my bum looked like but it was not really possible. So I just stood and waited patiently, as my mum searched the suitcase.
“I am sorry Sweetie I think we must have forgotten your pyjamas”. Mum announced, much to my annoyance.
“So what am I going to wear?” I asked, as I did my best to express my displeasure at my mums mistake.
“Erm. It’s not too cold in here do you really need pyjamas?” She asked hopefully, having no doubt sensed my unhappiness.
“Yes I do. I never go to sleep without pyjamas”. I answered assertively. Now this wasn’t strictly true. Especially when it is hot in the summer and the house is super warm I often just wore a nappy to bed. I watched my mum scrabble around for an alternative set of pyjamas and she looked through the clothes that I did bring, but obviously didn’t think any were suitable as she came away empty handed. I watched with intrigue as my mum headed back towards me and then went to the boxes from Allison and proceeded to take out the T-shirt that was in the first box that we opened.
“We might be in luck”. Mum suggested as she opened out the T-shirt. As she did so something else fell out onto the floor, which she quickly retrieved. “Perfect m”she announced.
“What are they?” I asked.
“What do you think. Pyjamas!” she answered sarcastically, as she held them out to show me
I looked at the garments in her hands. They appeared to be a pair of pale pink shorts and a pale pink t-shirt. They didn’t look too bad, but there was an odd phrase written across the front of the t-shirt which read “PAMPER THE SKIN THEY’RE IN”. I figured it was some kind of slogan for a Proctor and Gamble product, maybe one of the moisturising creams. Mum threw them to me and I decided they were better than nothing so proceeded to put them on.
The top fit absolutely fine, but the shorts felt a little tight as it was a little tricky to pull them all the way up. Once they were on I looked down and my eyes were met by what could only be described as a fairly obvious nappy bulge in the front of my shorts.
“Okay?” Mum asked.
“Yeah I guess. The shorts are a bit tight” I replied.
She walked over to me and took a closer look, which included spinning me around to look at both the front and the back, before she pulled on the waistband of the shorts to see how tight it was.
“Yes they look a little tight, but the waist seems ok. As long as it isn’t digging into your tummy they will be fine. I’m afraid it’s either that or you have to go without. So it’s up to you sweetie”. Mum concluded, as she left me with the decision to make before she headed off to get ready for bed herself.
“I guess they are ok” I decided. My eyes had started to feel heavy and the bunk bed was waiting. I just wanted to get into bed now. Mum came back over happy that I had made a decision. and gave me a big hug
“Ok great. Well it’s time to go to sleep, night night Sweetie.” She punctuated the Sweetie with a couple of pats to my bum that I heard more than felt.
I headed over to the bed and felt a little buzz of what was, let’s face it, rather childish excitement. I slowly climbed the ladder. A task that was not made any easier by the bulk between my legs, which had, if anything, only been exacerbated by the tight shorts. But it didn’t take too long for me to get to the top and climb onto the bed.
My first impressions were actually of a tiny bit of trepidation. The bunk bed all of a sudden seemed very high. Much more so as I looked down from the top, then it had looking up from below. But I was determined to not pass up this opportunity so I put my slight fear of the height aside and slipped under the bed covers and let my body settle into the soft, comfortable mattress.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Feb 2, 2019 at 10:22 AM
Content: Just a little update. Comments super welcome.
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I opened my eyes and it took a few moments for me to register my surroundings. Initially I had no idea where I was until my brain clicked into gear and it all started to come back. I certainly had no idea what time it was. All I knew was that I was still felt super tired and I rolled over to try and go back to sleep.
This task wasn’t helped by the fact that the room was already partially lit by the daylight, which streamed through the curtains that must have been partially open. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could and just tried to block it all out. At least it was still very quiet, or so I thought until I heard my mum come out of the bathroom and into the main part of the hotel room. I still had my eyes closed so I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I figured she must be in the kitchen area as I heard some drawers and cupboards being opened and closed from that general area.
All this made my attempts at renewed slumber increasingly difficult. But what finally made it impossible was when mum decided to put the kettle on. The noise which grew louder and louder, until the water had final boiled, was the last nail in the coffin for my attempts to go back to sleep. Instead I rolled back over so that I faced into the room. My view was mostly obscured by the two wooden planks that surrounded my bed, a barrier which helped ensure I didn’t fall out and cause myself a fairly serious injury.
I sat myself up slightly so that I could see over the edge of the bed. I saw my mum was in the kitchen and watched as she made a cup of coffee. There was also some bread on the side with some butter and jam. I am not sure if that was already in the cupboard, or she had been out somewhere to get it. Either way it looked tasty.
“Morning Sweetie. Did you sleep well” mum asked, once she had noticed me peer over the edge of the bunk bed.
“Yes I think so” I replied. I think I pretty much fell asleep straight away so that was good. I hated it when I couldn’t sleep and ended up tossing and turning for what always felt like hours.
“Great. Come down and get some breakfast” mum suggested.
The smell of the coffee and seeing the bread did make me feel more aware that I was very hungry.
“Could I have some toast please”. I asked politely.
“Yes of course. Be careful coming down that latter” Mum answered, in what I thought was an overprotective manner. I was quite capable of getting down the ladder I thought to myself, I don’t know why she always felt the need to add comments like that. I am not a 4 year old!
I pushed the covers back and sat up. It felt a bit weird to be in a bed, yet also relatively close to the ceiling, as I noticed that there was no way I could stand up where I was, without hitting my head on the ceiling. With the covers removed my pyjamas came into view and I suddenly remembered last nights events that lead me to be wearing the ones that we had been given in the box of stuff from Allison.
The pyjamas were actually pretty comfy to be fair. The material was soft and compliant and I didn’t seem to get too hot in the night which was always good. There is nothing worse than being too hot in bed ! The shorts, however, still felt a little tight and as I looked down at them; I could see them strain against the bulk of my nappy underneath.
As I often did in the morning I had a level of hope that today would be the day that I woke up dry. This morning was no exemption to that. I had secretly hoped that given the fact that I went to bed late, maybe the reduced time sleeping had given my body an extra chance to make it to morning without my bladder involuntary emptying itself.
I had become quite well accustomed to the difference between what a dry Pampers night dry nappy felt like when dry as opposed to when it was wet. So I didn’t normally actually have to physically look to know. I could just tell by how the padding felt between my legs, or in the front and back. This morning was a bit more of a challenge though. The booster which mum had added, already made things more bulky to start with and so whilst I could feel the padding was quite firm between my legs I wasn’t sure whether this was just because of the booster, or actually due to the fact that the material had swelled up at some point in the night, as it had done it’s work and soaked all my pee up.
I heard my mum put some bread in the toaster. I liked my toast to be warm when I put the butter on, so I decided I needed to get down fairly quickly in order to avoid it going cold. So I actually ended up crawling on my knees down to the bottom of my bed as that’s where the ladder was. Once I got there I contemplated going down forwards, but quickly decided that wasn’t a very sensible idea and span my body round as that I could slide over the edge backwards.
As I started to ease my leg down I couldn’t find the rung on the ladder, so ended up waving it around as I searched for it. This was actually harder than I thought and was conscious of the fact that I must have looked quite funny as I clumsily tried to find the first step.
“Be careful Sweetie” mum announced, obviously having decided to watch my efforts to decend from the high bed.
I wasn’t too happy that she had seen me struggle, but to be fair I did feel some relief as I felt her hand grab my dangling ankle and steer it towards the step on the ladder. Once I had found the first step it got a little easier and I eased myself the rest of the way over the edge of the bed and clung to the top of the ladder as I did so. My pyjama top had almost completely
ridden up as I slide gingerly over the edge, but that was a lower priority than trying to find the next steps with my feet.
Once I was down I pulled my pj top back down and followed mum into the kitchen. The short walk to the kitchen didn’t really help me positively confirm the state of my nappy, which I actually thought it would have done. In my heart I still had a tiny bit of a flutter of excitement to think that I may be finally dry, I genuinely now wanted to know. But my head still tempered my excitement enough with some doubt. It was something about the bulk and additionally whilst it was subtle, my skin did feel a tiny bit damp. I couldn’t be sure though and maybe it was sweat as I did feel very warm in the nappy area.
One thing that gave me some additional hope was that it didn’t feel as heavy as it had done when getting out of the taxi yesterday and it didn’t seem to sag as much. So my head convinced me that there was still some degree of possibility. Without being convinced one way or the other I sat down at the kitchen table and waited for the toast to finish.
“Can I have some juice please mum”. I asked, again very politely”.
“Of course sweetie” came the equally polite reply.
I watched mum get me a large glass of orange juice, just as the toast popped out of the toaster. After a quick drink of juice I proceeded to butter my toast, which mum had also kindly collected for me.
“What time is it” I queried. I did also wonder what the plan was today and how long we were going to be out for.
“It’s nearly 9am and we are being picked up at 10 and you need a shower.” She replied.
“Do I have to have a shower?” I challenged, in a voice that did sound more whiney than expected or intended.
“Yes you do. Yesterday was a long day and so you need to get fresh and clean.” Came the rather typical reply.
I wasn’t averse to the idea of having a shower, but in the back of my mind I knew that if I did, then it would end up significantly reducing the amount of time we had before we were getting picked up. Especially given that I wanted to try to find the IPad and have a go of it, before we went.
I quickly finished my breakfast and started to glance around the room trying to see where my mum had stashed the iPad, but it was not immediately obvious where she had put it. So I decided I would need to look around the room if I was going to find it.
“What are you looking for” mum enquires, clearly having noticed I had begun to search for something.
“The iPad. I would like to try it” I answered honestly.
“You can have a go later, I need you to start getting ready. Come over here so I can take your nappy off. How does it feel this morning? Do you feel wet? Did the booster make a difference?” She fired the questions at me one after the other, in quicken succession. I didn’t even have time to answer one question before she had asked the next.
Not only was I not very happy at a further delay being introduced regarding my iPad time, but I didn’t really feel like answering all the nappy related questions.
“I don’t know”. I replied grumpily. I hoped that if I didn’t really engage then she would give up and wouldn’t ask me any more questions.
“Come on Amy this is important. Allison is expecting us to provide product feedback and I need you to help me with that. Can you do that for me please. Allison has put a lot of faith in us and spent a lot of money flying us out here. You promised me you would help me on this.” Mum pleaded. I looked at her as she completed her little speech and the look in her eyes told me her plea was heartfelt. It was very effective too as I know I had said I would support her on this, and now felt a little bad for not cooperating so openly.
“Ok. I will try.” Was all the reply I could think of.
“Good girl.” Mum said, with a beaming smile having replaced her worried frown.
“So how does it feel compared to without the booster?” She asked.
“I am not sure how to explain it really. It feels more bulky. I can feel it more between my legs and on my bum.” I offered.
“That makes sense. They definitely look like they are a little bulkier. Do you feel wet this morning?” She enquired further.
“I am not sure. A little. Maybe.” Came my pretty unclear reply.
“Well your pyjamas seem dry so it doesn’t look like you have had any leaks. Which is good. Or do you mean you are not sure if you wet or not last night?” She probed further.
“I don’t know really”. I answered a little unhelpfully. I wasn’t trying to be difficult I was just a bit unsure and confused. My skin felt a bit damp like it was wet and the nappy felt bulky liked it often did when it had swelled up in the night, but it felt bulkier when it was dry and it certainly wasn’t sagging like it had done yesterday when we arrived at the hotel. So I genuinely wasn’t sure.
Mum seemed a tiny bit annoyed at my lack of clarity and instead of asking any more questions I watched her go and grab the changing mat and put it on the same spot on the bed as last night.
“Well park your bum on there and we will see.” She instructed.
I didn’t want to risk being accused of not being supportive again, so whilst I was entirely happy about her choosing to use the babyish mat again, I did as I was told by jumping onto the bed and laid on the mat. Mum set to work quickly and before I knew it she had grabbed the waistband of my shorts and had tugged them down my legs, all the way off. I was keen to know what had happened while I slept so I tried to sit up and watch as mum inspected the state of my nappy.
It was quite difficult to see from my vantage point but I looked to see if I could see any of the moon and star shapes on the front. I remember mum telling one of the videos how pointless they are, but at that point I would have been super happy to see them. I strained my tummy muscles further so I sat up higher still as my eyes searched for stars, but I couldn’t see any. The lack of stars and an apparent slightly discolouration of the padding made my heart sink.
There was nothing I could do as I felt the disappointment wash over my body and I so just slumped back down onto the mat. I just laid there passively as mum completed her inspection, which concluded with her lifting my left leg and using it to help roll me on my side, before I felt her squeeze, prod and pull on the back of my nappy.
“Well I must say I am pretty impressed. I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t sleep another 6 hours without springing my leak. Enough to for the laziest of lazy-bones!” She remarked.
I wasn’t sure if that last comment was pointed at me or just and attempt to lighten the mood and make a stupid joke.
I next heard and felt the familiar double rip as the tape tabs were pulled open. I felt the air hit my, what now more clearly felt like, slightly damp skin as mum pulled the front of the nappy away from my tummy. Surprisingly she then let it fall back down before heading off to the changing table and retrieved the bag of wipes.
“Do you need to use the wipes. They are cold and tickle” I asked, as I thought them unnecessary given the fact that I was about to have a shower.
“I just want to make sure you are nice and clean.” Mum replied.
“But I am going to have a shower”. I answered, as I hoped to get her to realise the illogical nature of her plan.
“Fair point. But make sure you wash all your nooks and crannies properly down there ok”. Came her unexpected reply.
“I will.” Was my short but clear answer. It was extremely rare that mum actually listened to me, so I added this to my very short list of little victories.
She finished the whole process by lifting my legs up and rocking me back, which allowed her to pull the nappy out from under my bum. Once I was free I rolled over and jumped off the bed to headed towards the shower.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: May 9, 2019 at 12:47 AM
Content: Hi everyone. Sorry I have been away a long time. My personal life pretty much fell apart this year.
Anyway I have started work on another instalment if the story and just wanted to thank those who made comments on the forum about wanting to hear more. It’s the main thing that helps me get motivated to write more, as it helps me feel like it’s worth it as people would like to read my story.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: May 12, 2019 at 10:44 AM
Content: Sorry for the big gap between instalments. Hope you enjoy this next one.
As always if would like me to write more, please comment and tell me which bits you like and if you still are enjoying the story.
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I quickly showered and grabbed a towel to dry myself off. The towel was huge, bright white in colour and lovely and fluffy. I wish we had towels like this at home, I thought. Once I was dry I wrapped the towel around my body and headed back into the main room, where I found my mum sat on her bed with the iPad in her hand and the test team envelope and pack open on the bed next to her.
The iPad was connected to a charger, which was plugged into the socket that was part of the side unit next to the bed. I was initially a little annoyed that she had got the iPad working without me. I really wanted to try it first, but at least it seemed we would be able to use it now.
“Can I have a go please mum”. I asked eagerly.
“Not just yet sweetie, maybe when you are dressed and we have dried your hair, if we have time.” Came her reply and the further delay to my iPad access only added to a sense of frustration.
My mum put the iPad down and led me back to the bathroom where there was a hairdryer attached to the wall, next to the large mirror above the sink. As she proceeded to dry my hair I took the opportunity to probe her more about the iPad.
“Have you got the iPad working now?” I enquired.
“Yes I think so. I have managed to log us in and opened up the test team app. I am still just trying to get used to it.” She answered.
“Am I going to be allowed to use it” I probed further.
“Well it’s not a toy Amy, it’s really expensive and they have given it to use to use to provide feedback on the products they ask us to test for them, but it does say they really encourage feedback from both the parent and the child. There is even a section in the app for you to use and explore. So it would be really great if you give feedback too and the more feedback you give the more you get to use it.” My mum replied.
I often felt slightly embarrassed when mum asked me for feedback. Especially when she hits me cold with it or in a video or something. I figured just typing some stuff into the iPad probably wouldn’t be as bad. Either way I just was desperate to get my hands on it and start to play with it.
Once my hair was dry mum headed back into the bedroom and I was left to brush my teeth, which only took a couple of minutes. As I made my way into the main room again I saw mum had laid some clothes out for me on the bed. There was a purple Harry Potter top which was one of my favourites and my black skirt which I also liked as it has lots of tiny sparky bits that made it look more interesting than some of my more boring other skirts.
But laid on top of all of that was something that puzzled me. There was a pair of socks which wasn’t the strange thing, but next to that there was both a pair of my underwear and a nappy. The nappy didn’t look the same as my normal night ones, so I guessed it mush have been one of the other ones from the box, or maybe Emma’s mum had given her something else. Either way I didn’t know why it was laid there on my clothes.
“Now this is completely up to you sweetie, but I wondered if you wouldn’t mind trying one of the Active Fit plus nappies they put in the welcome kit for us. It’s really designed for use more as a daytime nappy, so it’s supposed to be a bit trimmer and more comfortable. Plus no one will be able to tell you have it on under your skirt.
I know you don’t normally need a daytime nappy, but we are doing more travelling about today and it would also mean you get to start using the iPad straight away.” She announced, with a not an insignificant amount of positive encouragement.
Well clearly this answered my question as to why it was there, but it also left me with quite a quandary. Whilst on one hand I was desperate to get my hands on the shiny new tablet, I wasn’t prepared for the price of that to be me needing to wear a daytime nappy.
“You mean just try it on now or do I have to wear it for the rest of the day?” I questioned.
“Well the longer you wear it for the better feedback we will be able to give. Like I said you don’t have to, but if you decide to give it a try I will be super proud about how mature you are being about all this.” She answered, punctuating her sentence with a broad and warm smile.
“What if I need to use the toilet? If I do wear it today, that means I get to use the iPad today.. right?” I tested.
“If you need to use the bathroom and can hold it until one is available then of course you can use the toilet. And yes if we get you dressed quickly and let me take a couple of pics with the iPad then we will probably have about 10-15 minutes before we need to head down to see if our car has arrived to pick us up. So you can have a go at the iPad then if you like?” She answered.
I thought about it for a moment and balanced the pros and cons in my mind. I had no desire what so ever to trade my normal underwear for Pampers, but the thought of my mum being proud of me always made me feel warm inside and the draw of the iPad was also difficult to resist.
I watched as my mum picked up the nappy in one hand, my underwear with the other, before she held them both aloft and said:
“I am going to need a decision sweetie.”
I was still slightly undecided and stood there for another short moment whilst I bit my finger nails and looked at the choices in mums hand. I figured mum would start to lose patience fairly quickly if my indecision continued for much later and I figured I needed to just make a choice. So I slowly pointed towards the nappy in my mums right hand.
“Aww that’s great sweetie, really proud of you. Hop onto the bed and let’s get this done quickly and then you can have a go of the iPad” She commented, clearly pleased with the decision I made and thankfully equally keen to make sure I got my reward.
I took the towel off and dropped it on the floor by my mums feet.
“Hey.... put it in the bathroom please” mum instructed in a playful but mildly scolding tone.
I bent down to pick up the towel and then quickly headed towards the bathroom. As I did so mum gave my bum what seemed to be a playful slap. When I came back Mum was stood at the bottom of the bed, the nappy in her hand was now fully unfolded and ready. It was too late to back out now so I just jumped onto the bed and laid on my back in front of her.
Keen to get this part over with I rocked myself back and lifted my legs together into the air. In what had become a well practiced process I felt my mum ease my legs up and back further and then felt her quickly slide the nappy under me. Once she was content it was in roughly the right position she let my legs drop down and I allowed them to open as they made contact with the bed again.
I just stared at the ceiling for the rest of it. I felt mum pull the nappy up between my legs and then stretched the front wings out and across my tummy. The tapes were opened noisily and attached and the process was nearly complete. Mum checked the leg elastics and leak guards were all where they should be and then grabbed my hands and helped me to my feet.
“Can I have the iPad now please” I asked impatiently.
“Not just yet sweetie. I said I need to take some pictures first.” Mum replied as she grabbed the tablet and used it to take pictures from various angles, which required me to spin around so she could get pics of the back too.
“How does it feel Sweetie? Is it comfortable? How does it compare to the night dry? It looks like the padding is a lot thinner.” She asked, as she hit me with multiple questions.
“I don’t know, it feels ok I guess” Came my mildly grumpy reply, as the need to answer questions only delayed my access to my prize.
“Could you give me a bit more detail please so I can add it to the feedback form? How does it feel different to the night dry? Why don’t you try and walk around the room a bit and then sit down at the breakfast table. That might help.” She asked.
I did as she instructed and did a lap of the room before I sat down at the breakfast table where my mum joined me.
“Ermmmm..... I guess it does feel thinner. It doesn’t feel as thick.” I commented, which I hoped would have been enough to satisfy mums need for feedback.
“Would you say it’s more comfortable or less comfortable than the night dry?” She proved further.
“Ermmmm..... I don’t know really. It probably feels a bit better as it’s thinner, but it feels a bit looser.” I replied.
“It doesn’t feel as snug and secure you mean?” Mum continued.
That sounded like a fairly good way to describe it so I nodded.
“Ok great. Thank you sweetie.” Mum announced, seemingly satisfied that sufficient feedback had been provided.
Mum finally handed me the iPad and I got my long awaited wish. Once it was in my hands I found that she had left the Pampers app open and what looked like the kids section. I wasn’t interested in that in the slightest so I just pressed the home button and started to explore.
There were almost no apps loaded so I opened the App Store and started to search for games and other stuff to download. I loved it, it was soooooo cool.
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“Come on Sweetie, we need to get going. You need to get dressed.” Mum suddenly announced after what felt like only about 10 minutes.
“Just a couple more minutes please.” I pleaded. Having been oblivious to but hit particular bothered by the fact that I was still sat there at the breakfast table in just a nappy. I was just happy to get to start playing with he iPad.
“Now please. Unless you want to go dressed like that.” Came her uncompromising reply.
Annoyed that my fun had been stopped not long after it had started, I put the iPad down and went back over to the bed where my clothes still were laid out. I put the skirt on first and then grabbed the t-shirt and put it over my head. As I did so I felt my mum behind me tug at the waist of my skirt.
“Let’s just pull your skirt up a tiny bit so you don’t have any nappy sticking out.” She added as she adjusted the waist of my skirt a little higher on my hips. “That’s better. Right shoes on we need to get going.”
Mum stood by the door as she waited for me to finish getting my shoes on. Her new big hand bag was draped over her shoulder, as I noticed she had an impatient and somewhat stressed look on her face.
“Ok lets go Sweetie, I don’t want to be late.”
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: May 17, 2019 at 12:22 AM
Content: Next part of the story.
Thank you so much to those who took the time to comment. This update is for you. I hope you like it.
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Once we were all set to leave I retrieved the iPad from the breakfast table and held onto tightly. I was determined to keep hold of it as much as possible. I thought mum might take it off me at that point for safe keeping, but surprisingly she didn’t which made me feel good. Like she trusted me with it.
When we got down into the reception area of the hotel, what looked like the same driver who picked us up from the airport was stood there already waiting for us. Mum must have noticed him too and recognised him, so we headed over to speak to him.
After a short conversation it was clear that he had two more passengers to take, which I figured must be Emma and her mum. Fortunately we didn’t have too long to wait as I saw them appear out of the lifts and having spotted us, they made their way over.
Emma’s mum looked pretty smartly dressed. I wouldn’t go as far as to say she looked like she was going to work, but she certainly looked professional. Mum by contrast looked more casually dressed. She wasn’t scruffy or anything, but she wasn’t dressed quite as smartly as Emma’s mum.
Emma was dressed in some pink leggings and a cute t-shirt. The t-shirt had a picture of a fluffy little unicorn on the front and I must admit it was absolutely adorable. I also noticed Emma had a stuffed toy with her. It was a little brown dog and by the looks of it has been pretty well used. It’s fur was a little rough in places and it was quite floppy, which I suspect had developed after years of being cuddled by Emma at bedtime. I still have teddies on my bed at home, but i decided not to bring any with me as even though a little part of me really wanted to, I thought it would have been seen as a childish thing to do. When I saw Emma’s little dog it did make me wish I had brought one of my own. Not to bring with me today, but maybe to keep me company in bed.
Once we were all assembled we headed out to the car and again I noticed that it was the same minivan that picked us up from the airport, which probably meant I was again expected to sit in the back with Emma.
“Please.... children seats in the back”. The driver instructed again, in a heavy German accent.
As soon as the door was opened and the seats pulled forward Emma jumped straight in. I thought about making a complaint about the need to sit on a child seat again, but decided it was largely pointless particularly as it didn’t get me anywhere last time. I decided I would try and speak to mum afterwards to see if she could speak the driver about letting me sit on the normal seat, without the booster. So just for this time I followed Emma’s lead and clambered into the back.
One thing I did notice when Emma climbed up was that her t-shirt rode up quite a lot and the unmistakable waistband of a nappy protruded by a good few centimetres. I could also see the outline of the padding under her leggings as she bent forwards to climb in and up onto the seat. It wasn’t massively obvious, but her leggings didn’t really help hide anything and even though the nappy didn’t seem especially thick, it was pretty clear that it wasn’t underwear that she had on under them. After the day before it wasn’t a complete surprise to see, based on what I had learned about Emma in the short time. Plus in a strange way it made me feel somewhat relieved to not be the only one wearing a nappy for the first part of today’s trip.
It did however make me immediately feel more self conscious about my own clothing, even though mum had adjusted my skirt before we left I couldn’t help but pull my top down at the back before I got in the minivan and sat on the seat next to Emma, in the back.
Once we were underway I looked out of the window for a while but quickly got bored of the pretty but repetitive scenery. The mums made small talk for the first part of the journey, mainly about how wonderful the hotel was and the rooms, etc. They did seem to find it really easy to talk to each other. A lot easier than I had found it to talk to Emma. Every time I looked over she was just preoccupied with her iPad.
Julia, Emma’s mum, asked if we had explored the hotel at all and the grounds. It sounded like Julia had already had a look at all the facilities which really sounded pretty impressive to be honest. The one that stood out and was most exiting to me though was the swimming pool. She described it as having a number of slides as well as a jacuzzi. I had never been in a jacuzzi, but it sounded nice and the slides sounded really cool.
Before long though and perhaps not surprisingly the discussion between the mums moved onto the welcome packs. From what Julia described it sounded like there was a similar package waiting for them in Emma’s room.
“Yes I agree it was so kind of them to leave such a lovely hamper of goodies. Plus the pyjamas came in super handy as we managed to completely forget to pack any for Amy.” Mum decided to share, as they continued to chat.
“Oh I am sure she looked adorable in them, they seemed really cute. Maybe I will see if Emma wants to wear them too tonight. How did the booster work out for you?” Julia queried, clearly with a similar talent to my mum for being blissfully ignorant of the fact that I was sat right there behind them listening!
“Oh it worked out great. I often see those claims on packs that promise 12 hours of dryness and I have always been totally sceptical that any nappy could get anywhere near that. Plus Amy can be a really heavy wetter so there is no way I would expect her nappy to last her 12 hours. But when I changed her this morning l honestly think if she had slept another 5 or 6 hours it would still have kept her dry. So yes I was really impressed. Thank you do much for letting us try them” Mum announced.
I don’t know why she used the phrase “when she changed me”, it made it all sound very babyish, which I didn’t like. Clearly it didn’t happen like that, as I went for a shower after I got up. And plus it’s not like I actually need to wear one for the trip, I was helping mum, which she decided not to mention. God Mum could be so annoying sometimes, I thought.
“That’s great, glad it worked out for you. I normally only use them for night time. I think it’s a little bit too bulky for use as a daytime nappy, unless we are going to be away from toilets for extended periods or travelling.
I am actually really keen to try these new active fit that they put in our test pack. They seem quite a bit thinner than the night dry, so probably more comfortable and don’t show up as much under clothes. I put one on Emma this morning” Julia commented.
“Yes I know what you mean, we are giving those a try too. I am just a little bit worried that they may be so thin that they may end up leaking.” Mum explained to my astonishment. When she said no one would be able to tell I had it on under my clothes I didn’t think that would mean she would announce it to the world.
“Oh that’s great. I thought perhaps Amy only really needed nappies at night.” Julia replied, slightly puzzled.
“Yes mostly that’s right, but a bit like you said, if we are travelling then its better to be safe than sorry.
She has actually been really mature about helping with the test team programme, since we started. I have really have been so proud of her.” Mum responded.
Whilst I couldn’t see her face I sensed from the tone in her voice that she mostly like had a broad smile, as she said that. I also let out an involuntary smoke, as despite my displeasure at her choice to share some of these details, how proud she was of me meant I couldn’t help but feel warm inside,
“Well you are right to be proud, like you say she is being really mature and as Allison has said to us before, what we are doing will help so many families now and in the future.” Julia added.
I must admit I hadn’t really thought about what we had being doing as being a big help for other families. I wasn’t really sure exactly how it would be, but even so it sort of made me feel good to think it was helping people in some way.
Fortunately after that the conversation changed topic and I lost interest. So I decided to take the opportunity to play with the new and shiny tablet, which I still held tightly in my hand.
What I immediately noticed when I tried to open the internet browser safari was that I didn’t have an internet connection and so I couldn’t load any webpages, much to my annoyance. It then dawned on me that it will only work properly when connected to WiFi which was I obviously didn’t have in the car. Even more annoying was that there were very few apps that worked without WiFi. I tried them all and in the end I found nothing of any interest that would work offline. The only one I hadn’t tried was the Pampers app. I didn’t have any particular desire to look in there, but as nothing else worked and I had gotten bored, I figured I might as well see if this one would work.
The app opened up and I was initially faced with two boxes, one said for parents and one said for kids. So I naturally selected the kids section and a further page opened up. There was a menu down the left hand side that detailed all the
different sections that you could go into. Which were:
Bedtime stories
Games
Colouring fun
Sam and Chloe go to bed
I couldn’t help but think it all looked sort of babyish, but I guess it was really designed for younger kids. I didn’t much fancy the bedtime stories so I went into the games section first and was initially pleasantly surprised that there seems to be quite a few games to try. The one that stood out and I thought I might like the most was a game that sort of looked like candy crush, so I opened that one first.
It was a pretty good game actually. The basic game principle was the same as candy crush, in that you had to move things horizontally and vertically until you get 3 in a row and when you did they disappeared, allowing more to fall down from the top. But in this version the candy’s weren’t different coloured candy’s. In this game they had been replaced with different types of baby paraphernalia. So there were bottles, dummy’s, teddy’s, rubber ducks and perhaps not surprisingly there were also nappies to match.
I played the game for quite a while and must admit I got a little addicted as I completed a number of levels, which got increasingly more difficult. I didn’t know how long I played it but it must have been a while. I started to get a little bored and fancied a change, so I decided to try some of the puzzle games. This proved to be a bad idea as they were really easy, so I quickly got bored of those too.
“Mum I am thirsty can I have a drink please.” I somewhat blurted out, as I noticed how thirsty I had become.
“Amy you know it’s rude to interrupt. I am sorry Julia.” Mum replied a little angrily.
“I am sorry I didn’t pack a drink. I am sure there will be something to drink when we get there.” Mum added.
“I think I have some fruit shoots in my changing bag, she is more than welcome to have one of those.” Julia interjected.
I hadn’t had a fruit shoot for such a long time but they always used to be my favourite when I was younger. Mum looked round at me and read the expression on my face without me needing to speak.
“That’s so kind. What do you say Amy?” Mum turned to look at me when she said that, with the clear intention to ensure I used good manners in response to the kind gesture.
“Thank you” I said as politely as Julia handed both Emma and I one of the purple bottled drinks.
Emma grabbed the bottle from her mum without uttering a word. In fact she hadn’t said a thing since we got in the car. She just remained transfixed by what she was watching on her iPad. I watched for a moment as she slowly drank, all the while her focus never left the screen.
My thirst remained unquenched so I quickly started to drain the bottle of its contents and felt content as the familiar apple and blackcurrant flavour filled my mouth.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jun 1, 2019 at 1:06 AM
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After what seemed longer than I expected we finally pulled into the car park of what I assumed was our destination. It was a modern looking building, mostly grey metal and glass, set on some kind of business park with tree lined streets.
We were driven up to what looked like the reception area and we all got out of the car. Julia strode confidentially off at the front and my mum seemed content to just follow for the time being. Once we got inside we had to sign in at the reception desk and then wait for someone to come and collect us.
“Do you now what we are going to do here today?” I asked my mum, slightly nervously. Until this point I hadn’t really thought about what exactly was going to happen when we got here. I sort of got carried away by all the excitement of flying overseas and hadn’t given it much further thought until now.
“Well I expect there will be some kind of presentation we will watch and maybe a tour of the facility and then I imagine they will tell us about their new product developments.” She replied. She sounded quite confident, but I wasn’t sure if she had just guessed or had some prior knowledge of the plan for the day.
“Can I play on the iPad while the presentation thing is going on.” I asked eagerly.
“No of course not. That would be rude. Please try and listen to what Allison and her colleagues have to say. They have paid a lot of money for us to come here today.” Mum replied with more than a hint of frustration at my question.
After a short while a lady approached and welcomed us. She introduced herself as Allison and immediately both mums seemed to compete for her attention, in my view completely overdoing the pleasantries. They both expressed how grateful they were for the opportunity and the hospitality shown so far.
We were taken though the reception area and down a corridor. It wasn’t far but the size of the building already became apparent. We eventually made our way into a large room which seemed to be some kind of meeting or conferenced room I guessed. There were tables and chairs arranged in a long u shape and at the open end there was a large screen on the wall.
At the back of the room there were some more tables. On those tables some refreshments were laid out. There were what looked to be tea and coffee making facilities as well as a basket of biscuits which I was quite excited about. There also seemed to be a mix of bottles of what some kind of juice and water, with some glasses.
“Please help yourself to some refreshments, before we begin”. Allison offered kindly.
The mums and Allison made themselves some hot drinks and I decided to go for what I believed to be apple juice. Mum helpled me open the bottle and poured some into a glass. It was a little strange as the apple juice seemed to be fizzy, which I had never seen before. The label was written in German so I couldn’t tell what it said, but it said Apfelsaftschorle. There was no way I was going to even attempt to pronounce that.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it due to it being fizzy, but mum had already poured me a large glass of it so I figured I had to give it a go. At first it did seem weird, there was the familiar taste of apple juice but perhaps not quite as strong as I was used to and then came the fizz. I actually quite liked it which took me a little by surprise.
Once we all had our refreshments Allison sat down at the front of the room with a laptop computer in front of her and began. First there was a video which went through Pampers whole history in the disposable nappy market from right at the start to all the way to the modern day. I guess the one thing that stood out was how different the nappies looked today, from the ones at the start. I didn’t know that Pampers were pretty much there at the start and have been going this long.
Then there was another video which showed how they develop new products and it described the fact that it took several years to develop a completely new product and bring it to market, but that the new facility we were in had been developed to help speed up the whole process and allow a “true product development environment” which allowed much quicker prototyping and testing.
I must admit I did start to get quite bored as the video went into quite a lot of detail. Whilst it was sort of interesting to see some of the machines in the factory and how they made them, overall I was not really very intersected to watch and my attention waned. So instead I found myself repeatedly nibbling on biscuits, as I continued to sip the new apple drink sensation.
The video went on to explain something about current product development focus areas which from a nappy point of view seemed to be in 4 main areas. Continued development of the core babydry nappy and nappy pant range, but also the expansion into what I had more recently become aware of which were the products aimed at older children. These seemed to be split into three further development streams; Active, Night and Special Care. The video didn’t elaborate any more on that, before it went to describe what it called the development of a broader range of childcare products.
I had really started to lose interest by this stage as had Emma who had become very restless, something that Julia had become increasingly frustrated by.
Eventually the video came to an end which I was pleased about. I suspected Julia was also somewhat pleased as Emma had stared to become quite a distraction. I tried to be good, as I saw how annoyed Julia had become and didn’t want to show mum up. So i concentrated on finishing my bottle of apple juice and the biscuits, which were also very addictive.
Next on the agenda there was to be a tour of the facility which initially sounded quite interesting. On the first part of the tour we visited what appeared to be a large nursery. There were lots of things for young children’s and babies to play with, from colouring tables to soft play areas.
When we entered the nursery area we were met by another lady who introduced herself as the facilities Principal Childcare Scientist, before she commenced what sounded like a well rehearsed speech.
“Disposable nappies or diapers have changed beyond measure since their beginnings in the late 1940s. Their chief purpose, however, remains the same: to minimise leaks and keep skin dry and healthy and babies comfortable.
To help achieve this, babies and toddlers are regularly invited to the child-friendly research suite at Schwalbach. The shape, fit and movement of their nappies are observed as they play. Detailed measurements are made in a large 3D scanner, consisting of 20 synchronised cameras arranged around a platform.
Researchers also give packets of nappies to 1,200 families a week. These may be experimental designs or existing products. Parents are asked to keep a diary of how each performs, detailing such things as leaks, shape changes and dryness and condition of the skin.
In this part of the facility we invite up to 60 mothers and fathers with their children into the facility in the morning. All the children are asked to be kept in their overnight nappies which gives us the opportunity to run tests. We have specialised lab equipment where dermatologists measure skin pH and loss of water from the skin as part of their efforts to minimise skin irritation.
This feedback is combined with the properties of materials in nappies, such as elasticity and absorbency, to create computer models of new designs. These are used to calculate the chances of a leak or excessive sagging, for example. We can assess 20 virtual nappy prototypes and eliminate all but two or three. We then test those fully, rather than testing all 20. The feedback from all our test families is absolutely crucial in our ability to continue to improve the products we provide.”
She went onto talk about recent developments to the baby dry range such as the three channels and other stuff about permeable layers or something like that, but most of it went over my head and I again got a little bored. Whilst the scientist had been doing her speech I noticed Emma had found herself some paper, some colouring pens and was sat happily drawing at one of the tables. I tried to show my maturity by staying at my mothers side, but I secretly wished I could join her.
Emma was forced to rejoin us as we continued the tour. All the talk of wetness and moisture had made me become increasingly aware of a growing pressure in my bladder. It was nothing desperate, but enough to play on my mind and recognise the need to find a toilet at some point in the not too distant future. I assumed there would be an appropriate break at some point.
We were taken through various lab facilities including the one described earlier with the cameras, which I thought looked particularly expensive. But most of the labs just looked very similar to each other. They had different types of equipment in them but I couldn’t really tell what they were for and I didn’t understand some of the words used to describe their purpose.
Emma who had been most upset to be taken away from her drawing had clearly not been enjoying the tour and was doing her best to let Julia know it.
“Would Emma prefer to sit out the rest of the tour do you think? She is welcome to go back to the play room and I will arrange for one of the team to look after her?” Allison interjected a little unexpectedly.
“Would you like that Emma?” Julia asked, clearly somewhat embarrassed. The look on Emma’s face said it all, so we headed back the way we came.
We had to wait in the room for a while, until Allison could arrange for someone to come and supervise Emma.
“Why don’t you stay and keep Emma company. I am sure you are getting a little bored too”. My mum suggested.
I wasn’t ready for that proposal and as a result hadn’t thought about what my answer would be. I looked around the room and it was clear that there was little for me to do as the room was designed to cater for young children. It was true that I had gotten bored, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to sit in the toddler playroom for ages either.
“How long will you be? Can I play on the iPad?” I asked my mum, as quietly as I could.
“Erm I am not sure how long and yes I guess so.” Mum replied. The offer of the use of the iPad was enough of an incentive for me to stay and I hoped that Allison would agree to that and save me from being dragged around more boring laboratories.
After what was probably 5-10 minutes Allison returned with another member of staff, a young pretty lady, who I guessed was probably in her early 20’s. I wasn’t sure what it was about her, but she seems to have an exceptionally kind looking face and smile.
“Excuse me Allison, do you know long are we likely to be. I was wondering if Amy could stay and keep Emma company” Mum enquired.
“Well the rest of the tour should take about 20-30 minutes and then we wanted to go through some of the product developments in a little more detail. That should take us up to lunchtime. So yes of course Amy and Emma are more than welcome to stay here until then.” Allison offered.
“That sounds great, I am sure Emma would love to stay here and play for a while, although I left my changing bag in the conference room and I am sure she will need a nappy change before lunch.” Julia added.
“Please don’t worry. Sabine is a fully certified paediatric nurse and will make sure they are looked after and kept comfortable. Plus she is an expert in making sure kids have a good time so they’re in really good hands”. Allison replied reassuringly.
“Ok wonderful.” Julia beamed.
“Make sure you are a good girl Amy and do as Sabine says.” Mum interjected before they headed off and left me with Sabine and Emma.
Emma immediately sat back down at the same table as before and even managed to find her part finished picture. I decided to look around and find a place to sit so I could play on the tablet that I had been holding tightly since we arrived.
“Could I get you anything to eat or drink” Sabine asked in surprisingly good English. I wasn’t sure what she meant and what there was to eat. I would have liked more biscuits, but thought that might have been rude to ask.
“Erm just some apple juice please.” I answered as politely as possible.
“Of course. Emma anything for you?” Sabine further enquired. But Emma did not respond. Sabine knelt down next to where Emma was sat and asked again, but again Emma didn’t reply.
I watched with interest as to what would happen next. I couldn’t tell if Emma was just being a bit shy, or was being deliberately rude.
Sabine put her hand softly on her back and slowly moved it round to her side and tickled her gently. Emma immediately started to giggle and turned to look at Sabine with a shy smile. Sabine asked her again and this time Emma answered and asked for some milk.
“Great choice. Milk is my favourite.” Sabine added with a broad smile before she got up and headed towards a fridge that I hadn’t noticed before.
I spotted a large chair shaped bean bag over in the corner and decided I would sit there as opposed to at one of the tiny desks. It was over in the soft play area, but I decided it was still the best option to sit comfortably and concentrate on and explore the iPad further. So whilst Sabine was busy getting drinks I went and tried to get comfortable.
I reached the bean bag chair and sat down. My bum sank into the seat and it made my legs come up off the floor. Whilst it probably wasn’t the most elegant of seating positions it was super comfy.
Sabine saw where I was sat, came over and gave me a pink plastic beaker filled with what I assumed was apple juice. Once I tasted it I noticed it was the same fizzy apple that I had in the other part of the building. Which was something I was actually quite happy about as I had stated to get a taste for it. There was one problem however, the chair I had chosen had no obvious place to put the cup down. I tried to balance it on the arm of the chair, but as soon as I moved at all I risked spilling it. In the end I decided to just drink what was there and then if it did fall over I wouldn’t need to worry so much.
My attention quickly turned to my iPad and when I opened it I noticed that somehow the internet was working on it. I wasn’t sure how as I hadn’t connected it to anything, but it seemed to have a WiFi connection. Either way I wasn’t going to complain as that meant I could do so much more things with it, which was a huge bonus. First I decided to open safari and tried to think what to search for first. All of the sudden I had the whole of the internet to explore and I couldn’t think of what to search for first. So instead I decided to go onto YouTube and watch some videos.
I am not sure how long I watched for as I lost track of time. I was happy. Comfortable in my big soft chair and loving the freedom to watch as many YouTube videos as I wanted. The only thing that did cause me some discomfort was the pressure in my bladder. It had continued to build and the amount of apple juice I had consumed since I arrived at the facility had started to compound the situation.
I looked around for signs of a toilet, but there was nothing obvious. Sabine was sat next to Emma and they were happily colouring together. I pondered what to do. Ideally I would just wait for my mum to get back and then ask her to take me to the toilet. But I didn’t actually know how much longer that might be. Another option was for me to ask Sabine, but she didn’t know I was wearing a nappy and what if I couldn’t get the tapes off myself in the toilet. I didn’t like the idea of having to come out and ask her for help. I would just have to wait for mum to return was the conclusion I reached.
I tried instead to concentrate on watching another video, but the pressure had become difficult to ignore and I found myself opening and a closing my legs almost involuntarily to try and help hold on. This action caused the bean bag material to rustle slightly, but I didn’t care as it did seem to help ease the pressure on my bladder.
“Hi Amy. Can I get you anything? Another drink?” I was startled as I hadn’t seen Sabine initially approach until she was right in front of me.
“No I am ok thank you.” I answered.
“Ok well you let me know if there is anything you need ok? I don’t bite!” She said with a smile.
I didn’t verbally reply but I nodded politely. I wondered if my fidgeting had brought her attention to me, so I did my best to stop. I sat there as still as possible and watched videos for another 5-10 minutes. I tried to ignore the feeling in my bladder, but it had started to become impossible.
“That’s a wonderful picture Emma, you are so good at this. What would you like to do next. How about some painting?” Sabine clearly was experienced at dealing with children. I had started to form an opinion that Emma didn’t open up to too many people very easily. But she seemed to respond well to Sabine.
Emma was clearly excited by the idea of getting to paint, stood up eagerly and took Sabine’s hand.
“Before we get you a painting gown to make sure we don’t get any paint on your pretty clothes, I think we need to go and check if your nappy needs to be changed. We promised your mummy I would make sure you are dry and comfortable, so we can’t have any wet bottoms when she comes to pick you up can we. It won’t take a minute and then we get get started on the painting. Do you have a favourite colour?”
I watched the exchange and how Emma reacted to Sabine and was a little surprised to see how comfortable Emma had quickly become with her new temporary guardian. She hadn’t really said a word to me yet she seemed more than happy to interact with Sabine and let her be taken to be changed.
Sabine and Emma headed through a yellow door at the end of the room. The door was opaque so I couldn’t see what was on the other side. I assumed it was a baby changing area, but it could be where the toilets were too. My bladder had started to ache from my efforts to restrict its desire to empty. I knew my time was running out and I needed to act sooner or later. I figured my best bet was to try and find the toilet and with Sabine out of the room this was probably my best opportunity to see if I could figure out where it was before she came back. If I could find out where they were I could just tell her I was going and minimise the level of discussion needed. I would have to worry about the tape situation when I got there. Hopefully the Active fit would prove easier to remove than the night ones, I thought optimistically.
I tried to get up, but quickly realised that over time my bum had sunk deeper into the bean bag chair and now was distinctly lower than my legs. I tried to grab the front of the squishy chair arms and pull myself up but it was really hard. The exertion had only served to heighten the pressure in my bladder to further complicate things. I knew I only had a limited window of opportunity so I doubled my efforts, rocked backwards before I thrust my body forwards.
It took a lot of effort, but I felt my momentum start to win its battle against gravity. There was a moment where I reached sort of a tipping point and I felt I might go either way. I could just about make it all the way up, or I could end up falling back down into the seat. Determined to not fail when I was so close, I clenched my stomach muscles, tightened my grip on the arms and pulled. The result was a success and I felt my body continue its upward trajectory. But there was a significant cost to pay for the extra exertion needed.
The concentration of effort and clenching of muscles meant that my attempts to hold back my bladder were overcome. I felt a burst of pee explode out of me and I immediately tried to clamp my bladder shut. I temporarily managed to slow the flow to a trickle for a few second or two, but this didn’t last. Even though I clenched my bladder muscles with as much strength as I could muster, it was simply not enough to hold back the tide and a strong and steady flow of pee began to pour out of my body and into my nappy.
I felt the warmth spread between my legs and then quickly towards my bottom. I was simply helpless to do anything about it and stood motionless as my bladder continued to empty its contents. I began to get alarmed at how long I continued to pee, it just kept coming and coming. I also began to worry that I would soon overcome the capacity of the thin, new additive fit nappy, which felt increasingly heavy by the second. I could feel the padding swell and little by little it slowly started to sag between my legs. After what seemed like an absolute age eventually the flow started to subside and finally stop.
I remained stood like a statue for a moment longer, as what had just happened started to sink in. My mind started to race as I tried to think of what on earth I was going to do next. I still needed to find a toilet was all I could think to do and I started to search all the doors that exited the room for any sign that may indicate it was the right way. There were a 3 different ways out of the room. The one which Sabine had taken and two others. Only one of the doors had anything written on it so I moved closer to see what it said.
As I walked across the room the heavy sodden material that hung between my legs was even more apparent. I really didn’t like the feeling at all and was sure that it felt worse than even the morning after a super long sleep. As I approached the door I got a better view of what it said. ‘Nur für Personal’, which meant absolutely nothing to me. It wracked my brain for a moment and thought maybe ‘personal’ could be a clue. Toilets were personal and private areas so it was possible that it meant the same as toilet but I really wasn’t sure. Maybe it meant private for a different reason so in the end I didn’t dare go through it.
All of a sudden I heard a noise behind the door which Emma had been led through and some muffled voices. The noise sounded like water gushing out of a tap into a sink. They must be coming back I decided and my mind started to spin with what to do. In the end I figured I needed to buy myself some more time to think, so I rushed back over to the bean bag chair, where my iPad still lie and quickly sat back down.
As soon as my bottom hit the seat I felt the saturated padding squash against my skin. I could feel the wetness start to spread further up my bottom as the pressure of my weight compressed the nappy against my body. I felt sure I was going to leak, but there was nothing I could do. I tried my best to lift my bottom slightly to relieve some of the pressure and eventually the warmth stopped spreading. It was at this long that Emma and Sabine suddenly burst back into the room. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself so settled back down into the chair and quickly grabbed the iPad in order to pretend that I hadn’t moved a muscle since they had been out of the room.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jun 2, 2019 at 11:05 AM
Content: thank you for the comments so far. Please keep them coming. Please tell me if there were any parts that you particularly liked.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jun 4, 2019 at 10:13 PM
Content: Ok here is the next instalment. As always if you want to read more then I need lots of replies and comments
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I kept my head down, so it appeared that I was focussed on the iPad, but at the same time I tried to keep an eye on Sabine to see what she was doing. I watched as she first got Emma to put on a painting gown, which would keep her clothes protected from the paint. She then got her some paper, a collection of brushes and sponges, a cup of water and finally a set of paints. I couldn’t really see Emma’s face, but from her body language she seemed excited. As soon as Sabine had put the brushes down Emma hurriedly picked one and was extremely keen to start.
Once Emma was all set up and had commenced her painting, I saw that Sabine had started to make her way over towards where I was sat. I immediately felt my heartbeat start to increase, as I still hadn’t figured out what to do about my current situation. Sabine knelt right in front of me and waited patiently for me to look up from my iPad.
“Hello Amy. Are you ok?” She asked cheerfully.
“Yes fine thank you.” I replied politely.
“Great. Well I promised your mummy that I would make sure you are happy and comfortable so I think we should go and get you changed too.” Sabine suddenly announced.
What did she mean get me changed? I wondered if she meant get me changed into a painting gown like Emma. Or maybe she actually meant get my nappy changed. If it was the latter, how did she know? I was puzzled and I felt my cheeks start to flush quickly, whilst my mind raced as I tried to think what to say in reply.
“I am fine thank you”. Was all I could think to reply, in the hope that it would deter her from whatever she had in mind.
“Amy it’s absolutely ok. There is no need to be embarrassed at all, I can see that you are wet and so it’s best that we get you all nice and dry. You will feel much better afterwards.” Sabine continued, clearly undeterred.
I was again puzzled as to how she knew, so I looked down at myself to see if there were any telltale signs. What I saw shocked me and I was annoyed at myself. I quickly realised that not only were my legs a little bit apart, but my skirt had ridden up, most likely as a result of how I had slumped back into the seat. On top of that with my bum having sunk so low into the bean bag chair, the way my legs were raised Sabine must have had a pretty clear view of my sodden nappy between my legs.
Despite what she in attempt to make me feel at ease, there was hiding the fact that I was embarrassed and even though I didn’t like the feeling of being wet, I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with letting Sabine change me.
“When will my mum be back?” I asked, in the hope that it was likely to be very soon and maybe we could wait until she was back.
“Probably not for a while yet. Maybe half and hour or 45 minutes. Can we get you changed pleased. It will be really quick I promise and then you can carry on playing.” Sabine encouraged, before she held out her hands towards me, in an offer to help me up.
I was still quite unsure, but as I looked into her eyes, there was again something about Sabine that made me feel a more at ease. There was a real kindness to her and even though we had only just met, I did feel a real level of trust. It was hard to explain.
It took me a moment to decide, but eventually I put the iPad down and offered my hands up which Sabine quickly grabbed. This time, with Sabine’s help, it was much easier to get up and once I was upright I pulled the hem of my skirt down to where it should have been.
“Oops. Looks like we have got a little wet on the chair. But it’s really ok, I promise, this is why we test. “ Sabine remarked.
I looked back at the chair and sure enough there was a dark blue patch, right where I had been sat, which contrasted against the rest of the light blue chair material. My face flushed again, for the second time in as many minutes. But at least Sabine didn’t seem at all angry about it.
“Your skirt is a little wet too, but it’s no problem. Don’t worry. This happens sometimes when we test products so we have plenty of clothes for you to change into while we wash your skirt.” Sabine added as I felt her check the back of my skirt for dampness.
I started to feel a little emotional and thought I might cry.
“I absolutely love this skirt. Do you know where you got it from, I would love to try and get one too.” Sabine announced cheerfully. The question caught me by surprise and briefly broke my out of my increasingly emotional state of mind.
I really liked the fact that she said liked my skirt. Sabine was so pretty, it was nice to think that she thought my clothes were cool. I wracked my brain and tried to think were we got it from, but I couldn’t remember.
“I can’t remember sorry” I replied as Sabine took my hand and gently ushered me towards the door where she had taken Emma.
“I love that top too. Harry Potter is one of my favourites. I have seen all of them. Which is your favourite film?” She asked further.
It took me a moment to think as I always struggled to pick as there were a few that were my favourites.
“Deathly Hallows part 2 I think” came my reply.
“That’s a really good one. I like that one too, but I also like the Goblet of Fire.” Added Sabine enthusiastically.
I had no idea Sabine was such a big Harry Potter fan. It was cool we had something in common. I wanted to carry on the conversation with her about it, but we were interrupted by the fact that we were now already at the door. Sabine pressed a green button that was reasonably high up on the wall next to the door, there was a click after which she pushed the door open and led me inside. I hadn’t noticed these buttons before and wondered if they were on all the doors in the playroom.
Once inside I looked around and took everything in. The room was bigger than I expected and brightly lit. On the far wall there were two large grey bins. Next to the bins there was a large desk. I couldn’t really tell what was on the desk but there appeared to be a variety for things, including writing pads, pens and various small pieces of equipment.
Above the desk and hung on the wall was a large television screen. On the tv screen there looked like what appeared to be a live video feed of the main playroom. The picture on the screen was split into two halves which showed the room from two different angles. I could see Emma sat at her table, as she continued to paint happily. I could also see the blue bean bag chair where I had been sat a moment earlier and it suddenly dawned on me that Sabine may have been watching me, while she was in here changing Emma. I guessed that the tv was there so the people looking after the kids can keep an eye on things while they are briefly out of the room.
On each of the walls on my left and my right there were what I guess you would call some kind of changing station. There were two on the left hand wall next to each other and one on the right hand wall. The two on the left were smaller and seemed to be designed to accommodate smaller children and babies. These changing stations all comprised a set of steps on the right side which came forward into the room. The steps led up to a thick blue changing mat on the top. Around the edge of the mat there were raised sides to stop kids rolling off and a storage cabinet underneath. Above and spanning both stations there was a large wall mounted unit that had square chubby holes. From what I could see each cubby hole was filled with nappies of various types and sizes. There was a little label under each which i figured must have indicated which size it was.
The set up on the right hand side of the room was similar, only this time there was just one changing station. The design was broadly the same, but it was much bigger and was clearly intended to be used for bigger children. There was the same wall mounted unit, but the cubby holes were larger and there weren’t quite as many. The nappies were also noticeably bigger and there appeared again to be a range of types and sizes. To the left of the changing station there was a large set of drawers, but it wasn’t obvious to me as to what was in them.
“Please can you take off your skirt and your shoes, I will get the skirt washed. You should be able to get it back a little later today. I will find some trousers for you to wear until then. They are nice trousers, but not as nice or as cool as your skirt.” Sabine commented light heartedly. I wasn’t quite sure how to take her comment, on one hand she again was complimentary about my skirt which I liked, but she did so by emphasising that the trousers wouldn’t be as nice.
I figured I didn’t have much to gain by not cooperating at that point, so I kicked off my shoes and started to take off my skirt. As I did so I noticed Sabine head over to the larger changing unit and opened the cabinet underneath. There were all sorts of changing supplies in there, but she just removed a pack of wipes and a set of disposable gloves. She opened the lid on the wipes and pulled one out slightly, before she placed the pack in the top right hand corner of the changing mat.
I had taken my skirt off now and I could feel that it was actually quite wet at the back. I had secretly held out hope that it was only slightly dark and I would be able to convince Sabine to let me keep it, but that Hope was largely dashed by how wet it felt. I also couldn’t help but feel quite self conscious to be stood there with my nappy, which sagged noticeably, completely on display in such a large and brightly lit room, while I waited for Sabine.
“Thank you Amy. Please would you jump up and lay on the table for me.” Sabine asked politely, as she took my skirt and placed it on top of the chest of drawers.
It felt a little strange to climb up on the changing table, I had never seen such a thing before. I wasn’t convinced I would fit, but I did as I was asked and gingerly climbed the short set of steps. Once at the top I knelt on the soft mat and crawled along a little before I rolled over and laid down on my back, which is what I assumed I was supposed to do. I was actually quite surprised to find that I did fit and I fit relatively comfortably. There wasn’t much for me to do but wait. I looked up towards the ceiling and saw they it was covered with pictures of animals, something I hadn’t noticed at all when I first came into the room.
“Thank you for being such a good girl. This won’t take a minute.” Sabine commented as she approached the station where I lay and put on the gloves.
Sabine paused for a moment and scanned the wall unit above me. I couldn’t really see, or read any of the labels, but eventually she must have found what she was looking for. She took one of the nappies from the chosen cubby hole and quickly placed it somewhere down by my legs. I thought about trying to watch what she was doing, but there was no pillow on the mat and rather than strain my neck I decided it was easier to just look at the animal pictures on the ceiling and tried not to focus on what was about to happen.
I felt her pull my top up slightly so my belly showed a little and then I heard a noise which sounded like the rustling of material, which I assumed was Sabine opening out the new nappy. There was then a second or two pause before I felt her get to work on the tapes. After a quick double rip I felt cool air hit my skin as the front was pulled down. I immediately felt Sabine grab my ankles and lift my legs into the air. However she did it in such a way that, rather than my legs point straight verticality up with my knees together, she held my ankles in such a way that my knees were slightly bent apart and pushed back towards my chest. She expertly held me in that position with one hand whilst she wiped me clean with the other. She wiped me quickly and comprehensively with what I guessed may have been three separate wipes, but she was so quick that I couldn’t be sure. I felt my legs get lowered back down. She must have already put the new nappy under my bottom, because as soon as my legs hit the mat I could feel her pull it up between my legs. With two quick, successive rip noises the tapes were in place and it was all over as quickly as it had begun.
“All done! If you want to jump down I will get you some trousers” Sabine quipped, as she picked up the used nappy and took it over towards the table at the end of the room.
To be fair to Sabine she said it would be quick and she didn’t lie. She was so, so much faster than my mum it was was untrue. I couldn’t say how long the whole thing took from start to finish, but it felt like from one nappy being untaped to the new one being secured felt little more than 10 seconds. It was clear that she must have had lots of practice.
I sat up and shuffled down the mat towards the steps before I descended backwards back down to the floor. Sabine was still over by the table, she strangely had put my used nappy into a plastic tray and was making some notes on one of the notepads. It was at that point that I looked down to see what type of nappy I had been put in. I knew as soon as it had been taped on and I started to move that it wasn’t one of the active fit. It instantly felt more snug, not as loose fitting and the padding felt noticeably thicker. My eyes confirmed what my body had felt and I recognised the now familiar design and colouring of the Night Dry Plus.
Whilst I admit Sabine was correct that I felt much better to dry, over all I wasn’t sure what to think at that point and I had mixed feelings. I wasn’t sure that I liked the fact that Sabine felt I needed even more protection in case I had another accident. But one thing I had pretty much decided was that I didn’t much care for the Active Fit nappies. I did like the fact that they were thinner and therefore probably easier to hide under clothes, but I hated the fact that the one time I accidentally used one I ended up leaking all over my skirt and the chair and now I had lost my skirt for maybe the rest of the day.
The design of the night dry was much plainer and less colourful than the active fit, which again I think I preferred. The active fit looked too much like the Baby Dry nappies for toddlers and babies. So to me the Active Fit seemed more childish. As I looked down I also saw that not only was Sabine super fast, but both tapes were perfectly symmetrical as they hugged the light purple coloured landing zone. I definitely also preferred the purple colouring as opposed to the turquoise green that is the most common colour you would associate with Pampers and much more evident on the Active Fit.
“Sabine.....”. I asked tentatively.
“Yes Amy. Is everything ok?” She replied with a warm smile.
“Yes. But could I have some more clothes please?” I enquired nervously.
“Oh yes of course. I am sorry. Here let’s see what we have.” Sabine replied, before she headed over towards the chest of drawers.
“I think the larger sizes are in the bottom, let’s see. If I remember this one has the girls clothes in.” She commented as she opened the large bottom drawer.
I looked inside and saw a sizeable collection of t-shirts and what looked like leggings. She grabbed a couple of pairs of pink leggings and inspected the labels, I assumed to check for the size.
“I am afraid these are the only ones I think we have in your size, but they are really cute so hopefully you like them.
Hmmm I think these should fit perfect, but if you could try them on we can see.” Sabine announced as she handed me what she decided were the right size.
When she said she would get me some trousers I didn’t think she meant leggings. I suddenly remembered how the outline of Emma’s nappy was noticeable under her leggings when she climbed into the car ahead of me that morning. As a consequence i couldn’t help but be worried that mine may also be noticeable in a similar way. Whilst I didn’t want to cause Sabine any more trouble, I was also keen to see if there was something else could wear that may help hide things a little better.
“Do you have any other clothes please?” I asked, having plucked up some additional courage, but I stopped short of explaining why.
“Oh you don’t like the trousers. I am sorry I don’t think we have anything else in your size. They are really comfortable and I think the colour will really suit you.” Sabine answered apologetically.
All of a sudden I felt bad for asking and now Sabine seemed a little upset that I didn’t like the ‘trousers’.
“It’s ok. They will be fine. Thank you.” I added sheepishly, in an attempt to make Sabine feel less bad.
“Ok great. I am just gong to check on Emma. Why don’t you try them on and I will be back in a minute.” Sabine replied before she headed back out into the playroom.
I looked at the leggings she had handed to me and the thing was that secretly I did actually quite like them. They had 2 black stripes down each leg so they sort of looked like they were made by Adidas. In any other circumstances I would have been really quite happy to wear them.
I stepped into each leg and pulled them up until they reached my thighs. I reached down and made sure they had been pulled over my feet properly before I pulled the waist the rest of the way up. The front pulled up ok, but the back seemed to get stuck stubbornly. I had to pull the waistband out a little in the back before I could get them all the way up.
I lifted the front of my t-shirt and could see quite a bit of the waistband of my nappy sticking up above the top of the leggings. I tried to pull the leggings up a bit further, but there still was a bit that showed and I struggled to see how it could be avoided. It wasn’t that the leggings didn’t come up as far as they normally should, it was more that the waistband of the nappy came up really quite high on my tummy.
The other thing I did while my t-shirt was raised was to assess how noticeable the nappy was under the leggings. My mum would probably argue that I was being super-sensitive to it, but to me there was no escaping the definite and distinctive bulge that was evident in the front of my leggings. In fairness I had imagined in my mind that it would look quite a bit worse, but I thought it was still fairly obvious, which made me feel a little anxious.
I lowered my top, pulled it down as far as I could at the front and was happy to see that it did at least partially cover the area and I tried to content myself that as long as held it down slightly people hopefully wouldn’t notice.
I heard the door click and then open as Sabine re-entered the room, which startled me slightly.
“Wow they look great and they go really great with your Harry Potter t-shirt.” Sabine commented enthusiastically, as she approached where I was stood. She then knelt down in front of me and lifted the front of my t-shirt.
“Do they fit you ok? Are they not too tight.” She asked whilst simultaneously putting her fingers into the waistband of the leggings and pulled. The leggings material and elastic stretched generously as she did so.
Sabine turned me round to my right hand side so that I mostly faced away from her and she repeated the process with the waistband at the back. She seemed happy with the fact that they didn’t seem too tight, but did pull the waist higher in the back, before she concluded her inspection with a couple of pats to my bum.
“I think they fit great. What do you think? Do they feel ok?” She asked, clearly after some kind of confirmation that I was happy.
“Yes they fit fine thank you.” I answered quietly.
“Wonderful. Why don’t you come back into the playroom and have a look to see if there is anything you want to do. I just need to do a couple more things in here and I will join you in a minute.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jun 12, 2019 at 7:11 AM
Content: Latest little installment. Hope you like it. As always please comment and tell me your thoughts and what you like. The more comments I get the more likely I am to write more. It’s my motivation fuel lol.
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I headed back towards the door and pushed to get it to open, but it wouldn’t budge. After a moment of confusion I remembered way hung how Sabine had done it earlier and that the doors had to be opened by pressing a button. There was a round, green button on the wall near the door, so I figured that must be it. I pressed the button and heard a click, after which I tried to push on the door again and this time it opened.
As I stepped into the playroom I felt the texture of the floor change. At that point I noticed that I had forgotten to put my shoes back on. I turned around to go and grab them from the changing room, but the door had already closed and locked itself again. I knew what to do by this stage, so I looked for the green door release button. I found what I was looking for, as the button on the outside was exactly the same size and shape as the one on the inside. The only difference was that this one was much higher on the wall. So high in fact that even I couldn’t reach it. I thought about knocking to get Sabine to let me back in, but I decided I didn’t desperately need my shoes anyway at that point.
Instead I went to find where I had left my IPad, which was still next to the bean bag chair. As I approached I couldn’t help but feel a degree of embarrassment as I could see the wet patch in the chair was still very evident. I picked up the IPad and went to find somewhere else to sit.
There were some tables and chairs on the other side of the room. They were slightly bigger than the ones where Emma sat, still happily painting and by the looks of things had made quite a mess.
I pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. As my bottom made contact with the chair, the additional thickness of the Night Dry Plus became immediately evident. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was just felt more noticeable and different to the Active Fit. Where the Active Fit felt thinner and looser fitting to the point I would almost call it slightly baggy. The Night Dry by contrast definitely had a little thicker padding, but it was also the way that it sort of hugged my bottom more. It was hard to explain.
Whilst I sat there on my own, I reflected for a moment about what just happened. I thought about how it all happened seemed to happen so fast. Firstly I was extremely annoyed with myself for letting it get so far that I ended up having an accident. Then before I could think what to do Sabine was in front of me. It’s like she almost knew what had just happened, like she could almost sense it, but that couldn’t be possible. Maybe I should have said something to Sabine, I thought, but what would I have said. She had clearly already spotted that my nappy was soaked and I didn’t have a very good excuse for why.
On one hand I wished mum was back quickly so I could talk to her, but I also knew that when she did come back she will be with Julia and Allison and everyone will immediately notice that I have changed clothes. There wasn’t much I could do about it now so I decided to just try and forget about it and do stuff on the IPad.
I pressed the home button with the intention to go straight to the YouTube app, but as soon as the iPad came alive it took me automatically to the Pampers app. I was sure I hadn’t pressed anything to make it do that, so I was really puzzled as to what had just happened. The app opened up on the screen, but it didn’t look the same as it had before when I had explored it earlier. It looked like it had opened the adult app, without me touching it and now asked me for a PIN number. I tried to press the home button to escape, but it didn’t work, it just stayed stuck on the pin entry screen.
I saw Sabine enter the room, with my shoes in her hand. She put them down outside the changing room door before she headed over to where Emma was painting and started to talk to her. I could just about overhear what she said and she told her how good her picture was. She generally praised her for being such a good girl, which Emma seemed to like. She didn’t say anything but I could see she had a big smile on her face as she looked up at Sabine.
“Sabine. Could you help me please”. I asked loudly, in the hope that I could catch her attention.
“Of course” Sabine answered with a broad smile.
“My iPad won’t work and it says I need a PIN number.” I explained.
“Ah yes. Maybe no one has explained yet. As you have joined our test team and this is one of our test team computers, you have an account. This is how you tell us about what you are testing and how it’s going. The good things and the not so good things, so we find out how to make things better.” She explained. All stuff I basically already knew and none of which explained why the iPad had locked me out.
“So we ask that parents tell us as much as possible and this includes keep a log of nappy changes. There is actually a computer in the changing room here as well, where we can make a note of who gets changed and when, which is really useful when we have lots of children at the same time and it gets busy.
I added an entry in your log on your account. So the app knows this and would like the parent to add some feedback. So we need to do this before you can carry on using the iPad.” Sabine further explained. This was super annoying. Plus my mum wasn’t here and I guessed she had the pin, so that sounded like it meant I couldn’t use the iPad anymore, which got me even more mad.
“Does that mean I can’t use it until my mum gets here?” I enquired.
“No actually. I can unlock it and add some feedback and you will be able to use it normally again.” Sabine offered. I accepted her offer as it seemed the only way to get the stupid thing unlocked, so I handed the iPad to her.
“Ok let me see. There we go, we just need to answer some of these questions, then it’s done.” Sabine commented, as she set the iPad down on the table in between us. I didn’t manage to make a note of the PIN number that she entered and I was also puzzled as to how she knew what it was, as it was supposed to be our tablet. I also didn’t really understand why she put the iPad down in between us. Overall I just wanted her to hurry up and sort it out so I can carry on watching some videos.
With little other option I sat and watched her start to answer the questions. The first one asked why the nappy has been changed. Sabine ticked wet, which opened up a set of further questions. She ticked the box which identified that the nappy had leaked and again further questions opened. Sabine paused for a moment before she turned and looked at me.
“Amy, would you be able to tell me when you last had your nappy changed?” She asked, which caused me quite a lot of confusion. Surely she knew that, as she had only just done it. She must have noticed the look of confusion on my face and so asked the question a different way.
“I am guessing your mum put the nappy I just changed on after you got up got up this morning and you haven’t been changed until just now. Is that correct?” She clarified. I simply nodded.
“Ok great. Thank you. You don’t know what time this was..... don’t worry it’s not so important” Sabine interrupted herself. I watched as she picked 3 hours from the drop down menu.
“This question is about fit and comfort. Before you were wet, would you say the nappy fit well and felt comfortable to wear, or not so comfortable. If you could give me a number between 1 and 10 with 10 being the best fit and 1 being least comfortable, that would be really great?” Sabine probed further. This had started to get annoying and I had begun to wonder how many questions there were going to be and more importantly how many Sabine would want me to help answer.
“5” I answered simply, not really knowing what to answer.
“Great thank you. Is there any reason why you scored it 5 and not higher. Was it too tight, did it rub against your skin? Or something else?” Sabine enquired further.
“I don’t know. Just felt a bit loose and a bit baggy.” I answered. Sabine seemed particularly pleased when I answered her question, so decided I would at least try to answer any other questions if I could.
“Ok I see. Do you mean it was a bit sagging between your legs?” She questioned furthers, to which I nodded.
“Ok would you be able to answer the same question, but this time think about how it felt after you were wet. What score would you give it this time?” Sabine asked, again with a kind smile on her face.
“Errrrmm. 2 maybe or 1.” I answered. A little bit worried that a really low score might not have been the answer she wanted to hear, but I thought it best to be honest.
“Ok thank you. Would you be able to tell me what was the most uncomfortable thing about it?” Sabine asked, with a renewed look of genuine interest in her face.
“Errrrm. I don’t know. I didn’t like it. I felt wet and it was very saggy. I didn’t like how it felt when I walked or when I sat down.” I answered as honestly as I could.
“This is wonderful Amy thank you. It’s all really useful information for us. Thank you.
So do you mean your skin felt wet?” She continued.
I nodded and Sabine started to type lots of things into one of the boxes. There were a few more questions about colours and design. I told her I didn’t really like the design and how I thought the Active fit looked too much like the ones for small children and babies. By the end, whilst I didn’t really want to have to go through all that, Sabine genuinely seemed super happy with what I told her and she made me feel like I had really been a big help, which felt oddly quite good.
We were finally finished and i Iooked forward to the opportunity to re-commence YouTube surfing. But it turned out that Sabine had another suggestion. She suggested that I join Emma and do some painting too, with an extra incentive being that I would get to use the more adult paint kit as opposed to having to use the one that Emma has been using. I found myself surprisingly torn. On one hand I wanted to shun an idea as childish as painting, but on the other hand I was strangely drawn to Sabine and felt an eagerness to spend some more time with her. So I even shocked myself when I decided that I ultimately chose to paint and put the iPad down.
Time flew past and I secretly really enjoyed the painting. Sabine showed my how to do a sketch first in pencil and then to paint on top. This worked really well and I even surprised myself as to how well my picture turned out. I wasn’t sure actually sure how long we had been painting when suddenly my mum, Alison and Julia arrived. I felt an unexpected emotion as I was actually slightly disappointed that mum had arrived and I would no doubt have to stop. Emma had even started to open up with me and we had fun.
“Hi everyone. Looks like you are all having fun and wow look at those amazing pictures” Allison announced loudly.
The mums joined in too and perhaps a little over enthusiastically in reality commented on our artistic prowess.
“I hope Emma has been a good girl.” Julia questioned. I may have been imagining it, but I sensed a tiny bit of tension in Julia’s voice as she maybe wasn’t sure what sort of answer she would get.
“Emma has been a super good girl. She has done some colouring and as you can see has done lots of painting.
Amy has also been wonderful and she has also done some amazing pictures. I think she may be an artist in the future. They have both played together really nicely.
Ok girls I think it’s time for lunch so we need to get these painting aprons off. Amy here are your shoes.” Sabine commented.
“Does Emma need a nappy change before lunch?” Julia blurted out matter of factly.
“Both girls have been changed not so long ago, so I think they should be ok for now.
I am sorry to say Amy had a little bit of a leak, so I had to give her a change of clothes, but it’s absolutely not a problem. This happens sometimes so please don’t worry. We will wash her skirt and you can get it back before you go home today.” Sabine replied.
I felt my face flush with embarks as I felt all eyes suddenly point in my direction. My mum looked at me with a slight look of worry in her eyes and came over to put her arm around me. Fortunately my painting apron covered me up pretty well.
“But I must also say, Amy was really great. I explained that this is why the testing is so important and people like Amy are so important so we learn how to make things better. Amy was absolutely wonderful at helping to answer the feedback report questions. You should be really proud to have such a clever daughter.” Sabine added.
“That’s really nice to hear thank you. And well done Amy I am very proud of you.” My mum commented, as she gave me an even tighter squeeze.
I had been dreading that part when the mums came back and my accident was exposed, but it actually wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Deep down the overwhelming praise was nice to hear and made me feel good inside.
I took off my apron which I handed to Sabine. I immediately pulled my top down at the front as I had practiced earlier. Sabine handed me my shoes and so I sat down on the floor to put them on. I was grateful to see that the adults weren’t paying too much attention to me whilst I did that.
Once we were all ready we headed to the restaurant that was in the Pampers facility which took about 5 minutes to walk. I tried to find an opportunity to talk to my mum about what happened, but she was completely pre-occupied with talking to Allison. So in the end I gave up for the time being and walked with Sabine and Emma, while the mums and Allison followed behind. Sabine held Emma’s hand and it appeared that it wasn’t just me who had taken a bit of a shine to Sabine.
When we reached the restaurant it wasn’t really what I was expecting. I thought it would look something like the canteen at my school where there was a self service station and you took trays to get what you wanted. This looked more like a little restaurant with tables and chairs neatly arranged, with tablecloths and cutlery already in place. There were a few other people in there already which I assumed were staff members as we were the only children.
We were shown to a table which had a reserved sign on it. I noticed immediately that there were two chairs that were different to all the others. It’s a little hard to describe what they looked like. They appeared to be chairs that were designed for children, but they weren’t like a high chair that I was used to seeing in UK restaurants. When you looked at the chair from the side, it looked like an L shape but the vertical part of the L sloped backwards. There was a back rest and then a little bench seat. As there were only enough adult seats for the mums, Allison and Sabine it was clear that the two additional chairs were for Emma and myself. I then noticed that the seat was not the same height on each of the chairs and one was distinctly higher than the other. I figured the lower one must have been for me and the higher one for Emma.
Not for the first time that day I couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed about the fact that it had been decided that I wasn’t able to sit in a normal adult chair. But once I sat in the chair I actually found the seat to be reasonably comfortable and I also found I was at the perfect height to sit at the table.
There was a small choice of food on offer. There was a salad, pizza or some kind of fish dish. Not surprisingly both Emma and I picked pizza. I didn’t like salad, or anything remotely green for that matter and pizza was one of my favourites, so it was a really easy decision.
Someone came to take our order. The lady then said something in German and pointed towards Emma and I. I had no idea what she had said and by the look on my mums face she didn’t either.
“Would you like something for the children to protect their clothes.” Sabine translated, slightly clumsily.
“Yes please that would be great.” Julia replied quickly.
My mum looked at me and I did my best to give her a look that said no, I didn’t need anything. The look my mum gave me back didn’t fill me with confidence that she got the message.
“Erm no I think we will be ok. Thank you” mum replied. I was relieved to see that she finally took the hint and trusted me to do something, without treating me like I am a toddler.
When the lady returned she had what looked to be a disposable bib. I actually remembered the type from when I was younger. We always used to wear them at dinner when we were on holiday.
The bib was made from a sort of paper material. The lady expertly folded the bottom side up which created a bit of a scoop, or pocket to catch any food. She fixed it around Emma’s neck and it attached with sticky tab at the back. Emma didn’t put up any kind of fuss, which suggested to me that this was something she was probably used to having to wear at dinner time.
The food finally came and the pizza was ok, but not the best I have had and no where near as good as Pizza Hut. On a positive note I was pleased that the conversation over dinner was, for once, not related to nappies, bedwetting or anything else toileting rated. They mainly talked about the jobs they each did, how long they have been working and stuff like that. I was also pleased to see the apple drink was also available in the restaurant, which I ordered. Emma decided she wanted some too. I felt she had decided to copy me a little, as she only seemed to want it after I said I wanted it. But at the end of the day that was ok and I thought that was quite cute that she wanted to be like me.
When the lady brought us the drinks she placed two bottles of the apple drink, one for me and one for Emma. The waitress then took away our glasses which initially confused me. When she returned she replaced them with what appeared to be plastic ones instead, similar to what I had been given in the play room, but not quite the same. These ones were taller and were plain white in colour, with the pampers logo on the side.
The bottles of apple drink were also slightly different and quite big, probably too much for us both. Not least because I was a little alarmed out how much I wet earlier and how it came on so strongly, so I consciously decided that it may be best to try to limit how much I had. Which proved surprisingly difficult as the drink was extremely more’ish.
When the pizza arrived Julia got up and helped Emma by cutting up her pizza for her into more bite size pieces. My mum looked at me and asked if I wanted mine to be cut up too. I hesitated initially, but then more out of laziness than anything else I agreed to let her cut mine up too.
I was really keen to tuck in to the food as soon as possible as I was really hungry, but nearly burnt my mouth in my haste. I also tried to use good table manners as mum always told me off if I didn’t, so whilst Emma ate mostly with her fingers, I tried to use my fork as much as possible. Although this wasn’t always easy and I found it hard to pick some of the pieces up with just my fork. So in the end I got frustrated and resorted to using my fingers too.
The highlight of the meal for Emma was clearly the ice cream desert which she promptly devoured, whilst also clearly demonstrating why the bib had been deemed necessary. There were drip stains all down the bib, which would have otherwise been all over her clothes. Her face was also covered and needed at least 3 wet wipes to clean. With more wipes needed for her hands. All of which I found quite amusing.
“Please could I borrow the wipes.” Mum suddenly asked. Julia handed her the pack and before I knew it she had come over to me and started to clean my hands in a similar manner.
“Ok girls I have some exciting news. We have arranged for you to go and spend some time this afternoon at an adventure play centre. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Allison announced excitedly.
Emma’s face lit up and I must admit that I had to my best to not show my level of excitement. I felt internally conflicted. On one hand I felt that I should demonstrate maturity and perhaps show that I was a little too old for such things. But at the same time the idea unquestionably sounded fun.
“Would it be ok if I came with you while your mummies stay here and do boring things with Allison?” Sabine asked, the question clearly was aimed at us. Whilst my initial gut reaction was that the idea of an adventure play centre with Sabine and Emma sounded really good. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of anxiety about being away from my mum again. Especially as I hadn’t had chance to talk to her.
I hoped that there would be a chance straight after lunch, so I could ask her to let me change back into knickers for the trip to the adventure play centre. Mum only mentioned me trying the Active Fit this morning, which I had done, so in my mind it was clear that there should be no reason for her not to let me change!
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Jun 30, 2019 at 11:33 PM
Content: Latest update. Comments and questions super welcome.
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I started to get a bit bored whilst sat at the lunch table and Emma had started to get fidgety too. The mums and Allison had just ordered some coffee, which meant we would have to sit here even longer. The discussion between the ladies had mostly meandered around various dull topics, but the announcement of the play centre had changed the course of the conversation.
“The Play centre is actually not far at all, it’s only a bit of a walk down the road. It’s only been open a couple of years, but it’s really good, they will love it.” Allison explained.
“Ok. Emma isn’t too good at walking long distances, she gets tired quite easily.” Julia interjected slightly nervously.
“That sounds just like Amy. She could run around and play for an hour, but ask her to walk anywhere at all and she would get cranky and demand to be pushed in her stroller.” My mum suddenly added.
I was naturally annoyed at her for chipping in and telling everyone at the table something like that. On reflection it was probably true, but I was a lot younger then.
“Ha ha. That is exactly like Emma. She would quite happily be pushed around in a stroller all day.” Julia commented, the expression on her face relaxed after my mums comment.
“Well it’s honestly not far and I am sure both girls will be able to show Sabine how good they are and walk nicely.” Allison added, before she changed the subject again.
“Sorry before I forget. Sabine did you make an entry on both accounts when you changed the girls earlier.” Allison questioned.
“Yes I did. I haven’t filled in a report for Emma yet, but I did one for Amy. Amy helped me fill it in and was extremely helpful. A lot of children on the test team are very young so it’s not always easy to get direct feedback from the child, but Amy was super and I think she will really be a big help to the programme.” Sabine replied.
“That’s wonderful Amy, thank you.” Allison remarked as she gave me a broad smile.
Once the coffee had finally been drunk we got up from the table and headed out of the restaurant. Despite the conversation at the table I was still determined to have the discussion with my mother and get her to let me change.
As we walked the ladies split into twos. Julia walked alongside Sabine and my mum walked with Allison. We stopped just outside the restaurant as Julia needed use the bathroom and I decided this was my best chance. Mum and Allison were engaged in conversation, but I decided I had to act.
“Mum...... Mum.....” I tried to get her attention, but she didn’t answer. So I tried again, but even louder this time to the point where I almost shouted.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Mum suddenly announced, which cut off Allison mid sentence.
“It’s rude to interrupt.” Mum said loudly as she grabbed me by the arm and led me away from the immediate vicinity of the the rest of the group. She was clearly very annoyed at my interruption. “What is it Amy. You know better than to shout at me like that when I am talking to someone.”
“I just needed to talk to you. “ I started. I realised I hadn’t rehearsed what I wanted to say so started to struggle to explain myself.
“Well I am here now. What’s the matter?” Mum asked with a level of annoyance still evident in her voice.
“This morning you said I only had to try the new one and that if I needed to use the toilet I could. You promised.” I explained.
“Yes. So what happened earlier. Did you ask Sabine and did she not let you.” Mum queried. I hadn’t expected such a direct question and I wasn’t sure how to answer. I thought about telling a lie, which would strengthen my argument, but it ran the risk of the truth being quite easily discovered
“Ermmm. Sabine was not in the room and so I didn’t get chance to ask her.” I answered.
“How long was she gone for? Were you left alone all that time?” mum asked, suddenly with a level of concern in her voice.
“She was just in the other room changing Emma.” I explained, worried that I was about to get Sabine into a lot of trouble as I had made it sound like she had been gone for ages.
“Oh I see. So how did you end up so wet?” Mum asked with a puzzled look on her face. the conversation was clearly now not going to plan.
“I don’t know I just couldn’t hold it. You promised me I would be able to use the bathroom and I only had to try the Active Fit one.” was all I could think to answer as I clumsily attempted to get the discussion back on track.
“I am really not sure where you are going with this Amy. Yes I did say that. But you didn’t ask me or Sabine to use the bathroom and then ended up having an accident. Sabine did absolutely the right thing, she couldn’t leave you in a wet and leaking nappy could she.” Mum stated, slightly crossly.
“No but.....” I stammered
“So if you rudely interrupted me like that to ask to use the bathroom. It’s here so let’s go.” Mum announced as she hurriedly led me in. We met Julia was on her way out.
“Sorry Julia we will just be a moment.” Mum commented to her as our paths crossed
I was a bit of a passenger at this point. I wasn’t sure what to say, but figured the privacy of the bathroom would provide an opportunity to state my case a little better than I had managed so far. I was annoyed at myself for how badly I had handled it. Mum seemed genuinely annoyed at me as she held my hand and headed straight to a cubicle.
“But mum..... I just...” I continued to struggle to find the words to explain.
Once inside the cubicle she spun me around to face her and as quick as a flash she pulled my leggings down to my ankles. Next she undid one of the tapes on my nappy and was about to undo the other, but instead just pulled the whole nappy down. She left it pooled around my right ankle before she sat me down onto the toilet seat.
“Allison has been really nice to us and Sabine seems lovely too. Please can you just be a good girl and help me. You have been amazing so far. I have been so proud. When Sabine mentioned how helpful you had been it was wonderful.
The play centre sounds fun and it would be really great if you could be there for Emma. She doesn’t find it easy to make friends or meet new people and she really likes you. You are a little like a big sister and she looks up to you.” Mum explained, her voice much calmer and softer.
I hadn’t thought of my relationship with Emma like that. And I hadn’t imagined that she might look up to me. It took me by surprise and I liked the idea of being a bit like a big sister. I never had any brothers or sisters. I always wished I did.
“They are all waiting for us outside. Please can you hurry up so we can get going.” Mum pushed.
I tried to wee, but nothing came. I hadn’t felt especially like I needed to go and a bathroom break at that particular point was not part of my plan. There must have been something in my bladder, but the sudden need to perform on the spot seemed to give my bladder stage fright.
“I am trying. But I can’t” I announced in defeat.
Mum had calmed down, but this latest announcement reignited her annoyance. She put her hands under my arm pits and stood me up. She then started to edge the nappy back up my leg.
“You said I only had to try the Active ones. Can I change into knickers now?” I pleaded, but my request didn’t seem to slow Mum’s efforts to pull the nappy back up towards my waist.
“I don’t have the changing bag with me and I am not sure if I remembered to put any knickers in. Plus you have had quite a bit of apple juice to drink.” Mum stated as she finished the job of taping me back up.
She didn’t explain why she made the comment about how much I had drunk. But I guess it was aimed at the suggestion of me potentially having another accident. I was also angry at her for not bringing any underwear, as it meant that I was going to be stuck in nappies until we got back to the hotel.
My leggings were pulled back up and I was led back out of the bathroom to where the others stood waiting.
“Sorry about that.” Mum stated apologetically.
“It’s no problem at all.
So I thought it’s probably a good idea to let lunch settle a little before the girls go and burn off some energy at the play centre. So if it’s ok with you we would like to take height and weight measurements of the girls.” Allison replied.
Both mums accepted Allison’s request and I figured I had better not give my mum anymore reason to be mad at me for the moment. Plus getting weighed didn’t sound too bad.
We headed back towards the playroom, but took a left turn down another corridor before we got there. We ended up in room that had what appeared to be a gurney, like you often see in a doctors surgery. I noticed there was a set of scales on the floor near the back wall and also something that looked like it was for measuring height fixed to the wall.
Sabine went and sat at a desk where there was a computer terminal and started to log herself in.
“Who wants to go first?” Allison asked.
Julia immediately jumped in and suggested a Emma should go first. Just ahead of my mum who almost at the same time tried to suggest I should be first.
“Ok Emma, please could you take your shoes off and then come and stand here near this wall so we can see how tall you are?” Allison asked softly.
I watched as Emma’s height was measured, which Sabine entered into the computer. Allison then took a fabric tape measure and started to take some further measurements. She started with her waist, which all seemed fairly normal. Then she lifted Emma’s T-shirt up which had me puzzled. She didn’t take it all the way off, just enough to expose her midriff.
I looked at my mum who also had a look on her face that suggested she was also a little confused. Allison then turned Emma a little away from her and placed the end of the measuring tape in the middle of her back, right where her the waistband of her leggings and exposed nappy met. She held the tape in place with one hand and then fed the rest of the tape between her legs and up the front. She pulled the tape so it was a little more taut and then seemed to take a measurement at a point just a little below her belly button. She called the measure out for Sabine to enter into the computer
“What’s that measuring Allison?” Julia enquired.
“It’s called a rise measurement. And this is the hip measurement.” Allison answered, as she wrapped the tape around Emma, across her hips.
“This is the thigh.” She explained further, again she called out all the measurements which Sabine dutifully entered into the computer.
“Finally the inner leg.” Allison added.
I watched as Allison got Emma to open her legs slightly and then pushed the top of tape measure as far up as she could into Emma’s inner groin. A task that wasn’t eased by the way the leggings were already across the bulge created by Emma’s nappy. She moved the nappy material a little to one side as she manoeuvred the end of the tape so it was as high up into her groin as she could, then she stretched it all the way down to her foot and the floor.
“Ok all done. Well done Emma.” Allison announced. “Oh and Sabine. I think Emma is a little wet, she may need a change before you head to the Play centre.” She added.
Next it was my turn to go through the same sequence of steps. First weight, height and waist measurement. Then just like Emma she lifted my top up, which exposed my mid-riff. I had hoped my leggings had been pulled up sufficiently to cover my nappy, but noticed that this clearly wasn’t the case as I looked down. I am not really sure why this was important to me. Everyone in the room clearly knew what I had been wearing, but it still made me feel a little embarrassed as everyone stared while Allison continued to take the measurements.
“Fabulous. That’s us all done. Thank you girls and it’s nearly time to go and have some fun.” Allison started enthusiastically.
We left the room and headed back towards what I thought was the direction of the reception area, but I had lost my bearings so wasn’t 100% sure.
“I just have one more little gift for the girls before I let Sabine take them to play.” Allison announced. The sound of a gift certainly pricked up my ears and I was eager to find out what it was.
We turned a corner and Allison headed into a room. We followed her in and I immediately noticed that we were back in the conference room, where we had started the day.
I also noticed that mums bag was also still where she had left it and this re-raised my hopes of getting an opportunity to change back into underwear for the rest of the visit.
“Mum..... mummy...” I tried to get her attention, as everyone sat down.
“Ok as I said we have one more little gift.” Allison started to explain as she retrieved a cardboard box from a cupboard at the side of the room.
“As I am sure you know it’s really important to keep the body hydrated and it’s also really useful for us to monitor the fluid intake of our test participants. For bottle fed infants this is quite straightforward to monitor by just counting and keeping a note of the number and volume of bottles each day. For older children this is a little more difficult. So what we would like you to use is these.” Allison explained as she pulled what appeared to be two clear plastic sports bottles from the box.
“As you can see there is a measuring scale along the side. So if you just fill it up to the top mark shown and then once empty, use the app on the iPad to make a note of when the bottle was finished, then refill to the same mark. That would be super helpful as it allows us to gather accurate data of intake as well as output.
Girls would you like to come up and see which colour you would like. If you could try not to pick the same colour that would be great. Just so they don’t get mixed up and you don’t know which one is yours.”
I had to pause my attempts to get my mother attention while Allison introduced the bottles. Emma picked her bottle first. All the bottles were identical apart from the lid, which came in different colours. Emma picked the pink one which was the one I was going to go for. The remaining colours were blue, red, turquoise and light green.
“This one is my favourite” Sabine commented as she picked the turquoise bottle out of the box.
I wasn’t sure which one to pick as I really wanted the pink one. I had started to settle on the red one, before Sabine interjected. So in the end I picked the one that Sabine had chosen.
“Mummy.....”. I said as I headed back to my seat, in another attempt to get her attention.
“What do you say Amy?” Mum interrupted.
“Thank you.” I added after my mother’s prompt for me to use my manners.
“You are very welcome Amy. Now if it’s ok your mother is going to stay with us while I show them how to use the test team app on the iPads and you get to go and have fun with Sabine.” Allison replied.
“Mummy. Please can you...” I was determined to speak to mum, but I again got interrupted.
“Be a good girl and do what Sabine says. And make sure you play nicely with Emma”. Mum interjected.
Despite my efforts I found myself being ushered out of the room, as I left my mum and any hope of a change of clothes behind.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Aug 20, 2019 at 12:18 AM
Content: Sorry for the delay in the latest chapter. Thank you very much for all the comments. It really is super appreciated. I have started to get some mixed comments which is a little disappointing but that’s ok, everyone is entitled to their opinion. Anyway I hope you like the next part and please let me know what you think.
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It didn’t take us long for us to navigate the corridors and I found myself back in the same playroom I had been in earlier. I looked across towards where the bean bag chair had been and was puzzled to see it was missing. I had no idea how it got moved, where it went or even when Sabine had time to tell someone about it.
“I am sorry Emma but we haven’t got time to do any more painting at the moment. Don’t you want to get going to the play centre?” Sabine questioned as she saw that Emma had taken her place back at the table where we had been painting earlier.
Emma immediately bounced back up to her feet excitedly and started hopping about, seemingly unable to contain her excitement having momentarily forgotten the plan for the afternoon. She bounded back over towards the door and pulled on the handle, but the door was locked.
“Wow someone is excited. We will get going in just a minute, but first we need to get your nappy changed.” Sabine announced.
Emma was not overly enamoured by the suggestion and stubbornly didn’t move. She just stayed stood with her back to the door.
“Come on... it won’t take a minute. ” Sabine continued as she tried to persuade Emma to co-operate. I got the impression that Emma didn’t mean to be deliberately disobedient, I just think she was so excited to head to the play centre that she didn’t want any delay.
I watched as Sabine went over to where she was stood, took her by the hand and led her towards the changing room. Interestingly Emma actually didn’t put up a fight at all, as she followed Sabine’s lead.
“Amy. Would you like to come too and give me a hand? You can both put your bottles on the table there and we will fill them up when we are done.” Sabine unexpectedly asked me.
“Erm yes ok”. I replied, not knowing what else to do, before I followed them both into the other room. I figured Sabine had seen me go into the bathroom with my mother earlier and as I was still dry I decided there was little chance of me finding myself back on the changing table any time soon.
Both Emma’s and my bottle were deposited onto one of the painting tables and we headed towards the changing room. As soon as Emma was in the other room she let go of Sabine’s hand and ran over to the desk against the back wall and started pressing buttons on the computer. She was in a very mischievous mood all of a sudden. I hadn’t seen this in her before.
“Emma please don’t touch that. Now if you want me to take you to the play centre you need to be a good girl. Can you do that for me? Look Amy is being extremely good.” Sabine commented as she and Emma both turned to look at me, which caused me to blush slightly at the sudden and unexpected focus of attention.
Sabine went over and took Emma by the hand again and led her over towards the large changing station. Emma kept her eyes locked to mine the entire way, until she had to turn and climb up the short set of steps that led to the soft changing mat on top of the unit.
Sabine then, with practiced pace grabbed a set of gloves from the cupboard and placed the pack of wipes down towards Emma’s feet. I watched on with a degree of interest as I saw that Emma seemed completely unfazed by the whole experience. She, for once, obediently laid on her back on the changing table, while her eyes busily darted around the ceiling, no doubt distracted by the colourful animal laden scenery that was painted there.
I saw Sabine first lift Emma’s top up, which exposed her tummy before she quickly pulled her leggings all the way down until they were pooled around her ankles and shoes.
“Could you get me some wipes out of the packet please Amy” Sabine asked.
I moved around so that I stood at the end of the changing unit, where the wipes had been placed and proceeded to remove about 3 from the pack. There was a brief pause while Sabine put her gloves on and I looked up towards where Emma was laid down. As I was stood at her feet with her head at the other end I could no longer see her face very well, but she appeared to still be happily focused on the ceiling.
I couldn’t help but look at her nappy and recognised the design and colouring, which identified it as an Active Fit style. What was also clear was that the padding in the front and down between her legs was a little discoloured and swollen. I could also see sort of a green smudged stripe down the middle which I guessed may have been a wetness line, but wasn’ completely sure. It seemed different to the night dry I was used to which had pictures that disappeared.
With her gloves now in place Sabine got quickly to work. She reached up and pulled out a fresh Active Fit nappy from one of the cubby holes above the changing station and proceeded to open it out completely. She briefly folded it, lengthways down the middle, before and a little to my surprise she handed it to me. As I held it my eyes were drawn to something on the padding on the inside of the nappy, there were sort cris-crosses of faint turquoise lines, in a sort of diagonal lattice effect it. I had never noticed that before but to be honest I also had never looked. The lattice effect only extended for a rectangular portion of the padding in the middle towards the front and didn’t go all the way to the back waistband.
I continued to stand and watch, unclear whether I was expected to perform any other role in the changing process. Sabine quickly undid both tapes and then took hold of Emma’s ankles and lifted her legs into the air. I remembered how my legs had been bent when I was last changed and saw that Sabine used the same technique with Emma. She continued to hold her ankles with her left hand and as Emma’s knees where spread quite wide apart there was ample room for Sabine to reach through with her right hand and pull the front of the saturated nappy through, before the whole thing was pulled out from underneath Emma’s bottom in one quick motion.
“Wipes please.” Sabine asked as she she held out her hand. I dutifully passed her the 3 wipes and then watched as she expertly wiped Emma clean, before she placed the used wipes on the partly rolled up used nappy. She did everything with her right hand, while her left continued to hold Emma’s ankles.
“Nappy please”. Was the next request, so I gave her the fresh nappy. I strangely quite enjoyed being Sabines assistant and it brought back some memories of when I was younger, when I would play with my dolls and pretend to be mummy while I changed them or got them dressed.
Sabine took the nappy from me and laid it open on the mat. I watched and saw that she gently rocked Emma’s ankles and legs back a little more which had the effect of lifting Emma’s bottom slightly clear of the changing table. The smooth plastic changing mat material allowed her to effortlessly slide the back part of the opened nappy under Emma’s elevated bottom. She took a moment to make a couple of adjustments until she was content that it was positioned correctly, before she allowed Emma’s bottom to be lowered back down.
Almost as soon as Emma’s feet had touched the mat, Sabine had pulled the nappy up between her legs and held it taut across Emma’s tummy, as she pulled the wings round to attach the tapes. Again it was all done very quickly and Emma’s nappy was securely in place before her leggings were being pulled back up.
“Thank you Emma for being such a good girl for me? Please could you lift your bottom up just for a moment?” Sabine asked. The sound of her name got Emma’s attention which appeared to have been happily elsewhere throughout the whole process. She dutifully lifted her hips up so her bottom came clear of the mat and this allowed Sabine to pull her leggings all the way up.
Sabine signalled the end of the process by giving Emma a bit of a tummy tickle before she pulled her top back down. Something that caused Emma to giggle uncontrollably.
“Amy please could you go and get me one of the grey trays from the table over there please?” Sabine instructed.
Again I was happy to help and went and found a pile of relatively small grey plastic trays that sat on the desk where the computer was. As I got a closer look I saw there were also a few other items on the table, some weighing scales and a few other pieces of equipment that I didn’t recognise. I ignored the other things, grabbed a tray and returned to Sabine who was still by the changing station.
“Wonderful, thank you Amy. If you could just put it back on the table I will sort it in a moment.” Sabine added as she placed the now fully rolled up, used nappy into the tray that I still held in my hands.
I saw Emma already busily bounding around the room impatiently as I returned the tray to the desk. I assumed at this point we would be heading back out and onwards to the play centre. Emma must have had a similar thought as she had already made her way to the door and pulled on the handle as she tried to get it to open.
“Just a minute Emma. I just need to check that Amy doesn’t need to be changed too before we go.” Sabine announced, much to my surprise as she intercepted me on my path towards the door.
“I don’t need to be changed...... I only normally wear nappies at night time” I hurriedly and clumsily replied, having been caught off guard.
Sabine looked at me with a somewhat puzzled look on her face. Whilst to me what I had said was completely accurate and true, I wasn’t sure what she had been told previously and saw that she had a somewhat puzzled look on her face. I had to accept that the events from earlier that day would have not worked in my favour in terms of how convincing my statement will have just come across.
“Ok I see. Well it’s great that you are getting to the point where you are starting to only need them at night time. Well done. But I know how it’s not always easy to feel if you are a little bit wet so, if it’s ok I still need to check.” Sabine replied assertively. Clearly she still didn’t understand what I had just told her I though, so I considered how best to reply and explain it to her again.
I was still mid thought and only part way through that process when she approached and stood right in front of me. It seemed she was about to take my initial silence as compliance and an acceptance for her to proceed. So I hastily thought about how to interject, but my mind was painfully slow to come up with a suitable and well constructed response. Before I could answer I felt her fingers work their way into the waistband of my leggings. I quickly realised that I had run out of time and may as well just accept what was coming, with the safety of knowledge that I knew I was dry and would therefore be vindicated.
I looked down just as Sabine started to lower my leggings, which she proceeded to pull down until they were bunched at my knees. My expectation was that my leggings would be immediately pulled up as soon as she saw that I was still dry and we could get on our way. Fortunately I noticed that Emma was still fixated on trying to force the door open and my nappy check looked like it may happen without spectators.
With my nappy exposed Sabine continued to check its status both visually and by feeling or squeezing the padding.
“Good girl for keeping dry Amy. But I am not sure what’s happened here. Did your mother do this or have you tried to change yourself?” Sabine asked.
I didn’t understand what she meant and so I looked down to see if I could figure out why she asked whether I had changed myself. The only thing I noticed was that when my mum had taped me back up earlier, in her haste she clearly hadn’t done a very good job. The tapes were not symmetrical at all and the nappy was twisted to one side, due to the fact that it had been taped tighter on one side than the other. I was about to answer Sabine’s questions, but Emma’s impatience caused a distraction and an interruption. She had started climbing up on one of the smaller changing units on the left side of the room.
“Emma please don’t climb on there. I don’t want you to fall.” Sabine pleaded, but her request fell on deaf ears. In the end Sabine had to go and get her down. I stood and watched with my leggings still around my knees as Sabine took Emma by then hand and embarrassingly for me she led her over to where I was stood.
“Emma please be a good girl and just wait nicely for a moment. I just need to see to Amy.” Sabine stated in what was supposed to be an authoritative manner. But Emma unfortunately didn’t seem to listen and tried to pull away from Her again.
“Emma please be a good girl. I could use a special little helper. Do you think you could do that for me?” Sabine changed her tone, which softened.
I wasn’t sure in what context Sabine had meant for Emma to help. Clearly she had tried to use it as a distraction tactic to get her to behave, which to my surprise seemed to do the trick, as Emma calmed down and suddenly was more attentive.
“Amy please can you hop up onto the changing table for me?” Sabine requested.
The request puzzled me as clearly I didn’t need to be changed as I was sure my nappy was completely dry.
“But I don’t need to be changed. I am dry.” I pleaded in my defence.
“Yes. But we are going to be going to the play centre and you will be doing lots of running and jumping about and we won’t be back for some time. I am not sure what’s happened, but if I leave you like you are then I am afraid we will have another leak and I am sure you don’t want that to happen.” Sabine replied.
“Like I just said I don’t need to wear them in the day. Just at night time.” I responded with a hinting anger in my voice.
“Yes which I think is great. But we have already had one accident already today haven’t we. Which honestly is absolutely ok. Sometimes it takes a little longer before our bodies learn, it’s nothing to be ashamed of at all. We have lots of girls and boys your age and older who need a little help keeping dry. That’s why it’s so great and important that you are helping us and have been so mature about it so far.” Sabine offered in reply.
When she mentioned the earlier accident I couldn’t help but feel my face flush with embarrassment. There was clearly no denying what happened. I was also affected by how she described the importance of our help and how I had been so mature about it, so far. I couldn’t help but feel that the last two words were added as an indication that she felt I now wasn’t been particularly mature about things now. This left me quite conflicted inside.
I really liked it when people said I behaved maturely. I like to think I am not a little kid and so anytime someone said this it’s a little affirmation that others don’t see me as a little kid and I like that. But being mature about a situation that has strong childish connotations was hard.
“I won’t have another accident. That was just because.... “. I suddenly couldn’t think what to say or how to defend what happened.
“It’s ok. Don’t worry. Accidents happen.
Now please be a good girl and hop up for me. The quicker we get you sorted the quicker we can get get going.” Sabine interjected, as she placed a hand on my back and gently, but assertively guided me towards the changing unit.
I felt like I had run out of arguments in my defence. The stupid accident earlier completely undermined any attempt I could make to articulate why I didn’t need to wear a nappy. I needed to speak to mum, but knew that wasn’t going to be possible for the time being. So I resigned myself to the situation, at least for now and until I could talk to mum.
“Can you not just fix it here. Why do I have to go on the table?” I asked in one last attempt to expedite the end of this whole situation. I figured if she just wanted to straighten it then why couldn’t she do that with me stood up. It should just be a case of undoing and redoing the tapes.
“Because its a lot easier for me to change you on the table. Please Amy jump up for me and show Emma what a good girl you are.” Sabine pleaded with a tiny bit of frustration evident in her voice.
I still didn’t understand why she couldn’t just do it where I stood, but I looked down at Emma who had been taking in the whole situation and I realised she was looking to see if I would continue to push back against Sabine.
Somewhat reluctantly I climbed the steps to the changing table, a task not made easier by the leggings that were still half way down my legs. I noticed the look on Sabine’s face changed from a frown to a smile as I first kneeled and then laid down on the changing table on my back.
Sabine reached up to the storage unit and took out a fresh nappy, which confused me. I had expected her to just redo the tapes so that they were more symmetrical, not to completely change me, as I was still dry. Nevertheless this was clearly not what Sabine has intended as I watched her open the nappy out fully before she handed it to Emma to hold. I only got a brief glimpse so couldn’t tell for certain whether it was an Active Fit or a Night Dry. From the colouring and thickness I figured it must be a night dry, but couldn’t be sure.
“Please could you hold this for me Emma? And also I will need some wipes if you could get those for me too that would be great?” Emma clearly loved her active role as she had a beaming smile on her face when she took the nappy from Sabine and I saw her eagerly try and open the wipes packet.
I felt somewhat conflicted as I didn’t like the fact that Sabine had asked Emma to help, but I also recognised that not long before the roles had been reversed and I was more than happy to help Sabine change Emma. With little option I resigned myself to what was going to happen and chose to stare at the ceiling.
I heard Sabine undo the tapes and then quickly felt her grab my ankles and lift my legs into the air. As my feet came into view I could see that my leggings were now bunched around my ankles.
“Could I have the wipes please Emma?” Sabine asked.
“Yes. Here you are? How many do you want?” Emma replied.
“That will be enough. Thank you!” Sabine answered with a chuckle.
I tried to figure out what might have been funny, but the distraction of cold, wet wipe against my skin was too much. Again I really didn’t understand why she was wiping me clean as I wasn’t wet, but nevertheless she seemed to go through the exact same, tickly cleaning process she had previously.
“Nappy please.... thank you. You are being such a great helper.” Sabine announced encouragingly.
I could only imagine what I expected to be Emma’s beaming face, as I continued to stare at the animal scene on the ceiling. I felt Sabine rock my legs back further which squashed my tummy muscles together and lifted my lower back off of the mat.
I felt Sabine’s hand brush the bottom of my mat before my legs were lowered all the way down. From watching being changed earlier I knew what case next as I felt Sabine pull the front of the nappy up between my legs. I could feel the leg elastic pulled snugly against my groin, before she stretched the rear, right wing across and attached the tape to my front. The same process was completed on the left side and after a quick check of leg elastic I felt my leggings being pulled back up my legs.
“Lift your bottom up for me.” Sabine asked, which allowed her to pull my leggings all the way up.
“There that’s much better and now we are pretty
much ready to go.” Sabine announced, which brought a cheer from Emma.
Sabine left me to get down by myself as she headed over towards the table at the back of the room. I looked to try and see what she was doing but couldn’t really tell. She had grabbed the grey tray which I think contained Emma’s used nappy, but couldn’t be sure as she had her back to me. Rather than try and continue to be nosey I decided to try and get down from the changing table.
I climbed down the steps and still felt that the whole process had been unnecessary as it’s not like I was going to have another accident. We had to wait a moment as Sabine finished what she was doing at the table, but she finally turned around and headed back towards the door. She encouraged us to follow her which Emma seemed eager to do and I was happy to be leaving the changing room.
As I followed Emma and Sabine I couldn’t help but notice that my nappy felt different. It was just much more snug was the only word I could use to describe it. The fresh padding was still slightly stiff which I could feel between my legs and I could also feel the leg elastic and generous absorbent material hug and press against my bottom as I walked.
Once we were put into the main play area Sabine retrieved our bottles and asked what we wanted to drink. I asked for apple juice and Emma asked for milk. As soon as the bottles were full they were handed back to us and Emma swiftly started to drink. As I watched her I noticed my own thirst and chose to follow her lead and eagerly drank the sweet apple flavoured drink.
“Good girls. I am sure you are going to get hot and sweaty so I need you to drink plenty of liquids.” Sabine encouraged.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Aug 27, 2019 at 9:14 AM
Content: Firstly a hug thanks to all those that took the time to post a comment. I genuinely love receiving and reading the comments. It honestly spurs me on to write more. Hope you all like the next chapter.
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“Is it far to walk to the play centre?” I enquired.
I wouldn’t say I was lazy, but if I could avoid walking long distances it would always be my preference.
“Just a moment I nearly forgot the bag.” Sabine replied as she suddenly and quickly headed back towards the changing room. She emerged shortly after carrying what appeared to be a grey back pack.
“It’s not too far. Less than 10 minutes. But when we get outside please can you hold Emma’s hand as we have some roads we need to cross?” Sabine asked.
Once that I was out of the Pampers facility I did feel a renewed level of self consciousness. I looked down and saw that my t-shirt didn’t go much beyond my waist line and I could see a noticeable nappy bulge in my pink leggings. I pulled the hem of my t-shirt down and the material was stretchy enough to help ensure that I kept it covered up.
I almost wished I hadn’t noticed it as what had been a level of undeniable excitement about going to the play centre had now been tempered. The other problem I had was that I couldn’t hold Emma’s hand, which she had taken eagerly as soon as we had left the playroom, as well as my bottle and the hem of my t-shirt all at once, so as soon as my grip on the bottom edge of my t-shirt was released it spring back up to its original place. There wasn’t much I could do about it so I just sucked on my bottle and drank some more of the addictive juice while we walked.
As we got to the next road I looked to see if there were any cars coming and was about to step out when I heard Sabine yell.
“Stop there is a car coming, remember they may come from a different direction here to what you are used to in England.
I was a little embarrassed that I needed to be reminded of that and almost walked out into the road without checking both ways.
After what was thankfully a relatively short walk we arrived at a large, modern and colourful building. I hadn’t shaken off the self conscious feeling so I had pretty mixed emotions as we went inside. As soon as we were through the doors I was met with a sensory onslaught of sights and sounds. It was huge and like nothing I had seen before. It looked actually pretty amazing and for a moment all my concerns vanished as I took in the environment.
Sabine led us to the reception desk and I may have been wrong, but the girl behind the counter and Sabine seemed to know each other. They briefly chatted in German, so I couldn’t tell what they said but after a couple of minutes Sabine paid with a credit card and we were allowed in.
First we headed over to a locker area where Sabine asked us to take off our shoes, which were to be subsequently put in one of the lockers against the wall. Emma bounced up and down excitedly whilst Sabine helped her undo her shoe laces. Having taken off my own shoes I sat and watched Emma and Sabine and my self consciousness started to return. I could feel the absorbent material squashed between my bottom and the wooden bench. It’s not that it was particularly uncomfortable but it just was a reminder that was difficult to ignore. All of a sudden I decided that I didn’t want to go and play. Maybe it would be better if I just sat and watched I thought.
Emma clearly has other ideas as her impatience almost overflowed and only caused Sabine to have to take even more time removing her shoes.
“Girls before you go and play and get all sweaty I need you to drink plenty of your juice and milk.
You can go and play, but I want you to keep taking the odd break to cool down and have a drink. OK? Is that a deal?” Sabine announced in what came across more of a statement than a question. Emma just nodded before she shot off for the nearest part of the huge climbing area, as soon as Sabine let go of her hand, which she had held in an attempt get Emma to listen to her instructions.
My demeanour was almost the polar opposite of Emma’s and I chose to just stay where I was sat and watch Emma disappear into the distance. Sabine must have noticed the look on my face and sat next to me.
“What’s the matter Amy? Do you not want to go and play?” She asked softly, to which I just shook my head.
“Why is that? You seemed excited earlier.” She probed further.
I hesitated before I answered. I thought about not telling her how I felt at all, but I decided it may work in my favour if she knew how I felt as she didn’t seem to listen properly to my side when I tried to explain earlier.
“It’s just.... that.... people can tell..... that...” I stuttered, as I found it surprisingly hard to come out and say it out loud.
“That you what.... Amy?” Sabine enquired further, with a genuine look of concern. Although I was surprised that she didn’t get the hint at what I had tried to say.
At that point a mother and two children came and sat next to us and what little confidence I had to finish the sentence quickly vanished.
“It doesn’t matter.” I said abruptly.
“Amy please I want you to feel like you can tell me if there is something upsetting you. Ok. So please tell me what’s the matter.” She added assertively but in a sort caring manner at the same time.
“It’s ok it doesn’t matter now. I am fine.” I replied having decided that I really didn’t want to have the rest of the conversation in ear shot of others which would only serve to bring more attention to me.
“Well I am not sure that it doesn’t matter and I can’t force you to tell me, but if you change your mind I am here.... ok”. Sabine added as she gave me a little cuddle.
“I do have a really important job I need you to do for me though. Would you be able to do that do you think?” Sabine enquired.
“What job?” I queried, with a level of intrigue.
“Well you see Emma’s Mum was a bit nervous about Emma playing her on her own. She sometimes finds it difficult to play with other children. But I told her that you would be here too and that Emma seems to be getting very comfortable playing with you. I said that I am sure that you would help look after her and play with her while she is here.
Once she heard that you would help make sure she is ok, her mum was a lot happier. I am a bit too big to go on some of the things in here so it would be really good if you could go and find her and make sure that she is ok. If you can’t find her come back and tell me in a few minutes, otherwise if you could stay with her for a bit I am sure you will have some fun too.
Could you do that for me?” Sabine requested.
It was really hard for me to say no to such a heartfelt request. Plus I had noticed how Emma seems to struggle to interact with others sometimes and I now started to a worry a little that she is either sat on her own somewhere or worse still may get picked in by other children.
“Ok I will see if I can find her.” I answered.
“That’s really nice of you, thank you Amy. You are such a good girl and I am sure your mum will be proud of how you have been kind to Emma. I will be sat over by the cafe over there where I can see quite a lot of the play centre but not all of it, so please come and find me if you need anything and please make sure you pop back for a drink and why don’t you have a quick drink now before you go” Sabine pleaded.
She seemed genuinely pleased that I had agreed to help and that made me feel good inside, so I took a large mouthful of my juice beige I tentatively headed over towards where I last saw Emma. Finding her was not going to be a simple task as here was what faced me was a huge, tall, multi-levelled play frame with padded floors, climbing sections and slides.
I paused for a moment to see if I could see her from the bottom, but I couldn’t, so I decided there was nothing else to do but start climbing and see if I could find her. There were quite a lot of other kids playing too so it was hard to spot her. I tried to think about what she wore and even if I couldn’t quite tell if it was her I could perhaps find her from the colour of her clothes.
I must have looked for about 5 minutes and started to get a bit worried that I hadn’t found her. I was about to contemplate climbing back down to tell Sabine when I felt someone suddenly jump on my back.
“Hiiiiiii”. Emma shouted down my ear hole. She completely startled me and made me jump. But at least I had found her, or more like she found me.
“Come and see this!” She shouted excitedly before she ran off ahead of me.
I had no choice but to follow her through more of the maze of the padded play frame. Eventually we got to a part where you could climb even higher. It’s a little hard to explain but there were stepped sections with a sort of webbing that you climbed higher and higher until you got to the top. You had to climb up onto one and then spin around and climb up onto the next one and vica versa all the way up. Each level was quite low so it looked like you had to kneel and crawl up onto each section one at a time and then squeeze through the opening to the next.
It was clear this is where Emma was heading as she quickly ran to the base of the first step. She tried squat down to climb onto the first one, as opposed to getting up onto it on her knees. As she squatted down and leant forward her t-shirt rode up her back, which coupled with the fact that her leggings had slid down slightly, had the unfortunate side effect of exposing a fairly large amount of her nappy.
The waistband which extended about 1 1/2 to 2 inches was a pale turquoise colour and was pulled snugly across her lower back. Below that the nappy was mostly white. Below the turquoise waistband and in the middle there was a turquoise square with rounded off corners. In the middle of the square I could see, what I had to come to recognise, as the pampers heart logo. From each side of the square there was a thick, pale turquoise line that formed a kind of arch and from memory extended all the way to the front, along the leg elastic.
As she struggled to navigate the first step her nappy remained stubbornly exposed and I had an overwhelming feeling of needing to try and help her.
“Emma stop” I shouted, as I rushed to catch up with her.
Emma turned around and saw me bundling towards her, but instead of stopping she seemed to think it was a game as she rushed to climb up and out of my grasp. Before I could make it to the first step she had already climbed up to the next one and having mastered her technique was busy climbing the third.
I clumsily made my way up the first step. As I was taller than Emma it was harder for me to climb from step to step. I looked up and could see through the gaps in the webbing that Emma was getting further away with every minute.
“Emma wait!” I shouted again. But she didn’t slow down.
Every time she transitioned from one side to the other I would get a flash of white and turquoise nappy, but there was nothing I could do to help as I slowly made my way up behind her. At one stage she actually stopped and I thought she was going to actually wait for me. But as I got within two steps below her she started to climb again and gave me a mischievous smile.
I was about 3/4 of the way up when I heard some other kids below me catching me up. I was so annoyed that I was so slow and all of the smaller kids were quicker than me. So I doubled my efforts and tried to climb faster. I looked up and could see that Emma had made it to the top and was sat waiting for me, so apart from the kids catching me up from below there seemed little point in rushing as any thoughts I had of trying to save Emma some embarrassment had proven to be futile.
I slowed my pace slightly and whilst I had been so fixated on trying to spare Emma’s blushes I had been careless about being careful about myself. I was half way through climbing up one of the last remaining steps and reached my arm back to make sure that my t-shirt hadn’t ridden up in a similar manner to Emma’s. I slid my hand down the back of my T-shirt until I felt the hem at the bottom and then I was somewhat shocked to find that I then felt an inch or so of bare skin before my fingers snagged on the waistband of my nappy. I continued to work my fingers downwards and I felt what must have been at least 2 inches of nappy material before I finally found the waistband of my leggings.
I felt my face flush uncontrollably as I quickly tried to grab the waist of my leggings with both hands and pull them up as high as I could. I then pulled my t-shirt down as far as it would go, until I was content that I had managed to cover everything up.
Still reeling from that moment I heard a noise behind me and saw that here was a girl on the level immediately below mine. I felt my heart beat quicken as I tried to figure out if she had seen my wardrobe malfunction before I had managed to fix it. I scanned her face for an indication that may help me know, but all I could see were kind eyes and a warm smile.
The girl gestured something to me which again cause my heart beat to surge as I couldn’t tell what she meant, but I relaxed a little as I am pretty sure her gesture meant that she was asking to get by, as she squeezed past me and carried on up to the top.
I followed her up and met up with Emma who had fortunately not run away again. I watched the girl make her way towards the entrance to a tube slide. She sat down and then turned around to look at me. She gave me another warm smile before she pushed herself off and went down the slide.
“Why didn’t you wait for me when I told you to stop?” I questioned Emma, in a manner that bordered on angry. I know I came across annoyed and immediately felt guilty. In reality, I was more annoyed at myself for being careless than I was at Emma.
She looked back at me a bit confused and almost upset and this made feel even worse.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout. It’s just that I wanted to help you sort your leggings out. They have sort of fallen down a bit. I reached around and made an attempt to pull her leggings up at the back, but it was awkward the way she was sat and I wasn’t sure I had really made much of a difference.
Emma’s little face still looked a little lost after my outburst, so I decided I needed to try and do something to make amends.
“Do you want to go down the slide? Do you want to go first?” I asked as I tried my best to make the request sound fun.
Emma’s face immediately responded and her broad and slightly mischievous grin returned. Without a word she shot off and headed towards the slide where the other girls had just been.
I struggled to catch her up as she didn’t hesitate to slide straight down it. I had no idea where it went and how to find her again if I didn’t follow so ran to the slide as quick as I could to make sure I didn’t fall too far behind.
The slide was fun and longer than I expected as it took me all the way back down to the bottom. As soon as my feet hit the ground and I was out of the tube I searched for where Emma had gone and just caught sight of her before she disappeared again a she ran into another channel under the climbing frame.
I ran after her and struggled to keep up, she was really fast. As I turned one of many corners it suddenly opened up into a big, high square. In the middle was a big ball pit and I saw Emma dive straight in. I admit I did get quite excited at this point as I had always absolutely loved ball pools when I was younger. So I decided that if you can’t beat them join them and jumped in too.
As soon as my feet landed i immediately lost my balance and tumbled clumsily and accidentally bumped into Emma. I apologised but rather than be annoyed she laughed loudly before she jumped on top of me. This made me sink deeper into the balls and made it even harder to get up. I tried to get only all fours and just about managed to do so before I felt Emma jump on my back like she was sitting on a horse.
“Giddy up!” She shouted in between almost hysterical laughs. I loved it that she was having so much fun. I tried to crawl around a bit, but it was really hard.
“Oh no I have fallen” Emma suddenly screamed, before she somewhat deliberately fell forward and over my head. As she did so she dragged my t-shirt with her and practically all the way up to my arm pits. So I jumped up onto my knees and pulled it back down. I realised that the waistband of my nappy would have been on show a bit again as it didn’t seem possible to get my leggings to cover it. But in that moment I was having so much fun that I started not to care.
Emma bounded back up and jumped on me again, which knocked me over. I was now on my back and she was sat on top of me, so decided I needed to start to fight back, after all I was bigger and older and so far she had been winning the wrestling contest. I decided some underhand tactics were needed and started to tickle her sides.
She immediately doubled over in a fit of giggles and tried to get away. She rolled off of me to one side which meant I lost my ability to tickle her and she then started to crawl away. So I jumped up and grabbed her ankles so she couldn’t get away. I then dragged her back towards me before I sat on top of the backs of her thighs which gave me a perfect tickling opportunity. Her leggings still hung low and her t-shirt has ridden up again as I pulled her towards me, which again exposed a large part of the back of her Active Fit pampers. So I quickly pulled her leggings up and her t-shirt down as best as I could before I re-started the tickling onslaught.
Emma bucked and writhed in a never ending barrage of laughs and giggles as I mercilessly tickled her. I carried on for quite a long time until I could tell she could hardly breathe. For a moment she just laid there as she tried to catch her breath. I took a moment too and reflected on how much fun I was having.
I climbed back off of Emma, which gave her the opportunity to get up but she laid still for a moment longer. Before she suddenly turned her head towards me and with that now customary mischievous grin. In a flash she was back up on all fours and launched herself at me, which knocked be back over and onto my back. I tried to get up but was stopped as Emma jumped and sat on my lower tummy. She then devilishly started tickling me under my arms and down by my neck.
I had always been super ticklish so Emma’s attempts were immediately very successful. I quickly giggled uncontrollably as she seemed to determined to get me back. I tried to grab or block her hands but we had started to get a bit sweaty and she kept slipping them out of my grasp. I started to get out of breath. But also in what was probably a combination of the tickling and her bum bouncing up and down on my bladder I suddenly felt like I was about to wee.
“Emma stop. Please...” I tried to shout in between involuntary laughs. But she didn’t stop, in fact she seemed to try harder and I struggled to cope with the relentless tickling.
I fought back with a well targeted tickle under her right armpit and she finally rolled over and off of me in order to defend my counter attack. The respite allowed me to catch my breath and regain my senses. Fortunately the urgent need to pee feeling had also gone and I decided that I was reasonably sure that I had managed to hold it.
“Come up here”. Emma shouted, before she pointed to one of the high, elevated levels that surrounded the ball pit.
At the base of the level there was a tube that went all the way up to what looked to be some sort of gun platform. Emma instinctively went to the bottom of the tube, picked up a ball and offered it up to the open end of the bottom of the tube. In a flash the ball had been sucked up and shot up the tube.
“Cool!!!” Was my immediate reaction as I headed over to have a go.
“You have a go at that one she instructed”, as she pointed towards an identical set up on the opposite side.
I did as she suggested and was quickly engrossed as I sent ball after ball up the tube. I don’t know how many I had done, but my concentration was broken as I felt a ball strike me on the back of my left shoulder. I looked over to where Emma had been and couldn’t see her. Then another ball shot over my head and I finally saw Emma on the platform with a ball gun pointing at my head!
I managed to dodge the next one before I climbed up to my own platform and manned an identical ball gun. As I stood and tried to figure out how it worked a ball struck me on the top of my head. I heard a howl of laughter from Emma as I was now even more determined to get my own back.
The ball gun fight was huge fun. We had to keep running back down to feed more balls up the tubes to reload the ammunition, which meant we were really vulnerable as we did this. I always kept a few balls back and waited for Emma to reload before scoring some good hits as she did so. She didn’t seem to figure out my tactic and it was very successful. On the other hand Emma was a great shot and I really had to keep my wits about me as she managed to score some hits herself, even when I was crouched as best as I could behind the gun.
I don’t know how long we had been playing, probably quite a long time when Sabine suddenly appeared.
“Emma, Amy, please come and get a drink”. She called up to us.
“No we are playing!” Emma replied, stubbornly.
“Come on Emma be a good girl and come and get a drink then you can play some more.” Sabine pleaded.
Sabine then looked up at me and even though she didn’t say anything I sensed that she wanted me to come down, which she hoped would be the catalyst for Emma to come down too. I was actually very thirsty and quite sweaty, so a drink sounded pretty good at that point.
“See Amy is coming, so please can you come too?” Sabine continued as I made my way down to the ground.
Emma responded this time and climbed down as well, before we all followed Sabine out and into the open area.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Nov 16, 2019 at 10:13 AM
Content: Just writing to say the story isn’t dead. I have written half of the next chapter. Apologies for how long it’s been since I last updated it, it’s just that I have to be in a specific mood to write and I haven’t been in the mood for a while.
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Author: Ruud26
Timestamp: Mar 22, 2020 at 10:04 AM
Content: Hi everyone. I know it’s been a huge gap from my last chapter. But I have written a little more so hopefully you can remember where we were up to so the next chapter makes sense. As always comments welcome.
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We followed Sabine back to a set of tables and chairs. I saw our bottles on one of the tables and also noticed Sabine’s grey backpack that she had brought. A few, although not all of the other tables were occupied, but my main focus was getting something to drink as I was hot, sweaty and thirsty.
Sabine sat down before she picked up my bottle and held it out to me. I eagerly approached,
grabbed the bottle with both hands, quickly titled my head right back and drank enthusiastically. I could feel the refreshing juice flow down my throat and it felt really nice. I was on my 3rd or 4th gulp when I felt Sabine pull me closer to her and she also rotated my body through 90 degrees so that I was now side on to her. I was a little puzzled so I lowered my bottle in order to get a better view of what she was doing.
I felt more than saw Sabine put one hand on the front of my leggings and the other hand on my bottom. Before I could say a word I felt her squeeze the front and back of my nappy. I immediately realised what she was doing and had a moment of panic as I really wasn’t sure if she had found any unwanted side effects of my earlier tickle fight.
The nappy check was thankfully very quick, but as mine and Sabine’s eyes met, her gentle smile didn’t really help give me any indication of the results of her check.
“Emma come and get something to drink” Sabine instructed as she gently eased me to one side. I still had some residual thirst to quench so rather than stand their awkwardly I decided to take another sip from my bottle as I nervously waited for Sabine’s next move.
Emma was equally seduced by the offering of refreshment and in an almost carbon copy of what had just happened with me, as Emma embraced her bottle and began to drink, Sabine took the opportunity to pull Emma closer to her. She again manoeuvred her so that she stood facing off to one side. I couldn’t help but watch as Sabine with seemingly well practiced technique pressed and squeezed her hand against the front and back of Emma’s nappy.
I quickly glanced around and was happy to see that the rest of the play centre seemed to be completely oblivious to the sequence of events at our table. As I scanned the other tables, which mostly consisted of bored looking parents my attention was brought back to Sabine as she suddenly stood up and grabbed the bag of supplies that she had brought. My heart began to beat faster as I was unsure as to what was going to happen next. I tried to convince myself that I was dry and that Sabine had found this to be the case with her impromptu check. But there was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind that stubbornly refused to go away.
“Amy” Sabine announced, which almost made me jump.
“Please could you wait here for a moment, I just need to go and change Emma, I will be as quick as I can.”
It took a moment, but I began to realise that this must have meant that I was dry after all and I had been worrying about nothing. A wave of relief passed through me and I actually started to feel surprisingly confident and almost even cursed my self for having doubted anything else.
“Yes ok” I replied, unable to contain a slightly smug smirk.
Not unsurprisingly Emma was not very impressed with Sabine’s insistence that her play was to be interrupted. In the end she had to be taken by the hand and led towards the toilets. I was also keen to carry on playing too, but whilst the temptation of the play centre was strong and there was so much of the play centre that I had yet to explore, I knew Sabine had asked me to stay put so I decided to sit down and wait.
As I sat at the table I looked around and noticed that the girl from earlier was having a snack at a table not far from ours. She was sat with what I assumed to be her mother and brother. Her brother was quite a bit younger although it was hard to guess his age as he sat facing away from me. The chairs were pretty basic and not very comfortable, as they just consisted of a seat and a fairly narrow back rest, with a large gap in between the two. I decided the boy must have been around 3 or maybe 4 tops, mainly due to his height but also due to the fact that the blue waistband of what I assumed to be a disposable pull-up was visible above the elasticated waistband of his shorts.
Seeing someone else in protective underwear should have made me feel a little better, but the fact that it was a boy who was clearly much younger than me and yet had already transitioned onto pull-ups meant that this was actually of no comfort at all. Having noticed how his shirt had ridden and the gap in chair I instinctively reached around, leant slightly forward and felt my own lower back area to make sure I was not putting on a similar display.
My fingers traced down the back of my t-shirt until I felt the bottom edge. I proved further and found a little bare flesh, before the tips of my fingers contacted the paper thin edge of the upper extremity of my nappy. Only after a few centimetres of further travel did I eventually find the soft material of my leggings. I sat up straight and simultaneously pulled the back of my shirt down whilst nervously looking around to see if anyone would have potentially noticed. I decided I didn’t think there had been anyone behind me who may have seen anything, but I was still unhappy with how the combination of my t-shirt and leggings had again seemingly collaborated to expose my nappy to the world at every opportunity.
Having contented myself that I was all covered up, there wasn’t much else to do but sit and wait. I started to get a little bored. The girl and boy had gone off to play again and apart from the odd tannoy announcement that I couldn’t understand there was nothing for me to do, other than to take another sip of my drink. Thankfully it wasn’t too much longer before I heard and then saw Emma and Sabine return.
“Come on Amy lets go and play!” Emma shouted as she grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
I actually struggled to keep up as Emma let go of my hand and sped off ahead and around the corner. She immediately headed towards what appeared to be a huge inflatable slide. On the right hand side there were some inflatable steps which Emma had already started to climb.
“Emma, wait for me.” I shouted.
Emma paused for a moment, turned around and gave me a mischievous grin before she resumed her climb. The momentary pause had given me some time to close the gap and I was right behind her as we climbed the tricky steps. I thought it would be quite easy but the steps were soft and squishy and so it was difficult to avoid climbing really clumsily. Emma clearly had similar issues as her reasonably obviously padded bottom repeatedly ended up inches from my nose as her ascent came to a momentary halt.
We finally reached the top step, but this one seemed the tallest step of all and Emma was struggling to get enough traction to propel herself up. In the end I put my hand on her bum and gave her a strong push which resulted in her landing on the top with a giggle.
We both then crawled and sat on the edge of the top of the slide. I must admit it looked way higher when sat at the top than it did at the bottom and I suddenly became really nervous and unsure.
“Ready, set ...”. Emma shouted, obviously keen that we slid down together.
“Wait. I am not ready!” I shouted back.
I tried to hide my nerves, but I don’t think I did a particularly good job. What was even more annoying was that Emma seemed to have no fear whatsoever.
“Come on it will be fun.” She beamed before she grabbed my hand. “ Lets go down together”
I still wasn’t convinced, but Emma now had a fairly firm grip on my hand as she edged her bum closer and closer to the edge. I squirmed a a little such that I was also now closer to the point where gravity would take over. My nerves weren’t getting any better and I suddenly felt like I needed a wee. It was probably just my nerves but it did nothing to help the situation.
Emma edged further still and I watched as the friction of the slide started to be overcome. The pull on my arm meant that even though I didn’t want to I also slid slightly further forward. I tried to stop myself from going and Emma’s grip finally gave way as I watched her start to shoot off down the slide. Even though we were no longer holding hands it had been enough to ensure that my path to the bottom was now inevitable and I quickly followed her down.
I was initially shocked at the rate at which my speed increased and I struggled to hold myself straight. My tummy felt funny and tickled as I flew down at an ever increasing rate of speed. What I also found was that it was really difficult to stay straight as my legs pedalled away almost uncontrollably as I tried to keep my body from twisting and spinning sideways. In the end I couldn’t stop myself from rolling over onto my side and hit the bottom completely parallel to the bottom of the slide.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I hit the bottom and I met up again with Emma who was also in a fit of giggles. I am not going to lie, whilst it was initially scary it was also super fun. Emma clearly thought so too as she had already decided to have another go. I was also keen to do it again so I followed her up the steps again.
The climb the second time was no easier and I ended up adopting Emma’s technique of scrambling on all fours as opposed to trying to stand up straight and walk up as if they were normal steps. There was nothing firm enough to hold onto and the steps moved around too much. It wasn’t the most elegant of ways to climb but it was a lot more effective.
Once at the top again, I was surprised to feel the nerves return as I notice feeling of needing to pee had come back. I tried to dismiss it and be brave as I watched Emma literally launch her self from the top and hurtled down the slide even faster this time, clearly without an inch of fear or trepidation. I tried to remember how much I enjoyed it the last time and edged my way closer to the tipping point of the slide.
I was definitely more confident this time as I kept shuffling forward until I started to feel gravity overcome the friction. The first bit always seemed the worst when there was a rush of acceleration and I had no control. Then just like last time I started to go sideways and no matter what I did I couldn’t keep myself straight. This time instead of trying to use my legs to pedal myself back straight I tried to rotate the top of my body to counteract the rotation. It didn’t really work as first I ended up in my side before I rolled completely onto my front and finished the last quarter of the slide going backwards on my tummy.
I could hear Emma giggling behind me as I tried to scrabble back to my feet. My t-shirt has ridden up almost all the way to my arm pits in the front which I corrected before I looked around to find where Emma had gone. Perhaps not surprisingly she was already at the bottom of the steps and about to make her way up for a third go. I paused for a second unsure as to whether I would follow her. The slide was huge fun but the climb was hard work. In the end, the lure of the adrenalin kick won the battle and found myself again heading to the top.
After this final go I had already decided that it was time to do something else and it seemed Emma was similarly minded as we ran off together to further explore the play centre.
I was staggered at how big the place was. It must have been twice as big as any indoors play area I had ever been to, maybe even three times. As we turned a corner my eyes lit up as I saw they had bungee trampolines. These are trampolines where you are strapped into a harness around your waist which has bungee cords attached to it which means you bounce super high. I have seen them at fairs and theme parks before and desperately always wanted a go. Like everything with this place though these trampolines were on another level, much bigger than I had ever seen before. The kids were bouncing so high up in to the air, it looked like so much fun.
Emma and I looked at each other and with broad smiles we ran to join the queue, which had probably just under 10 people in it. I had hoped it wouldn’t be a long wait but there were only two trampoline and you seemed to get quite long time before they swapped. That coupled with the unstrapping and strapping in each time meant it started to take ages before even the people at the front got their turn.
The wait in line was made worse by the fact that all the juice I had consumed earlier had started to makes its presence known in my bladder. I needed to pee, but as we had waited the line had grown even longer behind us and we were now only a couple of people away from the front, so I didn’t want to lose my spot and I really didn’t want to have to wait all that time again. So I decided the best plan was to just hold onto until after my turn and then find Sabine to go to the toilet.
Another 10 minutes or so went by and I was finally next in line, with Emma behind me. I perhaps should have have been polite and let her go first as she is younger, but the pressure in my bladder was stronger than my sense of politeness, so I snuck in front as we approached the front of the queue.
It was only a few more minutes I reminded myself as I struggled to stay still, hopping from foot to foot. I felt alive with nervous energy. Due to both excitement at how much fun it looked, a level of nerves from how high you go in the air as well as the effort and attention needed to hold my pee at bay until I was ready to release it into a toilet as opposed to my pants.
At long last it was finally my turn as I watched the man unstrap a boy from the harness. He had a beeming grin on his face which told me he had really enjoyed it and that made me even more excited and impatient. As the boy vacated the spot I took my place where he had stood and saw Emma watching on, clearly just as eager for her turn as I had been.
First the harness was wrapped around my waist and connected with a buckle before he pulled on a strap and I felt the padding of the harness around me pull tight and press against my body from every angle. He seemed satisfied, but to me if anything it felt too tight and the pressure against my tummy had done nothing to improve the pressure in my bladder.
Next he grabbed the first of two leg straps. He pulled a black strap from the back and between my legs. This brought the padded leg restraint up and around my inner thigh before he attached it to the harness on the side of my hip, with a buckle that looked just like a seat belt. He did the same on the other side before he pulled again on black straps, but this time it caused the harness to pull taut around my legs.
I looked down at the harness around my body and was mortified to see it had excentuated and perfectly framed the unwanted bulge from my nappy in the front of my leggings. I was suddenly very conscious of the number of people that were watching and felt a sudden flood of anxiety. The pressure in my bladder hadn’t relented and I was held so securely in the harness I couldn’t even squeeze my legs together to battle the ever increasing urge to pee.
I started to wonder whether this had been a good idea and whether I should have been more patient, but then a whirring sound reminded me that it was too late now and looked up to see the bungee cords being pulled higher and higher. The man who had strapped me in briefly disappeared from view as he moved behind me, but I felt him grab the harness at my hips and I started to bounce. I remember from watching the others that the staff stand behind you and start to bounce on the trampoline to get you going. After that the bungee cords start to take over and you bounce higher and higher.
My bounces started to increase in height with every touch of the mat. I wasn’t really pushing off hard yet I still gained more height each time. Then I heard a change in pitch of the whirring sound and all of a sudden it seemed like the bungee cords doubled in elastic strength as I was flung into the air. It took my breath away and was genuinely exhilarating. I looked down at the people watching as they shrunk in size as I was propelled into the air. Once I reached the top my tummy felt funny as gravity took control and I fell back to the earth. As I reached the bottom the harness pulled tight against my body, almost like it grabbed hold of you and flung you back towards the sky.
I reached the top again and the feeling in my tummy was even stronger this time and I quickly recognised it wasn’t just a feeling in my tummy. The alternating g forces on my body seemed to have a proportional affect on my ability to hold my bladder. I started to panic and tried to slow or reduce the height of the bounces, but every time my feet touched the mat even though I tried not to bounce, the harness grabbed me again and threw me up in the air.
It was an impossible battle to win and, as desperately as I tried, eventually I felt the first leak of pee leave my body. I almost managed to stem the flow until I reached the apogee of my trajectory again and a mixture of g forces and the distraction of the tickle in my belly meant that this time my defences were completely overcome and I felt a strong gush of wee start to flood into my nappy. It was an intense mix of physical sensations on top of strong emotions. The pee kept coming and the bungee cords ensured I kept bouncing, there was simply nothing I could do.
After what felt like an eternity the flooding finally stopped and I started to become more aware of my surroundings. I had a tear in my eye as my emotions still flowed strongly. I looked down and saw Emma watching. She kept shouting at me to try and do a back flip, but I had little interest in trying such things and just wanted it all to stop.
After what seemed like an age the height of my bounces began to reduce and after another 30 seconds or so my turn was finally completed. As I came to a halt the man came to unstrap me and I was grateful that this process was a lot quicker than the strapping in process and I was quickly free of the harness. He said something to me in German, but I couldn’t tell what he said. I think he asked if I was ok, so I just nodded, not wanting to engage in any kind of conversation.
Emma rushed to take my place and I briefly turned to watch her get strapped in, but suddenly being stood next to all the people who had just watched me, my emotions again took over and I just needed to get away from that area.
I turned and ran back towards the climbing frame section. As I ran my nappy felt heavy and swollen between my legs and pressed against my bottom with every stride. I just wanted to find a place to hide, so I climbed as high as I could and searched until I found a quiet, dark corner and sat.
As my bottom touched the cushioned platform I felt the sodden padding of my nappy get compressed against my skin. The weight of my body squashed the absorbent material and forced pee that had been initially absorbed and collected to spread wider. I could feel the wetness move along the inside of the nappy, trace along the internal leak guards and then get absorbed by less saturated parts of my nappy. I felt sure it was going to leak but I didn’t see what options I had, other than to sit and cry.