Natalie's Potty Training Jan 11, 2015 22:09:10 GMT
Post by Bad Beth on Jan 11, 2015 22:09:10 GMT
I am not really into potty training role playing or wet pants and accidents but I decided to try it for this story since Steven has a fantasy about putting a woman in diapers and because Natalie is incontinent, he has no way of doing that so they role play it so he can put her in diapers.
I have no idea when this takes place. It just takes place after Natalie is married.
“Okay Nat, five more days until we began potty training,” said my Daddy pointing to the calendar.
I looked at the calendar. I didn’t want to give up my nappies but Daddy said it was time we try again and maybe this time I will do it. Daddy has tried potty training me in the past and I would always end up back in nappies because of too many accidents. He just says we will try again later and I was just not ready yet.
I went back to my computer and went back to reading and browsing the internet.
Five days passed and I lived my life as an adult, waking up, taking my son to school and also picking him up, doing some housework, and I still played my Nintendo 3DS and did the computer and watched some TV. I am not much of a TV watcher as I used to be nor a console gamer but I still have the games and still get them sometimes. I just like to go out and dig into the DS games that have gotten cheap and looking on ebay. I was also working too part time. But today was my day I was going to hate, potty training.
Daddy woke up with me and he changed me and I was surprised he changed me into a clean nappy but he said he wasn’t going to start yet until everyone was gone. My cousin Christina was going to take all the kids out, her daughters Alexis and Haley and my son Alex so it was just going to be Daddy and me alone.
I played on my computer and I could hear everyone downstairs. Daddy got Alex ready for me and Christina got her kids get ready and soon they left and Daddy came upstairs.
“Okay Princess, it’s time. Put your toy down and come to Daddy,” he said.
I sighed and put my computer aside. I got up and Daddy took me to the toilet. He pulled my trousers down and took off my nappy and put me on the toilet.
“Now I want you to sit here like a good girl until I come and get you or you will get corner time if you leave that toilet,” said Daddy.
He left and I just sat here bored. I hated this. I was not looking forward to a wet pad and wet knickers and trousers.
I could hear Daddy digging through my chest through my AB things. Then he came in the bathroom with a little girl outfit and big girl pants.
“I guess you didn’t have to go, we will try again in a half hour, stand up dear.”
I stood up and pee came trickling down my legs.
“Get back on the potty,” Daddy ordered.
I sat back down quick and the pee stopped.
“That’s okay honey, it was just an accident, you will get it soon.”
Daddy got the wipes and he cleaned me up and the mess in front of the toilet. Then he put a thick pad in my knickers. No way would that pad hold my accidents but it delayed the wet trousers. Daddy then put my feet through the holes and had me stand up and he pulled them up over my bottom. They were My Little Pony pair, the new My Little Pony. I like the old school one better. I used to watch it on The Disney Channel back when I lived in the states as a little girl whenever we got the channel for free or whenever my Dad decided to pay for it before it became part of cable.
Daddy took off my top and put clothes on me he picked out. Then he took me downstairs for breakfast.
“Do you want pancakes Princess?”
“Yeah,” I said and I panted like a dog.
Daddy then started to make breakfast. I started to wet myself.
“Uh oh, pee,” I cried.
“Oh, had an accident?” said Daddy.
“Yeah, I want my nappies back,” I said.
“Just keep trying, go sit on the toilet until breakfast is ready,” said Daddy. “Do you need help with your bottoms?”
“No,” I said.
“Holler if you need me.”
I got up and went to the toilet on the main floor and pulled my trousers down and sat. The pad was soaking wet. I pulled it out and threw it away. My knickers stayed dry though. My accident wasn’t big enough for the pad to leak. Then Daddy stopped by and handed me Alexis’s Leapster. “This will keep you company.”
It was a handheld gaming system for little kids. All the games for it are educational. I turned it on and started to play it. I played what she had in the system. It was just a Crayola game. I played a maze game drawing a line to where the game told me to draw it to. It was either to a star or statue or door. I did find it kind of boring but I know a kid will find this fun. My son loves playing with this too but once he has it in his hand, no one can take it from him or he will get very upset. He doesn’t seem to understand it’s not his toy. I didn’t understand either but at his age I did.
Soon Daddy came back and told me he had my food ready. I had peed in the toilet and Daddy wiped me clean and got a clean pad and put it in my knickers and pulled them up. He saw the pee in the potty and told me what a big girl I am and he is so proud of me. Then he took me back to the kitchen. I sat back down in my chair and Daddy put a bib around my neck. I found it ironic because bibs were for babies and I was getting potty trained so I was a big girl now.
“Daddy, bibs are for babies,” I said.
“You still need to wear a bib so you won’t get food all over your shirt,” said Daddy.
“But I’m a big girl.”
“Big girls wear bibs too. Haley still does and she is toilet trained.”
Christina is a dirtohphobic. She doesn’t want her kids getting all dirty so she makes them wear aprons and stuff when they play with paint or do anything messy and she makes her youngest wear a bib still. She also still makes her use a sippy cup and I have told her she will get teased at school if she goes into reception with a sippy cup than a regular cup. That is what they call kindergarten here and kids start it at age four instead of at age five like they do back in the states except California. I wonder if she sort of got that from my Dad and if OCD runs in his family. My Dad is a messophobic so everything must be clean and perfect and must look like the parade of homes. He was less without kids but now that he has a son again, he is back to his old self. At least he didn’t go back to drinking. So whenever I am watching her kids, I let Haley drink from a regular cup in the kitchen so she can learn to drink out of it without spilling. I wonder how Alexis learned. I wonder if someone also let her drink from a regular cup and then Christina finally let her when she saw she could drink from it without spilling.
Daddy had two pancakes on my plate. He used a kiddie plate for me. I took a sip from my sippy cup.
“If you want more baby girl, here is more in this pan here,” Daddy pointed on the counter and he showed me.
I saw my pancakes had no syrup. “What about syrup?”
“Oh I forgot.”
He got it from the cupboard and poured it all over my pancakes. “Let me know when it’s enough.”
As he poured the syrup onto my pancakes, I felt my crotch getting warm again.
“Oh no,” I cried.
“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked.
“I peed again.”
I was still peeing and I swore my pad leaked.
Daddy put the syrup down and felt my crotch.
“Let’s get you changed and then you can have your breakfast.”
Daddy took me upstairs and my crotch was all wet and so was my butt. He took me to our room and he lied me on the bed and he pulled off my trousers and my knickers. I was hoping he would put a nappy on me and tell me this wasn’t a good time to start again so we will try another time. He grabbed a wipe and cleaned me up and instead of going to our wardrobe, he went to my chest again and took out another pair of big girl knickers and got a pad and put it in them and slid them on me again. He also put me in a new outfit and tossed my bottoms in the dirty linen.
“Just try and hold it sweetie,” said Daddy.
“How can I if I can’t even feel it?” I shouted.
“I’m role playing sweetie, just keep trying.”
Daddy brought me back to the kitchen and he poured more on my pancakes and I told him it was good.
He put the syrup down and put some pancakes on his plate and poured some syrup on them and sat down next to me. Daddy took my fork and picked up a knife and started to cut it for me. When he was done he let me eat my food.
“Make sure you use your fork,” Daddy reminded me.
I used my fork as I ate. I always eat with silverware, even when I was two I used a fork and drank from a regular cup. My mum says I copied everyone. So I don’t understand why adult babies who roleplay as a two year old want to eat with their hands or be fed by someone. I haven’t seen a two year old not eat with silverware or being fed food.
I didn’t have another accident for the rest of the meal.
“Did you have enough?” Daddy asked when I was done.
“Yes,” I said.
Daddy took the bib off me and told me to go play.
I went up to my room again and got on the computer. I did put my changing pad on the chair and sat on it to protect it.
I looked on the forums and my crotch got wet again. I got up and ran downstairs. “Daddy, I peed again,” I cried.
“Oops my fault, I forgot to take you to the toilet,” said Daddy.
He felt my crotch and he took me back upstairs and he changed my pad again. Then he told me in five minutes he will put me on the toilet since I keep having so many accidents. I went back to my toy and Daddy went back to cleaning the kitchen.
He did come back later and it seemed to happen in two minutes.
“Okay sweetie, it’s time to try going again.” Daddy took my computer and brought me to the toilet and he pulled down my bottoms and sat me on it. This was so boring but the only reason why I do this is because it makes him happy. His fantasy is putting a woman in nappies after she has accidents and because I am incontinent, we have to role play potty training so he can do it. But luckily we don’t do this often because he knows I hate accidents. I wonder how long this was going to last this time. But at least he was nice to let me use pads so I wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
Daddy read me a couple books that belonged to my son and I heard pee hitting the toilet bowl.
“I went pee pee Daddy,” I said.
He stopped reading and peeked in the bowl. “Good girl,” he said.
He put the book down and got some toilet paper. He wiped me clean and pulled my knickerss and my trousers back up.
“In another five minutes I will get you again to try again and we will keep repeating this until you get the hang of it.”
“I will let you play your video games okay, maybe we should get you a potty chair so you can sit in front of the TV or at the table.”
“Nooo,” I cried.
“Sweetie, it will just be for potty training.”
“But then everyone else will see it,” I cried.
“Honey you’re just a little girl so everyone understands you are getting potty trained. Don’t you want to use the potty like a big girl, just like Daddy and Aunt Christina and you cousins; Haley and Alexis and your big brother Alex.”
“I will never be ready,” I said.
“Of course you will and if you’re not, we will try again later but let’s stick with this for now.”
“But I don’t know what they will think when they see the adult potty chair.”
“I will just tell them you want to try and gain bladder control.”
“Or say it’s for me to use when I air out so I am not stuck on the jon,” I added.
Daddy grinned and chuckled and said, “That will work.”
Daddy let me get back to my toy and he went back to the kitchen. I looked on Facebook and read stuff on my wall. I also checked to see if I had any new posts in the group in threads I posted in or if anyone replied to my status or commented on anything I wrote or shared on my wall.
Daddy came back quick saying, “Okay, time to try again.”
“This is annoying, I want my nappies back,” I said in a different tone.
“Nappies are for babies, you are a big girl now and must learn to use the potty like a big girl,” said Daddy.
“Steven, I’m serious,” I said.
“Uh uh uh I’m Daddy,” he said. “Little girls don’t call their daddies by their name.”
“But I don’t like this,” I said.
“You will get the hang of it honey.”
“No I won’t, I’m incontinent,” I said louder.
“No you just don’t know how to hold it yet but you will learn.”
Daddy just didn’t get it. He thought this was all a game but I was serious. I did not like this.
Daddy took me to the toilet again and pulled down my bottoms and he had me sit on the toilet again reading me another book and then he took me off it when he was done reading to me. I started peeing again.
“Oops, that is okay, just sit on the toilet again while I get you cleaned up,” said Daddy.
I sat back on the toilet while he cleaned up my mess and wiped the mess off my skin and changed my pants again and my outfit.
“Nappies please,” I said.
“No honey, big girl pants. You will get it this time, now go play like a good girl.”
I went to my computer again while Daddy went back downstairs.
I looked on amazon at the Kindle books seeing what is there for me to download if I want to read it. I typed in ‘child abuse’ and looked at all the books. I decided to read Anorexic Annie by Sarah Burleton. I read the sample. I would just love to give her mother a piece of my mind. I would send her a nasty letter or email if I knew her address or email and I would call her every mean name I can think of and say mean things to her. It upsets me how my sister Kelly would think our mum was abusive and uncaring and not loving. She wasn’t the one who pulled our hair, pushed us down the stairs, calling us a retard and other names, biting our boobs, punching and pinching us and choking, hitting us with heavy things or making us have boy hairs or excluding us from activities or keeping us friendless, or making us shoplift. I can remember the time she picked up a book Grandma Del wrote about her childhood and tossed it at Kelly and told her if she wants to see abuse read that. I remember when I read A Child Called “it” in high school when it was a popular book because everyone there was talking about it so I decided to get it and read it too and I decided if my own kid ever accuses me of being abusive, I would toss that book at him and tell him to read that if he thinks I am so abusive. That book was so sad it made me cry and I couldn’t always read it. I thought the dad was a coward because he didn’t protect his son and stop the abuse and he didn’t even try harder. In Sarah’s books I thought her step father was bad too because he also did nothing about the abuse and he would join in too on the abuse even though he didn’t do much of it but he just sat back and let it happen and it was disturbing when he would say things like “Nancy, what did she do this time? You can’t keep touching her that way” as if Sarah was at fault. I was so happy when Sarah finally stood up for herself in Why Me? and punched her mother in the jaw while she was banging her head on the floor while choking her. Honestly I would have stood up for myself a lot sooner if I was abused because I wouldn’t let my mum treat me that way if she was that abusive. I would hit her or punch her or push her every time she would abuse me, I have been taller than her since seventh grade but been close to her height since age nine. I even pushed a teacher down the stairs once on accident in seventh grade and I nearly got suspended for it. I was upset about something and then all of a sudden I was grabbed so I pushed her off me and she fell back and went down the stairs and all the kids watched and were gasping when they saw it and I just saw her roll down the stairs and I stood there and looked at her thinking she did it herself than realizing I had pushed her that hard and I made her go down those stairs. It was an accident and then I remember hearing I pushed her down the stairs and I was just confused and shocked. But luckily the teacher wasn’t too hurt. She had bruises and was sore for a while and it felt good when kids were afraid of me because at least I had better respect. But then the teasing started up again. They just knew to not grab me near the stairs or get me mad near there and to make sure there are no stairs around when they tease me. As a child I would freak out whenever I got touched from behind so when the teacher grabbed me from behind, I reacted and pushed her. It was just the year when I had different labels and no one knew what was wrong with me and my dad didn’t know what to do with me and my mum just sat back and she said the teacher just scared me when she grabbed me, what is there to understand about it. I wasn’t in trouble for it at home. Mum understood and Dad didn’t know what to do about it and they had to argue with my school to not suspend me when they wanted to and they didn’t agree with it so they couldn’t do it. I was considered a special ed student because I was on the IEP and it’s against the law in the states to suspend a special ed student without a parents’ agreement. I am not really a violent person and anyone can be violent. I have been violent in the past. Sarah Burleton got violent a couple times, one time for punching a kid for calling her poodle when she was in the third grade and when she was 16 when her mother was choking her and hitting her head on the floor. But I was glad she didn’t stoop down to her mum’s level after she was afraid of her for defending herself and thought she was crazy. I don’t know why she was so surprised when her own daughter finally punched her in self-defense. I remember Sarah wanted to keep beating her and make her suffer like she did with her for years and I was thinking “no no don’t stoop down to her level” and then her step father came in the room so Sarah didn’t stoop down to her level. Instead she grabbed her trash bags with her stuff in it and walked out the door.
Then I started to poop my pants.
“Daddy,” I screamed.
He didn’t come so I screamed his name again.
My butt felt all squishy from the poop.
“Coming,” said Daddy.
He came in our room.
“What’s the matter?” he sniffed his nose. “Did you go poopy in your pants?”
“I’m sorry Daddy, it was an accident,” I said.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I put my computer down and Daddy took me into the bathroom. He ran the water in the tub and felt it and told me to feel it to see if it’s warm enough for his little girl. I felt it and it felt a little hot. “Just right,” I said.
Daddy started to take off my clothes and then he removed my messy pants.
“Oh Natalia, you did a big one,” said Daddy. He wiped most of it off my butt and stuck the big girl knickers in the toilet. I got in the tub. Daddy then started to wash my butt. I was hoping Daddy would put me back in nappies now. He poured water on my butt and rubbed my whole bottom with his hand. He also rubbed my pussy. I had my eye eyes closed.
“Someone is enjoying it,” said Daddy.
He kept rubbing between my legs and pressing on it. Then he kept pouring water on me down there.
Daddy finished washing me and he turned the water off and grabbed a towel. I got out of the tub and he dried me off. I was leaning against him while he dried my legs, my back, my arms, my butt and between my legs and then he told me to sit on the toilet while he gets my things. He went in our room and I waited thinking he was getting the nappy supplies ready and getting one of my nappies but he came back in the bathroom with another pair of big girl knickers and a pad.
“I know Princess, you thought Daddy would be through with this but he isn’t,” he said as if he read my mind. “I know you had an accident but that is okay, at least we got you all cleaned up and we won’t go anywhere unless we know for sure you will make it to the toilet.”
Daddy put the pad in the big girl knickers and put them on me. Then he got me dressed again. I felt I was going through too many of my outfits.
“Daddy, aren’t you worried about a lot of laundry?” I asked.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I keep on having accidents and getting my clothes all dirty.”
Daddy then took my bottoms off and told me I can just walk with noting over my big girl “pants” and it will make it easier for me to pull them down if I have to use the toilet and it will make it easier for him too. Then he took care of my big girl knickers in the toilet and he flushed it and put them in the dirty pile. “I should do some laundry now,” he said.
He picked up the dirty clothes and took them downstairs. I got back on my computer. I read another sample by Sarah and it was about her grandfather coming to visit her every weekend. He also didn’t do anything about the abuse and it was as if she read my mind saying you probably see him as a coward and how could he not rescue her and why does she still see him as her hero. She saw him as her hero because he still spoke positive to her and told her how proud he is of her and how beautiful she is and be proud of her school work. He gave her what her what all parents should be giving their kids but hers never did.
I had another accident and I stayed on my underpad. Daddy came back after I was done reading and I was looking on the forums again.
“Time to try using the potty again little girl,” he said.
He got my computer and set it down and grabbed my arm. I got up and he saw the wet under pad.
“Ah, good thing you had that down,” he said. “I’m very proud of you for protecting the furniture, good girl.”
He brought me to the bathroom and pulled my knickers down and sat me on the potty.
“Isn’t it fun Daddy having to leave every few minutes just to try and train me?” I asked.
“It’s part of my job,” he said. “I have to make sure you use the potty just like a big girl no matter how many accidents you have.”
“But it’s annoying for me,” I complained.
“You will get the hang of it.”
“I think I will sit here with the computer for the rest of the day,” I said.
“Oh you want to sit on the potty for a while, okay, I will get you your toy.”
Daddy left to get it. He didn’t care if I was going to sit here all day, he still wanted to try and train me. I really wanted my nappies back so I could relax again and not have to deal with any messes. I actually feel cleaner with a nappy on and I feel gross without one. I was trying to show him how serious I was and I really wanted to quit this but he was too into this game to even know I was serious, not role playing.
Daddy handed me my toy and told me to holler when I am ready. He left and I kept browsing the forums.
He went back downstairs and did whatever he was doing.
I looked at it as this was no different than sitting in my chair doing the computer but this time I was doing it on the toilet. This is what I do anyway when I have a nappy rash. I sit with my computer or games and air out on the toilet. I feel cleaner that way so it’s going in the bowl than on myself.
Then Daddy came up later and asked me if I was ready to get off the potty.
“Not until I have my nappies back,” I said.
“What if I decided to keep on trying to train you so I don’t put you back in one tonight?” he asked.
“Then I will sleep here if I have to,” I said.
“How will you rest your head?”
“Like this,” and I showed him by leaning my head against the sink.”
“That doesn’t look comfortable.”
“I will not poop and pee my bed and sleep in my mess,” I said firmly.
“You do anyway.”
“That’s different, it’s inside my nappy and not all over the sheets, I feel dirty without one on.”
“Ahhhh don’t you want to be a big girl?”
“No I don’t. It feels disgusting when I have to go without one on and I am so glad they make good ones instead of crappy ones.”
“Just keep trying, you will get it.”
“How can you expect me to get it if that part of me doesn’t even work?” I shouted.
“Natalia, I am role playing,” said Daddy.
“I’m serious,” I said.
“Ready to get off the potty now?” Daddy asked.
“Not until I am back in nappies again,” I said.
“What about when it’s time to eat?”
“You can give me my food here,” I said.
“You don’t want to eat in here, that’s gross.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want poop or pee anywhere.”
“It goes in your nappy.”
“That’s different, it keeps everything else clean and dry and the nappy just catches is. Think of it like a band aid.”
I forget what they call it here but I didn’t care. Daddy has gotten used to my American terms.
“Okay, you can stay on the potty, I see my little girl likes her big girl potty,” said Daddy.
I just wanted to throw my computer across the bathroom to show him how frustrated I am and how I am serious but he was too stuck in his game to take me seriously. Plus I didn’t want to wreck my toy or else I wouldn’t have a working laptop anymore.
Daddy left and I was left here alone. I couldn’t wait for this day to end. But what if he really was going to leave me here all night? What if he really was going to have me sleep in here? I could always sleep in the tub and I could pee in that and poop and then take a shower the next day. I can sleep with a blanket on me since I poop and pee down. I was feeling frustrated so I decided if he wanted to play like this, fine, I will play, let’s see how he likes it when I get poop and pee all over the place and gets tired of cleaning it up. I have nothing on down there but my big girl pants so I wiped myself and pulled them up and brought my computer downstairs.
I just sat in a chair with nothing on it.
“Don’t have an accident little girl,” said Daddy when he saw me.
I ignored him and I kept doing my computer. I soon peed again and I just stayed seated in my own pee. My pad was soaking wet.
Daddy checked me and said. “Uh oh, you had an accident. Sit on the potty while I get this chair cleaned up.”
I went in the bathroom and sat on the toilet again and I was now naked down there. I heard dad scrubbing the cushion. Then he went upstairs and came back down and then he told me I could get off the potty again. I went back in the living room and saw he had put plastic all over the furniture. “I can’t let my little girl ruin the furniture,” said Daddy.
Let’s see how much he would love to clean up the rug. I sat down on it instead but Daddy told me if I am going to be sitting there, he has to put plastic down first and I have to sit on top of it.
Darn he was going to make this easier on himself as always. He bought all this protective furniture stuff to protect it and it was meant for pets but he decided to use it on me for my incontinence when we role play potty training.
I got up and went upstairs and decided to sit on his bed.
“Nuh uh uh uh,” said Daddy who followed me up the stairs. “You will not sit on any beds until you learn to use the potty, you will only sit on plastic.”
I peed again.
“Good thing I got you off my bed. You just had another accident.”
Daddy cleaned me up again and then he went to get another pair of my big girl pants but saw we were out of them. “Looks like we are out of them but not to worry, you will just go butt naked. Your Aunt Christina and your cousins and brother won’t be home for another” he looked at the clock “it will still be a while.”
Daddy had a rug to clean up in our room and I went back downstairs.
I just decided to play the Wii U. I played Boom Street, it’s called Fortune Street in North America and everywhere else except Europe and Australia. It’s like Monopoly. We go around the board and buy shops and we have to collect four cards and go to the bank to get our promotion which is money and then collect the cards again and go back and we all have to pay money to other players if we land on their shop. They have Mario characters and Dragon Quest characters and we can play our Mii in the game and they have Mario game boards and Dragon Quest game boards. We have all had a game party and played this game together but I hate it when everyone shouts and cheers. I wish they would be quieter about it.
I just stayed on the rug as I played the game.
“Get on the plastic little girl,” Daddy ordered when he saw me after he came down.
“No,” I said.
Daddy headed to the TV set.
“No no no no,” I said.
“Then listen to Daddy or the game goes off.”
“I will just play another one,” I said.
I knew he meant the game system goes off, not the game itself.
“I mean I won’t let you play any video games,” said Daddy.
Darn, he got me.
I stood on the plastic.
“Thank you,” said Daddy. “I think I will get you a potty chair, it will make it a lot easier for the both of us so we won’t have to leave the room when it’s time to go. But I have something.”
Daddy went upstairs and then he came back down with one of the Always Discreet pair. “I just remembered we got these in the mail and I thought these looked so childish and they smell so nice so I thought you could wear these when you try and be a big girl.”
He unfolded them and opened them and he had me step into them. He pulled them up and they fit me good. I could smell the nice perfume in them. I wished all nappies smelled this way.
“You can test it to see how good they hold,” said Daddy.
I wondered why he didn’t just put it on me when we started. The pull up looked more like underwear because the padding didn’t go all the way up to the top like nappies do. It was like a pad in the middle and it went only part way up my butt and front despite how it looked when not worn until you put it on and then it stretches and it looks like regular knickers. But I did like the flower design on the cover padding.
I played my game and the pull up got soaked and I was surprised how much they held. I even flooded them and they didn’t leak. I could probably wear these if I wanted to be nappy free but then that means more frequent trips to change. But the padding doesn’t cover enough of the pants enough because if I poop, it will get all over so right away I knew these wouldn’t work for me and I bet I would still have to change more often even it was just pee and I couldn’t imagine wearing these out of the house. I could smell the scent from the pull up. I wished all nappies had these. Instead of me smelling like urine, I smelled the scent that was in the pull up. The scent was pretty strong and I could smell it right when Daddy put it on me. I could imagine it would be too much for someone with a sensitive nose.
Daddy came in the living room and asked me if I was hungry.
“No,” I said.
Daddy then felt my bottom and pushed against my pull up. “You’re wet already,” he said. “Man these smell so good when they’re wet. Maybe I should buy you more of these for potty training and I think you look sexy in these especially when you’re wet. Let’s get you changed before you leak all over.” He was rubbing my crotch area and massaging it. I was almost done with the game and Daddy made me pause it so he could take me upstairs. He didn’t want to wait.
He took me upstairs and took the Always Discreet off in the bathroom and he wiped me clean while he had me sit on the potty.
“I am going to leave you here for a few minutes,” said Daddy.
He left me alone again. My tummy rumbled for food. I was starting to get hungry again.
I stayed on the toilet and soon Daddy came back. I heard him getting stuff ready. Then he came in the bathroom and checked what I did in the toilet.
“Okay we have tried again and you have not succeeded,” said Daddy. “I know you did your best so I am still very proud of you for trying. But I am afraid my little girl isn’t ready for big girl pants yet and you have soaked all your knickers and the disposable so I think I should put you back in nappies again.”
I felt so happy to hear that. Finally. I was hating having accidents.
“Can I have a baff Daddy?” I asked.
I felt dirty from this potty training and I wanted to be all fresh and clean.
“Yes you may Princess, I will get the tub ready.”
Daddy turned it on and let the water pour in the tub and he felt it and put the drain in. Then he took my top off and my bra and my socks and he took me off the toilet and put me in the tub. Daddy put his hand in it and moved it around and splashed some water on me. Then he poured some bubbles in and some toys. Then he turned the water off.
“I will check on you in a little bit, be a good girl and keep the water in the tub,” said Daddy and left.
I grabbed my razor and got back in and started shaving. I shaved my arm pits and my pubic area and my legs. Then I played with the toys.
Then Daddy came to check on me. “Do you want your hair washed Princess?”
“Yeah,” I said.
Daddy got my hair wet and he put baby shampoo in my hair and scrubbed it and then he poured water on my head. He repeated until he got it all out and then he asked me if I was ready to come out.
“Yes,” I said.
“Let the water out.”
I let the water out and stood up. Daddy got a towel and dried me off and had me step out of the tub. He finished drying me off and then he brought me into our room. He had the stuff ready and I was happy to see a thick nappy on the bed. I lied on top of the changing mat and Daddy unfolded the clean nappy and lifted my butt off the bed and slid it under me and then he put baby powder on me and some rash cream and put the nappy on.
Now I could finally relax and feel normal again.
Daddy rubbed the outside of my nappy.
“Me hungry Daddy,” I said.
“Since you are back in nappies again, do you want to eat out?”
I got excited. “Yeah,” I shouted and flapped my arms and jumped up and down.
“My baby girl is so excited about going out,” said Daddy. “We need to get you dressed first. Since we are going out, I want you to look like a big girl.”
Daddy picked out my normal clothes. He picked out a pair of jeans for me, a Curious George long sleeve shirt, and my sweater with cars all over it. He put my pants on first and then the shirt and sweater and then he put on a pair of my socks. Then he packed my nappy bag. We never go without it because I could poop and we’ll never know.
I grabbed my Nintendo 3DS and my games and headed downstairs.
Daddy got my shoes and put them on me. I just sat on the stairs while he put them on.
“You look a lot calmer when you’re wearing nappies,” said Daddy.
Duh, I thought.
“That is because I don’t have to worry about accidents and being all dirty,” I said. “And I can keep my clothes dry and the chairs and not have to clean up anything and I can go out in public without having the whole world see what I did.”
“You did seem tense when you were getting potty trained,” said Daddy. “You were fussy just like a little girl and then I put you back in nappies and now you are all calm and happy. Did you like potty training?”
“No,” I said.
“I can understand now why some kids are difficult to train.”
“Except they are not incontinent,” I said.
“But they have to learn to hold it and some get frustrated with it so they don’t try. Potty training is a lot of work for some. I know you aren’t ready so that is why I put you back in them so just take your time honey.”
Daddy patted my butt. He put his shoes on and grabbed our coats and we headed out to his car and got in and went to a buffet restaurant. When we got there, we headed inside and we were seated in the corner. I had my mac and cheese and Daddy insisted I eat healthy so he made me a plate and told me I had to eat all that before I could have more mac and cheese and dessert. I ate part of what Daddy gave me and he said I could have more of my mac and cheese again. While I ate, I filled my nappy with fresh poo and I felt it spread to the middle and back. I hadn’t taken my odor pill so I knew it would smell and luckily there were no people near us. I just stayed seated and finished my food. Now I wanted dessert. I wondered if I should just go up there in my messy nappy and get ice cream or cake or just have Daddy get me my dessert.
I was feeling excited so I rubbed myself inside my nappy. I moved my bottom around in it feeling the mess. I also stuck my hand on my diaper outside my trousers to feel it and I did it under my coat I took off and had on my lap. I wanted to be discreet because it’s the polite thing to do and no one wants to see someone masturbating. Daddy looked at me and I stopped. I am not allowed to touch myself without his permission and I was afraid he would know what I was doing. He got close to me and I felt nervous about what he was going to say. “Did you wet your pants?” Then he sniffed and said, “You pooped your pants. I am going to have to get you cleaned up. I am going to see if they have a family toilet or a changing room.”
Daddy got up and left.
I was happy I didn’t get caught so I continued doing it until I saw him come back.
“They only have regular toilets here so we are going to have to leave,” he said.
“But I want dessert,” I said.
“Honey, you smell and we need to get you cleaned up unless you want to do it.”
“No,” I said.
“Okay, I will hurry and finish my food and we’ll leave.”
“I’ll just get some dessert,” I said and was about to get up but Daddy decided he would get me some and he knows what I like.
He left and I looked at my Nintendo 3DS. I got no streetpasses. I played a new eshop game I just got. I collected fruit and squirted enemies with my water gun. It was like an old game from the eighties but it was brand new made to look old with updated graphics.
Daddy came back with the ice cream with sprinkles and a fudge brownie. I paused my game and started eating. I felt pee spreading through my nappy in the front. I finished my ice cream and had my fudge brownie and I felt too full to have more. I finished the rest of my drink. Daddy was finished eating too and he paid as we left.
“Let’s get my stinky girl home,” he said.
We went to his car and we got in.
“That was some shitty experience we had,” said Daddy.
I laughed. I love his word play.
“You have a shitty wife,” I said. “I had a shitty time.”
“This is going to be a shitty ride home,” said Daddy. “I’m looking forward to another shitty experience.”
When we got home, my cousin was already home with our kids. Alex was up in his room as always where he likes to be and Haley and Alexis were in the living room playing.
“How was your day?” Christina asked.
“Shitty,” I said.
“Oh, that’s a bummer,” she said expressing sympathy in her voice.
“I still finished my food,” I said.
“I didn’t get to finish mine but shit happens,” said Daddy.
“I see that, the washer is full so I wasn’t able to do any of my kids’ laundry but it looks like she is feeling better because you two went out,” said Christina.
She thought I got poop all over my clothes and thought I was having a shitty day even though I only pooped once here.
I went upstairs to my room and waited for Daddy like he told me to do before we came inside. He came up not too long later and he closed our door and made sure it was locked. I was lying on top of the changing pad. Daddy got the wipes and clean nappy and took my jeans off and undid my nappy. He took out some wipes and started cleaning me up. I liked feeling the nice cool wipe on my skin and him rubbing it inside my folded skin area and clitoris. He also wiped my butt hole. He gabbed more wipes and continued cleaning me up.
“Honey, do you mind if Daddy takes care of this before he gets blue balls?” he asked.
I heard him unzip his jeans and his dick came right out and he brought it to my pussy and went inside and started to hump. I peed some more and it got all over my shirt and sweater and on his jeans too. After he camed, he got me naked and gave me another bath washing the pee off and then he dried me off and put a clean nappy on me while standing. Then he took me to our bedroom and pulled the changing mat off the bed I got wet and lied me back down. He lied down beside me and started rubbing my nappy.
“I like you better in nappies too,” he said. “Potty training you is too much work so these are easier,” he said patting my nappy.
“I hope I don’t get pregnant,” I said.
“I don’t want another child. I already have two and my cousin’s kids so the last thing I need is more stress and besides what if my next kid isn’t normal or what if he or she is like my sister, what if he or she is normal? They might hate me or think of me as a uncaring or abusive like my own brother did and my sister about our mum, even your son has said he likes living with his mother than with us because he doesn’t think he can have me be his mum twenty four seven.”
“I think you do fine,” said Daddy. “Landon just feels that way because you are not his real mum.”
“Didn’t his mum get a new guy and he still wants to live with her,” I said.
“I still think it’s me he didn’t want to live with. Besides his mum won’t let him play video games so he has to leave his stuff here and he has to wait until he is here to play them so why would he want to be there?”
“If he lived with us all the time, where would he sleep?” Daddy asked rubbing my shoulder with the back of his fingers.
“With my son of course,” I said.
“But do you think he would want to share a room with him and have little boy stuff in his room.”
“Steven, stop trying to sugar coat it, I know the real reason why he doesn’t want to live with us and he has made it obvious with things he has said like “I like you as a friend and think you are cool but I can’t imagine you as my mum” or the time he said “I can’t wait until I go back to my mum’s” when he saw the real me and it was spring break,” I said but this time my voice was louder.
I just hate it when people try to lie to me or not admit things that I know are true. I think he doesn’t want me to be upset. People will lie to avoid hurt feelings like how a mother will lie to her child about her cat disappearing when really it got ran over by a car or just died or how anyone can lie about someone’s pet when really it got ran over. Sarah Burleton lied to her neighbors about not knowing where their cat is when her mother actually killed it and hung it in their closet and I think she did that to upset her daughter and terrorize her with it. I could imagine it must be hard to tell someone their cat got murdered by your own parent and then see their faces and their reaction and seeing them upset. I think I would have a hard time telling someone that too and just keep quiet about it instead. I do wonder why Nancy killed her neighbor’ cat. Maybe the cat was on her property doing something she didn’t like so she grabbed it and hung it and it suffocated but I still wonder why she did it.
“I am going to have to talk to him about it then,” said Daddy.
“That was a long time ago when he said those things,” I said.
“Doesn’t matter. I didn’t know he had said those things.”
“And the time I couldn’t help him with homework so he said “Good thing I have a mum and dad who can help me with my work and your cousin,” I said. “And he always says how you married a weird woman so what if my next kid thinks worse things. At least he has never called me abusive or annoying or say I embarrass him or think of me as retarded. If he has, then he has never said it and at least he has never complained about you marrying a weird woman or wishing for a normal step mum,” and I laughed.
“I will talk to him about it.”
“I hope it will just be a talk and no yelling and screaming,” I said.
“No I wasn’t going to yell at him about it. Just ask him about it and see what he meant and tell him how it’s bothered you and to be careful with his words next time.”
“I hope his mum didn’t say those things and he copied her,” I said.
“That is why I am going to talk to him.”
I sometimes wonder if anyone ever says anything bad about me behind my back and I never catch them nor over hear them and no one tells me what they heard.
Daddy rubbed the inside of my nappy and felt my pussy. He knew the risk of me getting pee on his hand so I didn’t say anything.
“You’re going to be in these for a while before we start potty training again,” he said.
“I hope it won’t be for months or ever again,” I said.
“Don’t you like it?” Daddy asked.
“No, I hate it,” I said.
“So why do you do it?”
“Because you want me to,” I said.
“If you don’t want to do it, we don’t have to okay?”
“I did tell you and you wouldn’t listen,” I said.
“Oh,” said Daddy. “When did you tell me?”
“Today while you were trying to potty train me and I said I wanted my nappies back and I even called you by your name and you didn’t listen. You were too far into this game you didn’t realize I was serious.”
“But you enjoyed it,” he pointed out. “You were role playing with me and going along with it.”
“I did it to make you happy like I have before,” I said.
“You’re telling me you never enjoyed this?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to make you happy. You had a fantasy about putting a woman in diapers after she has an accident and there was no way you would be able to put me in them because I already was wearing them and I have to wear them so I suggested potty training and you liked that idea and I went along with it. I was being flexible. Isn’t that what you do in a marriage and relationship?”
“Yes but I don’t want you doing things you are not comfortable with.”
“But I want you to be happy,” I pointed out.
“But I don’t want you to be unhappy to make me happy. I didn’t know this was bothering you. You did a good job hiding it.”
“No I have always showed it and you always saw it as part of role playing and I could never make you get this was for real.”
“Okay, I think we need a safe word for role playing. Whenever you don’t feel comfortable with something, you say the word and I will know you are serious and not role playing.”
“I will call you by your name when I am not role playing,” I said.
“Okay and how will I know when you’re role playing?” Daddy asked.
“I will call you daddy.”
“But you have called me that when we weren’t role playing and sometimes we mix it in our adult time and still be adults. I think we need a better safe word.”
I didn’t know what safe word to use.
“How about Anita,” said Dad.
“Okay,” I said.
“You will say that name whenever you don’t feel comfortable in our game okay?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“That’s your mum’s name so that should be easy for you to remember,” said Daddy.
Using that name shouldn’t be a problem because we never say her name, I call her mum and he refers her as mum in law or mother in law or call her “your mum” when he talks to me.
Daddy gave me a hug apologizing for today and I pulled away because I couldn’t stand feeling his naked skin on my bare skin. I felt I wanted to get away and I felt like my space was being invaded. He understood and let go of me and he put my footed pajamas on me.
“We won’t do potty training again f you don’t want to,” he said giving me another hug.
He got his jamese on and we lied down together with him rubbing my diaper.
“You will be in these for a real real real long time because you are just not ready.”
I like nappies better than using the potty so I would rather wear them than having a bunch of accidents or being toilet bound. Plus it’s more hygienic.
6 months later:
“Okay Princess, we are down to five nappies,” said Daddy while changing me.
He undid my nappy and picked up a wipe and stated wiping me. It felt so good and he kept wiping my pussy.
We were going to start potty training again after I run out of nappies. Not for real, we were just pretending. I had a choice to decide to start right now or wait until I run out and we had a whole pack of Always Discreet this time. I had decided to try this again but with pull ups this time. At least this will make my Daddy happy. I will say ‘Anita’ if I am not enjoying his and want to be back in my incontinent product. Daddy had reminded me of the safe word.
Daddy finished wiping me and he pulled out another nappy and said, “Now we have four left after this one.”
He lifted my butt off the changing mat and put the nappy under me and set my butt on top of it.