Thomas's Babying

Thomas's Babying


Part 1

“Thanks again for the help, Lisa. Sorry it was on such short notice.”
“No problem at all. Happy to help, and have a good time out.”
“Alright now, Thomas, you be good for auntie Lisa and we’ll be back to pick you up before bedtime. See you later!”
With a goodbye kiss on the cheek, Thomas’s mum hurried back to her car and was quickly on her way. Thomas stood waving from his neighbour’s front door until his mum’s car disappeared around the corner.
“Alright now, Tommy, let’s get back inside before it gets too cold,” Lisa said soothingly as she ushered him in. “I don’t know why your mum worries so much, I’ve always got time to have you over for the afternoon.”
“Thank you, miss Jones.” Thomas replied politely as he could manage.
“Oh, come now, you don’t need to be so formal,” Lisa chuckled. “I’m not your teacher. Just call me Lisa. Or auntie, if you want.”
“Thank you, Lisa.” Thomas said meekly.
Lisa wasn’t really his auntie, just an old and very good friend of his mother that, by happy circumstance, lived just down the road from them. Particularly good for Thomas’s family, busy as they were and in constant need of a babysitter, that Lisa had practically become a third parent to Thomas after taking care of him so much.

“Why don’t you go get yourself comfortable in the living room, and I’ll check if Susie’s woken up from her nap,” Lisa said with a loving ruffle of Thomas’s hair.
Thomas did so, taking his favourite spot on the couch and immediately turning the cartoon channel on TV while trying to fix up his hair It wasn’t long before Lisa joined him, her daughter Susie in tow.
“Susie’s awake, and she’s dry as well. High five, sweetie,” Lisa said, giving her daughter a congratulatory high five as they sat down. “I think someone’s on her way to being out of nappies,” she said as she slipped into her sweet, motherly voice.
Susie, slightly too young to be embarrassed, took it in her stride and waved to Thomas with a quiet “Hi, Tommy.”
Thomas returned the wave silently, suffering slight second hand embarrassment for her. Susie was supposed to be getting to be a big girl but Lisa still occasionally broke out the baby talk voice for her and it never failed to make Thomas squirm, which only seemed to encourage her.

“Sorry, Tommy, is something bothering you?” Lisa asked innocently.
“No,” Thomas replied, too quickly and Lisa smirked in response. “Just looking for something good to watch.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re jealous,” Lisa teased. “Did you want to come sit on auntie Lisa’s lap for a while?”
“No thank you,” Thomas mumbled.
“Well, if you change your mind, the offer’s still available,” Lisa said. “It’s not an offer I make lightly, either.”
Thomas didn’t respond, trying not to play into her little games. This happened every time he was being looked after by her, on at least one occasion per visit she would go out of her way to embarrass him. Otherwise he had no complaints but the humiliations he could do without.
Leaning very close, and Lisa whispered gently in his ear, “Of all the little boys and girls I babysit, you’re my favourite.”
Thomas shuddered slightly at the word babysit, as he did with almost anything childish she said. Almost as soon as she started, Lisa turned off her motherly charm and gave a reassuring laugh.
“I’m just messing with you, Tommy. I know you’re a big boy now.”

Once she’d had her fun, Lisa went back to normal and they comfortably watched TV until it was time for dinner.
“Alright you two, that’s enough cartoons for now,” Lisa said as she stood up and turned the TV off, to Susie’s protests.
“But mum-“ She started to say.
“No buts, Susie, it’s time for dinner. If you’re good we might be able to watch a bit more before bed time.” Lisa said, taking her by the hand and pulling her off the couch. “You too, Tommy. Dinner time.”
Not wanting any trouble, Thomas got up without any resistance and headed to the kitchen, stopping and turning when he heard Lisa say “Oh, Susie, what is this?”
Thomas turned to see Lisa stooping with one hand on Susie’s bottom, apparently having noticed something. “Why didn’t you say you had to go potty before?”
“We were watching shows, and I was wearing my nappy…” Susie said with an innocent shrug.
By that point Lisa had brought Susie’s pants down to her knees to reveal a thoroughly soaked nappy and shook her head with a disappointed tut.
“Oh, Susie, what am I going to do with you… Next time you have to go potty, even if you’ve got your nappy on, let me know so we can go to the toilet,” Lisa sighed as she brought Susie’s pants back up. “Oh well. Lesson learned for next time. Come on, let’s have something to eat and then we’ll get you changed for bedtime.”

By then Thomas had realised he shouldn’t be staring and quickly resumed walking to the kitchen but clearly hadn’t escaped Lisa’s notice. Once Thomas had taken his seat at the kitchen table, she made sure to sit Susie right next to him before she set about preparing dinner.
“Sorry you had to see that, Tommy, but it’s just part and parcel of living in this household.” Lisa said loudly over her shoulder. “Susie’s been doing so well with her toilet training but every now and then, we have some little mistakes to take care of, don’t we?”
Thomas didn’t know what to say, and so quietly nodded in response. Whether Lisa heard him or not, it didn’t matter.
“Susie’s still having some trouble with staying dry at night, and during naptime. Even though she did so well before you got here… My fault for leaving her in a nappy, I suppose,” Lisa said with a shrug.
Lisa continued making dinner and kept on talking, eventually Thomas tuned out and focused more on Susie, surprised at how she didn’t seem to care about all the personal talk. His eyes also drifted downwards and noticed a sizable bulge in her pants, and wondered how he hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“She really did a number on that one, didn’t she?” Lisa said as she sat down at the table, making Thomas snap up suddenly. “Never stops surprising me how much they swell up.”
Thomas quietly started eating, keeping his eyes off both of them. Susie kept her relaxed composure and Lisa kept an eye on both, unable to stop smiling. Thomas just looked so cute when he got flustered, in sweet contrast to Susie’s obliviousness.
Despite her best efforts to make small talk, neither Susie nor Thomas seemed to be in much of a talking mood, so the three had their dinner in relative silence. When they were finally done Lisa put their dishes aside and took Susie by the hand off to her room.
“Alright now, young lady, time to get changed. We definitely don’t want you to get a rash now, do we?” As they were leaving, Lisa added, “Don’t worry about cleaning up, Tommy. I’ll be back to handle it in just a few minutes.”

While Lisa took Susie away, Thomas did his best to help by putting their used dishes up on the sink. He made his way back to the living room and was about to put the TV back on when he felt the need to use the toilet himself.
As Thomas walked down the hallway he could hear what sounded like sticky tape being torn off and soft plastic crinkling, while Lisa softly cooed in her motherly voice. The door to Susie’s room was wide open and as he walked past, Thomas couldn’t help silently stepping past and peeking in.
Lying in the middle of the room on a soft, colourful mat was Susie, half naked with her legs in the air as Lisa slid a fresh nappy underneath her and started taping it on.
Something about the sight of Susie being changed so openly and unashamedly made Thomas’s heart race and froze him to the spot. The culmination of Lisa’s teasing and baby talk, right there in her room, gave him a feeling he couldn’t describe. Despite his embarrassment every time Lisa treated him like a little kid, he realised he had really wanted it taken further. He wanted what Susie had, but could never have asked.
Thomas had stood at the door for only a matter of seconds but Susie took notice almost immediately and gave him a slightly puzzled stare as Lisa did her job. Once Lisa had finished taping on Susie’s clean nappy, she turned to see what had got Susie’s attention and burst out laughing at the sight of Thomas, peeking wide-eyed around the corner of the door.

That brought Thomas back to his senses and he quickly hurried off to the bathroom, locking himself in and wanting to stay in there forever. With his heart still pounding and cheeks burning, he couldn’t bring himself to leave and face Lisa. Not after this, he’d never hear the end of it. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been in there, until a knocking on the door got his attention and heard Lisa’s voice coming through.
“Tommy, are you alright in there?”
“I’m fine,” Thomas responded, not feeling any better.
“Your mum called and said she’s on the way soon. Do you think we could talk before she gets here?”
Thomas took an extra minute or so to psych himself up, then got up and opened the door. Lisa was standing there, waiting, trying to make herself look as non-threatening and sympathetic as possible.
“Is there anything you wanted to say to me? Maybe something you want to ask?” Lisa asked.
Keeping his eyes on the ground, Thomas vigorously shook his head.
“Alright then, I’ll start,” Lisa said as she knelt down to his level. “What were you doing, watching me change Susie? Did you want to help out?”
No response from Thomas.
“Or were you jealous of her?” Lisa asked.

After twitching slightly and going even redder in the face, Lisa realised she was onto something.
“Oh, it’s alright, sweetie. It’s natural for young girls and boys to not want to grow up so quickly,” Lisa said with a pat on the shoulder. “You might not believe it, but I’ve had a few babysitting jobs that ended up with kids wanting to drink from a bottle, or sleep with a pacifier.”
Thomas found that hard to believe but still refrained from speaking, not wanting to confirm Lisa’s suspicions. Lisa, however, was already onto him and ready to indulge.
“Come with me for a minute. It’s alright, just come on.” Lisa took Thomas by the hand, gently as she could and took him back down the hallway and into Susie’s room. No sooner did he take the first step in, Thomas started tugging and trying to get away.
“Don’t be silly now, Tommy, let’s just see how it feels. Susie, sweetie, why don’t you brush your teeth and get ready for bed.”
Susie had just finished pulling on her pyjamas and dutifully went off to the bathroom, leaving the two in peace. “There, that should give us a few minutes,” Lisa said, gently closing the door and kneeling back down to talk to Thomas face to face.
“Thomas, I’m going to ask you simply, and I’d appreciate if you can talk to me. Just a yes or no will do,” Lisa said, letting it sink in for a second. “Do you want me to put a nappy on you?”

The question hung in the air for a few silent seconds until Thomas managed to mumble out, “I- I don’t know.”
“Can you tell me why you were watching me change Susie?” Lisa asked.
“I don’t know,” Thomas repeated.
“Well if you don’t know, that makes two of us,” Lisa joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
With conversation getting nowhere, Lisa decided to just go for it and moved over to Susie’s clothes drawer. Thomas watched wide-eyed as she opened up the bottom drawer, pulled out one of her night-time nappies and started unfolding it.
“Can you be a good boy for auntie Lisa and lie down?” Lisa asked, crinkling the nappy between her fingers.
Once again Thomas glowed red and shook his head furiously. Lisa wasn’t deterred.
“Alright then, we can do this standing up. That’s okay, sometimes big boys and girls don’t like to be changed lying down.”
Lisa gently started to pull at Thomas’s waistband, and that was enough to shake him out of his stupor. He quickly and firmly pulled his pants even further up than they were before.

“You don’t want to see how it fits?” Lisa asked.
“Not now. Not like this,” Thomas mumbled.
“How about if we try fitting it over?” Lisa suggested.
Thomas didn’t respond verbally, but didn’t put up a fight as Lisa unfolded the nappy and brought it up between his legs, gently spreading them apart to make sure it fit flatly. With both hands she checked the stretch of the tabs, as they came just around his sides.
“Looks a bit small, might be a bit tight if we try and do the tapes up,” Lisa commented, more to herself than anyone else. “What do you think, Tommy?”
Before Thomas could think of how to respond, the door to the room abruptly opened and Susie casually walked in.
“Mummy, I’m done brushing my teeth,” she announced, seemingly not caring about her mother fitting a nappy to her neighbour friend.
“Good girl. Are you all ready for bed, then?” Lisa said, leaving Thomas for the time being and moving over to Susie.
“Mhmm,” Susie said with a big nod.
Lisa gave Susie a big hug with an equally big pat on the bottom to check her nappy was still on, before letting Susie getting into bed and tucking her sheets in.
“Goodnight, darling. Say goodnight to Tommy.”
“Goodnight, Tommy,” Susie said with a small wave.

Thomas muttered a quick “Goodnight” before Lisa whisked him out of the bedroom and back into the lounge room, taking a seat right next to him and gently taking his hand.
“Listen to me, Thomas, it’s nothing to be upset about. Lots of boys and girls feel this way from time to time,” Lisa said calmly, making sure not to dip into her babying voice to keep Thomas from feeling worse. “I’ll ask one more time: Did you want to try wearing a nappy?”
Thomas swallowed hard and squeezed her hand hard, feeling like he was going to die from embarrassment. “Yes,” he finally said, at barely a whisper level.
Lisa smiled and pulled Thomas in for a big, long hug. “It’s alright, Tommy… It’s alright. I’m very glad you told me.”
Together they sat in silence for a couple of minutes, to let things sink in a bit. Lisa decided to test the waters a little further, and asked, “Do you want to try one on right now?”
Thomas shook his head again. “You said my mum’s going to be here soon…”
“That’s right, she is,” Lisa said, having almost forgotten. “You don’t want your mum to see you in a nappy?”
“Please don’t tell her,” Thomas said, burning brightly.
“It’s okay, Tommy. I won’t say a word to her. But if not tonight, then maybe next time you’re coming over. How does that sound?”

Thomas simply nodded. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted it, but he was far from confident enough to talk about it openly.
“Alright then. How’s this for a plan, then: Next time you get to spend some time at my house, we’ll let you try on a nappy, and it will be our little secret. Deal?” Lisa said, quietly happy with the connections they’d made.
“Okay.” Thomas said quietly.
“And if you change your mind at any time, you just say so. Sound good?” Lisa asked.
“Okay.” Thomas said with slightly more confidence.
“Good boy,” Lisa said happily with a pat on his head.
Barely after they’d finished their arrangements, there was a knock at the door. With a knowing smile at Thomas, Lisa got up and opened the door to see his mum, as expected.
“Hey, how did you go tonight”? Lisa said cheerfully.
“Yeah, good. Really good. Thanks so much for watching the boy,” Thomas’s mum said with a big wave. “Hi Thomas! Were you good for auntie Lisa?”
“He couldn’t be bad if he tried,” Lisa said and they shared a laugh. “Ready to go home, mister?”
“Yeah.” Thomas said, getting up and hurrying to the door. “Thanks for having me over,” he said to Lisa, still unable to make eye contact.
“My pleasure,” Lisa smiled. “Looking forward to seeing you again soon.”

Part 2

Much sooner than Thomas would have thought. Within a week, he found himself at Lisa’s front door, getting a goodbye hug and a loving “See you later” from his mother before she was off.
“Come on in, Tommy. How have you been?” Lisa asked sweetly.
“Not too bad. How are you and Susie?” Thomas asked, trying to avoid bringing up their agreement.
“We’ve been great, thank you. We’ve both been looking forward to having you around again,” Lisa said, breaking into a grin. “But there’s some good news and bad news on that front.”
“Oh? What’s going on?” Thomas asked nervously.
“The bad news is as much as Susie likes having you around to play with, she’s having a sleepover at one of her other friend’s houses tonight.”
“And what’s the good news?”
“The good news is it’s just you and me here tonight,” Lisa said as she brought Thomas in for a tight hug. “I hope you haven’t forgotten what we talked about last time?”
In truth, Thomas had barely thought of anything else for the past few days. He could barely focus on anything else besides the thought of Lisa babysitting him, in the truest sense of the word.
 “What do you think, Tommy? Should we get you changed into a nice, clean nappy?” Lisa whispered in his ear.
The word alone gave Thomas goosebumps and a slight shiver that Lisa chuckled softly at.

“I’m not hearing a no…” She teased.
“But- But I just got here,” Thomas said feebly.
“All the more reason to get you changed now. We’d want to get the most out of it before mummy comes to pick you up,” Lisa said. “Unless you want her to arrive in the middle of changing time?”
“Definitely not,” Thomas said, suddenly finding some courage.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Lisa said, taking hold of Thomas’s hand. “So come on, let’s go get your pants changed.”
Thomas found himself in an almost trance-like state as Lisa led him down the familiar path to Susie’s room, watching as Lisa brought out the changing supplies. Nappy, wipes and powder, all set down on the floor next to the bed.
Looking up at Thomas expectedly, Lisa gestured to the soft floor and said, “So, is Tommy going to lie down for auntie Lisa or does he want to stand up?”
Once more Thomas found himself locking up in the moment, not willing to make a move. This time, Lisa wasn’t willing to wait around.
“Am I going to have to choose for you?” Lisa asked, a hint of impatience in her tone.
“Could- Could I try doing it myself?” Thomas finally stammered out.

Lisa’s expression softened and her smile grew slightly wider. “How about this, Tommy; you can try putting it on yourself. But if you take too long, or if you haven’t put it on right, I’ll be taking over.”
“Okay,” Thomas nodded. “I can do it.”
“Alright,” Lisa stood up, leaving the changing supplies on the floor. “I’ll step outside, and then you’ve got three minutes to get your nappy on. If you can’t manage it, you just let me know.”
With that, Lisa closed the bedroom door behind her, leaving Thomas alone to try and change himself.
Thomas tentatively moved over to what Lisa had left out for him, hesitating to get started and putting it off by having a look in Susie’s clothes drawer. The first few were as normal as one would expect, with a typical arrangement of clothes. Even though he knew what to expect from the bottom drawer, it still set his heart racing when he pulled it out and saw it filled with rows and rows of pink and white nappies. Thomas was transfixed by the look of the cartoon characters smiling up at him until he heard Lisa through the door saying, “Two minutes left…”
Back to his senses, Thomas quickly closed the drawer and turned his attention to the one Lisa had left for him. Having already wasted some of his time, he hurried to pull his pants down and unfold the nappy. Given his lack of experience he struggled to get it done properly, the first time he tried to fit it on, he’d put it on backwards by mistake.

“One minute to go… Do you need any help?” Lisa called through the door.
“I’m fine!” Thomas called back, turning the nappy around and trying to get the tabs to stick.
Thomas had quickly realised why such a task was best left to someone else, trying to pull the sides around far enough for the tabs to stay in place made him wish he had three hands. After a long of struggle he got one and hurried onto the next as Lisa loudly counted down from outside.
“4… 3… 2… 1… Ready or not, here I come!”
Lisa opened the door just as Thomas got the second tab to hold, and sheepishly turned around to show off his work. Lisa’s smile widened from ear to ear but she managed to stifle a laugh as she inspected how Thomas had done.
“Not bad for a first attempt,” she said, moving over for a closer look. “But it’s not going to hold up for long.”
“Well, I’ve never done it before,” Thomas huffed.
“There’s no need to get defensive,” Lisa giggled. “I’m sure with practice you’ll be changing yourself like a professional in no time.”
Thomas looked down, blushing furiously at the sight of himself. “Can you help me fix it?” he asked quietly.
“Of course. All you have to do is ask,” Lisa said with a loving pat on the head. “First of all… Let’s get these off.”
Lisa reached down for the pants still bunched up around Thomas’s ankles, getting him to step out of them so she could push them aside.
“Cute undies you’ve got there, but nappies are even cuter,” Lisa teased. “We won’t be needing these anymore…”

Lisa gently turned Thomas around and pushed his legs apart, using her hand to inspect the fitting on the back.
“Did you change yourself standing up, or lying down?” Lisa asked.
“Standing up,” Thomas said.
“That’s what I thought… There’s a reason most babies have their nappies changed lying down, it’s much easier to get a good fit,” Lisa explained as she patted all around Thomas’s bottom. “You’ve got barely any coverage around your bum, and the leak guards aren’t adjusted properly either. You’d be leaking out of this straight away.”
Lisa turned Thomas back around and put both hands on his shoulders, saying “But that’s alright, auntie Lisa can fix that up and get you dressed properly. Now be a good boy, and lie down for me.”
With some encouragement, Thomas got down on his back and let Lisa take control. Once she had pushed his shirt up beyond his belly to have a clear view, she set about fixing his nappy like the professional she was.
She smiled again as the sound of the tabs ripping off gave Thomas goosebumps, and as she went to pull the front down Thomas instinctively moved his hands to cover his privates.
“There’s no need to be shy, Tommy, I’ve changed hundreds of nappies on so many boys before. There’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Lisa said as she pulled the nappy out from under him, leaving him naked expect for his shirt.

“Although now that I think of it…” Lisa pondered aloud as she fluffed and stretched the nappy out. “You are probably the biggest baby I’ve ever had on the changing mat.”
Thomas didn’t even respond to the baby comment, quietly hoping to get the experience done quickly. Embarrassing as it felt, he secretly loved the attention and adoration as Lisa tended to him.
“Alright, now lift your bum up for me.”
Thomas tried to cooperate but it wasn’t enough for Lisa, who took both his feet in hand and pushed most of his body up off the floor, just like she would with a baby. Once she’d slid the nappy into place she let him back down and pushed his legs apart.
“Now you want to keep your legs as wide as you can for this bit, so the leak guards fit properly,” Lisa said as she checked how far the nappy would reach up. “And that’s looking good. So can you move your hands so we can get this taped up?”
Thomas very reluctantly and very slow pulled his hands away and covered his eyes as if it would make a difference. Lisa did her best to not laugh out loud at his childish antics and reached for the bottle of baby powder she’d left out.
“I notice you didn’t bother with the powder. Well, I find it much easier to put it on a baby that’s on their back. And this is a very important because it helps to prevent rashes,” Lisa said as she sprinkled a generous amount all over Thomas’s groin and bottom, even rubbing some onto his stomach. “And it smells really nice too, doesn’t it?”

Thomas still wasn’t in a state to answer, but did privately agree the smell was rather alluring. Putting the powder aside and dusting her hands off, Lisa finally pulled the nappy up over Thomas’s privates and started sticking the tabs back on. With the waistband reaching midway between his groin and bellybutton and the tabs just coming over his sides, it was definitely a small fit but a fit either way.
“And there we go. Little Tommy has his nappy on and is ready to play,” Lisa said happily. How does it feel?”
Thomas pulled his hands from his eyes and had a look down at himself, almost unable to believe it. For the first time since he was a baby, he’d been changed into a nappy, and despite his face burning up in shame, he was loving it.
“It’s… nice,” he finally said, struggling to find the right words. “Feels a bit tight.”
“I thought it might be,” Lisa nodded in agreement. “They are for Susie though, and she’s not quite at your size yet.” She playfully prodded him in the belly as she added “I don’t know if pink is your colour either.”
Thomas giggled slightly as he got poked which only encouraged Lisa further.
“Is someone ticklish?” She asked with a mischievous grin as she set about tickling him even more.
All of Thomas’s feelings that had been building since last week, from the moment Lisa suggested it, burst out of him as unbridled laughter. Tears started streaming down his face and his whole body writhed as he begged Lisa to stop whenever he could catch his breath, but Lisa wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied. When Lisa finally relented, she took a moment to enjoy the familiar sight of the baby boy she had babysat so many years ago, giggling and wriggling all through his nappy change.

“I think that should do for now,” Lisa said with an extra tickle for good measure. “Up you come, now.”
Lisa took both of Thomas’s hands and helped pull him up to his feet, and much to her surprise Thomas initiated the hug. He gave her the biggest hug he had ever given her before and mumbled into her shoulder, “Thank you, auntie Lisa.”
With one hand squeezing his newly padded bottom and the other gently cradling the back of his head, Lisa whispered back, “You’re welcome, little Tommy.”
After taking a moment to savour the occasion, Lisa stood up and took Thomas by the hand out of the bedroom. “Now that we’re all dressed up, what would you like to do before mum comes to pick you up?”
“Could I play a game on the Nintendo?” Thomas asked.
“Of course you can,” Lisa said. “Such good manners, maybe your mum should keep you in nappies full time.”
Thomas didn’t respond, of course, Lisa just chuckled and added “I’m just kidding,” taking a bit of time to check out Thomas’s new gait.
His new clothing wasn’t thick enough to turn his walk into a waddle but it still crinkled audibly with each step. Lisa took note of that, and made an extra point in her mental checklist of things to get for the next time Thomas came over.
Thomas busied himself with setting up a game for himself and getting comfortable on the couch while Lisa watched from behind. After he’d settled in, she asked him “How would you like a drink?”
“Yes please,” Thomas responded.
“Just you wait here,” Lisa said with a mischievous smile.
Thomas gave her no regard when she wandered off, focusing completely on his game. After a few minutes Lisa returned, sitting as close as possible to Thomas and holding his drink up. “Can you pause this for a moment?”
Thomas did so and noticed Lisa holding a very babyish looking bottle full of juice. He did a double take at the sight, looking up at Lisa’s expectant smile and down at the colourful bottle tipped with a rubber nipple.

“Can’t I drink out of a cup?” He asked feebly.
“I don’t think so,” Lisa said. “I think the way you’re dressed, this is more on your level.”
Thomas found himself freezing up again, not sure of what to do. Lisa gave him a moment before taking charge and gently pulling him by the legs over her lap. When he found himself lying over her legs with one of her hands holding his head up, he tried to reach for the bottle but she playfully pulled it out of his reach.
“Uh-uh, that’s not how it’s going to work,” Lisa teased as she brought the bottle towards his mouth.
Thomas reluctantly took the nipple into his mouth, and every attempt to hold it himself led to Lisa gently pushing his hands away.
“Go on, Tommy. Drink.” Lisa said soothingly.
It took some effort, having been so long since he had used one, but after a few attempts Thomas got into the right rhythm of suckling and slowly but surely, he drained the bottle while Lisa stroked the back of his head with her fingertips.
“Such a thirsty boy… Do you think you need another one?” Lisa asked.
“I don’t think so-“ Thomas started to say, but Lisa had other ideas.
“Silly me, I should have gotten you some water instead of juice. We wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated,” Lisa gently sat Thomas up as she left once more. “I’ll get you a water to be safe.”

Lisa quickly returned with the same bottle, now full of water and took her seat. To her surprise Thomas resumed his position without any prompting and almost eagerly took the bottle in his mouth again.
“Good boy,” Lisa cooed while he drank. “It’s a good thing I’d kept Susie’s old baby things, isn’t it? And to think I’d been debating whether or not to give them away. Now it looks like I’ll be able to get some more use out of them after all.”
Thomas was at halfway through his bottle, unable to look away from Lisa. He knew she was building up to something else, and just had to wait for it. He wasn’t in the position to reply anyway.
“I was almost going to bring out one of her old pacifiers, but it’s far too small. It would look so silly to have such a tiny pink pacifier on such a big boy like you,” Lisa chuckled at her own joke.
Thomas felt himself blushing again, betraying his true thoughts. Of course Lisa noticed and prodded him even further.
“She had so many cute little onesies as well that would look so good on you, but they’d be far too tight. Such a shame, you’d look so cute and babyish in them too.”
Once Thomas had finished his second drink and Lisa had taken the bottle from his lips, he grumbled quietly, “I’m not a baby” in response.
“Of course, my mistake,” Lisa said, leaving the empty bottle on the table in front of them. “You’re just wearing a nappy and having a drink from a bottle, but you’re not a baby.”
To emphasise her point, she hoisted Thomas up and put him down squarely on her lap, with a loud accompanying crinkle. With her arms firmly wrapped around his waist she whispered into his ear “You can go back to playing your game now.”

Thomas didn’t need any further encouragement and tried to focus more on the game but it was rather difficult with Lisa regularly bouncing him, giving him praise for the most minor of achievements and celebratory pats to go with them.
Eventually he found his old rhythm, getting back into the game and almost forgetting which house he was at when he felt the urge to use the bathroom. He was quickly reminded of his circumstances when he tried to get up from the couch but Lisa held him back.
“What’s that all about?” Lisa asked, tightening her grip. “Does Tommy need to get up and stretch his legs?”
Thomas didn’t see the point in lying, but still found it strange to announce, “I have to go to the toilet.”
“You have to go to the toilet?” Lisa repeated. “You don’t have to tell me, you can just go.”
Thomas tried to get up once more but Lisa refused to break her grip.
“Auntie Lisa, please, I need to go…” Thomas pleaded.
“Oh, you meant you wanted to go in the potty?” Lisa asked.
“I… Yes.” Thomas hesitantly replied.
“You don’t need to go in the potty, sweetie, you’ve got your nappy on,” Lisa said.
Thomas had been quietly wondering if Lisa expected him to use the nappy from the moment she changed him into it and was unsure if he was able to take that step. Lisa was all too happy to push him forward.
“Nappies aren’t just for show, Tommy, they’re meant to be used as well,” Lisa said, slipping into her motherly tones again. “Did you already forget Susie’s changing last week?”
Thomas cringed as he remembered being caught peeking on that very change. Lisa was undeterred by his reaction.

“Be a good boy for auntie Lisa, and then we can get you changed into a nice fresh nappy,” Lisa said, making sure to give him a crinkly rub as she said it.
With her encouragement, Thomas tried to give into the urges but it was no good. After so many years of toilet training it was too hard for him to consciously wet his pants, especially sitting on someone else’s lap.
“I can’t,” he eventually mumbled to Lisa.
Lisa hummed loudly in response, thinking of a way around the issue. “Alright then, maybe you can sit on the potty if that will make things easier.”
Immediately Thomas felt a sense of relief and almost jumped off the couch when Lisa took her hands from his waist. She still insisted on holding his hand while walking to the bathroom and even followed him in.
“Now Tommy, what do you think you’re doing?” Lisa asked accusingly when they were in.
Thomas froze up, poised to untape his nappy and looking up at Lisa in confusion.
“You said I could sit on the toilet?” He asked.
“I said you could sit on the potty. I didn’t say you could take your nappy off,” Lisa explained with a smirk. “If it will help you go easier.”
Lisa flipped the toilet seat up and motioned for Thomas to sit down. “If it helps Susie get used to the motions of using the toilet, I hope it can help you get used to going in your nappies.”
With the seat up, Thomas found himself sitting more in the toilet than on it as his entire lower body dipped into the bowl. The position did help immensely as he immediately felt the urge to start wetting, the only thing getting in the way was Lisa standing and watching him. Ordinarily Thomas would be too self-conscious to use the toilet in front of anyone, but after two bottles he was full to bursting and with only a little effort, the floodgates opened.

With a gentle hissing sound, muffled by the sheer bulk of the nappy but almost deafening to Thomas, he felt the warm wetness fill out around his crotch and quickly spread down towards his bottom. Even sitting on the toilet he worried he was going to wet too much and start leaking down his legs, he kept on wetting for nearly a full minute. Even once he had completely emptied his bladder Thomas stayed in place, almost in shock of having wet himself for the first time in years. Lisa gave him a few more seconds of leeway before asking if he was done.
“Is Tommy done using the potty?” She asked, stepping forward and taking Thomas’s hands.
Thomas nodded slightly as Lisa helped to pull him up out of the toilet, his knees almost giving out once he was standing upright. Lisa pulled him in for another big hug, bringing him back to his senses.
“Good boy,” Lisa cooed in his ear. “Auntie Lisa is very proud of you.”
Once Thomas had calmed down enough to start hugging back, Lisa took the opportunity to pull back the waistband of his nappy to check down his behind.
“Such a big wee-wee from such a big boy,” Lisa commented cheerily. “Even your bum is all wet now.”
Thomas responded by burying his face in Lisa’s shoulder and jumping slightly when she gave his soaked bottom a gentle but loud smack.
“You were sat there for so long I thought you might be pooping as well. Does Tommy need to make a poo-poo?”
Shaking his head silently wasn’t good enough, as Lisa quickly said, “I can’t hear you, Tommy.”
“No, auntie Lisa,” Thomas mumbled into her shirt.

“Alright then. You just say the word if you need to go again,” Lisa said, finally separating their embrace. “But for now, I think someone needs their nappy changed.”
Lisa took Thomas’s hand again and led him out of the bathroom, down the hall but past Susie’s room and into her own bedroom. Thomas barely noticed where they were going, focusing all of his attention on the soggy nappy between his legs. It no longer crinkled loudly with each movement; rather, it made a subdued squishing sound and shifted the bulk of its weight around. It had taken a couple of minutes to fully absorb all of Thomas’s big pee, but once it had done so it swelled up hugely and pushed his legs slightly apart, giving him the signature baby waddle. On top of that, the extra weight had caused it to start to sag downwards, making his waddle even more pronounced.
“Have a look at that, Tommy. Don’t you look adorable?” Lisa asked, getting his attention.
Thomas looked up and found himself face to face with his own reflection, courtesy of the full body mirror in Lisa’s bedroom. He could hardly believe the sight, wearing only his shirt and a saturated nappy made him look like an oversized baby, just like Lisa kept saying. The colours and shapes on the crotch had started to run together and the whole thing appeared to be very slowly sliding towards his knees. Lisa turned him sideways to show just how wet he was, the entire padding area having doubled in size. Even if he had tried to fit clothes over it, there would be no mistaking that he was in desperate need of a change.

“What a soggy baby,” Lisa cooed as she cupped his crotch and patted his bottom, squishing his nappy all around. “What a soggy, saggy nappy.”
Thomas didn’t see the point in complaining, distracted as he was by his reflection. He truly had become Lisa’s baby with only a little bit of encouragement, and he knew what the next step was.
“Whoops… Looks like these really are too small for you,” Lisa said suddenly.
For a moment Thomas wondered what she had meant, then he felt a warm trickle slowly running down the side of his legs. Lisa’s patting and squishing had caused the full capacity nappy to spring a leak.
“I’m sorry Tommy, usually this never happens. When it does, it’s a sign to start wearing a size up, but these will have to do for now,” Lisa sighed, drying up his legs with some tissues she had handy. “Because I don’t have any bigger ones for you. What do you think?”
“I think… It’s really full,” Thomas said, struggling to find the words to describe the situation.
“It certainly is. But what do you say after you’ve gone potty?” Lisa asked.
“Could you please change it for me?” Thomas asked, hoping it was the right thing to say.
“Could I change… What?” Lisa asked, smiling impishly.
Thomas realised she really wanted him to completely spell it out. The entire time he’d been over, he’d been avoiding saying the word in spite of his desire to be babied. After a hesitant thought, Thomas asked meekly, “Can you change my nappy, auntie Lisa?”

Lisa finished her completely unnecessary nappy check with a firm pat on the bottom and a gentle kiss on the forehead as she grabbed Thomas’s hand once more.
“Of course I can,” Lisa said, grinning widely as she escorted Thomas back to Susie’s room.
Lisa wasted no time in laying Thomas down on the floor and getting the changing supplies out, and Thomas obligingly spread his legs apart and pulled his shirt up, waiting for Lisa to get to work.
“This is why you’re my favourite boy, Tommy,” Lisa said warmly as she ripped the tabs open. “Co-operative as well as cute, what more could a babysitter want?”
Thomas shivered heavily when he felt the cool sensation of the baby wipes being applied, making Lisa chuckle in response.
“Sorry, it’s a bit of a surprise, isn’t it?” Lisa said as she held Thomas’s legs up to wipe his bottom clean. “This is the most important part of changing time, we have to clean all that wee-wee off so you don’t get a rash.”
Once Thomas had been wiped down, Lisa rolled up the soaked nappy and held it up for Thomas to get a good look at it.
“Look at how wet that is. If I were your full time mummy, I’d want to get you wearing cloth instead,” Lisa said as she threw it aside. “But I do think these disposables look super cute.”

Thomas quietly disagreed, not quite being on board with wearing pink princess nappies, but he was barely in a position to disagree. He quietly watched as Lisa sprinkled powder on and taped on a clean nappy, and laughed himself senseless when she started tickling him again.
Lisa pulled Thomas up into another big hug before he even had a chance to catch his breath and kept on tickling his sensitive sides.
“I think someone likes having their nappy changed!” She said teasingly.
Thomas couldn’t answer through his stuttered laughter, but in his mind he was saying yes. He loved the attention and the intimacy of being changed, he loved the soft feel on his bottom and he even found himself liking the warm squishiness of being wet.
“Do you like wearing nappies, Tommy?” Lisa asked, relenting on the tickling for a moment.
“Yes, auntie Lisa!” Thomas responded between breaths.
“Are you my sweet little baby?” Lisa asked with an extra tickling bout.
“Yes auntie Lisa!” Thomas said, feeling his knees going weak again.
“Good boy!” Lisa said, picking Thomas up and slinging him over one shoulder like a real baby. “You are such a good boy.”
Figuring they had had enough excitement for the night, Lisa took Thomas out to the lounge room and took up their previous spot on the couch, with Thomas once again sitting on her lap. Lisa switched on his favourite cartoon channel and let Thomas relax, smiling to herself about the progress they’d made. Knowing that their time was limited for the rest of the night, she was eagerly looking forward to making preparations for Thomas’s next stay over.

Thomas was content to sit quietly for some time; so long Lisa was beginning to think he’d fallen asleep in her arms but eventually Thomas started fidgeting and wriggling just like when he was in the middle of his game.
“Is something the matter, Tommy?” Lisa asked.
“No, auntie Lisa,” Thomas replied.
“Are you sure? Because you’re moving like you’ve got ants in your pants,” Lisa teased. “Do you need another change already?”
Lisa checked him before he could respond and found him still completely dry. “Maybe you would like another drink?”
“Yes please,” Thomas responded, still fidgeting as Lisa moved him aside.
Lisa watched closely for his reaction when she reached for the baby bottle, smiling with satisfaction when he looked noticeably more excited as she took it away. In the kitchen she found herself unsure of what to give him. Water made the most sense to keep him well hydrated and ready to wet, but she was so happy with his cooperation so far she decided to treat him with an extra juice. With the bottle in hand, she returned to the lounge room and found Thomas squatting down behind the couch, having not heard her coming back so quickly.
“What’s going on here?” Lisa asked, smiling as Thomas jumped in surprise.

Before Thomas could respond Lisa had moved around the couch and put the bottle down, leaving both hands free to pull Thomas to his feet and check his nappy.
With one hand on his rapidly swelling crotch, Lisa realised she’d caught Thomas in the middle of wetting himself and couldn’t help but giggle. Thomas, despite everything that had already happened over the afternoon, had gone beet red once more, not least of all because he couldn’t stop himself even after Lisa had a hold of him.
It was a much smaller pee than his first, but large enough to completely fill up the front half of his nappy, and Lisa’s squishing and squeezing helped to spread it out towards the back. Even as she did so she was checking down the back of his waistband to see if he’d made a mess as well.
“Someone’s eager to use their nappies, aren’t they?” Lisa asked rhetorically.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to ask…” Thomas said quietly.
“Oh, Tommy, you don’t need to ask me for anything,” Lisa cooed as she whisked Thomas up and back onto her lap on the couch. “Any time you want to go potty, you just go. That’s what nappies are for, after all. Okay?”
Thomas nodded in response, eyes fixated on the bottle sitting on the table.
“Does baby Thomas want his bottle?” Lisa asked, reaching for it.
Thomas nodded again, far more eagerly and smiled around it when Lisa slid it between his lips.
“You love the feeling of your wet nappies, don’t you?” Lisa said, squishing his damp crotch with one hand while supporting the bottle in the other.

Thomas made a muffled noise of acknowledgement while he slowly drained his bottle, continuing his little fidgets each time Lisa pressed down on his nappy.
Halfway through his bottle, their moment was interrupted by Lisa’s phone ringing. She glanced at it, considering whether or not to answer.
“Could you be a big boy for a moment and hold your bottle while I get that call?” Lisa asked. Thomas nodded in response and did so, holding it up with both hands while Lisa reached for her phone.
“Hello? Hiya Kate, how’s it going?”
Thomas froze up at the mention of his mother’s name, even though it was only a phone call he was worried she was going to realise what was going on. Lisa had no such concerns, continuing to rub his nappy while talking to his mother.
“Yes, he’s been very good for me, as per usual. How’s your night been? Nice, that’s good to hear. How long do you think you’ll be? Alright, see you soon.”
Lisa hung up and took the bottle back into her own hands.
“That was your mum, I’m sure you could tell,” Lisa said. “She says she’ll be here to pick you up in about 15 minutes.”
Still finishing off his bottle, Thomas had to respond using just a look. Luckily Lisa knew exactly what was on his mind.
“Don’t you worry, we’ve got plenty of time to get you back to normal before then,” Lisa reassured him. “You just finish your drink, then we can get your nappy changed and you’ll be ready to go home. Sound good?”
Gulping down the last of his juice, Thomas nodded as Lisa pulled the bottle away. “Yes, auntie Lisa.”

For the third time in the afternoon, Thomas found himself being laid down half naked in Susie’s room. Unlike the other two times Lisa hurried the process along, quickly throwing the used nappy away and wiping Thomas clean but not bothering to get a clean one out, instead pulling Thomas up to a standing position and reaching for his previously discarded underwear and pants.
“Alright Tommy, hold onto my shoulders now, and step in one leg at a time,” Lisa instructed as she held his underwear open.
Thomas did so obediently, still feeling quietly embarrassed about letting himself get dressed by someone else, and even more so that he liked it. With his normal underwear back on, Lisa repeated the process of pulling his pants back on, with a standard pat on the bottom to finish things off.
“And just like that, our baby boy is a big boy again,” Lisa said happily. “Sorry we couldn’t go for any longer, but we had some fun, didn’t we?”
“Yep,” Thomas said simply, looking back longingly at the nappy drawer.
“Don’t you worry, there’ll be plenty left for the next time you come over,” Lisa chuckled as she noticed his gaze. “I’m so glad we discovered this little hobby of yours.”
“It does feel really nice,” Thomas agreed. “Thanks for… Doing it for me.”
“My pleasure. I was changing your nappies years ago anyway, if anything, this is a trip down memory lane for me,” Lisa chuckled. “It makes me happy to see you happy in a nappy.”

Lisa laughed as Thomas blushed and got goosebumps all over his arms again. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked them.”
“I do,” Thomas said. “It’s just… Weird hearing it so much.”
“What? Nappy?” Lisa asked.
Thomas gave an embarrassed nod in response.
“Trust me, Tommy, when you have kids of your own some day, you’ll be saying it and hearing it far more than now,” Lisa said.
“But it just feels weird for me to say it and hear it now,” Thomas tried to explain. “I shouldn’t really be liking this.”
“Trust me, Tommy, there’s nothing weird about doing what you like. If it’s not hurting anybody, and it makes you feel good, I say go for it.”
“I just know that no one else would get it. They’d make fun of me, or think something’s wrong… Especially my mum.”
“Well, what your mum doesn’t know won’t bother her. And if anyone else thinks its funny, that’s their own business,” Lisa said, getting serious. “I’m happy to let you enjoy yourself in the privacy of my home, and I think that’s good enough.”
Thomas didn’t have a response to that, besides a very quiet and very grateful “Thanks” and a quick hug.
“If I can keep a secret for you, could you keep a secret for me?” Lisa asked.
“Yeah, absolutely,” Thomas said, suddenly at full attention.
“Since last week, when Susie walked in on us trying one of her nappies on you, she’s been pestering me to let her start wearing them again,” Lisa said, smiling wider as she did so. “She saw you trying it on, figured it must be a good thing, and now she wants to wear them full time.”

“But… Why? I thought she was being toilet trained?”
“She is. But it can be tough sometimes to convince your baby boy or girl to give up their nappies, after all, they’ve been wearing them for their whole life,” Lisa explained. “She looks up to you as well, because you’re older. When she thinks it’s okay for you to wear them, she figures it must be a good thing.”
“Oh… Sorry about that,” Thomas said sheepishly.
“It’s not your fault, Tommy. Nothing to apologise for,” Lisa shrugged. “It might be something she grows out of. But then again… Maybe not,” She said with a significant look into Thomas’s eyes.
After a couple of deathly silent seconds, Lisa broke the tension with a laugh and added, “Not that I mind changing nappies, of course. It’s not really that bad as long as your baby isn’t kicking and screaming and fidgeting all over, that’s when it becomes a chore. But you and Susie, you two are like little angels at changing time.”
At that point there was a knock at the door, and with a final knowing look, Lisa got up to answer it. It was of course Thomas’s mum, cheerfully oblivious to their conversation and their entire afternoon together.
“How’s my little boy been?” Thomas’s mother asked after her greetings with Lisa.
“He’s been perfect, as always,” Lisa answered for him. “We’ve had so much fun, he might need an early night after all of it.”
Thomas nodded in affirmation, meeting his mother at the door to leave. “Thank you for having me, auntie Lisa,” he said politely, with a warm smile to her.
“My pleasure. I’m looking forward to seeing you again soon,” Lisa returned the smile with a big wave as Thomas went home for the night.

Part 3

However soon the next time was, it couldn’t come soon enough for Thomas. After having a tiny taste of the babying treatment from Lisa, he was starved for more. Every day he found himself thinking back to when he was sat on the toilet, wetting his nappy to capacity and then immediately after when Lisa laid him down and wiped him clean. He longed for the tickles, the cuddles, and the soft feel of the padded plastic around his hips.
Nearly every night he found himself dreaming of even more: He had dreamt of being locked into a highchair to be spoon-fed his meals, to helplessly poop in his pants and to be put down for a nap in a crib.
Each day Thomas waited for the good news from his mother, but for nearly a full two weeks it never came. His day dreaming grew ever more fantastical until one day, he nearly jumped with joy when his mother told him that she was going to be away for most of the weekend and that he would have to stay at Lisa’s house from Friday afternoon to Saturday night. After that news, Thomas was practically glued to the clock, counting down the hours until he was going to be dropped off and back in Lisa’s domain.
Even though it was only going to be a little over a day, his mother made sure to pack him an overnight bag full of his usual needs. Two clean changes of clothes, just in case, a toothbrush and sleeping bag. Thomas had a private smirk when he saw his packed underwear, knowing he wouldn’t end up needing any of them.

Finally the day arrived when Thomas was dropped off at Lisa’s front door with a kiss and a hug, and he and Lisa stood waving until she was out of sight. Thomas could barely wait to get inside and be alone with Lisa again.
“How’s my favourite boy been?” Lisa asked once the door was closed. “It feels like it’s been ages since I saw you last.”
“Yeah,” Thomas agreed. “I’ve been good.”
“You look very eager to be here again,” Lisa chuckled. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“I’ve really missed it,” Thomas admitted.
“I’ll bet you have… We had so much fun last time, didn’t we?” Lisa said as she took Thomas’s overnight bag for him. “Did your mum pack this for you?”
Thomas nodded in response, making Lisa giggle.
“Of course she did. I can’t imagine what you would have packed if it was left up to you… Two pairs of underwear?” Lisa said with a raised eyebrow.
Thomas blushed slightly at the sight of them. “I don’t know why two, it’s only one night.”
“I don’t know why two either,” Lisa smirked as she knelt down to Thomas’s eye level. “I was thinking you wouldn’t need any big boy undies until you have to go home.”
Thomas gave a slight involuntary shiver that Lisa immediately picked up on. “Someone’s excited, aren’t they?” Lisa asked.
Thomas could only nod in response.
“You know what you want, don’t you? Come on, you can tell auntie Lisa.”
“Could I… Could you… Please put a nappy on for me?” Thomas stammered his way out.

“Yes I can,” Lisa said with a smile. “But first, there are a few things we should take care of first.”
With Thomas’s bag in one hand, Lisa led him to Susie’s room, knocking before she entered. “Oh, Susie? Guess who’s here?”
Susie looked up from her array of toys with a surprisingly happy look and waved enthusiastically. “Hi Tommy!”
“Hi Susie,” Thomas said with a wave, slightly confused about her cheery state.
“Susie and I have been talking since you were last here, and we came to an agreement,” Lisa said, smiling as Susie’s eyes widened. “I told her if she could remain on her best behaviour, I’d let her wear her nappies all day.”
“You mean…?” Susie started to say, the excitement in her voice palpable.
“That’s right. You’ve been a very good girl all week and since Tommy’s here, I think it’s only fair that you two get to share the treatment,” Lisa said happily. “So come on, you two, let’s get your nappies on and then you can play together.”
“Yay! Thanks mummy!” Susie squealed in response.
Rather than get them changed then and there, as was seemingly the norm, Lisa turned and headed off down the corridor to her own room. Susie followed close behind, as did Thomas with a slight sense of curiosity. His jaw nearly dropped when Lisa opened the door and ushered them in.

Sat right next to Lisa’s bed was a crib, a proper baby’s crib filled with blankets and stuffed toys, painted in a soothing white tone. At the foot of her bed was some kind of table, with a couple of drawers built into the bottom and covered in a brightly coloured and padded mat. The twin, unopened packs of nappies and bottle of baby powder at the end of it confirmed initial suspicions that it was a changing table, converted to be on the floor rather than standing up. Finally, tucked into the corner, was a tall white bin with a flipping lid, presumably for nappy disposal. Thomas was speechless at the sight, Susie barely seemed to notice if it was unusual.
“What do you think, Tommy? Do you like the look of it?” Lisa asked, chuckling at his dumbfoundedness. “Since the last time you came for a visit, I dug out some old furniture and did a bit of remodeling, just for you. This is all so much more fitting than just sitting on the floor, isn’t it? Now, who wants to be first on the table?”
“Me! Me!” Susie hopped with her hand in the air, as if there were any competition to beat.
“Alright then, Susie first. Tommy, you just be patient, I’ll be with you in a moment,” Lisa said as she pulled Susie’s shirt off.
After her shirt was removed, Thomas watched as Susie happily laid down and let Lisa pull off her pants and underwear, putting all her clothes aside and ripping open the new pack of pink nappies at the end of the table. The new pack, despite having the same colour and decoration as the ones Thomas had previously seen, were noticeably thicker from where he was looking.

Rather than putting it underneath Susie immediately, Lisa opened up one of the drawers in the table and pulled out something else, a long and plain white rectangle that she placed inside the nappy, before sliding it under Susie’s bottom. Then came the wipes and the powder, and finally the tapes were stuck on and Susie was helped to her feet, legs spread apart by her new thick nappy.
“That’s step one taken care of. Now let’s get baby Susie dressed,” Lisa said as she opened up the second drawer in the table.
Lisa reached in and pulled out a neatly folded pink and white shirt, cooing for Susie to put her arms up. Susie did as she was told while Lisa unfolded the garment and pulled it over her head. Once it was on Thomas realised it wasn’t a shirt, it was far too long for that. It also tapered towards the bottom and had a row of four metal snap buttons that Lisa quickly stuck together. It was a onesie, patterned with pink and red polka dots, and the way it hugged Susie’s body really exaggerated her nappy bulge.
The final touch came from Lisa reaching back into the changing table drawer and pulling out a matching pink pacifier, which Susie promptly took into her mouth to start suckling. Within a couple of minutes she had gone from an ordinary looking girl to an overgrown baby, and she made no effort to hide that she loved it. As soon as Lisa was done dressing her, Susie flung her arms around Lisa for an enormous hug.
“Fank yoo mummy,” she babbled around her pacifier.
“You’re very welcome, sweetie,” Lisa said, with a wicked smile directed at Thomas. “Now then, Tommy, I think it’s your turn.”

Thomas stood rooted to the spot, frozen with shock. This was exactly what he had wanted, the opportunity was staring him in the face, and he found himself hesitating. Mostly he didn’t want to be seen in front of Susie, but she had been so carefree anyway. After what felt like an eternity, he found the motivation to step forward and let Lisa take control.
“Arms up for me… Good boy,” Lisa instructed as she removed his shirt. “Now, on the table for me.”
Thomas did so, feeling himself flush with embarrassment when Lisa went to remove his pants and underwear. Not helping him was Susie toddling around the room, crinkling with each step, reminding him of where he would soon be.
“I saw you noticed these first thing when you came in,” Lisa said as she tore open the second pack of nappies. “After last time, and the unfortunate leaking accident, I figured it made sense to move a size up. For both of you.”
Unlike Susie’s, the nappy Lisa produced from the second pack was a soft blue and white, equally as thick but slightly bigger overall to accommodate his body instead.
“So I went shopping, and I found these beauties,” Lisa continued as she unfolded and stretched it out. “Much thicker, much more absorbent, and in your case, much better fitting. And since I was already out shopping, I thought I’d get some extras.”
To make her point, Lisa opened up one of the table’s drawers and pulled out another one of the white rectangles. “Do you know what this is, Tommy?”
Thomas shook his head in response, unable to find his voice.

“This is what’s called a soaker pad, or stuffer. Very simple but very effective; you just put one inside a nappy…” Lisa demonstrated as she spoke. “And then you have a nappy that’s much more absorbent, less likely to leak, and much thicker.”
To prove her point she slid the stuffed nappy underneath Thomas and he immediately felt the difference from the nappies last time. Not only was it more than twice as thick, it was far wider, covering up his entire bottom with the back of the waistband going far above his hips.
Whether it was necessary or not, Lisa gave him a full clean with the baby wipes and added a generous amount of powder before bringing up the front of the nappy in line with Thomas’s bellybutton. The tapes reached appropriately further too, almost touching each other over top of his stomach. It was a much better fit than his last nappies, snug without being too tight, incredibly soft and thick enough to keep his thighs well apart. When Lisa pulled him up to his feet, his experimental steps made him feel like a toddler more than anything else.
“Now that looks much better,” Lisa commented. “Baby blue, pretty fitting, isn’t it?”
Thomas privately agreed but before he could say anything, Lisa had already produced a second onesie from the table drawer.
“Good boy…” Lisa cooed as Thomas instinctively put his arms up to let Lisa pull it on.

He was practically shaking as Lisa reached down to button up the snaps around his crotch and let out a small, involuntary gasp when they were done up. The way the onesie wrapped around the bulk of his nappy made him feel like there was a pair of invisible hands constantly pushing on it. A quick glance in the mirror showed the leak guards still poked out, to absolutely confirm what he was wearing underneath, and his onesie was decorated with even pastel blue and white stripes.
Thomas privately thought to himself he couldn’t look any more babyish, until Lisa tapped him on the shoulder to offer up a baby blue pacifier. Thomas felt his face burn up but he did as he was told and let Lisa pop it into his mouth before being pulled in for a hug.
“Fank yoo, auntie Lisa,” he said through the big rubber nipple.
“Thank you for what?” Lisa asked teasingly.
“For changing my nappy,” Thomas said without second thought.
“You’re very welcome,” Lisa said with a kiss on the cheek.
As Thomas went to let go, he was interrupted by Susie suddenly jumping in, wanting to make a group hug. Lisa took her in happily with a matching kiss on her cheek.
“My two beautiful babies,” Lisa said happily as she gave them each a loud pat on their bottoms.

Susie broke off first, followed by Thomas, and as Lisa stood up she said, “Now Tommy, I think you Susie some thanks as well.”
Thomas looked up at her in confusion, not sure what she was referring to. Lisa was happy to refresh his memory.
“Last time you were here, you got to wear a couple of nappies that came from Susie’s room,” Lisa said. “I think you should thank Susie for letting you use them.”
Thomas glanced at Susie, who didn’t seem to care at all, but he owed it to Lisa to do what she said.
“F-Fank yoo for letting me use your nappies, Susie,” Thomas mumbled.
Susie responded with another hug just for Thomas, making a loud crinkle as their padded crotches rubbed together. “It’s ok,” she said warmly.
“Thank you, Tommy, that’s very kind of you,” Lisa said happily. “Now that everyone’s dressed properly, I think we’re ready for playtime.”
“Yay!” Susie squealed, waddle running as quickly as she could back to her bedroom.
“I told you, she’s very keen on this baby treatment,” Lisa said to Thomas. “What do you say to stuffed toys and colouring books?”
Thomas struggled to get a coherent answer around his pacifier, and so settled for a simple nod. Lisa chuckled at his mumbling and escorted him to Susie’s room, making sure to point out his new gait.
“It’s a bit hard to walk with so much padding, isn’t it?” Lisa said. “If it’s too much for you, I could carry you. Or you could crawl, if you prefer?”

Thomas just shook his head, trying to maintain a steady pace with his new attire. It wasn’t easy; he stumbled over himself several times in the short distance but made it back to Susie’s room regardless where she had already gotten to work on a colouring book.
“Now Susie, because Tommy is our guest, could you let him do some colouring as well?” Lisa asked with a hand on Thomas’s shoulder.
Susie nodded and mumbled something Thomas couldn’t understand through her pacifier, but she toddled over to her wardrobe and pulled out a second book for Thomas to work with. She resumed her seat on the floor in front of her bucket of coloured pencils and got straight back to work, and without hesitation Thomas sat opposite her and flipped through his book.
“Aren’t you two so cute?” Lisa commented happily. “You have fun now, and I’ll be back to check on you soon.”
As Lisa left the both of them to their own devices, Thomas found himself coming to grips with the atmosphere of his situation. The adrenaline rush of being put into a nappy by his neighbour alongside his friend began to wear off as he finally found himself calming down. The thick padding between his legs, the rubber nipple filling his mouth, the sound of pencils scratching across books, it all came together to bring him to the calmest point he could ever remember feeling. As the colours on his page brought the picture together, Thomas silently wished the weekend would never come to a finish.

To make things even better, Lisa returned with a pair of oversized sippy cups for the two of them.
“I’m sure you’d prefer to be bottle fed,” Lisa said as she handed Thomas his cup. “But mummy has to get started on making dinner, so if you two could be big kids for mummy and drink from your own cups, it would be a big help.”
Susie immediately took out her pacifier and put her pencils down to take the cup, gratefully drinking it down quickly as she could. Thomas followed suit, happy to sink further into his babyish headspace. Lisa seemed very proud of him, making sure to give him an extra pat on the head and telling him what a good boy he was before leaving them once more.
Susie finished her drink in record time, returning her pacifier to her mouth and getting straight back to her colouring. Thomas opted to take his time, enjoying the moment and having to get used to drinking through his new cup as opposed to a regular glass, or even a baby bottle. Eventually he finished and followed Susie’s lead, sucking on his pacifier and going back to his colouring.
Time flew by as they sat and played, marked only by Lisa’s frequent checks on them, accompanied by either refilling their cups or having a look at their works and giving them a sweet, motherly compliment. As the drinks tallied up and time went on, Thomas felt the familiar build up in his bladder and realised why Lisa was so eager to keep them hydrated.

Thomas tried to relieve himself sitting down so as to not interrupt his colouring, but to no avail. In the end he stood up momentarily, only to immediately squat down low and unleash a flood.
His new nappy and soaker pad did their job tremendously well compared to the little ones he had worn last time. Whereas his last wetting caused a leak, this one absorbed everything quickly enough that his bottom remained dry even as the padding around his crotch swelled up.
The snugness of his onesie became much more apparent as his wet nappy strained against the crotch buttons and made for a very pleasant sensation overall. Thomas couldn’t help but giggle quietly as he poked at his own handiwork and felt it squish as he sat back down.
After another quick passage of time, Lisa came back to check on Susie and Thomas, refilling their cups for the third time. After a quick refill, she had another check to make and asked Thomas to stand up for her.
Thomas looked confused, but did so without question. With him standing Lisa found it far easier to unbutton his onesie for a quick nappy check, even though she could tell from sight alone she found it necessary to give Thomas a few pats and prods.
“Someone has a soggy bum,” Lisa said in a sing-song voice as she moved onto Susie. “And what about my baby girl?”

Doing an identical check on Susie showed she was even wetter than Thomas, to his surprise. She hadn’t made it obvious that she was wetting while doing her colouring, clearly she was more used to doing it than Thomas was.
“Two wet bums,” Lisa announced. “Come on, let’s get you two changed.”
Back in Lisa’s room, Thomas was first on the changing table while Susie stood back and patiently waited for her turn.
“You really do love wetting your nappies, don’t you Tommy?” Lisa asked rhetorically as she pushed his onesie up clear of his nappy area.
As she did so, her fingertips brushed against Thomas’s sides and made him giggle and writhe at the sensation, as Lisa’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam.
“You really love it, don’t you?” Lisa said as she started her tickle torture.
Thomas laughed himself silly as he struggled on the table, unable to escape Lisa’s grip, and the result of the drinks she was encouraging them to take was made more apparent as he lost control of his bladder and even more pee flowed into his already wet nappy.
“Oh my goodness,” Lisa commented as she watched the wetness spread through the seat of Thomas’s nappy. “I’m glad you decided to finish before I got your nappy off!”
Even when the tickling stopped, Thomas couldn’t help but giggle as the warmth spread up towards his bottom. He wouldn’t have ever believed that wetting himself could feel so good.

Lisa let him take the time to calm down, finish wetting and allowed his nappy to soak it all in before she got on with changing him. She didn’t dawdle, knowing Susie was still waiting for her change and within a couple of minutes Thomas was happily wearing a freshly stuffed nappy and standing aside with his onesie on tight.
Halfway through Susie’s change, Lisa said, “Tommy, darling, if you’re not too busy, could you do mummy a favour and put these in the bin for me?”
She was gesturing towards the twin, rolled up wet nappies sitting next to the table and then towards the tall white bin over in the corner. Thomas did as he was asked immediately, quietly surprised at just how much weight they had taken on and being even more impressed that neither of them had leaked. It wasn’t until after he had dumped them that it occurred to him that Lisa had been referring to herself as his mummy since he and Susie got into their playtime.
Lisa quickly finished off Susie’s change and did up her onesie with the standard pat on the bottom as she ran back to her colouring books.
Thomas slowly sidled up to Lisa, tapping at her shoulder.
“What’s up, darling?” Lisa asked as she pulled Thomas’s pacifier out.
“Um... Mummy?” Thomas asked.

“What about her?” Lisa sounded just as confused. “Is there something she forgot to pack?”
“I mean… You were saying mummy just now, not auntie,” Thomas clumsily explained.
Lisa realised what he was asking, and tried to wave it off. “Oh, Tommy, that was just because Susie was around. I’m so used to saying mummy around her. I know I’m still your auntie.”
Thomas nodded slowly, wishing he hadn’t even brought it up.
“Would you prefer to call me mummy?” Lisa asked.
Thomas blushed slightly, giving away his feelings before he could answer. “Well, I- I’ve already got my mum…”
“I know you do, sweetie. I’m not trying to replace her or make you do anything you don’t want to,” Lisa said as she brushed her fingers through his hair. “I just like to see you happy, and if it makes you happy, you can call me what you want.”
“It just sounds… Confusing, you know?” Thomas said.
“I know. Susie doesn’t always call me mummy either, only when she’s really upset or really happy with me, like when I tell her she doesn’t need her nappies or when I let her end up having them,” Lisa went on. “Think of it this way: Your mum treats you like the big boy you are when you’re at home, but when you come to my house, your mummy can treat you like the little boy you are.”
That didn’t clear things up for Thomas, if anything it confused him further. Lisa thought for a second and finished by saying, “You can call me whatever you want, whatever will make you happy. I can be your auntie, your babysitter, your nanny or your mummy. Ok?”

Thomas nodded, earning himself another hug and bottom pat.
“Good boy. You run along now and have fun with Susie,” Lisa said sweetly as she gave him his pacifier back.
Thomas needed no further encouragement and quickly made his way back to Susie’s room, and thankfully she had no questions about what was taking him so long.
Not long after he had gotten back to his colouring, Lisa dropped in briefly to refill their drinks before leaving them on their own once more. Thomas, not wanting to disappoint, kept on drinking what he was given even as Susie slowed down, clearly full already.
As he got back into his flow of colouring and drinking, the awkward chat with Lisa gradually faded from his mind and Thomas lost himself in time with his leisure. He didn’t know how long he was in his blissful state of mind but he was quickly brought out of it when he felt a pressure slowly building up in his bowels and realised he had to poop.
The idea of it put him into a slight panic, he hadn’t discussed messing himself with Lisa and found himself wondering whether he should go ahead and do it without letting her know, or whether she would want him to use the toilet normally.

After a quick internal debate, Thomas figured he would be expected to use his nappies completely and quickly went to his squatting posture. Even with the intention and the feeling building, he couldn’t produce anything as hard as he tried. The tightness of his nappy and onesie kept his cheeks firmly together and prevented him from getting anything out as he usually would.
In a moment of revelation, he remembered how Lisa sat him on the toilet to get past his first hurdle of wetting and thought it was worth a try. Silently excusing himself to the bathroom, he put the seat up, same as the last time, and sat up to try and get things moving.
Even that plan turned out to be no help, his stomach gurgled and churned but he produced nothing but another wetting.
With no other options and getting desperate to relieve himself, Thomas mustered up the courage to go and let Lisa know, feeling himself burn with embarrassment with each step towards the kitchen.

“Auntie Lisa?” Thomas tentatively asked as he tugged at her dress to get her attention.
“Hello Tommy, what can I do for you?” Lisa asked sweetly as she turned. “Did you lose your pacifier? Or does someone need their nappy changed again already?”
Thomas shook his head, even as Lisa unbuttoned his onesie to have a check for herself.
“Only a little wet? I think it can hold it a lot more,” Lisa said as she rebuttoned the crotch up.
“I- I have to poop,” Thomas said quietly, ashamed to have to say it out loud.
Lisa gave him a patronising look in return, as if he had forgotten their agreement. “Well it’s a good thing you’ve got your nappy on, isn’t it?”
“I mean, I can’t,” Thomas said. “I tried but I couldn’t do it.”
Lisa’s expression softened but she still smiled at Thomas’s plight. “Aww, you poor thing. It’s ok, stage fright happens to the best of us.”
Thomas could only stare at his feet, wondering what he was going to do.
“I can help move things along for you, but there’s one condition,” Lisa said, gently turning his head up to look him in the eye.
“Ok…” Thomas replied nervously.
“I’ve got some special medicines to help babies make a poopy if they’re feeling blocked up,” Lisa explained. “One of them you’ll have to eat, and it won’t taste nice. The other one might be a bit uncomfortable because it will have to go in your bum, but it will be over quickly.”

“Um… The first one,” Thomas said quickly.
“I’m not done yet,” Lisa said. “I don’t want to have to change one poopy nappy now and have Susie go poopy on her own around dinner, so whichever medicine you want to take, Susie’s going to have it as well.”
Thomas barely figured it was much of a decision to make, and stuck with his choice. “I still think the first one.”
“Alright then,” Lisa said, moving over to one of the kitchen cupboards. “You go and get Susie to come in here and we can get your medicine.”
Thomas waddled back to Susie’s room where she was still absent mindedly doing her colouring-in. “Your mum wants us in the kitchen,” he said curtly.
Susie looked up slightly confused, thinking dinner was already done. She still went with Thomas, with no objections until she entered the kitchen and saw Lisa holding a brown bottle with a large metal spoon.
“Mummy, no!” Susie whined, letting her pacifier drop to the floor.
“Now Susie, there’s no need for tantrums,” Lisa said, picking up the dirtied pacifier and putting it aside in the sink. “It’s time for you and Thomas to have your medicine.”
“But I don’t need it!” Susie objected.
“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady,” Lisa said sternly. “You haven’t made a poopie all day and if you’re constipated I need to take care of it sooner rather than later.”
“I am not!” Susie stomped her foot and crossed her arms angrily. “I just don’t need to go!”

“That’s enough, Susie,” Lisa said as she put the bottle down. “Do you want a time-out?”
“No,” Susie said with a huff.
“Do you want me to go and get the special medicine for your bum instead?” Lisa asked.
“No,” Susie grumbled.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take your medicine then?” Lisa asked.
Susie hesitated, frowning and looking over at Thomas. “Why doesn’t Tommy have to?”
“Tommy is going to have it as well,” Lisa said as Thomas blushed and Susie seemed slightly relieved. “He hasn’t gone poopie all day either, and I want to get both of your dirty nappies done at the same time. Would you want to sit through dinner in a dirty nappy?”
“No,” Susie grumbled, knowing there was no way out.
“So, are you going to be good and take your medicine?” Lisa repeated.
After a slight pause and an angry sigh, Susie muttered, “Fine.”
“Good. Any more outbursts, and you’ll be having time-out without getting a change,” Lisa warned, retrieving the bottle and spoon. “And the same goes for you, Tommy.”
Thomas thought that was unfair, having done nothing at all, but said nothing as Lisa poured a thick yellow liquid into the spoon and held it up for Susie to take.

“Open up,” Lisa said in a sing-song voice, adding, “Good girl” as Susie swallowed the medicine with a foul look on her face.
Susie coughed and gagged a few times, but ultimately kept the liquid down. Lisa quickly filled the spoon a second time and moved over to Thomas.
“Open up, Tommy,” Lisa said in her same tone. “That’s a good boy,” as Thomas took the spoon in to his mouth.
The taste was repulsive to him as well as the texture, Thomas barely managed to swallow half of it before reflexively spitting the rest out onto the floor and gagging like Susie.
“Oh Tommy, that’s no good,” Lisa tutted. “If you don’t have the full spoonful, it won’t work.”
“How come Tommy doesn’t get a time out for spitting?” Susie complained.
“Because it’s his first time having it. I let you off the hook the first time you spat it out too,” Lisa reminded her as she filled the spoon again. “Now come on, Tommy. Be a strong boy for mummy and take all your medicine.”
With all of his effort and focus, Thomas managed to choke down the second spoonful and kept it down, despite the awful feeling. Immediately he felt his stomach churn as the thick liquid slid down his throat, trying his best not to vomit immediately.

While Thomas and Susie gagged over the sensation of their medicine, Lisa had filled a couple of small glasses with some juice to offer them.
“That should help with the taste of it,” Lisa said as the two babies gulped their juice down immediately. “Now go on, back to your playing and I’ll check on you when it’s changing time.”
Thomas and Susie dutifully waddled back to Susie’s room, resuming their colouring with a distinct different in attitude. Thomas found it difficult to concentrate with his guts churning and growling and Susie kept her same unhappy scowl as she felt the same sensations.
“Are you ok?” Thomas asked.
“I hate that stupid stuff,” Susie grumbled. “It’s so yucky.”
“It was pretty bad,” Thomas agreed.
“Mummy always makes me have it too,” Susie continued, shifting to a kneeling position. “It hurts, and it’s stinky and sticky.”
As if to emphasise her point, Susie let out a foul smelling fart. The distinct noise was muffled, but the smell hit Thomas immediately and made his sick feeling even worse.
A severe cramp hit his stomach, making Thomas double over in shock and reach for his pacifier for comfort. However hard he tried, his furious suckling and attempts to focus on his colouring couldn’t take his mind off the state of his upset stomach. Within minutes he was in the same state as Susie, occasionally groaning with discomfort and letting off some horrible gas, but still keeping his nappy clean.

Susie and Thomas were so preoccupied with the effects of their medicine neither of them noticed Lisa had come to the door until she made her presence known by cheerfully asking, “How are my babies doing?”
With a step into the room, she exaggeratedly fanned the air with her hand. “Smells like someone might have a dirty nappy! Susie, sweetie, come here for me.”
Susie struggled to get to her feet, still holding onto her stomach, and toddled over to Lisa obediently. Once again Lisa unsnapped the buttons of her onesie, opting to pull it off completely rather than just check and resnap them. With Susie left naked save for her damp nappy, Lisa did her standard check down the back by pulling the waistband back and peering downwards.
“Still clean!” Lisa sounded surprised. “Maybe Tommy’s the one who’s making all that smell?”
Leaving Susie where she stood, Lisa moved over to Thomas and removed his onesie as well. His nappy was obviously wet on sight alone, but a cursory check revealed he was clean too.
“Not Tommy either?” Lisa commented. “Were you lying to me when you said you needed to go poo-poo?”
“No, auntie Lisa,” Thomas said. Even if he was lying before, the medicine was quickly doing its work on him.
“Mummy…” Susie groaned, getting Lisa and Thomas’s full attention as she fell into a squatting position.

With her hands wrapped around her own stomach and her bottom hovering just above the floor, Susie quietly let out a pained grunt before she started to noisily fill up her nappy.
Despite the muffling effect of the thick padding, Susie’s continuous loud and wet farts were deafening in the small bedroom. Lisa watched with a quiet satisfaction as the seat of Susie’s nappy bulged outwards with each push while Thomas looked on with a quiet horror, knowing that he would be doing the same in no time.
It took a couple of long minutes of continued grunts and loud pushes for Susie to finish her business, she made it clear she was done by standing up and asking to be changed immediately.
“Are you sure it’s all out?” Lisa asked. “I don’t want to change you only for you to make a dirty nappy right after.”
“I’m sure,” Susie whined.
“What about Tommy?” Lisa asked as she turned back to Thomas. “Are you ready to go poopie?”
Thomas found himself dumbstruck, unable to take his eyes off Susie’s now completely full nappy. Lisa noticed immediately and laughed it off.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, just do what comes naturally and auntie Lisa will take care of you,” she said with a loving pat on the head. “Now come along, we don’t want to completely stink out Susie’s room.”

Lisa held Susie’s hand while they walked back to her room as Thomas stayed behind, watching the pale brown stains make themselves more obvious around Susie’s bottom and leak guards. Even with the new, more absorbent nappies on, all the extra weight caused enormous sagging and gave Susie the most babyish waddle Thomas had seen yet.
Lisa wasted no time in picking Susie up and laying her down on the changing table, and digging out the necessary supplies before even getting started on changing her. As Lisa busied herself, Susie closed her eyes and with another short series of farts, loaded up her nappy even further.
“So you weren’t done after all?” Lisa chuckled. “You keep doing your thing, then sweetie, I’ll leave you until you’re completely done.”
Susie had nothing to say to that, instead continuing to push out the last of her medicine’s effects.
Lisa simply sat back and watched, box of baby wipes in hand, watching Susie continue to mess herself and waiting for her to finish. From behind the both of them, Thomas attempted to discreetly let out a fart that had been slowly building since they entered. It was anything but discreet, and it ended up not completely being a fart either, as Thomas tried to gently push he felt a small amount of sticky liquid shoot into his waiting nappy.
Lisa turned her head at the sound and smiled as Thomas fell into the familiar squat and with one enormous push, started to relieve his cramping stomach and pooped his pants for the first time in years.

Thomas could scarcely believe just how much poop came out of him with a single push, and it would not let up afterwards. Worse than his worst ever case of diarrhea, no matter how much of the semi-solid mess he forced out, the stomach pains and cramps didn’t subside, if anything they got even stronger as he went on.
On top of the cramps, the feeling of his nappy filling up made Thomas feel even more uncomfortable. Immediately the seat of it filled to capacity and with each push, more mess flowed up towards his back and downwards towards his crotch. The thoroughly sticky and stinky mess made him feel sick to his stomach as it smeared across his bottom, each time he thought he was done another cramp hit; and with an accompanying wet fart he piled more in. It was without a doubt, the loudest and longest poop he had ever taken in his life, and in a nappy no less. The thought would have filled Thomas with shame if he wasn’t focused on emptying his bowels.
Lisa enjoyed the spectacle for a few seconds before turning back to Susie, who appeared to have finished her own pooping ordeal and was laid back lifting her bottom off the table in an attempt to prevent the mess inside her nappy from moving around any further. Lisa quickly spoiled that idea as she pushed her flat onto the table and smiled mischievously at Susie’s uncomfortable grimace when her full nappy squished against her.
“I know you don’t like having to take your poo-poo medicine, sweetie,” Lisa said as she ripped open the tapes. “But if you could go poo-poo regularly, we wouldn’t need to help you out.”

The smell in the room intensified as Lisa got Susie’s nappy open and started on the long task of getting her completely clean, making comments all the while about what a smelly baby she was. Susie had nothing to say in return, as she was already on thin ice after complaining about having to take her medicine and she knew what she was getting in for when she asked her mother to let her go back to nappies.
It took a considerable amount of time and baby wipes but Susie was finally made completely clean, and after a generous amount of baby powder the smell in the room was brought to a more acceptable level. Another clean nappy fitted with a stuffer was taped on and Susie was allowed to go back to her playing.
Susie practically sprinted out of Lisa’s room, accompanied by the signature crinkling of a dry nappy, without so much a look at Thomas as he continued to fill his own.
“That’s one messy baby taken care of,” Lisa said, with Thomas now the subject of her full attention. “What about little Tommy? Is he done messing his nappy yet?”
Thomas hadn’t budged from his squatting by the door, even though he hadn’t passed any more poop for a couple of minutes his stomach was still giving him grief. As Lisa approached he tentatively rose to standing, unable to take his eyes off the floor.
“I guess you weren’t lying about needing to poop, huh?” Lisa commented, looking at Thomas’s heavily swollen nappy. “You’ve done almost twice as much as Susie. Have a look at that!”

Lisa took Thomas’s hand and pulled him over to her full body mirror, allowing Thomas a perfect view of himself. Thomas slowly looked up and met his own reflection’s eyes and it was as if he was looking into a parallel world.
There he stood, with a big pacifier in his mouth and wearing nothing but a babyish blue nappy, filled to capacity. With the crib sitting in the background and the changing table with its full packets of nappies waiting behind him, the sensation of it all was too much. Without even knowing why, Thomas began to cry.
Silently his shoulders started to heave and tears started to slowly leak from the corners of his eyes. Lisa saw it immediately and gently embraced him to try and comfort him, but it was no good. Even with his head on her shoulder and her arms around him, he couldn’t stop the tears coming.
“What’s wrong, Tommy?” Lisa asked in her sweet, motherly voice. “It’s ok… It’s nothing to worry about, it’s just a dirty nappy.”
Just the mention of the phrase was enough to put Thomas over the edge and his tears turned into full sobs, even through his pacifier his crying was loud and unwavering as a baby’s. Lisa did what little she could to soothe him, with gentle pats and whispers that it was going to be ok. It took some time but gradually Thomas calmed down, reduced to quiet sniffling and heavy breaths.

When Lisa thought the worst of it was over, she pulled away and asked gently, “What’s the matter, Tommy?”
Thomas could only point at the mirror in response. Lisa looked at it in confusion and asked again, pulling Thomas’s pacifier out so he could respond properly.
“I look- I look so stupid,” Thomas choked out.
“You don’t look stupid,” Lisa said firmly. “You are adorable.”
“I’m just a big baby,” Thomas said, tears flowing harder.
“You are not a baby,” Lisa said. “You might have a pacifier and a full nappy but you are still my favourite big boy, and I won’t hear you say any different.”
Thomas couldn’t think of what to say in response, but the tears wouldn’t let up regardless.
“Remember how you asked me for this to begin with?” Lisa said. “Remember how you asked me to put you in a nappy and laughed as we got you changed?”
Thomas could only nod in response.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about,” Lisa said. “I’m sure it was uncomfortable having to take your medicine just now, but it was the next step. You’ve worn your nappies dry, wet and now dirty as well. Now do you still want to wear them?”
Without second thought, Thomas nodded.
“So then what are these tears for?” Lisa asked light heartedly. “Do you think you’ve got all that yucky poop out?”
“I think so,” Thomas said quietly.
“Well then let’s get you out of that nasty nappy and into a nice fresh one. How does that sound?” Lisa suggested.

Lisa popped Thomas’s pacifier back into his mouth and with a whispered assurance that she would be right back, left him standing alone with his reflection in front of the changing table. With some quiet time to think about his situation, Thomas found himself racking his brain to figure out why he was crying in the first place. As hard as he tried he could not come to a reason why and found himself embarrassed for crying so hard in the first place, especially in front of his aunt Lisa.
As he came to that train of thought, Lisa returned holding a familiar baby bottle filled with apple juice and pressed it into his hands.
“I think someone needs a nice soothing drink,” Lisa commented as she removed his pacifier again. “You can have this back when you finish your bottle, ok?”
Thomas was about to reply before Lisa picked him up and gently laid him down on the table, trying her best not to squish his nappy against the table. Something about the change of position stirred something up in his stomach, and as Lisa reached for the tapes he managed to croak out, “Wait.”
Lisa paused, hands still in position, with an eyebrow raised. “Is something else wrong, Tommy?”
An unexpected stomach cramp hit as Thomas tried to respond, and he ended up making an involuntary cry as he let out another sloppy fart and pushed another pile of poop into his nappy.

Lisa smiled in response, watching his dirty bulge turn slightly more convex. “I guess we aren’t ready for a change yet after all?”
Thomas shut his eyes with the effort to force out another load while Lisa pushed his legs to his chest to help things along. Together they sat until Thomas was only passing gas and relief returned to his stomach, and Lisa took the chance to heft his loaded nappy in the palm of her hand.
“Have a look at yourself, Tommy,” she said with a giggle. “That is without a doubt the fullest nappy I have ever seen.”
At risk of starting to cry again, Thomas snuck a quick peak in the mirror and found himself shocked at how far it was sagging. Lying flat on his back, the soaked and full padding was drooping almost halfway down his thighs. Lisa put his legs back down and reached for the tabs once more, reminding Thomas to drink his bottle before she opened his nappy up to get cleaning.
Thomas clamped his eyes shut when he heard the velcro tearing sound and tried to focus entirely on drinking his juice rather than the awful smell and Lisa’s comments about what a big mess he had made.
It took Lisa even longer to get Thomas cleaned up than it took to get Susie done, on account of his being blocked up and taking an extra half spoonful of medicine. Thomas refused to open his eyes until he felt the soothing softness of a fresh nappy being taped on and Lisa pulling him up to his feet.
“That feels so much nicer, doesn’t it?” Lisa asked him with an accompanying pat on his now clean bottom.

Thomas nodded as he finished off his juice bottle, letting Lisa take it from him. As she reached for his pacifier he mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
Lisa was genuinely confused by that comment, of all things. “What are you sorry for?”
“For crying, and pooping so much,” Thomas said as he hung his head low.
“It’s nothing to worry about, Tommy,” Lisa said with another big hug. “I don’t mind what you do in your nappies, I’m happy to clean you up afterwards and get you a fresh one. And if you ever need to have a cry, you just go ahead and I’ll be here for you.”
To cap off their discussion, she popped his pacifier back in which he dutifully started to suckle. Much to his surprise it actually helped to soothe him after everything that had happened.
“Now, I was thinking that after all that excitement, you might need a nap before dinner time. What do you think?” Lisa suggested.
Thomas looked at her and then nervously glanced over at the crib.
“That’s right, Tommy,” Lisa smiled. “Do you want to give the crib a try?”
Thomas paused, knowing it wouldn’t make sense after everything he had cried about before. But he couldn’t deny what he wanted, and he did want to have a rest. Looking back at Lisa he gave a sheepish nod.
Lisa smiled and carried him over to the crib, gently placing him on top of the folded blankets. With a huge selection of toys to choose from, Lisa opted for a stuffed tiger that Thomas quickly took and hugged to his chest.
“You have a good rest, Tommy. I’ll come get you in an hour or two,” Lisa said with a kiss on the forehead as she left and closed the door behind her.
Exhausted from his long, messy accident and his huge sobbing fit, and feeling soothed after his nappy change and bottle, Thomas found enormous comfort in the soft blankets of his crib. With his new tiger friend in hand he closed his eyes and soon found himself drifting off to sleep.

Part 4

Thomas awoke an unknown amount of time later, stretching himself out and blinking his bleary eyes. For a few sleepy moments he thought he might have dreamed everything that happened prior until his feet brushed against the bars of the crib and reality set back in. As always after waking up from a sleep, he found his bladder achingly full and was incredibly relieved to find his nappy still securely taped on.
Laid flat on his back with one hand resting on his crotch, Thomas sighed happily as he soaked his nappy and smiled as he felt it grow warm and soft. Silently grateful that Lisa insisted on constantly offering him drinks, he enjoyed his private moment of rubbing the wetness around before rolling over onto his stomach to go back to his resting state.
He didn’t get back to sleep after waking up but Thomas found himself feeling the most relaxed he had all day, quietly wishing he could live the rest of his life in that state. After a bit longer of relaxing all by himself, Lisa quietly opened the door trying her best to not disturb him.
Thomas rolled over as the lights came on, genuinely happy to see Lisa come back for him. Lisa was just as happy to see him, beaming as she leant over the crib and reaching down to stroke his hair.
“Wakey wakey, sweetie,” she cooed. “Dinner’s almost ready to be served.”
Thomas obligingly rolled onto his back to start getting up to his feet, clearly showing his latest accident.
“You never said you were a bedwetter,” Lisa commented as she reached down to have a feel. “Still warm? Did you just wake up and have to go?”
Thomas nodded as he stood up, holding onto the crib rails for support, as the soft mattress didn’t allow him to maintain a steady posture.
“That’s alright then,” Lisa said as she lifted Thomas by the armpits. “Although if you did wet the bed it would be a great excuse to wear nappies all the time.”

Lisa shifted her grip to carry Thomas closer to her chest, with one hand deliberately using his bottom for support.
“Still nice and dry in the back,” Lisa commented. “I think you could wait for a change until after dinner, how’s that sound?”
Thomas made a noise of approval through his pacifier, barely thinking about anything besides just enjoying the ride.  He was slightly disappointed when it came to end as Lisa let him take a seat at the kitchen table, but found his excitement swelling back when he saw the colourful, cartoon character decorated plate waiting in front of him with another full sippy cup.
Lisa gently took his pacifier out, assuring him, “You can have it back after we’ve eaten,” before she went to go and get Susie.
Susie wasn’t so lucky to get carried to the table, instead being lead by the hand, not that she seemed to mind. Still without any extra clothes, her nappy was also noticeably damp but not enough for Lisa to worry about, as she sat Susie right next to Thomas and took her pacifier out too.
“You two are so adorable together,” Lisa said sweetly. “I don’t want you making a mess on your onesies so you can have them back after dinner. Would you believe I forgot to get some bibs, of all things? You don’t mind just being in your nappies, do you?”
Thomas and Susie shook their heads in unison, making Lisa laugh out loud.
“Oh, you two are just too cute,” Lisa said as she started to dish up.

It was a simple meal of roast beef and vegetables of which Lisa took the generous step of cutting up Thomas and Susie’s food before serving them. It was a small gesture but one that didn’t go unnoticed by Thomas, who was now attuned to Lisa’s motherly treatment and appreciative of every little part.
“Are we going to have dessert as well, mummy?” Susie asked.
“We might,” Lisa said cheekily. “If you and Tommy can clean your plates, there might be some room for dessert afterwards.”
Susie gave Thomas an encouraging nudge under the table, with a fierce look in her eyes as she motioned to the carrots and peas left on his plate.
With Susie twisting his arm, Thomas managed to work his way through the rest of his vegetables and finished off his drink to boot. Susie powered through the rest of her dinner too and sat back with a quiet satisfaction, left to hope that Lisa would hold up her end of their deal.
Lisa took her time in finishing her meal, delighting in watching Susie squirm with anticipation and she took even more time with clearing the table and doing the washing up.
“Alright then. Who needs a nappy change?” Lisa asked with the dishes left out to try.
“Mummy, you said we could have dessert!” Susie whined.
Thomas thought to himself perhaps Susie wasn’t ready to grow up if she kept complaining like a genuine toddler, and that maybe it would be best if Lisa kept her as a full time baby too.

“I said we might be able to,” Lisa said with her mischievous smile.
Susie crossed her arms and frowned, only making Lisa chuckle in response.
“I think it would only be fair if everyone gets to share in it,” Lisa said, echoing her sentiment for the entire day. “Tommy, do you think you’ve got room for dessert after all those veggies?”
“Yes auntie Lisa,” Thomas said, knowing Susie would never forgive him if he prevented her from getting any.
“Well in that case…” Lisa trailed off as she prepared a few bowls and spoons, along with a tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer. “Susie first, since she’s so keen.”
Despite the three bowls out, Lisa only scooped some ice cream into one bowl and brought it over to the table. “Open wide, sweetie.”
Susie needed no further encouragement and happily let Lisa spoon-feed her until the bowl was empty. Thomas felt an excited chill run through his body when Lisa brought over the second bowl and held a spoonful of ice cream up to his face.
“Say ‘Aaah’ for me…” Lisa cooed.
Thomas was in a state of bliss as Lisa made a big show of feeding him his serve of dessert, making sure to spread it all around his lips to really give him the look of a messy-eating baby. Unfortunately there was no mirror for him to see himself in, but the image was something Lisa would never forget.
“Good boy!” Lisa said happily as she took his bowl away and very quickly made herself a serve.
Thomas and Susie found themselves fidgeting once more, not for more ice cream as they both knew it would be pushing their luck, but to be excused from the table and go back to their own devices. Both had continued to wet themselves over the course of their meal and were very ready for a change too, something Lisa was one hundred percent aware of and happy to draw out.

After another quick round of washing up their dessert bowls, Lisa took the time to wipe Susie and Thomas’s faces clean before giving them their pacifiers back and saying the words that were music to their ears.
“Time for a nappy change,” Lisa sang as she pulled their chairs away from the table to let them get up. “Oh my goodness, Susie, look at how full that is! You’re almost leaking!”
“It’s not my fault,” Susie grumbled in response, pulling her pacifier out. “You keep giving us more to drink.”
“If the alternative is dehydration, I’d rather risk a leaky nappy,” Lisa said with a tap on the nose. “So come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Once more they went through their usual routine as Lisa dutifully changed them, making comments all the while about how impressed she was with the new nappies and soaker pad’s durability and how well Thomas had taken to them. Once they were both comfortable and dry, they got their onesies put back on to complete the look.
“Now how does a bit of TV sound before bed?” Lisa suggested.
Thomas and Susie both agreed happily and before long they were all situated on the lounge room couch with the cartoons on, Lisa sandwiched between the two as they both leaned in for a cuddle.

With her stomach full and in a comfortable spot, lulled by the sounds of the TV, it didn’t take too long for Susie to start falling asleep. Lisa gently nudged her awake a couple of times until it became clear after an hour or so that Susie was due for her bed time.
“Susie, sweetie, I think you should go and clean your teeth,” Lisa suggested as Susie blinked wearily.
“Can’t I stay up a bit longer?” Susie asked.
“I don’t think you can, you’re nearly falling asleep already,” Lisa said. “Go on and clean your teeth and we can get you tucked into bed.”
Susie reluctantly got up off the couch and staggered to the bathroom to do as she was told. Thomas looked up at Lisa and quickly popped his pacifier out.
“Do I have to go to bed too, auntie Lisa?” Thomas asked.
“I think it might be a good idea. You’ve had a very busy day,” Lisa pondered. “But before you go to clean your teeth, there’s one more thing I think we should do for you.”
Lisa stood up and headed into the kitchen, motioning for Thomas to follow. He did so with some confusion, wondering what more she could possibly have for him. She ended up pouring him one more drink, a good-sized glass of thick orange fluid.
“I promise you, it doesn’t taste horrible,” Lisa said as Thomas frowned at the look of it.
Thomas took a tentative sip and found it to be strange, but not off-putting. Thicker than juice, despite looking like it was made of oranges, and slightly sweet but not good enough to drink it down in one go.

“What is this stuff?” Thomas asked when he’d drained the glass.
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” Lisa said mysteriously, giggling at Thomas’s expression. “Trust me, it’s fine. After all that medicine you had before, this will help get your stomach feeling back to normal.”
That was some relief at least to Thomas, still pondering what that meant when Susie came back rubbing her eyes.
“Mummy, I cleaned my teeth,” she said with a yawn.
“Good girl,” Lisa said with a hug. “Let’s get you tucked in then.”
Lisa took Susie by the hand and walked with her back to her bed, motioning for Thomas to follow. As Lisa pulled back the sheets, she said to Thomas, “Would you like to say goodnight, Tommy?”
Without much thought, Thomas held his arms out and gave Lisa a big hug, saying warmly, “Goodnight, Susie.”
Susie returned the hug and the goodnight message, turning back to her bed and climbing in. As she did so, Lisa made sure to check her nappy and happily announced she was completely dry before pulling the sheets over and tucking them in under the mattress. A kiss on the forehead capped it off as Lisa turned and quietly whisked Thomas out of her bedroom, gently closing the door behind them.

“Alright then, that’s one baby taken care of,” Lisa said as she took Thomas’s hand. “Does Tommy want to get ready for bed?”
“Yes, auntie Lisa,” Thomas nodded.
Thomas had almost completely forgotten about his overnight bag packed by his mother until Lisa went to it to retrieve his toothbrush.
“Can you be auntie’s big boy and clean your teeth all by yourself?” Lisa said sweetly.
Thomas nodded happily, taking his brush and going straight to the bathroom to do his duty. While he stood brushing, the toilet in the corner caught his eye and make him chuckle to himself. Won’t be needing that any time soon, he thought as he finished up his brushing.
When he had finished his teeth, Lisa was waiting for him outside the bathroom with a pressing question.
“Now Tommy, I had been meaning to ask you earlier but it slipped me by… Where are you going to sleep tonight?”
That caught Thomas off guard, he hadn’t even considered it all afternoon. Luckily for him, Lisa had choices available for him.
“The way I see it, you’ve got three options: You can share a bed with Susie, you can share a bed with me, or you can sleep alone in the crib,” Lisa said, already knowing the answer.
Thomas was tempted by the idea of sleeping in the same bed as Lisa, he hadn’t slept in his parent’s bed since he was a toddler and it sounded tempting. But even more tempting, and already shown to be nice, was the crib.

“The crib, please,” Thomas said confidently.
“That’s what I thought,” Lisa smiled, picking Thomas up once more and moving into her room. “How are we doing, nappy wise?”
“I don’t have to go yet,” Thomas replied as Lisa laid him down in the crib.
“Oh really?” Lisa said as she opened up his onesie for a check. “Well I’ll be, still dry. That’s good, going to bed wet is a surefire way to get a rash, and we don’t want that.”
“No, auntie Lisa,” Thomas nodded, smiling as she redid his onesie’s buttons.
“Can I just say, I’m very proud of how far you’ve come today,” Lisa said with a warm smile. “I was wondering if I might have made a mistake getting all these things out for you, but I might have to make them a permanent fixture for when you visit. Does that sound good?”
Thomas nodded, suckling at his pacifier eagerly.
“Next time I go out shopping, I think I’ll get another few boxes of nappies, just for you. We can make this your own personal nursery, full of toys and pacifiers and clothes, and as many nappies as you could dream of. All of it for you, baby Tommy,” Lisa leaned down to give her excited boy a kiss on the forehead to cap everything off. “Sweet dreams, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Lisa left Thomas alone in the room once more, planning to go to bed a little later and allowing him to calm down on his own. It took some time, as Thomas was unbelievably thrilled with Lisa’s little speech, but eventually he felt exhaustion take hold, rolling over and clutching his tiger toy close as he fell asleep.

Even after his afternoon nap, Thomas ended up sleeping comfortably through the night, reliving his vivid dreams of being babied by Lisa but pushing them even further even more. Seemingly not content with everything he had been through already, Thomas found himself dreaming of being taken out in public dressed in all his baby gear and riding in a giant stroller.
He dreamt of unwittingly wetting and messing his pants in front of a crowd of strangers, and being unsubtly led away to be changed in private.
He even dreamt of waking up in his own bed at home, soaking through his nappy into his bed sheets and his own mother telling him on discovery that there was no other choice but to keep him a baby forever.
At that vision, Thomas woke up with a fright, temporarily worried that his mother really had found him out until he realised it was just a dream, and he was still safely in his crib at Lisa’s house. He also quickly realised his dreams revolving around going to the toilet were due in part to his very full bladder.

Thomas obligingly started to wet himself, sighing happily at the relief of release and the now familiar feeling of a freshly wet nappy. He quietly chuckled to himself about how hard it was to begin with, and how after only a couple of days it had become second nature to him and got easier with each instance.
Still unaware of the actual time, lacking any clocks in vision, Thomas opted to wait for someone else in the house to wake up first and tried his best to get back to sleep. Between the sunlight seeping into the room through the curtains and his excitement over his dreams, Thomas couldn’t sleep and opted to stay up, laying back and silently playing with his selection of stuffed animals.
At the sound of a door opening and closing elsewhere in the house, Thomas sat up out of curiosity and listened out for any further noise but none came. Probably Susie just going to get herself something, Thomas thought, before a familiar gurgle came from his stomach when he lay back down.
“Again?” he thought to himself. Luckily there weren’t any painful cramps accompanying his churning feeling, but he nonetheless felt a sudden urge to poop as something seemed to urgently move through his colon.
The feeling came on so suddenly and urgently Thomas had no time to squat and ended up uncontrollably messing himself flat on his back with his legs in the air.

As easily as the soft and mushy mess came forth, it was mercifully much easier than his and Susie’s ordeal after their medicine the previous day. With a quiet grunt, Thomas pushed it all out within a few seconds and found himself privately surprised at how nice it felt, chiefly due to the feeling of relief coupled with the comparison to yesterday’s events. As glad as he was to have emptied himself out, he did very suddenly change his mind about resting in the crib and hoped Lisa would awake soon to get him changed.
He didn’t have to wait long, as Lisa soon made a loud yawn accompanied by a stretch as she sat up and immediately peered into the crib by her bedside.
“Good morning, sweetie. Did we sleep well?” She asked, resting her head one hand.
Thomas nodded, absent-mindedly shifting to a sitting posture and wincing as he accidentally squished his mess around.
“I know that look,” Lisa giggled as she swung herself out of bed and leaned down to pick up Thomas. “Someone’s poopy, aren’t they?”
Thomas didn’t need to respond as Lisa picked him up and could feel even through his onesie what he had done.
“I just cannot get over how cute you are,” Lisa laughed as she lay back down in her bed, still tightly cuddling Thomas.

“Just look at you, waking up in a crib in your onesie and pacifier, and your completely used nappy,” Lisa said in her sweet, motherly voice with an emphasising rub on Thomas’s bottom. “You really are my perfect little baby. It’s like a dream come true.”
Thomas showed his agreement by squeezing his arms around Lisa tighter and burying his face in her upper chest, making her laugh heartily.
“Did you ever have these weekend morning cuddles with your mother?” Lisa asked.
Thomas nodded, reaching up to take his pacifier out to say, “But not since I was really young.”
“It’s the way of things, isn’t it,” Lisa said. “I remember having a discussion with her years ago about how old is to old for that kind of thing… I still do it with Susie if she’s keen, but I guess your mum thought it might be best to let it go. Shows what she knows, huh?”
Thomas giggled at that, encouraged by Lisa’s own laugh.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love your mother, I wouldn’t be friends with her so long if I didn’t. But we do tend to differ on a few viewpoints, if you couldn’t tell already,” Lisa said.

Without warning, the door flew open and Susie barged in, halfway between about to say something and immediately stopping herself when she saw Thomas and Lisa cuddling in bed.
“Mummy! What about me?” Susie cried from the door, seemingly offended that she wasn’t consulted first.
“Calm down, Susie,” Lisa said as she got out of bed properly with Thomas in tow. “Thomas was sleeping in here last night and since he just woke up, I figured he’d need his nappy checked.”
Susie’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re supposed to cuddle with me.”
“I know, darling, how I could forget?” Lisa said as she stripped Thomas and laid him down on the changing table. “But Tommy would like a cuddle as well, if that’s ok with you.”
With that, Susie was convinced and conceded with “Alright then,” as she moved to clamber into Lisa’s bed.
“Just on hold on, Susie,” Lisa called and stopped her. “You come over here first so mummy can see if you need a change.”
Susie sighed loudly and walked over to the table, waiting behind Lisa as she set about cleaning up Thomas.
“Are you still wondering about that special drink you had before bed last night?” Lisa asked Thomas.

Thomas nodded, getting a quick look at himself as Lisa opened up his dirty nappy before quickly jamming his eyes shut.
“That was a special fiber supplement,” Lisa said as she went about wiping him down. “Basically it helps to make you poop regularly and smoothly. It’ll help you get back to normal after the special medicine, because trust me, you don’t want to have to be far from a toilet after you’ve had that stuff. Or out of your nappies, even.”
With that she finished taping Thomas into a clean nappy and let him up off the table, quickly replacing him with Susie.
“Now Susie, did you wake up and decide to wet your nappy or did you just wake up wet?” Lisa asked as she pulled off Susie’s onesie.
Susie blushed and refused to answer, effectively letting Lisa know.
“I thought so. Feeling a little bit cold and clammy here,” Lisa commented as she rolled up Susie’s soaked overnight nappy. “These hold so much more than your regular ones, I think I’ll have to buy you a few more boxes next time we go shopping.”
With Susie cleaned up as well, Lisa stood up and gestured to her bed. “Now who wants a morning cuddle?”
Susie practically leapt into the bed and made herself comfortable, not even waiting to get dressed again. Lisa cocked an amused eyebrow and looked at Thomas, who followed Susie’s lead and hopped in with nothing on but his nappy.

Lisa joined them soon after, lying down in the middle of her bed and letting both Susie and Thomas snuggle up to both sides of her.
“So what would my beautiful little babies like to do today?” Lisa asked. “Tommy’s mum won’t be here to pick him up until tonight, so we’ve got nearly a full day to ourselves.”
“Can I still wear my nappies today, mummy?” Susie asked hopefully.
“Hmm… Well, I don’t know,” Lisa thought aloud. “I seem to recall saying if you were a good girl, I would let you wear them for the day… Yesterday. And yesterday you ended up being a little bit naughty, didn’t you?”
“I was good!” Susie protested.
“I remember you complaining about having to take your poo-poo medicine, and insisting that you deserved some dessert even after that,” Lisa reminded her. “Is that what a good girl does?”
“I still took it! And I ate all my dinner!” Susie went on.
“What do you think, Tommy?” Lisa asked.
Thomas hesitated, not expecting to have to take part in the conversation. After a moment of thought, he quipped, “I think she really does need her nappies if she’s going to act like such a baby.”
Susie shot Thomas an angry face in response but knew better than to verbally retort, not that it would have been heard anyway as Lisa laughed uproariously.
“Oh my goodness, Tommy, glass houses!” she said with a gentle smack on his padded behind. “Don’t forget which one of us slept in a crib last night!”

“Yeah!” Susie snorted. “You were all poopy too and I wasn’t!”
Thomas quietly blushed at that. She had a point on him there, but luckily Lisa was there to come to his defense.
“Careful there, Susie, we could always even the odds with some more medicine,” Lisa teased.
“No! Yuck!” Susie shouted and poked her tongue out.
“Well, Tommy, since we’ve got until night time when your mum gets back, maybe I should be asking you?” Lisa said as she turned her full attention to him. “Would you like to stay in your nappies until you have to go home?”
“If he gets to, I get to!” Susie interrupted before Thomas could think.
“Hush now, sweetie, let Tommy answer.”
It didn’t take Thomas much thought before he nodded and said, “Yes please, auntie Lisa.”
Susie made some kind of upset noise in response before Lisa managed to hush her.
“Alright, Susie, I’ll make a deal for you: You can keep wearing your nappies as long as Tommy is here with us, on one condition.”
Susie sat at full attention, eager to do what she needed to.
“As I’m sure you can tell, Tommy likes wearing his nappies as well. But Tommy would like to keep it a secret, as I’m sure you do. You don’t want all your friends finding out you like wetting your pants, do you?” Lisa explained.

Susie shook her head vigorously, and Lisa smiled.
“So here’s the deal: We all keep this a secret, between us three. None of us say a word to anyone outside this room about anything that’s happened yesterday, today, or any other day from now on. If I find out that either of you say anything about the other to anyone else, then that will be the end of our fun. No more nappies in the day time, no more morning cuddles on the weekend, everything will have to go,” Lisa sighed as she finished explaining the conditions. “Do you both understand?”
“Yes mummy.”
“Yes auntie Lisa.”
“Good,” Lisa said as she gave them both a lovable squeeze. “I would hate to break off these playtimes as much as you would, but if we can’t keep it a secret, then I’ll have no choice.”
The very thought of never getting to be a baby in Lisa’s care again gave Thomas a pang of sadness as he reflexively hugged her tighter. Having only just begun to explore this new side of himself, he wanted to let it last as long as possible.
“Oh, and Susie? We are going to have to get serious with your potty training. I mean it,” Lisa added as Susie groaned. “Starting today. It’s honestly embarrassing that a girl your age still wets herself, because I won’t be always around to change your undies.”

“But you said-“ Susie started but Lisa cut her off.
“Yes, you can wear your nappies today. But – When you have to go potty, I want you to tell me before you go. We need to get you in the habit of holding your wee-wees in until we can get you to sit on the toilet, and then you can go in your nappy all you want,” Lisa said. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes mummy,” Susie responded with a roll of her eyes.
“Can you be mummy’s big girl and tell me when you need to go potty?” Lisa asked.
“Yes mummy,” Susie said with more annoyance.
“Because if you can’t, mummy will need to get your medicine out to make sure you can go properly,” Lisa said, putting an emphatic end to the conversation.
Neither Susie or Thomas had a good response to that, choosing instead to focus on cuddling up to Lisa.
Lisa was all too happy to cuddle back, making sure to routinely pat and rub their nappies to serve as a constant reminder of their situation and their agreement. They had another long day ahead of them, a day filled with baby bottles, stuffed animals, nap time and nappy changes but for the time being they were content to simply stay in bed and enjoy their quiet Saturday morning, as a loving mummy and her two big babies.