Diaper Day Care

by Pulsar

Thought I'd try one for all those diaper fans out there.

Hi. My name is Sydney. I'm going to tell you about the time my mom switched day-cares when I was ten years old. I guess I should start by telling you that Daddy was a fireman. Not long before I started forth grade, the fire chief came to our house one morning when Daddy was away on duty. A few moments later, she screamed loudly and started crying. I guess every time a fireman dies, the fire chief goes to his house to tell his family. It must be part of his job. Of course I freaked out. I was more than sad. I didn't believe it at first. Mommy did her best to help me deal with it. But she had to deal with it too.

Everything changed. No matter how hard I tried, it seemed I couldn't do as well in school. Teachers began sending notes home saying I was talking in class or not paying attention. It seemed like the other kids were ragging me and I was quick to insult them back. Mom and I started yelling at each other. Mom went to grief counseling and eventually took me to a child psychologist. Dr. Winslow was a nice sweet lady. After spending thirty minutes with us, she told my mom that I was way too stressed for a kid my age. She recommended changing daycare centers to another one she said was good with stressed-out kids. It was a stress-free environment where kids could be relaxed and they were very good at helping them get along with each other. Mom said she would try it and took the business card the psychologist gave her.

The next afternoon, we drove out to this new center called, "Happy Springs Child Center." There were tall thin trees and bushes all around the building except for the front. When we went in, there was a small reception room with a few offices and two other big wooden doors, one saying 'boys' and the other saying 'girls.' A red-headed lady came out who spoke with a very soft calming voice. She didn't seem quite old enough to be my grandmother, but she was older than Mom. She had glasses hanging on her neck by a chain and a sweater tied around her neck. But she smiled widely when she saw us and put on her glasses. "Hello there," she said kindly in a British accent. "Are you interested in our facilities?" she asked Mommy.

"Yes. I was given your card by Dr. Winslow."

"Oh yes, Dr. Winslow. Wonderful woman," replied the lady. "I'm Governess Ruth Carstairs, the director. Come into my office and I'll explain all about our facility here." And so we went in. She gave my mom some coffee and some hot cocoa to me.

Now so far, you may be thinking, 'so what?' Well, this is when things got interesting. Dr. Winslow was right. This place was like no other in town... if not the world. They called it 'stress-free' child care. Here children could relax, play, do art or whatever without all the pressures of the outside world. It was designed as a break after the school day from all the stress and responsibility... and I do mean ALL responsibility. For in this place, ALL kids of ALL ages were kept in diapers! You heard me right. There was no restroom in this place for kids to use. They were diapered and the released to do whatever without having to take a restroom break. The nannies who staffed the place were mostly college girls, and they assumed full responsibility for all our needs. Therefore, whenever the kids would arrive after school, they passed through the appropriate door which led into a changing room of 'cubbie holes.' They would remove all clothing and then had to put on a smock-like gown and then get diapered. Then, they passed from there down the hallway to their respective rooms. There was a small indoor playroom of climbing equipment. The rooms were stocked with art supplies, books, and even TV's for age-appropriate shows. But no one ever used a toilet. They were changed by their nanny. Drinks were provided in bottles or sippy-cups, and a fussy or stressed child would be rocked and soothed by a nanny in a rocking chair rather than be scolded and told to 'act their age.' They even issued pacifiers that were to be worn on a cord around the neck at all times. During class time when the kids were to sit and listen, they were to keep their pacifiers in their mouths to keep them from talking out of turn.

And upon hearing all this, I protested loudly. "I'm not coming here! I'm not a baby! No one is going to put me in diapers!"

"Sydney, honey, just sit down and be quiet," said Mommy.

"Noooo! This is stupid! You can't do this!"

"Sydney, hush!" ordered Mommy. "See, I can't get her to..."

"She's all stressed out," replied Governess Carstairs. "She needs a break, y'know, a place to unwind and relax. We can do that here."

"Nooo, Mommy, don't make me..."

"Sydney, this is probably exactly what you need," said Mommy as she took out her pen and signed a paper. "I'll take off work tomorrow long enough to bring you here after school. But after that, you will ride their bus here."

"Noooo, Mommy, noooo!" I cried as tears began to flow. Already, I was feeling humiliated. "I'm not a baby, Mommy."

But Governess Carstairs intervened. "Sydney, honey... we know you're not a baby. No one said you were a baby. And we know you've been through quite a bit, losing your father and all. But it's time for you to just relax and take it easy. You need to let go of your stress and worries. It's what your father would want for you. Let us take care of all of your needs. Here, you can relax and have fun without worrying about the loo! The nappies will take care of that. Now I'm putting you in Nanny Morgan's group. She's a wonderful young woman and loves all her girls very dearly who are in her care. I will inform her of your situation and she will be thrilled to have you join her group. And you'll find the other children to be valuable friends."

"Noooo," was all I could say. "Mommy, I don' wanna..." Suddenly it occurred to me that I was probably acting like a pre-schooler. But you can't blame me. I was desperate to convince Mom not to sign me up. But her mind was made up.

And so I cried in the car all the way back home. I was mad at Mommy for doing this to me. But she seemed desperate to get me cured of my 'stress.' I mean really. How many forth-graders know what the word 'stress' means.

That night, Mommy tried to comfort me, saying that she was doing this for my own good. But I wasn't convinced. I cried softly the whole time she was reading the papers she signed. "We ask that the children commit to the following rules in order to make their stay as stress-free and pleasant as possible," she read aloud. "One: I will wear ONLY my diaper and gown inside the center. Two: I will wear my pacifier around my neck at all times. Three: When it is time to sit and listen, I will keep my pacifier in my mouth. Four: I will notify my nanny immediately when my diaper needs to be changed. And five: I will smile and be happy as well as make others happy." And thus she put the rules list down. "See, those are easy rules, hardly strict at all," said Mommy, trying to calm me.

"I hate it!"

"Now Sydney, anyone can smile and be happy... and make others happy. How hard is that?"

But I was at an all-time low. I did NOT wish to spend two hours every day in a daycare with diapers on. And so I simply stormed out of the room. "Mommy, I HATE you!" I cried out before slamming my door shut. I fell on my bed and cried all over again.

The next afternoon, I was in tears again when the car arrived at Happy Springs. Mother led me in as I cried and resisted. Governess Carstairs was waiting in the front room, her glasses dangling on the chains. "Ah, hello there Sydney," she said with a warm smile, ignoring my protests and tantrum. "Nanny Morgan is looking forward to meeting you."

I was too busy crying to answer. But mother held me tight to keep me from running away. And soon, the solid door with the 'girls' sign on it opened up and out stepped a slender gal with sandy hair and wire-frame glasses. She must have been in her twenties but looked more like a teenager. She stood in a polo shirt and denim skirt that was several inches above her knees. Her face was round and warm and her teeth glowed when she smiled. But with her skirt, I could see that she had strong hard calf muscles as if she jogged or did aerobics or something. But what surprised me was she was bare-footed. I stared at her painted toenails through my swollen crying eyes.

"Hiiiiiii!" she said with her warm smile. "Are you Sydney?"

I was still crying so I couldn't answer. But Mommy did. "Yes, this is Sydney. And I'm terribly sorry about..."

"Oh don't worry about thing, Mrs. Crawford," interjected Morgan. "We're here for this sort of thing." And then Morgan bent down and put her strong arm around me. "Oh my, you're even cuter than they told me," she said. "Now come on back with me so I can help get a smile on your face."

"Nooooo! Let me go," I whined as I bawled. "Mommmyyy..."

Yet Mommy stepped back once Morgan had hold of me. "I'll be here shortly after five," was all she said. "Mommy loves you, but she has to go back to work." And thus she nearly ran out as if wanting to run away from my fits.

"C'mon, honey," coaxed Morgan as she nearly forced me through the door. "C'mon, we're gonna do all the things kids your age want. Y'know, have fun, relax, make friends... stuff like that."

My only response was to stand there and cry. I refused to look Morgan in the face, even though she was both pretty and gentle. And so she just reached out and began to unbutton my polo shirt I had worn to school. "Shhhhh," she said. "Don't cry, sweetie." She spoke softly and slowly as she pulled my shirt off. Then, she reached down to unbutton my skirt. I would have resisted except I would have had to uncover my eyes. And soon I felt myself lose my coverage. But even then, I felt her hands slide my panties down my legs. And so I stood their naked as other girls began to file in from the front lobby. Other nanny's were there to assist them as well. What made it worse is that dressing room would have been quiet if not for my boisterous bawling, which I knew made me the center of unwanted attention. I felt like I was three years old again.

Meanwhile, Morgan folded my clothes and put them in the cubby-hole with my name on it. Then, she produced a gown and slide my arm into one sleeve. She slid the other in and tied it in the back. It was a soft flannel material that felt like pajamas. I'm not sure why they called it a gown because it wasn't long enough to reach my crotch. Nevertheless, she led me to one of the benches in the room. "Now lie down, sweetie, so I can get you all covered up with a diaper."

And thus I bawled again. "Waaahhh! I don' wanna wear a diaper," I cried.

"Sssshhhh," whispered Morgan. "Everything's going to be okay. I won't let anything bad happen to you." And the next thing I knew, she lifted my legs up and slid a diaper under my bottom. She quicky closed it up with the tape. "There we go," she said. "Now let's dry those eyes and go back."

She helped me off the bench and took my by the hand. But still didn't stop crying. All I could do was wish in vain to be far away. Nevertheless, we passed through the inner door of the room and entered a hallway. The floor was wooden and thus not cold on my bare feet. Other girls simply walked around us, nearly running toward their respective rooms, and a few even skipping. But all of them had on the trademark baby-blue gowns that tied in back and diapers covering their bottoms. I could hear them giggling or chatting as if there was absolutely nothing wrong.

But I just couldn't stop crying. Soon, we reached room five and entered in. On the floor of the big room was soft blue carpet. I confess it felt good on my bare feet. A few other girls in Morgan's group were already in there. They were standing around doing cheerleader kicks or something like that. There was also a big opening in the far wall that led to a central room with some kind of indoor 'jungle-gym' with padded bars, and I could see a few of the diapered girls climbing on it. There were also stacks of mats and tables for artwork.

It was not a fancy set up, but the bluish carpet, soft lighting and white walls gave it a relaxing peaceful look... almost like a heaven for kids who die before their time. But to me, it was my private hell. I kept crying as I felt the diaper hugging my pelvic region. "Sydney, honey, why don't you meet the other girls here so you can start playing and stop crying," said Morgan.

But I refused. I simply collapsed to the floor and rolled up in a fetal position. "Nnnooo! Please, I don't want a diaper," I stammered over my sobs.

"Aaaww, Sydney, you have nothing to worry about. We'll take care of you."

But closed my eyes and shut out the world. I just lay there. And what was worse, I had to pee too! I tried to go right after school, but Mommy said there wasn't time. I hated her. She didn't let me so I'd have to go in a diaper. However, even though it would be a long wait, I figured I could hold it. I've done it before. It wasn't comfortable, but I knew it could be done. So I just lie on the floor in ball, hoping I could hold my pee for nearly two hours. I would refuse to move.

"Well Sydney, I do wish you'd join us," said Morgan. "But I suppose I'll let you wait until you're ready. I won't force you. Just take your time to calm down and then we'd love to have you in the group."

And as I lay with my red eyes closed, I could hear nearby footsteps approaching. "Is that the new girl?" asked a voice of a girl my age.

"That's her," replied Morgan.

"Isn't she gonna play with us?" asked the girl.

"Sure... but only when she's ready," said Morgan. "We'll have to be patient. She's very uptight right now."

"Oh, okay," replied the girl. I then heard her footsteps prance away. But I didn't dare look up. I just remained on the floor, trying to take my mind far away across time and space.

But the painful pressure in my bladder would not go away. Every minute, it built up more, giving me something else to cry about. I was hurting. And I desperately wanted a toilet.

Finally, I dared to look up. "I gotta go to the bathroom," I cried. "I don't need a diaper! Take me to the bathroom!" I knew I couldn't hold it much longer and therefore was never so stressed or humiliated in my life. I was crying my eyes out. "Pleeeeeze, let me go to the bathroom!" I begged as I beat my fists on the floor in desperation.

However, Nanny Morgan only squatted down and ever so gently placed her arm around me. "Honey, that's what your diaper is for. Now c'mon, just let it all out! You'll feel sooooo much better."

I was completely demoralized, now sobbing like a pre-schooler. I could hardly talk as I slobbered over my words. "I don' wanna wet my diaper," I mumbled. However, I simply could not take it any more. The pain was too great. And thus I had no choice. I wadded up in a ball again, crying my eyes out as that warm liquid flowed out and began to soak my diaper. The only consolation was the relief from my aching bladder. But I kept crying, completely embarrassed, humiliated, and wet!

And it felt like I had five gallons in me, for I just kept peeing. I didn't know I could hold that much liquid. But it seemed to go on forever, filling my diaper with that warm wet feeling. I just wanted to die. Yet Nanny Morgan gently rubbed by back the whole time as I was wetting myself. "There you go, sweetie! Are we feeling better now?" Now even if I wasn't bawling, I wouldn't have answered. Anyway, she scooped me up from the floor and began to carry me over to the changing tables in the next room. She laid me gently on the padded table.

Now what was worse is that a girl followed behind, staring with interest. Through my teary eyes, I could make out the name 'Corey' in hand-written bold letters on her nametag. She kept staring at me the whole time with curious eyes. Yes, she was my age, but she just stood there peacefully in a diaper and gown, staring with unblinking eyes with a big pacifier in her mouth with her arms folded behind her back. I don't know what her problem was, but it was as if it never occurred to her that she was in 4th grade and not pre-school. I could even hear her smacking as she suckled the pacifier. "Why's she crying?" she finally asked, never even bothering to take the dummy from her mouth.

"Oh, we're just feeling all stressed out," said Nanny Morgan in a soft soothing voice as she reached for the tape on my diaper. Yet with the other hand, she grabbed my feet and lifted my legs high in the air. "And she's unhappy because she's wet!" And with that, she peeled back my freshly-soaked diaper. Next thing I knew, the warm wet feeling was gone and I felt the cool air of the room all around my nether regions. Suddenly, I felt the cold touch of a damp baby-wipe as it moved all around. Nanny Morgan was very gentle; I'll give her that. For suddenly I began to tingle when I felt that cool damp wipe glide all around, caressing the flesh on my nether lips. "See, we're getting all nice and clean," she said. Then suddenly, it went right over my feel-good spot. Instantly, I felt myself get hard as my clit began to throb and grow. Yet the baby-wipe gently rubbed right over it, making it even harder. "Oh my!" gasped Nanny Morgan as she gently caressed my hard throbbing clit with the baby-wipe.. "No wonder you're so distressed and frustrated! Looks like your little Miss Muff wants to come out and play!"

By now, my sobs had died down. "Oooooh! Ooooh!" I moaned as I began to twitch about on the table with my legs held high in the air. I was still shaking and sniffling from crying. But the soothing rub on my wide-open cunny had taken control of me now.

"Ooooh, yes, doesn't that feel good?" said Morgan. Yet she paused for a moment to throw away the wipe. Then, she grabbed a tissue and gently wiped my wet eyes. "Now c'mon, honey. Let's dry those pretty eyes! We don't want them to be all red from crying!" And thus she gently patted my legs, which she still held up in the air. "Say, I bet I know what would bring a smile to that pretty face!" she gleamed with a grin as she reached for the drawer. "I bet your Miss Muff would like to play with Dr. Buzzy-wuzzy!" And so she produced a small device. I had never seen one before, but it suddenly began to make a buzzing sound. I had heard of them from giggly teenage girls, but not until I began to feel that sudden vibration on my throbbing clit did I know to appreciate it.

Instantly, I was filled with a warm soothing feeling as she buzzed my clit. I squirmed about on the table as she held my legs. I didn't know I could feel so good. I cried out with a loud, "Aaaahhhh!" with my eyes tightly shut. "Ooooh-gaaawwd!"

"Oh yes! We were needing some comfort, weren't we!" said Nanny Morgan as she brought me off. Less than a minue later, I felt a tingling warm wave build up inside me.

I felt Morgan's tender lips suddenly kiss about my feet and bare legs with a feathery-soft touch. "Ooooh! Aaaaah!" I cried out as I breathed hard and heavy. "Oh-gawd! Oh-gawd! Oooooooh!"

Only a few seconds later as I rocked my pelvis to force my clit hard against the vibrator, a warm rush came over me, making me feel good all over. But there was also this feeling like i was about to burst. "Oooooooh! Aaaaah!" I cried out. "I'm gonna pee again," I cried because that's what it felt like Then suddenly, something within me burst. I felt dizzy as if falling. My legs jerked against Morgan's grasp. I felt more fluid leaking as if I was peeing again. But even then could tell it wasn't pee; it was something different. I threw my head from side to side as I beat my fists on the table. The orgasm was hard and powerful, traveling up into my stomach like giant butterflies, and then up my spine and down my legs. I came hard and heavy, in spite of it being my very first orgasm. I had never expected it. I never knew there was such a thing.

I continued to give a few squirts until I could take no more. Yet the buzzing stopped although Morgan still held my legs up. "Oh, very good!" she said. "Wow! That was a big one! I bet we feel better now!"

I still felt quite embarrassed, but that was a nice distraction from it. And so nanny Morgan wiped up the puddle I had left and then gently caressed some baby oil all over my bottom and down between my tender swollen nether lips. By now, I was too worn out to cry or protest. And so I just lay there as Morgan softly powdered my bottom and cunny. Then, she produced a fresh diaper and finally covered my naked nether region. "There we go! All clean and dry!" And with that, she pulled me up.

In spite of everything, I started to cry again, although rather weakly. I wasn't sure why, either. I just did. I sat there and cried as Morgan held my hands. "Awww, don't cry, dear!"

"G... go away," I mumbled. "I don't wanna be here!"

Yet Morgan pulled me up from the table, her strong arms leading me back into the main room. "Oh Sydney, I can tell right now that you're gonna be one of our high-maintenance girls," she said. "But I like those high-maintenance types. They're sooooo much fun!"

Morgan didn't let me go, either. She simply carried me until she sat down in large wooden rocker. "Now, how about some apple juice to wet your whistle," she said. Next thing I knew, she reached for the shelf next to the chiar and produced a bottle-- a baby bottle! She stuck the rubber nipple in my mouth and began to slowly rock back and forth. However, I do recall her kissing me on the forehead. "Oh you're soooo darling," she ogled as she held the bottle to my mouth. By this time, I had realized I was beaten. And so I instinctively began to drink the juice from the bottle, taking long slurps. "There, that's it," continued Morgan as she held me tight on her lap, rocking me in the chair. "Mmmmm, yummy juice!"

Yet as I sat their on her lap, she rang her bell which she kept by the chair. Suddenly, all the girls in the room gathered around, knowing that playtime was over and it was class time. They all sat down on the carpet with their legs folded or their knees bent to their chests with their arms wrapped around them. I stared through teary eyes at all of them looking at us. Yet they had blank stares as if such a sight of a fourth-grader sitting on a nanny's lap, suckling a bottle in diapers, was just an everyday sight. "Okay girls! Pacifiers! Time to get quiet!" declared Nanny Morgan. And thus they took their pacifiers and put them in their mouths, knowing it was time to sit quietly and listen. "As you know we have a new girl in our group, now. Her name is Sydney. She hasn't been very happy so far but we're doing better now. So we need to make sure we're on our extra-best behavior so she'll feel welcome and happy here." And so they all stared at me with glassy eyes, their pacifiers slowly bobbing about in front of their faces as they sucked or gnawed on them. I looked around as they sat there bare-footed and bare-legged. They all seemed relaxed and not concerned in the least that they were in frigging diapers and had dummies in their mouths... all while being in forth grade! "Sooooo, I need some help," continued Nanny Morgan. "I need a special sweet girl out there to volunteer to be Sydney's special friend for the next couple of days and help her get to know everybody else."

Suddenly, everyone raised their hands! I was surprised. I mean, I must have looked like a complete dweeb of a loser, sitting up there on Morgan's lap, eyes red from crying and drinking from a bottle. But every last girl out there shot up her hand, staring at me wordlessly with their pacifiers in place. "Oh my! Lot of sweet girls in here," declared Morgan. "Let's see now..." Morgan carefully scanned the group of girls for a moment. "Hmmmm, I know any one of you would do a good job, let's see... Corey! How about you! You seemed the most worried about her! So why don't you do it this time."

And so all hands lowered down to their laps or on their knees again. Corey rose from the carpet and approached us, never taking the pacifier from her mouth. Then Morgan turned to me. "Now, why don't you go sit down by Corey and stay with her until your mother comes to get you." And so Corey took me by the hand as Morgan removed the bottle. "Sydney! Pacifier!" she said as Corey led me to her spot on the carpet. I could have cried again except I was all cried out. And so I felt I had no choice but put the damned thing in my mouth and sit down. Once in the group, I could finally appreciate how soft and silky the carpet felt against my bare flesh. It was a nice soothing feeling, somewhat as if losing my clothes was a form of liberation. Anyway, I sat next to Corey with my legs folded, our bare knees rubbing against each other.

And thus the class continued as Morgan began the lesson for the day. "Today, we're gonna do science," she declared. "I know that's your favorite!" And so she rolled a table out in front of the class with a fishbowl of water, a toy boat, and a marble. "So, here's the question: if I put the boat in the bowl, it floats... like this. Buuuuuut... if I put the marble in... it sinks! Who can tell me why?"

I confess I didn't pay much attention. I mean, it's hard when you're sitting with a diaper on your butt and a pacifier in your mouth. However, I was pleasantly surprised that thier after-school lessons were actually on our age level and not pre-school level. The other girls sat with the utmost attention to the lesson as if nothing was amiss. And it was hard to listen with the warmth of Corey's bare knee pushing into the side of my leg. The room wasn't cold, but I could still feel Corey's body heat. And I was still so distraught at being diapered that her warmth felt so comforting. I didn't even know her, yet I felt as if she were my only friend in the world and the best friend someone could have. But she was staring up front at Morgan as she was supposed to. Yet every once in a while, her knee would twitch against my leg. And so I dared to look down at her legs. She had a high faded tan-line just several inches below her diaper, and just a scant trace of remaining baby-fat on her inner thighs, but she was far from overweight. I could see a pinkish splotch on her bent knee the size of a dime or a pence, the remains of a fall to the pavement. Her hair was cut short above her shoulders, yet styled in a girlish part on the side with a barrette. I quickly glanced at her face as she looked straight ahead, watching her pacifier bob up and down a she suckled it, her cheeks flexing in sync. She was cute! But not super-model sexy. Just a cute, girl-next-door fourth-grader.

It was then I realized I was getting damp again! I had known this feeling before. I had never really known what it was, but after having my first orgasm a short while ago, I knew now it wasn't pee. I got that way sometimes when I undressed, usually at the doctor's office, which was always embarrassing. And for some reason, I would get that way sometimes on the playground when the girls would hang upside down in skirts and their panties would show. I never understood it. I mean... I thought I was supposed to feel that way about boys. But I only got that way when I saw or thought about girls. And it was happening again now.

Being that I was wishing to be anyplace but here, I needed comfort. I reached down to rest my hand on the baby-soft silky flesh of Corey's bare leg. I tried not to, but my hand did it anyway. Corey did nothing about it. I leaned against her shoulder to seek shelter in her warm body heat. She continued to just sit still for a few moments, until she leaned slightly into me! And once again, I felt that tingling down there where I was starting to leak a little. And my tummy still had a slight cramp from the orgasm I had just had on the changing table too, but somehow, my body was at it again. There were things I still didn't understand about myself, I guess.

Yet only a few minutes later, Corey shifted about while still silently listening to our lesson. She positioned herself to where she lay sideways on the floor with her knees bent, yet kept her torso propped up on one arm leaning against me. It felt nice, however her bare legs were now out of reach of my hand. I looked at her for a few moments and she seemed a little uncomfortable. I could see she was really sucking hard on her pacifier.

All the while, Morgan had kept on talking to the group. I finally snapped out of my daydreaming when a girl raised her hand. "Yes Bailey?" she said.

"Nanny Morgan? I uh... uh... I'm wet!" Bailey said meekly, before popping her pacifier right back into her mouth.

"Okay, Bailey. Anybody else wet? Raise your hand and let me know!" Two more hands shot up, one of them being Corey's. "Okay, Bailey, Corey and Payton, let's get you cleaned up and dry again. The rest of you can now start your art time. Remember, talk quietly!"

I was somewhat surprised that Corey was wet. I was trying to figure out when she did it. Was she peeing just a few moments ago when I touched her leg? Maybe that's why she changed positions. Nevertheless, when Corey stood up, I stood up too, clinging onto her, for I did not wish to leave her side. She did take my hand and lead me as she approached Nanny Morgan. Then, we all went into the next room where the changing tables were. The three girls simply laid down on their backs with pacifiers in their mouths waiting their turn. "I'll get you first, Corey, so you can take Sydney back in and get her started with art." And Corey just lay placid as Morgan ripped the tape from her diaper. I watched in wonder as she raised her legs up and removed it. "Oh Corey! Why didn't you tell me you had a stinky diaper?!" exclaimed Morgan as she reached for the wipes. I dared to peak around Morgan to see that Corey had done 'number two!' At least it was small and I never smelled it... well, not until now. However, I watched as Morgan carefully wrapped the soiled diaper and tossed it away. Then, she carefully began to wipe her clean. "Yes, we need to get you all clean so you don't get a rash!"

Corey removed her pacifier. "Soooorry," she said. "I just wanted to listen to the stuff about the floating and sinking."

"And what did we call that?" asked Morgan.

"Uh, bouy-something?"

"Buoyancy!" said Bailey from the next table.

"That's right, Bailey," replied Morgan. "But Corey honey, you know that it's okay to raise your hand at anytime when you need a change."

"Yes, Nanny Morgan," said Corey as she lay still. Yet I watched as Morgan cleaned that bottom and then move up to those swollen lips. My gawd, those bald pussy lips were rose red! I mean, they were red and puffy and I could see the wrinkled pink folds inside. I could hear Corey's breathing getting louder and heavier after just a few wipes over her cunny. Then, her tiny little clit suddenly came forth.

"Oh Corey, we're getting excited, aren't we!" said Morgan as she ever-so-gently caressed that cunny with a fresh baby wipe.

"Oooooh!" moaned Corey as she closed her eyes while her mouth fell wide open. "Ooooh, yes, Nanny Morgan," she confessed.

"Well don't worry," replied Morgan. "Doctor Buzzy-wuzzy is on the way to take care of that!" And thus she produced that small vibrator. Yet she squirted some zinc oxide cream on her other finger. Then with the buzzing toy in one hand, she gently applied it to her flushed swollen cunny. Then, with her other hand, she began to coat her now-clean rectal pucker with the cream.

Suddenly, Corey's moans grew loud. Her legs twitched high in the air. Soon, she bent her knees down to her chest with her legs wide apart. "Ooooooh!" she gasped. "Oooooh yes! Ooooh-yeesss! Ooooh, that feels really good!"

And as Morgan coated her hole with the cream, she slowly slid her finger inside. I could tell she was gently wiggling it around. Corey moaned all the more, now with falsetto shrieks. "Almost there!" sang Morgan as she sodomized her charge with her finger while working that hard swollen clit with the vibrator.

Soon after, Corey began to kick her feet rapidly as she held her knees apart. Her mouth opened all the wider as she arched her back. She let out one last high squeak, before her voice just quit. Only a long breath remained. Then suddenly, her body jerked. I knew she had just burst into a bone-shattering orgasm. Her toes curled as her head rocked from side to side. She kicked her feet again as I saw some juice ooze from her gaping cunny. "Oh! There we go!" sang Morgan. "Or shall I say, 'here we come!'"

Corey finally made a noise again, a loud sigh of relief. "Aaaaah! Ooooh!"

"Oh my, Corey! That was a big one! Something really made you excited!" gleamed Morgan.

Corey relaxed and then looked at us both. "Sydney squeezed my leg," she said. "It felt good."

"Aw, I see," replied Morgan. "See, Sydney, you're making friends here."

"Yeah, but everyone else would make fun of me."

"Not if they don't know," assured Morgan as she wiped all the cum off Corey. "Besides, Corey would NEVER make fun of you. She's too sweet of a girl."

"But... we're in diapers," I protested.

"And without a care in the world," added Morgan. "You see, Corey is a 'full-timer.'"

"What's a 'full-timer?'" I asked.

"Those are girls who are in diapers all the time, not just when they're here with us. Poor Corey was in a car wreck two years ago. The doctors saved her and fixed her all up, but it hurt her down below her tummy to where she lost control of her bathroom business."

Morgan's words hit me like a train. I even felt myself jolt. Once I realized her situation, I could have cried for her. She seemed so nice, just like Morgan said. And to think this happened to her. She had no choice but to wear diapers for the rest of her life, and it wasn't her fault. I trembled to think of how easy it would be for others to make fun of her. And here she was, so nice that she volunteered to be my friend to help me adjust. "I... I'm sorry, Corey," I finally said, trying not to cry. I then felt like a total brat the way I spazzed out earlier. "I promise, I'd never tease you about that. Never ever!"

Corey smiled at me as she sat up, now in a fresh clean diaper and all relaxed after her super-duper cum. "Thanks, Sydney," she replied as she took my hand. "Let's go."

But as we began to leave, Payton threw her legs up in the air and cried, "Nanny! I wanna buzz!"

"Yeah, me too! Me too!" added Bailey as she grabbed her knees and flexed her legs. "I'm ready!"

"Yes, you're always ready, aren't you Bailey," said Nanny Moran. But figuring the other two girls were in good hands, I followed Corey to the art table to get our supplies. She was just as nice and sweet as anyone I had met. And she had cheerful pretty eyes, even though she was kind of quiet. Yet it seemed her 'condition' did not bother her. I guess she just made the best of it and tried to enjoy life anyway.

And since we were now working, we did not have to suckle our pacifiers. Yet the two girls who sat down near us acros the table never bothered to remove them from their mouths as they busied themselves in their art projects. Corey's was dangling from the cord about her neck as she reached for the water colors. Suddenly, I heard a boisterous squeal coming from the changing room. "What the..."

"That's Payton," mumbled Corey with a shy grin. "She's always like that when she gets buzzed."

"Oh!" I said as I trembled and tingled inside. And so I began to paint. "So, do you... uh... like it here?" I dared to ask. "I mean... are you happy?"

"Of course," she said. "I LOVE it here! This is the only place I CAN go and be normal."

Once again, I could have cried. I could understand why she would like it here. She was rather peaceful with it here. "Yeah, I see what you mean," I said, wishing I could so something for her. "So, do you uh... know when you're going? Can you feel it?"

"Yeah I can feel it," she replied. "I just can't stop it."

I felt somewhat bad now for asking. "Well, I'll ask my if... y'know, you can come over sometime to hang out. We can do things that other kids do. You can even do cartwheels in my back yard in your diaper and no one will see you."

Corey smiled bashfully, yet she seemed happy. "But... you'd have to tell your mom," she said nervously. "I mean... I need help if I uh... y'know, do 'number-two!'"

"Can I tell her?" I asked. "I think she'd understand."

"Cool Mom," noted Corey.

"I HATE her," I replied. "I hate her for making me come here and wear a diaper! I mean... I'm sorry. It's not your fault if you have to wear one because you were hurt, but I don't want to wear one if I don't have to."

But Corey gave me that shy smile. "It's not that bad," she said. "Just have fun and be yourself. This is the best place a kid can be after school." Suddenly, Corey leaned close to speak into my ear. "I'm not the only full-timer here, y'know."

"You mean their are others who were hurt like you?" I asked.

"Mmm, not really. They're full-timers just because they want to be!" she said, never looking up from her paper as she worked the brush.

"Really?!" I gasped in disbelief. "Why would anyone WANT to be a uh... 'full-timer' on purpose?!"

Once again, Corey gave me that shy toothy smile as she shrugged. Yet suddenly, I heard another girly voice interject, "Because it's FUN!!!" I jolted and looked up to see that one of the girls sitting across from us had been eavesdropping in our quiet mumbling. Her name tag read 'Brooke.' She smiled at us big with dimpled cheeks. Although she was our age and in fourth grade, she looked more like a giant first-grader with her childish eyes and innocent charm. Her shoulder-length hair was kept out of her face by way of a plastic pink headband that arched from one ear to the other. However, her pacifier still sat firmly in her mouth.

I didn't know what to say to her. "Uh... you must be Brooke," was all I could think of after reading her name tag. "Are you saying that uh... you're a full-timer?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not!" she replied with a grin, never bothering to remove her pacifier. "But if you pway tag with us instead of just sitting awound cwying, maybe we tell you our secrets!" she said casually, somewhat afflicted with an 'Elmer Fudd' speech impediment, pronouncing her /r/ and /l/ with a /w/.

"Oh... whatever..." I said, unable to think of anything more. Then I looked at the girl next to her. She was Asian with a yellowish tan complexion, dark straight hair and narrow bashful eyes. She was so small and petite that she could easily pass for a Kindergartner, rather than a girl ou age. And she too suckled her pacifier, yet sat in silence. "So, why are you two still sucking your pacifiers?"

"'Cause we feel like it!" replied Brook matter-of-factly.

And so I read the other girl's name tag. "You feel like it?" I asked Trang, the petite Asian girl who sat beside her. There was something about her yellowish-tan complexion that gave me the tingles.

"Twang never tawks," continued Brook with her speech impediment. "She's new here too, and vewwy shy. So nanny Morgan says I'm her 'special fweind."

"Oh," I said. "You can talk to us, Trang. We won't bite," I dared to say.

Trang did look me right in the eye with those shy Asian eyes for a few moments, but then continued to paint. All the while, the pacifier in her mouth would move about as she nervously suckled it. But as I looked at both of them, they were each cute in their own way. And watching them suck on their pacifiers compelely natural and unashamed was mysteriously soothing. They seemd to not care who knew or saw them. And once again, my privates began to tingle within my diaper.

Suddenly, Brook let out a sigh as she relaxed her face. "Aaaaah," she gasped.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I am now," replied Brook. "I just peed!" Then she looked at her partner. "Twang, aren't you wet yet?" Yet she didn't answer. She just continued to suckle her pacifier, causing it to gently bob up and down in front of her face. "I think you're wet!" Suddenly, Brook put the paintbrush down. By her movements I could see from my vantage point that she was checking Trang for a wet diaper. Suddenly, she gasped. "You ARE wet! You need a change too!"

Taken aback, I looked to Corey. Yet she sat right next to me with her legs crossed like a pretzel in her chair as she too had put her pacifier back into her mouth. She was concentrating hard on her work. "Corey! So... you just 'felt like it,' too?" I asked.

Corey only shrugged as she sucked on her pacifier. Then, Brook and Trang rose from the table to report their wet diapers and get changed. Not three minutes had passed when a loud screem came from the next room. "That's gotta be Brooke!" I concluded. Corey nodded her head 'yes' rather than take her pacifier out to answer. "Is she always that noisy when she get's buzzed?" I asked. Once again, Corey nodded 'yes.' And I just couldn't figure out for the life of me just what drove these fourth-graders to suckle their pacifiers as if it was normal. But still, all of them, especially Corey, looked so sweet and cute doing so. Once again, I began to feel that familiar tingling down in my crotch as my little clitty began to go hard and errect. I became fixated on Corey again as she sat in the chair with her legs folded, the flesh pulled tightly over her thighs. I had just met her, but there was the awe about her, as if I had known her all m life. "Y'know, Corey, I sure wish you could come over so we could hang out and all."

She smiled behind her pacifier. "That'd be fun," she mumbled, "if you don't mind my pacifier."

"Huh?"

"Well, Sydney, I guess I got used to it here so... well sometimes I suck on one when I'm doing homework or watching TV or something."

First thought that went through my mind was that Corey weird. However, I couldn't help but to love her. "Well, whatever floats your boat," I replied.

Suddenly, there came another shriek from the changing room, like a 'Uh-uh-uh, oh, Ooooooh!' I looked up again before facing Corey. "Was that Trang?"

"Uh-huh," she mumbled with the pacifier in her mouth. "She can be loud when she's buzzed!"

"Yeah, I noticed," I said as I felt my crotch began to tingle within my diaper. "So, are any of them full-timers?"

"Mmmm, maybe," mumbled Corey with a grin, never looking up from her paper. "There are two other full-timers in this group. But YOU'll have to guess!"

"You mean you won't tell me?"

"That's no fun," said Corey. "Try to find out who they are. It's more fun that way!"

"Okay, I guess it would be," I agreed.

Soon after, Brooke and Trang returned to the art table. Trang was wobbling as if she was drunk, her post-orgasmic shakes and cramps still with her. "Ooooh yeah," said Brook as she sat down and grabbed her paint brush. "That felt soooooo good!" With that, she plopped her pacifier back into place. "And Twang wikes the Buzzy-wuzzy too," she added.

Poor Trang cringed as if embarrassed and sucked hard on her pacifier. "You liked that, Trang?" I asked.

"She still won't talk," said Brook. "She will vewy soon, though. She wikes it when I do this." Suddenly, Brooke removed her pacifier, leaned over and kissed her Asian companion on the cheek. Trang cringed yet never protested. In fact, she faintly smiled behind her pacifier. "And I can make her waff!" With that, she gently tickled Trang on her ribs. Trang cringed and squeaked briefly. "But she wikes being tickled on her wegs!" And I could see that Brook was reaching down to squeeze her knee or something. And thus I looked under the table for I just had to get another peek at her cute little bare legs. I could see Brooke's fingers doing the 'spiders' motion on her knee and thigh.

"Gee Trang, you have cute legs," I said in all my honesty. However, Corey had gorgeous legs for her age, smooth and slightly tanned. And so I gave her a breif tickle. And she too shrieked and giggled. "You're ticklish," I said.

"Yeah, sort of," she replied.

I then leaned to whisper. "I bet Brooke is a full-timer."

"Maybe, maybe not," replied Corey with a smile. "You'll have to find out!"

Eventually, my mom picked me up. I got to see some of the other moms as well. Corey's mom was calm and sweet. Trang's mom looked just like a teen-aged Trang. For some reason, she looked so young. Anyway, as policy had dictated, I was not allowed back into my panties. I rode home with a diaper under my skirt, knowing I had to keep it until I wet again. And in the car, I could feel my bladder pressure rising again. And so I gave a little squeeze. And as we rolled down the street, there came that warm flow that relieved the pressure within. At least we were close so I wouldn't be wet for too long.

"Okay Mom, I did it. Now can I change?"

"Okay, dear, I'll check you when we're home."

Once we parked, we went inside. Mom took me to my room and made me lay down on my bed. She lifted my skirt and held my legs up, just as she had done many years ago before I was potty-trained, once again leaving me blushed and ashamed. "Now Sydney, you don't need to be embarrassed. Just relax and let Mommy take care of you," she said.

But I kept blushing and trembling, especially when that cool wet baby-wipe began to caress my nether lips. I jolted once again, knowing my little bud would shoot out hard and stiff. "Ooooh!" I gasped. "It's cold!"

"Take a deep breath and relax, honey," she simply said as she wiped down my flushed cunny.

But every motion only kept my little clit throbbing hard. And once again, I could feel the wetness building up. I tried to stop it but I couldn't. I twitched and flinched. "Ooooh, that tickles," I protested.

"Yes, I see your little pearl is sticking out," said Mommy. "It's quite natural for that to happen. But sometimes it gets girls into trouble when they get around boys before their time!"

"Mom, I'm not around boys and I don't have a boyfriend," I assured her.

"You better not!" she said half-heartedly. After all, I was only ten.

That night, I must have tossed and turned after having nightmares of being diapered. But I remember also having a nice tingling feeling when I dreamed of holding Corey tight in our diapers, our bare legs wrapped about each other as we kissed on the lips. After only our first meeting, I had such a deep crush on her. She was the nicest girl I've ever met. I already imagined spending my whole life with her.

But for some reason, I woke up sometime after midnight feeling rather restless and uncomfortable. Once I came to, I realized my bed was soaking wet. I began to cry in shame and chagrin. I thought I had gotten over this, but ever since my dad died, this had happened often. I rose out of bed and turned on the light to find some clean clothes. But I needed help with the sheets. The last thing I wanted to do was wake my mom but I felt I had to.

"Mommy, I... I had an accident," I whined as the tears rolled down my cheeks. "I... I didn't mean to."

Mom sat up and wiped her eyes, and then mine. "I know you didn't honey," she said as she got out. "See, you're still too stressed." And so she removed the wet sheets and placed several old towels down on the mattress. Then, she made my bed again while I stood there half-naked and half-asleep. "Now lie down honey," she coaxed as she reached for the box of baby wipes. And I had to lay still as Mommy wiped me down again. And then to make it worse, She reached into my drawer for the 'pull-ups.' "Now sweetie, we need to keep the bed dry so I think it's time you sleep with some 'protection.'"

"Noooo, Mommy," I protested.

"Now honey, nobody's going to know. And you'll be more comfortable. Now come on!" And so I cried as she slid those kiddie pants for bed-wetters up my legs. "Honey, just relax and get some sleep," she said. "You don't have to be embarrassed. It's our secret." And with that, she kissed me on the cheek. "Now you've been through a hard time for a child your age," she continued. "Maybe you should be a 'full-timer' for a few months to give you chance to relax and unwind."

"Noooo, Mommy. I hate diapers! I'm not a baby!" I mumbled as I sobbed.

"Ssshhh," coaxed Mommy as she covered me up. "Get some rest dear."

And soon she turned out the light. I'm not sure how long I lay there with tears soaking my pillow before I fell asleep. But I remember waking up a few minutes before Mom usually wakes me. I had another nice dream of Corey. And suddenly I realized my hand was in my diaper. I had been jilling in my sleep. And so I gave a few more rubs until I felt that warm flush come over me. I kept rubbing until I burst into a wake-up orgasm. I felt my tummy cramp up as my body jerked. I felt something ooze from my privates... that mystery goo that wasn't pee. However, it left a sticky feeling in my diaper.

Soon, Mom came in to wake me. "Morning, sweetie," she said. "Did we stay dry?"

"I... I think so," I mumbled.

However, she yanked the covers off of me and reached for my 'pull-ups.' I once again blushed because I knew she would discover that I had came in my diaper. But there was nothing I could do. "Hmmmm, a little wet," noted Mommy. "Now you think you can make it through school with out an accident?"

"Yes, Mom," I sighed.

"Good. Then you'll go in panties to school until you get diapered at day care," she said as she began to lay out some clothes for school. "But one more night time piddle and it's back into diapers for you... full time!"

I gulped. "Y... yes, Mommy." I trembled at the thought of joining the ranks of the full-timers, even though it seemed they enjoyed it. So all I could do was to get dressed and wonder just who the others were. I could tell I had a long day ahead.