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Author: gbab65
Timestamp: Feb 12, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Content: Satisfied

I was an 8 year old girl when my brother Sam was born to my mom and step-dad and I thought he was great. I immediately became mom’s little helper and did what I could to help and by the time I was 10, I was even changing his wet nappies. I left the dirty ones to mom, even though I was fascinated by the whole operation.

I was also helping out nipping to the shopping arcade by where we lived to pick up bits and pieces between the weekly shop. These extra shopping escapades were for the usual bread, milk and nappies. I always spent my time looking though the nappies making sure I selected the right size. They were always on the shelf in size order horizontally and brand vertically. On one of my visits I happened to notice a new brand had come in which was Peaudouce baby slips and looking across, they were also at the far end meaning they were in the bigger size. Inspecting this new pack, I saw they were labelled as childsize, 20-25Kg. Not infant or junior but child and this got me thinking that they would fit me.

Helping out with Sam, I had always fantasised about what it would be like to be in nappies again myself. It was a rare thing but it did happen occasionally where I would sometimes not be able to hang on and I would have an accident and wet my knickers. I had even wet my bed a couple of times that I remember, but this was usually after a late night and I had been so tired that I didn’t have a wee before going to bed. On these occasions. Waking up in a wet bed, I really wished I had been in a nappy.

That year, when we were going on holiday, we were on the motorway and got caught up in a traffic jam when I needed a wee and I couldn’t hold it any longer and wet myself. Mom wasn’t angry at me and just helped me change an hour later at a service area but it was really embarrassing. She got me clean knickers but also had the idea to slide a nappy into my knickers just in case. It wasn’t big enough to fasten on, but it was close and my knickers held it firmly in place. I really liked this solution but didn’t say anything. It was wet by the time we arrived but neither me nor mom said anything about that.

Mom knew on this holiday, we would be doing some driving to get to some of the places she wanted to visit, but she was also concerned about me having another wetting accident. After seeing that I never complained about the nappy on the way down, she offered me another nappy for the day out. I never said yes but I didn’t say no either and soon I had a nappy in my knickers again for the day, mom even changed it twice as it got a bit wet.

That evening when we got back, mom nipped to the supermarket and came back with a new pack of nappies for Sam. We were getting through them quickly with two of us using them. but she also had another packet of the new Peaudouce baby slips, which were bigger, for me. After tea as I was getting my nightie on, mom asked if I wanted to try one of the new nappies just to see if they fit me to which I agreed. I was soon taped into a proper fitting nappy which I loved. Mom said I might as well leave it on for bed to see how it felt and I never objected. I also never mentioned that I had not gone to the loo for a wee before bed like I always do and mom never mentioned it either. I had wet my nappy before I even went to sleep. I woke up in the night needing a wee as well but realising I was wearing a nappy, I just relaxed and wet it again.

The following morning, I came down to breakfast still in my nightie that was hiding my nappy underneath. It still felt comfy as I had my morning wee in my nappy too, These were big enough to hold everything I needed it for.

Mom asked me how I felt and I said great and then she asked how the nappy was and I said it was still comfy. We had breakfast, then as planned, mom said we were going out in the car so I was to take my wet nappy off and have a quick shower before I got dressed. How did she know my nappy was wet as I never mentioned it.

I went into my room, undressed and balled up my wet nappy and put it in the bin. After my shower. I went back into my room and mom was laying my clothes out including a new nappy. Mom offered to help and had me taped into my new nappy before I could blink. Stretchy shorts and a t-shirt and looking down at myself felt as though I was discreet. I went downstairs where mom had just finished dressing Sam and was packing a bag with a handful of Sams nappies and also a handful of my nappies, she was clearly expecting me to need changing, so I took this as permission to use my nappy.

We were soon off in the car to go exploring a castle and a fishing village. Sure enough on our way there in the car after we had been driving for ages, I felt I needed a wee. Remembering I was wearing a nappy, I just relaxed and let it flow. This was everything I imagined it would be and better as I got the nice warm feeling on my bottom as I wet it and it didn’t go cold like it would if I was only wearing knickers.

When we got there, mom let us out of the car. As Sam was getting out, mom had a grope between his legs feeling his nappy then did the same with me. Mom then declared that we were both wet but will be ok for a bit before she needs to change us. I was now being treated exactly the same as Sam and I was loving it.

We went into the castle and started climbing up the spiral stairs up to one of the turrets and I was following a family of two girls and a boy with their mom and dad. The two girls looked like twins a bit older then Sam but not much and they were both wearing summer dresses, the stairs were so steep that I could clearly see up their skirts at their very obvious nappies. I was glad I had put shorts on. That is until I saw the little boy in front of them and he looked about 5 or 6 and I could see he was wearing a nappy too as it was showing under the legs of his shorts, I wasn’t so confident about my nappy being hidden now but soon forgot about it and enjoyed our exploring.

We had been doing loads of exploring when we found the café, first stop was the loo’s and I went in with mom and Sam into the baby change. Sam was hoisted on to the cabinet and changed as he was stinky, I had seen him squatting down at the top of the turret. Then it was my turn and mom pulled my shorts down, untaped my nappy and wrapped a new one round me without a second word. It now seemed I was back in nappies permanently, but I had a concern.

“mom, what if I need the toilet” I asked

“well it hasn’t been a problem so far” she replied

“yeh, but what if I need the other”

“well you can tell me that you need to be changed if I don’t notice it myself and I will probably know if you’ve had a poopy accident. Or you can wait until we get back and use the potty”

“so I’ve got to go poopy in my nappy and I won’t be in trouble if my nappy gets used likes Sam does”

“No darling, you will not be in trouble. I’m the one who put you in a nappy so it is my responsibility not yours. I don’t tell Sam off, why would I tell you off.”

We went out to the café and got crisps and pop with me now feeling as light as a feather and not a worry in the world, mommy was looking after me no matter what.

The next day, after breakfast, we got dressed again and mom said we going to visit my aunty and cousin who were on holiday nearby in a caravan. Straight away I was nervous, my cousin was 14 year old Steve and I loved him so much it hurt. I was worried he would think I’m still a baby if I’m wearing my nappy and told mom.

“I can’t go and see Aunty Silv and Steve dressed like this, it will spoil everything, they will think I’m a baby.” Mom smiled at me and said

“Trust me, you’ll be fine. Nobody will say anything about it or treat you any differently. They probably won’t even notice. It is just you being hyper-sensitive. Nobody said anything yesterday and we all had a great day. OK”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure, so let’s go then” so we all jumped in the car and we were on our way.

We finally got to Aunty Silv’s caravan and Steve was outside kicking a ball about by himself. We got out of the car and said hi to Aunty Silv who was sitting out on the decking and then I went over to Steve so I could be with him playing with the football. I was still a bit self-conscious about my nappy but had only had a couple of little wee’s so far, so it wasn’t expanding yet. Steve was dressed in his T-shirt and shorts and pair of training shoes and seeing me coming over, kicked the ball to me. He then said

“Let’s play catch” so I picked the ball up and threw it at him. Steve leaped into the air, stretching up to catch the ball. As he jumped up, his T-shirt lifted up from his shorts exposing a white band above his shorts, but I only got a quick glimpse. As we continued to play and Steve was jumping up and landing and rolling over, I became more entranced by his underwear I kept getting flashes of. It was quite noticeable and bulky threw the leg holes of his shorts when he was on the floor and seemed to go quite high at the back above his shorts and then I saw it. He had reached up to catch a ball in front of me and stood with his hands in the air to catch the ball and I could see his white underwear clearly above his shorts at the front and it was shiny, plastic shiny. Even more was the fact that I could see two tapes on the front, tapes like on my nappy. Putting it all together, I realised Steve was wearing a nappy too.

My big cousin Steve, my favourite person in the world and who I admired more than anybody was playing with me and he was wearing a nappy, just like me my big cousin Steve was wearing a nappy. This was perfect, no wonder mom told me not to worry. She must know that Steve is in a nappy too. I couldn’t stop staring and grinning at him.

“what’s up with your face” he asked

“I can see your nappy”

“That’s OK, I can see your nappy too” he then squatted down

“What you doing” I asked

“just give me a sec, I’m having a wee” as he squatted there wetting his nappy. I followed suit and squatted down and did a wee at the same time. I couldn’t stop smiling at him, I loved him even more than I did before if that was even possible.

I was suddenly aware that I had a problem, I had relaxed so much to have a wee, that I had pooped as well. I was mortified, I got up immediately and ran to my mom almost crying in embarrassment. Mom seeing me running to her held her arms out for me and caught me. Seeing me almost in tears, she said

“what’s up honey” and I whispered back

“I think I’ve had an accident”

“is that all, you’re in a nappy, it’s OK, you’ve been having accidents all holiday”

“I know but this one is different, I think I’ve pooped a bit”

“OK, have you finished or do you still need to go”

“I still need to go”

“well go on then, then I’ll get you changed. There is no point in changing if you are going to mess it straight away.”

“but……”

“no but’s, just do your business and then I will get you changed” so I squatted down hiding behind mom and pushed to finish my business. This wasn’t so bad, cold wet knickers felt far worse. I really was getting the whole experience, far more than I ever expected or bargained for. I really did feel how Sam looked with a big saggy bum.

Aunty Silv called Steve over and she was having a feel of his nappy round his bottom and said

“Come on then” and holding his hand. Lead him into the caravan.

I stood up as I finished my business and asked mom

“can I get changed now.”

“Yes darling, let’s just wait for Silv to finish changing Steven first”

“What! Aunty Silv is changing Steve’s nappy?”

“Yes, because she is his mommy, just like I am your mommy and I am going to change your nappy” I just stood there grinning at the thought of Steve having a nappy change. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I got. I changed Sam’s wet nappies al of the time, would changing Steve’s wet nappy be the same, I could only dream, me and Steve together in nappies. Would that mean that he would have to change me?