Natalie Tries a Size 8

We arrived and met up with my Dad and Robbie at the entrance.
Steven paid for everyone while Dad had paid for himself and his son.
“Natalia, you take Tristian to the lockers to get changed,” Steven told me.
I was holding my stuff and I took Tristian’s hand and took him into the locker room.
I took him into a stall since I didn’t feel comfortable getting changed in front of anyone.
We were at a fitness center with a swimming pool to go swimming.
I took off all his clothes and shoes and I stripped down too. I got out a disposable swim nappy and took my nappy off and put it on. I put my bathing suit on and then I got Tristian into his swim nappy and his swim trunks. I grabbed everything and found an empty locker to put it all in. I shoved everything in and only kept the towels and I took the key out and wore it around my wrist. I took him out to the pool and Steven and Landon were already out here. I met up with them and put the towels on the chair.
“Whoa Natalie,” said Landon.
“What?” I asked.
“Your body, you’re looking…what happened?”
“She works out a lot,” said Steven.
“Only about a half hour a day five days a week,” I said.
“I can see your chest bones,” said Landon. “I can even see your shoulder bones too.”
I felt my bony shoulders. I liked feeling how small I had gotten and feeling my bones.
“You better eat more so you don’t get sick on us,” said Landon.
“I will just eat more sweets,” I said.
It seems like no matter how much healthy foods I eat, I will keep losing weight so I have to eat junk food to maintain my weight or give up exercising. I liked my muscular arms and I wanted to tone my legs and my butt to make them smaller.
Landon walked away and went towards the pool. I took Tristian to the toddler area. It was just shallow water and they had tiny water slides.
I went down the tiny slides with him. Then Steven came over and took over and I went to the big pool. I was going to swim some laps to see how fast I could swim and I can get some work outs that way.
I got in the pool and started swimming. I saw my Dad and my little brother. Swimming like a pro was very hard. I also tried some back strokes.
Then I decided to go down the water slide so I got out of the pool.
When I slid to the bottom and went down the steps to go back to the pool, Dad stopped me.
“Let me see your back,” he said.
He felt it and looked down my suit and said, “You have gotten too skinny, you are looking anorexic, you need to put some weight on so you won’t get sick.”
I looked at my body and I did not look like a Holocaust victim.
Why was everyone shaming me for being skinny? I am still at the bottom of my normal BMI. I eat some sweets for the extra calories to maintain my weight.
I swam some more and I got cold so I got out and dried off with a towel and sat.
“Done swimming?” Dad asked me.
“I got cold,” I said.
“Really? You really need to put some weight on, you’re cold because you don’t have any body fat.”
“I still have it in my thighs and butt,” I said.
“You don’t have enough. We all need some body fat. You’re starting to look sick.”
“Why is it that when I put on some extra weight when I was thirteen, none of you told me I was getting too fat but you have no problem telling me I am getting too skinny? Huh?” I said.
“You were not fat,” said Dad. “You were a teen, your body changed, lot of kids get a little big in puberty.”
“But I got way bigger because I shouldn’t have weighed that much because there were adults who weighed less than me and other kids older than me. I figured out I was big and no longer skinny and now I have finally gotten the body back I had as a child.”
“You will never be that skinny again because you are an adult, you will look anorexic if you lose any more weight,” Dad warned me.
“Did Mum look anorexic when you met?” I asked.
“She was pretty skinny but she wasn’t healthy and then she put some on and she looked good.”
“But did she have bones showing?” I asked.
“Her rib cage, her back spine and shoulder blades and she had bony knees and elbows and hips. Then she put on at least ten pounds and she looked good.”
I sat down in a chair all wrapped up in a towel. I peed and it felt very warm like I was sitting in a puddle. It leaked out of course and went on the chair. Swim nappies are not meant to contain urine.
I got done drying off and I went back in the water again. While I was taking Tristian for a swim in the deep end, I pooped. I was so glad to be wearing disposables because I would hate to clean off a swim nappy. I brought Tristian back to Steven and told him I needed to change.
I went in the locker room and got a swim nappy out of my locker and went to the showers. I set my swim nappy on the bench and I turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. I took off my bathing suit and ripped the swim nappy off. It was all over and I rinsed the poop off in the shower. Then I turned the water off and got out and I put the clean swim nappy on and put my bathing suit back on again. I threw the poopy one away and washed my hands and went back to the pool.
I went down the water slide again.
We swam for about three hours before Tristian started to get tired and we had to leave. I didn’t mind leaving because I was cold anyway and I kept getting out and warming up.
I got changed into a fresh nappy and got dressed and I got Tristian dressed too and also had him in a fresh nappy. He saw me in mine of course and pointed to it. “Mummy’s nappy.”
“Someday I will be the only one wearing them and you will be using the potty soon like everyone else just like Grandpa, Daddy, and Uncle Robbie and Grandma and Grandpa Wilums and Landon,” I said.
“Only mummies wear nappies?” he asked.
“Just the ones who have a broken body,” I said. “You don’t have a broken body, you have a working body.”
He felt my back and said, “Broken.”
“Yep, my skin is broken, it’s called a scar,” I explained.
Tristian was finally talking and using sentences. He was saying single words back in May and June and now he was finally stringing sentences together.
We got done getting dressed and I got our shoes on and we left the locker room. I threw my swim nappy away again of course.
We met up with Landon and Steven. Dad and Robbie were also done swimming too.
We took the cab home. We didn’t drive here because parking was limited and we didn’t know how many people would be here. Dad and Robbie had also taken the cab as well to get here and they had parked at our house.
“Hey, I can watch Tristian for the weekend if you and Natalie want a break and have time alone together,” Dad said to Steven.
“Natalia, what do you think?” Steven asked.
“Sure, I don’t mind,” I said.
“Okay, I will get him Friday night.”
Dad and Robbie left and it was just us four alone.
Steven took Tristian upstairs and Landon and I cooked in the kitchen. Landon really knew how to read recipes and understand them. I could never figure it all out despite taking classes and books can’t talk back so you can’t ask them any questions when you don’t understand something. I can only do simple recipes.
Landon got out all the stuff we needed and said we were missing a few things so we needed to go to the store get it.
“I guess that means you want me to take you huh?” I asked.
“That isn’t going to be a problem for you is it?” he asked.
“Of course not,” I said.
“Dad,” he called. “Dad?”
“Shhh,” I heard Steven say. “Your brother is sleeping.”
“Natalie and I are going to the store to get some stuff for food,” said Landon.
“Okay,” said Steven.
We left in my car. We went to Waitrose because it was the closest to our house and they had free parking.
I talked to Landon on the way.
“Are you happy about school starting again for you?” I asked.
“Uh yeah, it’s okay.”
“You’re not going to miss all the free time you have been having?” I asked.
“I’ve been working all summer.”
Landon was already going into year 13 and school was about to start in a week for him. Year 13 is basically 12th grade. I remember he was only six when I first saw him and then he was eight when I first moved here and now he was already seventeen.
I talked on the way about his education and then he said, “Uh Natalie, I am not sure how to say this but you have already made some mistakes on the road, you should stop talking so you won’t get a ticket or get us into an accident.”
“Oh, you’re right. I am such a terrible driver,” I said.
“No, you were just distracted. You just gotta watch the road and not talk.”
I didn’t talk the rest of the way and we arrived at the store. I found a car spot and parked there. We got out and went inside. Landon looked for what we needed and we were passing the nappy aisle when he started looking at them.
“I don’t need any more right now. We still have a half pack left of them,” I said.
“No I was thinking how they might fit you.”
“What?”
“You have gotten so skinny, I bet they would fit you now.”
“Oh stop, they wouldn’t absorb enough for me or hold my poop.”
“I was joking. But I still think how funny it would be if you wore one of them.”
“Why would it be funny?”
“I don’t know. It just seems funny.”
We left the aisle and Landon found what he needed. We went to the checkout and I paid for the stuff.
“We left and I felt my nappy getting warm. I doubt a baby nappy would hold all this.

We got home and Landon carried the stuff inside. We went back to cooking. Landon helped me so it felt like he was older than me. I felt I should know all these things.
We cooked and Landon told me what to do. We talked also and he liked putting his arm on me and giving me nice touches on my shoulders and back. It felt so good I didn’t want it to stop. Landon likes to touch me for some reason and he really gives me nice touches. He also really likes me as his step mom. I’ve never adopted him. His mum doesn’t want me to adopt him and I respect that. I’ve looked into it and if I adopt him, then Taffie would lose all rights to him as a parent. Steven doesn’t want me to adopt either for the same reason. I am sure Landon doesn’t want to lose his mother. Plus he lives with his mum most of the time and now he has been living with us more and more now when he isn’t in school ever since my cousin and her kids had moved out. Now he has his own room now.
After dinner was made, I had a little break and Tristian had woken up then. He came downstairs carrying his Peppa Pig. Landon played with him and I did the computer. I played Disney Magic Kingdom on my computer. I was four months into the game.
Soon, dinner was ready and we all ate. Steven did the dishes. I put all the food away and put Tristian’s food in a container and stuck it in the fridge.
“Yeah she doesn’t like any food going to waste, and she was the one who taught us to not clean our plates if we are full,” said Steven.
“What?” I asked.
“I was just telling Landon here how you like to save food if it’s not eaten and have it later.”
“What was he saying about me?” I asked.
“You just like to scoop everything in a container for later even if it’s half eaten,” said Landon.
“I don’t want food to go to waste,” I said. “And I am not going to make my kid clean his plate, that is how people are fat these days. They are basically taught to over eat.”
“I remember Mum always made us clean our plates when we were kids,” said Steven. “I always got tummy aches. I think she realized after that she was giving me too much so she made a little less food.”
“Jeez, why didn’t she just make you not clean your plate and just put the rest away for leftovers?” I said.
“Mine still tells us to eat everything on our plate,” said Landon.
“Tell her to not put so much on your plate,” I said.
“I do.”
“Doesn’t she do leftovers?”
“Apparently lot of people have never heard of it. I guess they don’t know why stores sell food storage containers. “Hey what are these things, oh they are for putting food in when we go somewhere like on a picnic or for traveling,”” Landon joked.
I never understood clean your plate rule, that is a way to make kids fat in their adulthood because they learn to overeat and scientists wonder why obesity has gotten higher. I was glad mine never made me clean my plate and we also did leftovers. If Mom didn’t feel like cooking, we would have leftovers instead for dinner. If I hadn’t finished my dinner the night before, that was my lunch the following day because it would be in my lunch pail. I always hated it but after I had started to buy my own food, I understood. This is another thing I don’t understand about people, why not put the food away in the fridge and have it again later for their next meal so it’s not going to waste? Do they not know about it?
After the kitchen was all cleaned and the dining room table too, we all relaxed and then Landon went to bed in the guest bedroom. It had been his room all summer. Tristian’s bedroom is Alex’s old bedroom. I had gotten rid of all his stuff now but photos of him. I had to declutter the house. We saved the bed for Tristian and the wardrobe and the dresser and the table and chair. We also saved the toy chest so we got rid of lot of his stuff but the furniture. There is no trace in our house Alex once existed because I don’t want anyone to know about him and I don’t want to mention how he was violent towards me and towards Tristian and how he chased me with a knife once and how he drowned in the pond when he left the house while I was away at my inlaws. I just don’t want to deal with all the judgements and after all, everything is always the parents’ fault. The kid can’t be mentally ill or have a behavior disorder or be a sociopath. If we ever move, no one will know about Alex. Luckily none of our neighbors had mentioned him and nothing had changed. I think that is better than being blamed on his behavior and death and being given looks and bad treatment. Just act like it never happened and he never existed, that is better. But I still see him sometimes in my sleep and he is a happy boy and non-violent. I don’t tell anyone about it.

The next day, I checked my game again and I collected a lot of magic from each attraction and character after their finished quest.
Landon was watching TV while Tristian was playing at the coffee table with his toys. Steven was at work.
We just hung out at home and then Landon had to go to work so he got ready and left. I had to take care of Tristian now. Landon had given him attention this morning. I just watched him while he played and then he was cranky and I put him down for a nap. While he was sleeping, I went up to my nursery with my phone and I set my tripod up and I started to pleasure myself in my nappy while recording. I was stripped down to my birthday suit and socks and nappy and bra. Then I took my bra off and I massaged the outside of my wet nappy.
Steven has no idea I do these things for extra money and I put it on my Onlyfans page. I wear a mask of course to hide my face. While I was massaging my nappy, I started pooping again. I showed them my messy nappy I had on and then I got a clean nappy and wipes and rash cream and a changing pad. I readjusted the phone to have it face the floor. I made sure I laid in the spot where the supplies were so I could be in the whole thing. I undid my nappy and showed the mess inside of it to my phone. Then I started to clean myself off. I used many wipes and I rolled the nappy up. I also peed on the changing pad. I unfolded the clean nappy and laid it on the floor and got on top of it. I put rash cream on and pulled it up between my legs and taped it shut and rubbed the outside of my clean nappy. Then I turned the camera off. Just then Tristian started to cry. I put everything away and threw my nappy away in the wastebasket and I left my phone on the tripod. I got my clothes back on again and went to his bedroom.
I got Tristian out of his cot and I checked his nappy and changed him and put him back to bed but he kept on crying. I just waited ten minutes and he never went back to sleep. I had to go back in there and get him. I went in his room and I was surprised to see he had gotten out of his cot.
“I guess you are ready for a big kid bed,” I said.
I uploaded my video to my Onlyfans page. Then I plugged my phone in and went downstairs with Tristian. I gave him some lunch and I did some cleaning again. The lawn needed to be cut but I decided I would do that tomorrow and have Landon watch Tristian while I go cut it. I emptied the dishwasher and did some laundry and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I then started to make dinner Steven had picked out for me to make. I read the instructions he gave me on my phone. He doesn’t write because his writing is unreadable for me and he says he never had good handwriting. Now he types or texts everything.
I put the chicken on the pan and let it heat up on the stove. Steven said it should only take like 20 minutes. I put multiple chicken breasts in the pan. I also ready the directions on the box for the rice to figure out how to cook it.
While the chicken breasts cooked, it made lot of smoke so I opened the window and turned the stove fan on. I also cut up the lettuce and tomato.
I kept turning the breast over but it burned and it smelled and it stuck to the pan. I got a butter knife and cut one of them open and I decided it was done. I did my best and we can just cut the burnt part off.
Landon then came home. He walked in through the door.
“Did something burn?” he asked.
“The chicken did,” I said.
Landon came in the kitchen and looked at it and said, “This isn’t quite done and did you put any olive oil on it?”
“No,” I said.
“You need to do that so it won’t burn and it will be all shiny.”
“You dad never told me to do that,” I said.
“Well now you know.”
Landon put it back on the stove and he put olive oil on it and started cooking it for me. I just did the dishes again and wiped the counters.
Steven soon came home and we all sat down and ate. We cut off the burnt off parts on our chicken. Tristian ate his and the rice but not the salad. Landon did the dishes and Steven decided to take us all out for ice cream.
We all went out to the car.
“Anyone have in mind where you want to go?” Steven asked.
“Ben & Jerrys, Baskin Robbins, McDonalds,” I said.
“You always think of American places,” said Landon.
“I don’t know of any chains here that are ice cream places that are from here,” I said.
“Well we can always go to the store and buy some,” said Steven.
“I just want to get some ice cream,” I said.
“So what do you want, store or ice cream place?” Steven asked.
“Ice cream place,” I said.
“Whichever you guys want,” said Landon.
“Okay, I guess this is all up to where I take you then,” said Steven.
We left and Steven took us to the same store I had went to when Landon needed some stuff for cooking. He found a place to park and we all got out. We went inside and I headed to the ice cream and looked at the different flavors. I looked at the different kinds too. I picked out Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked flavor. It was mixed with vanilla ice cream and brownies and cookie dough and chocolate ice cream. Steven got a box of ice cream bars on a stick. Landon pick out a box of ice cream cones with ice cream already in them.
“Okay, ready?” Steven asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
We went to check out and Steven paid and we went to the car and Landon opened his box and took out an ice cream cone while Steven opened his and took out a ice cream bar on a stick. I had to wait until we got home before I could eat mine and Tristian started to reach his arms out but Steven told him he has to wait until he gets home to have one.
Tristian kept fussing on the way home and we had to keep telling him he has to wait until he is home. Then finally Steven had given in and told Landon to just give him an ice cream and keep an eye on him so he won’t make a mess.
Landon took an ice cream cone out of the box and took the wrapper off the top and gave it to him. Tristian had stopped fussing and started to eat it.

When we finally made it home, I went in the kitchen and ate ¼ of my ice cream and put it in the freezer for later. It had too many calories for one small container.
I had checked my game again and gathered more magic and set their characters to their quests.

Landon stayed with us for the next few days and he went to work for one last time before school starting again for the year. I noticed Steven had been acting a little different lately. He was less talkative and wanted to be alone and he seemed less responsive. I figured it was just stress from work and I just needed to leave him some space so he can recharge himself. He even snapped at me about the smell of my messy diaper and then apologized for snapping at me and getting mad. He explained his nose was just sensitive right now and I needed to change when I poop. He said he would do it but Tristian is here and he can’t be by himself.
I finally got the IKEA tools for Tristian’s cot and I went in his room and took the side of his cot off making it into a toddler bed. I put the side bar on and put the cot part behind the cot against the wall.
“There,” I said. “All done. Tristian, look, you have a big boy bed now.”
Tristian looked at it and crawled into his bed and back out again.
Landon came home from work finally while I was making dinner.
Landon helped me again so the food would be good.
“Have you noticed your father has been acting different lately?” I asked.
“Yes, I don’t know what to tell ya about it.”
“Maybe it’s just work stress,” I said.
“I’ve never seen an adult act that way from work stress,” said Landon. “I hope he isn’t having a nervous breakdown.”
Steven soon came home and he didn’t say anything to us. He just went straight upstairs and he didn’t even come down.
“Natalie, go get my dad now and tell him we are ready to eat,” said Landon.
I went upstairs and found Steven in our room. He was pacing around in in there.
“Steven, dinner is ready,” I said.
He just nodded and I went back downstairs.
I sat at the dining room table and we all started to eat. Steven came down later and he didn’t even talk about his day or even ask us about our day. This was so unlike him. I was happy he did do the dishes and washed the counters and the next day, Landon went back home to his mum’s.
“Will you let me know how my Dad is doing?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said.
“I want to know if he gets any better or worse,” he said.
“Sure thing.”
I also noticed Steven seemed to have gotten lazy because he has been more disorganized and getting upset when his stuff is moved. Plus he has been running late for work now because he can’t seem to be organized anymore in the mornings. I’ve had to help him and then I find out he had missed his stop so he was late to work. Luckily he wasn’t fired but he was lectured about it by his boss.
He came home early and he had a bag with him and told me he had a surprise for me.
“Natalie, I got a surprise for you,” said Steven.
He opened his bag and took out a pack of size 8 Baby Dry Pampers. Those had just came out. I had seen them being sold on ABUniverse UK.
“I want to try these on you,” he said.
“Those are not going to hold much,” I said.
“I just want to see it on you, I think you will look cute in it.”
“Steven why are you home so early?” I asked.
“I got sent home. I don’t know what is happening to me. I can’t seem to do the stuff anymore I used to do and I had an episode at work and I was sent home.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I hope you are not having a burnout from acting like a normie over the years,” I joked. “You seem to have been autistic lately. Maybe you really should get diagnosed.”
Steven didn’t say anything.
“But at least you’re still my daddy,” I said. “I hope you don’t get burned out from that.”
“How can I not get burned out from that? I love taking care of my baby girl and I want to see you in these, I will put one on you when your father has Tristian for the weekend.”
Steven still acted different and I just had him be by himself while I tried to do everything alone. Then Steven came out and said he needed someone to hold. I gave him Tristian instead.
But Steven wouldn’t take him and said, “No, I want you.”
“We’ll I’m here,” I said.
Steven grabbed me all off a sudden and pulled me to the sofa and sat me down. He held me and rubbed me. This became his routine everyday and Tristian would want to join us.
The weekend came and Dad came and got Tristian. Robbie came inside and he played with Tristian for a little bit while Dad asked us how things had been going. I told Dad about Steven and he told me it might be stress from work and he knows how that feels because he has gone through it too back when we lived in Portland, Oregon. He would drink to deal with it and taking care of my mother and four kids. It was all very stressful but her mum would come sometimes to help out but even her mum was stressful for him because she liked to run the household liked she owned the place and was still trying to make decisions for her daughter. Dad even told me stories I never knew about.
“One day she threw out all your mum’s knickers just so she could wear nappies because she thought that was a better choice for her than trying to use the toilet so she had to go out and buy more again after her mum went home for good,” said Dad.
“I never knew she did that,” I said.
“She did because she was so controlling and thought it was best for her. All her kids had moved far away from her as possible because she was so controlling.”
“But we lived a few hours from them and so did Aunt Bridgett and Aunt Elizabeth didn’t live very far from them,” I said.
“I meant her other kids. None of them would ever call her about their issues or tell her about them if they did talk to her because they didn’t want her to butt in but your mum didn’t have a choice here. She would go through lot of burnouts and sometimes getting hospitalized.”
“I hope that isn’t happening with my husband,” I said.
“Well I am here if you need my help,” said Dad. “I am semi-retired. You also have your in laws. They are retired so they would be more available. He will be having a break now from your child so that should help him.”
We didn’t actually live in Portland, we lived in Washington but we lived fourteen miles from the border and he worked there. But Dad likes to say we lived there because we lived close to it and most people are familiar with the town. I have no idea how many people here or around the world know about that city other than people in North America.
I got Tristian’s things ready and I got his car seat out of my car and set it outside for Dad to put in his car. Dad put it in his and he took Robbie and Tristian.
“Okay, let’s get you changed,” Steven told me.
He took me upstairs to my nursery and put me on the changing table. I knew he was going to put one of those size 8 diapers on me. Steven undid my trousers and took my nappy off. He cleaned me up and rubbed my pussy and then he took the used nappy away and opened the Baby Dry Pampers and took out a nappy. They looked small. He unfolded it and put it under me. He pulled it up between my legs and he got one side done and it touched the front and it was right on the edge. He did the other side and he pulled on it hard and it touched the other side too. I was shocked they fit but barely. The nappy went between my belly button and pelvis.
I felt it.
I got off the changing table and I was expecting the tabs to snap off but they didn’t. I fixed the nappy and the bottom still felt loose around my pelvis but it was snug around my hips.
“They fit you very good,” said Daddy.
He decided to fix my nappy again while I was standing and the nappy felt better. The tabs were just on the nappy than on the side where the parent grips their fingers onto when putting on the nappy. It was also closeup to my belly button. I couldn’t believe how far they stretched. Daddy put my trousers back on me and I went back downstairs.
“Actually, I want to see the nappy on you so take them off,” said Daddy.
I took them off and left them on the floor.
I couldn’t believe I could fit into a baby diaper now. I have not fit into them since I was little. I remember they didn’t fit when I was 10 and they were tight on me when I was seven so I wore youth nappies. Now with the sides being stretchy, I could wear them again. But I had doubts these would hold.
Daddy looked at me and said, “oooo you look so cute in that nappy.”
“Does it turn you on?” I asked.
“I am turned on. My baby girl is wearing a baby nappy.”
I did the computer again and I looked at my nappy again and they tabs were still holding and the sides. I peed and I was surprised it didn’t leak. I felt it and it felt squishy. I could see the sides were just hanging around my hips and hugging them. It was all just bone there and the sides stretched around it. I couldn’t stop checking it thinking the sides were going to pop.
I could feel myself peeing each time and I couldn’t stop feeling the chair. I was impressed how much these were holding. I am guessing these were made for bigger kids like special needs or bed wetters. I stood up and walked around and the nappy was lower on me from all that weight from the pee. I rubbed the outside of it and it was all nice and squishy. I noticed the tabs were slipping off the diaper because of where they were now so I readjusted it so it would feel snug again. I danced around in it to see how strong these were. They stayed on the whole time. I stayed in this nappy longer to see how much these held. I noticed they didn’t hold much as my nappies because I felt it leaking so I found Daddy in our room. He saw how saggy the nappy was and he took me up to the nursery and put me back on the changing table.
He removed the nappy and cleaned me up and put another size 8 on me. I decided I could stay in these for only two hours without them leaking.
“How did it feel changing these on me?” I asked.
“Sexy. Seeing it wet on you and taking it off really turned me on. I get to change you more often now.”
He picked me up and carried me down the stairs to the main floor.
“I hope you don’t make me wear these all the time,” I said.
“No no, I am just having fun seeing you in them. I wouldn’t make you wear them to bed or outside or anything.”
I wondered how these would hold with my poop if my body decided to do a bowel movement.
I did my normal activities until bed time and I was wet again. Daddy decided to put a real nappy on me this time. The size 8 nappy was soaking wet in the middle. I was sure it could hold more but I didn’t want to risk leaks.
“I will put another baby nappy on you tomorrow,” he said.
He held me again because he wanted someone he could hold. I let him do it to help make him feel better. He then let me go and I did the computer again and I watched some youtube videos on bad drivers.
After watching two videos and being on my third, I pooped in my nappy.
At least my body waited until I had a real nappy on.
I stayed in my mess and I went to bed messy when I got tired.

The next day Daddy changed me up in my nursery. He put a size 8 nappy on me again and he threw my adult nappy away.
I wore it again for two hours and it stayed on and never fell off. The nappy did get lower on me as it got wetter. I felt myself doing a big pee in it while I was on the computer and Steven was near me when he heard me going.
“Is someone having an accident in their nappy?” he said.
I felt my nappy again for any leaks and it was very soggy. Daddy rubbed his hand on the nappy and then he headed upstairs. He came back down with another size 8 nappy and wipes and rash cream and changing pad.
He laid it on the living room floor. “Get on the floor little girl,” he said.
I got on the floor and laid on the changing pad.
Daddy massaged my nappy.
“You should get a picture of me in this?” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“So I can put it online, I will put a emoji on my face.”
Daddy kept rubbing me and I asked him to take a photo of me like this. Daddy got my phone and snapped a picture of me on the floor. He showed me the picture and I liked it.
Then he started to take my nappy off. He cleaned me up and had my legs in the air. He rubbed rash cream on me and put a fresh size 8 nappy on me. He pulled it up between my legs stretching it to its maximum and then he put the nappy on me and the sides were stretched to their maximum. The tabs were on the far side.
Daddy rolled the wet nappy up with the wipe inside and threw it away in the kitchen and he washed his hands.
I readjusted the nappy a little so it felt more comfortable.
“I think I will keep these in you from now on,” said Daddy. “I enjoy changing them on you. I want to see you poop in one.”
“How are you feeling now Daddy?” I asked.
“Still bad.”
“What’s been going on at work? Is your boss an asshole or are you being bullied at work?” I asked.
“I don’t know what is going on with me. I feel my brain won’t let me do things anymore and I can’t stop having outbursts. I’m worried I am going to lose my job now.”
“Just don’t start drinking on me or doing drugs,” I joked.
“I won’t Natalia.”
“Are you sure you aren’t going through a burnout from years of being normal?” I asked.
“I will just go to a doctor and see if I can get a medical leave so I can have a break and then go back to work.”
“Are you sure this isn’t a burnout?” I asked.
“Natalia, I said I am not autistic so this is not a burnout.”
“You never know, I have read online about some autistic people the high functioning ones being normal over the years and then they lose their normal skills and can’t do anymore what they used to do so they get worse,” I said.
“You read weird stuff online but I assure you that is not what is happening to me. And I don’t believe in autistic burnouts, maybe it is just anxiety they are having or maybe a nervous breakdown. Maybe they are just stressed.”
“How come you don’t believe in it?” I asked.
“Because then everyone would be going through burnouts for making themselves do things. Every mentally ill or disabled people would go through a burnout from being ‘normal.’”
“I think my mom has burned out sometimes when I was a child because that would explain why she would start isolating herself and my grandma had to come down and help out so my brother wasn’t doing all the work. But then she would get over it and be better again.”
I started to get a little worried about my Daddy.
“What are we gonna do if you lose your job?” I asked.
“We will worry about that later when we get to that bridge,” said Daddy.
“I can be a sex worker, I will see if I can work for UK Diaper Gals,” I said.
“I don’t think they would take you because of your damaged body. You have scars.”
“I can still try though, maybe they will do body diverse.”
I didn’t tell him about my Only Fans page and me making my own videos in my nursery. I do it when Tristian is napping or when Daddy is in bed or if Tristian is with his grandparents or if Landon isn’t here.
“I don’t want you being a sex worker, I don’t think that is right,” said Daddy.
“But what about diaper porn, what if we did that and made money off of it?” I asked.
“I don’t know. It might ruin your acting chances and your future employment.”
“I can wear a mask,” I said. “I made pretty good money as a nappy stripper in Seattle. Then I had to quit when men wouldn’t stop harassing me and the place didn’t give a shit.”
“I don’t like the sex industry,” said Daddy.
“Why not?”
“I think it’s a form of prostitution. You are selling yourself out there for sex.”
“That will be something I will do if I need money so badly, you can do it online now.”
“You wouldn’t need to do it, you have me,” said Daddy.
“Not if you lose your job if you have lost your ability to be normal. I have been giving you space.”
“And I appreciate it, I feel I have been neglecting you and not been taking care of you. I will try to get better.”

I went through four more size 8 nappies and I did finally poop in one. It filled the whole nappy and Daddy changed me up in the nursery. He showed it to me and I saw the mess went up the nappy to the very top. I knew those probably wouldn’t hold my mess because of how low they are and the fact they don’t cover my whole butt.
Daddy put me in a real nappy this time because Tristian would be home very soon. He also brought me down to our room and he put a pair of my trousers on me.
I was on my computer again when Dad and Robbie arrived with Tristian. He dropped him and his stuff off and Dad said hi to me and he left with my brother.
Daddy did not even come out to see my Dad and he just stayed in our room.
The next four days were hard again and Daddy finally decided to go see a doctor for his breakdown. His boss also agreed he would let him work from home until he gets better. I was so happy, now Daddy was going to be home with me all the time. He was also happy too and said he got to be with his babies now. But I was disappointed when he said I cannot expect him he will be around to change my nappies just because he is here because of Tristian and he has work to do.
“But it only takes a few minutes,” I said.
“I know Natalia but I can’t take a break every time you need changed or else I lose minutes.”
“I don’t need to be changed that often during the day,” I said. “It’s not like you will be changing me every hour.”
“You just gotta trust me on this, I will change you on my break and if Tristian is napping but you need to be an adult here. When I am working here, you need to act like I am not at home because I am working. I can’t be distracted but I will still get to see you two when I have my breaks and when I eat lunch and we can spend a little time then and then it will be back to work.”
“I love you daddy,” I said.
He hugged me.


The End