A continuation of my first commission for  Darth, except now it's in second person from Rita's perspective

“A gaa?” You yawn as your eyes flutter open and the world around you comes into focus. You’re rolling through a mall in your stroller. Your short skirt has ridden gotten bunched up in the seat, completely exposing the nappy that you’re wearing. You can vaguely remember a couple months ago when something like that would have bothered you. You probably would have grabbed the hem of the dress and tried to pull it over the nappy to hide it, but now you’re happy to display your nappy to anyone who wants to see it.

“Oh, is my puppy awake already?” Mama asks from above. You turn your head up and grin up at Mama as she pushes the stroller.

“Blaba Mama.” You gurgle

“That’s funny, you just fell asleep ten minutes ago.” Mama says “I wonder what made you wake up.”

As if to answer her question, your stomach rumbles.

“Wa-whaa!”

Instinctively you start crying whenever you want something now. You were kind of reluctant to try it the first few times, but now you’re in love with the system. You want out of a poopy nappy? Cry. You want Mama to feed you? Cry. You want out of your crib? Cry. Mama always knew what you wanted too, you never had to explain what the problem was.

Like so many of your new habits crying was something you only did in the house at first where no one would see you but before long you were crying in public without a care in the world, even though every time you know you must be attracting a lot of attention to yourself.

“Do you want me to give you your lunch now?” Mama asks. You nod eagerly.

“I thought that was what it was.” Mama says “You get extra drooly when you’re hungry.”

Drooly? You look down at your skirt and notice a dark wet spot on the chest. Touching your chin, you trace the line of drool back to your mouth. That’s kind of strange, this is the first time you’ve drooled without noticing before. You don’t let that distract you from feeding though.

Mama laughs “You’re so cute when you do that. Well we’d better get you fed.”

She stops the stroller at a bench in the mall and begins to unbutton her shirt. You begin to drool even more, knowing what’s coming. One of Mama’s breasts, then both of them pop out of her shirt. You jump up out of the stroller and toddle as fast as you can in your oversize nappy over to Mama, grabbing onto one of her breasts and suckling as hard as you can. Warm breast milk fills your mouth.

Breastfeeding was the first really babyish thing you fell in love with. Dinner was cooking slowly one night a few months ago and your stomach was growling for food. Your baby sister Georgie wasn’t really your baby sister anymore at that point. She was coming out of her regression and was sitting at the dinner table in big dog clothes. You knew she was wearing a pull-up under her dress for occasional accidents, but she was discreet about it and if you hadn’t been in the same room with her getting dressed that morning you wouldn’t have guessed it.

You on the other hand had just been put in a thicker brand of nappies for almost leaking through your last brand twice in the last three days. You were under the dinner table in just your nappy, trying to focus on your blocks instead of your aching stomach. You weren’t a crier yet, though two weeks later in the same scenario you would have been bawling at the top of your lungs. Mama kept glancing at you, trying to figure out a way to get food in your belly. Then an idea clicked with her.

“Rita, come here.” She says, unbuttoning her shirt. You’d seen her do it many times with Georgie in the past few months, but it was still a bit of a surprise being called to breastfeed.

“Hey, don’t force her into anything Sabine.” Georgie said from the table, but you were already putting one paw in front of the other and crawling towards Mama’s breasts. It was partially the hunger, but this also felt right. You were Mama’s puppy after all. That first time, latching onto Mama’s breast and suckling, it was amazing. Her milk filled your belly, but it also made you feel safe and secure around her, even more than you already did. It was a reminder that your Mama was always there to take care of you and always had everything you needed. You only ate big dog food once or twice after that.

The feeling is still present even now as breast milk runs down your chin. You get a bit too excited a lot of the time now and get drool and milk all over yourself when you’re feeding, but Mama doesn’t mind doing an extra load of laundry or two for you. She actually thinks it’s cute.

You’re about to move to the second breast when another familiar sensation comes to you, this time from your bowels. You don’t even really think about what to do anymore when this happens.

“Oh.” You mutter, shifting around to get in a more comfortable position. Faaart! You sigh as you relieve yourself, warm mushy poop piling up in the back of your nappy. It’s become so automatic that your bowel movement doesn’t even interrupt you breastfeeding.

You’re sure Mama noticed you making your poopy and even if she didn’t, your saggy nappy and smell is enough of an indication. But she’s all right with letting you finish your lunch and you’re all right with staying in your messy nappy for a while longer. It isn’t like the first time you messed at all.

You remember you were sitting on the floor at home one time when you had felt the familiar urge to go. By then you were wetting your nappy naturally, though you still used the potty for number two, more out of habit than anything else. You began pushing yourself up to get Mama to help you go potty when you realized something. You were wearing a nappy. Not a pull-up, a nappy. What was the point of half going in your nappy and half going in the potty anyways?

Going back down on your paws and knees you raised your tail into the air and began pushing. Pffft! It was a weird feeling that first time, feeling your warm poopy filling up your nappy. You weren’t sure if you were all right with it or not, which made you fussy. You began crying to let Mama know that you needed her.

“What is it Rita?” Mama asked, walking into the room. Then she smelled it, from the ground you could see her sniff a second time to make sure she was really smelling what she thought she smelled.

“Rita,” She asked “did you poop your nappy?”

You nodded “Sorry Mama.” You admitted sheepishly, looking at the lump in your nappy hanging low between your hind legs.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s a reason you wear nappies after all.” Mama said. She walked over and pulled the waistband of your nappy back “Phew, we’d better change you before you get a rash you little stinker.”

Mama’s permission was all you needed to start messing more and more often until now where you just go whenever you need to, regardless of where you are. Your nappy changes are another one of those constant reminders that Mama’s always there to take care of you.

You finish up Mama’s second breast and pull away smiling. Mama takes a napkin and wipes your chin.

“We’ve got to get you a bib.” She says, bopping you on the nose “You can’t even breastfeed without getting it all over yourself anymore.”

“Hee hee…” You giggle. Mama rebuttons her shirt and slings you over her shoulder. She begins patting you on the back. You coo softly. Mama knows you get fussy after feeding if she doesn’t get your gas out.

“Come on I know it’s in there.” Mama says, beginning to bounce you too.

Bu-urrp! You burp loud enough that the people around you look to see what’s going on. You rest your chin on Mama’s shoulder and smile at them, your chest aching with relief. Mama takes her paw off your back and pulls back your nappy.

“Yep, looks like somebody needs a nappy change too.”

“I made a poopy Mama.” You say

“A very stinky poopy.” Mama agrees “But we shouldn’t change you indoors and stink up the mall. Let’s go to the park for your nappy change and then you can play afterwards.”

She sets you back in the stroller. You feel your messy nappy squish under your butt and giggle.


On the way to the park you smile and wave to all the dogs you pass by. Most of them know you by now, but it’s always funny to see the looks on the tourists’ faces when they see you sitting in the stroller. You love pulling up your dress and showing them your messy nappy, that always makes their eyes pop.

When you arrive Mama sets out changing supplies in the grass and lays you on the ground.

“All right puppy.” Mama says. You feel her break the tapes on your nappy and pull it out from under your butt. Then you feel a cool, wet wipe pressed against your butt while Mama wipes you clean.

“Ohh.” You gasp as it touches your fur. You usually do that when it presses up against your sensitive parts, especially on a hot day like today where the cool wipe feels even cooler.

“Does my little puppy like that?” Mama asks and you nod. You’ve grown to like pretty much everything about nappy changes. They make you feel comfortable and safe. You’re a little puppy, unable to even choose when to go to the potty, but Mama will take care of your every need.

Mama smiles and slides a clean nappy under you and sprinkles baby powder on before taping it nice and snug around your waist. You sit up and without thinking about it, you start trying to pull your dress off. You’re just more comfortable moving around with just your nappy on. Before this you’ve always kept your breasts covered at least in public. But now it doesn’t occur to you that the dress is the only thing keeping you from being buck naked except from your nappy. You wouldn’t care either.

“Mama!” You say, tugging at your dress but you can’t figure out how to get it off. You’ve kind of gotten so used to Mama dressing and undressing you that you don’t know how anymore.

“You don’t want your dress on?” Mama asks

“No Mama!” You say

Mama shakes her head “You really are regressing mentally. Even Georgie never went this far.”

Mama tells you a lot that you’ve regressed mentally, though you don’t know what that means. Georgie talks to Mama and you about it a lot too. She made a big deal out of it once too, a couple weeks after she had gone back to panties when she saw you mess for the first time.

“Aren’t you worried about her Sabine?” She asked Mama while you squatted in the middle of the kitchen floor “She’s regressed mentally really far. I mean look at her, she’s shamelessly messing her nappy!”

“You needed quite a few nappy changes too.” Mama reminded her “Or do you need me to get my camera to remind you? I have pleeenty of pictures of you needing a nappy change.”

“That’s not what I meant…” Georgie blushed. She was embarrassed any time Mama brought up her needing nappies, even though it was just a couple weeks ago that she was the one freely messing her nappy and you were still wanting to use the potty. You guess it must be a stage that puppies go through sometimes, even though you don’t understand it at all. Why would a puppy be embarrassed about using nappies? That’s why they wore them after all.

“The thing is, she’s completely surrendering herself.” Georgie continued “Look at her, I always cried when I needed a nappy change, but she’s all right with just sitting there!”

You giggled. Georgie didn’t get it. You had Mama, and Mama would make sure that you didn’t stay in your messy nappy long enough to get nappy rash or something like that, so why cry? It wasn’t like poopy nappies grossed you out anymore; you accepted them as a part of your new life.

Mama grinned “You know what I think the problem is. I think you’re just envious of her.”

“What? No I’m not!” Georgie said, stamping her foot

Mama took two steps and scooped her up in her arms and began to rock her. She picked up a baby bottle full of milk off the counter.

“Just let it go.” Mama told her “I’ll clean you up if you make an accident.”

“B-but these are my expensive jeans…” Georgie protested before she was silenced by Mama sticking the bottle in her mouth.

“Shhh…” Mama whispered. The tension drained from Georgie’s face. Hissss! You crawled around to investigate the noise after making sure it wasn’t coming from your own nappy. You giggled as you watched a dark spot grow and grow on Georgie’s jeans. Mama smiled.

In five minutes, Georgie was wearing a thick nappy and t-shirt and sat next to you on the floor, sucking her bottle. You were so excited to have your baby sister back, but you only got two hours to play some games with her because when dinner time came, she showed up walking on her two hind legs and no nappy bulge in sight. You frowned, completely confused. Just a few minutes ago she had been playing with blocks on the floor with you!

“Sometimes Georgie just likes being a puppy for a little while.” Mama explained, patting your head “When she does I put her in nappies and take care of her for the afternoon. I’m always available to take care of my puppies for as long as they need.”

“Hmph, I didn’t enjoy that at all! Sabine I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Georgie said, crossing her arms. You and Mama burst out laughing.

Georgie was your baby sister about two nights a week now. With her pride she would never admit that she liked regressing, which made it kind of funny when she did. She usually would start complaining to Mama or pout until Mama ‘forced’ her to be a puppy as Georgie put it. Twice she even peed her pants so Mama would ‘make’ her wear diapers for the night!

During those sessions she wasn’t quite the baby sister you met the first time when you returned to nappies. She still called Mama over to change you whenever you pooped and used big girl words to communicate, but it was always nice having her sitting next to you in a nappy of her own while you both sucked your thumbs. Once she went so far that she even pooped herself, though that quickly made her get more adult and she called Mama to change her right away.

But today, Georgie is shopping with friends. You still don’t understand why she likes being a big dog when she’s clearly so much happier as a puppy, but you’re just happy that you have her as a playmate sometimes.

Mommy shrugs and pulls your dress over your head, leaving you in just your thick diaper. You giggle in thanks and begin crawling towards the playground, the soft grass brushing against your paws. A group of dogs playing Frisbee stop and stare as you crawl past. You gurgle and smile at them. You enjoy the attention other dogs give you; it makes you feel extra special.

Blort! Your thought is interrupted as you make a wet fart in your nappy. You giggle. You have no idea why you’re so poopy today, but it’s kind of funny. Usually you only mess only once or twice a day and this is the second time in an hour! Well, there’s only one thing to do.

You stop crawling and lift your tail up in anticipation. Briefly you wonder if the Frisbee dogs are still watching you. They’d get a perfect view of your nappy if they were. Faaart! Here it came! Pfft! Your butt cheeks rumble and the first piece slides out and drops into your nappy. Frrt! Splorch! The rest of it isn’t far behind. You wait patiently and let it happen, not that you have much of a choice anymore anyways. It would probably take at least a month of serious potty training just to get back bowel control, and you have no intention of doing that, well, ever.

“A gaa goo.” You sigh in relief once you’re done. You shake your butt experimentally and feel your nappy swing back and forth between your legs. It was a really big messing, you can still feel all the warmth from your mess radiating against your butt. You turn your head upside down and look between your legs. Yep, it’s sagging really low. Behind the nappy you notice the Frisbee dogs. They’re still watching you, except now their mouths are hanging wide open. You smile at them and then resume crawling towards the playground.

You don’t cry for Mama. Messy nappies aren’t something you cry about anymore, even when you can feel that your nappy’s super full like now. You know Mama will walk over to you once you’ve tired yourself out and are taking a break in your play. You’ll feel her two fingers on the back of your waist and then the waistband of your nappy will feel a little taut while she pulls it back and checks if you’re still clean.

“Oh, Rita you’ve made quite the stinky!” She’ll say to you, or something like to that. You’ll just giggle and let her carry you over to a changing mat.

“Gaba goo…” You gurgle, smiling while you think about Mama taking care of you. That was another thing, talking in words wasn’t something you did a lot any more. Transitioning from baby talk to gurgles and giggles hadn’t even been a conscious choice because Mama could always understand what you were saying. Actually it had gotten to the point where she could even tell what you were thinking!

“Thinking about your stinky nappy you little rascal?” Mama’s voice says behind you and you giggle. You didn’t even know Mama had come up behind you! She was good.

“Ah-ha, caught red handed!” Mama says, patting your padded butt “Listen Rita, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that we have to go back to the house now. That means your nappy change will have to wait too.”

“Gaa?” You coo. What could be so important that you needed to leave the park? You hadn’t even gotten play yet! You hadn’t even reached the playground!

“The good news is that Georgie just texted me that she pooped her pants and needs me to go put her in a nappy. She’s going to be a puppy again!”

“Gaga!” You squeal with delight. That was way better than the park!

Mama lifts you into the stroller. Your full nappy squishes under you as you sink into the seat.

“If she pooped and wants me to change her it probably means that she’s going to regress for a long time this time.” Mama tells you “You’ll have your little sister back! But I guess you’re probably the little sister now aren’t you? After all you’re acting like a newborn.”

You giggle and bounce excitedly in the stroller, feeling your soiled nappy mush more and more with each bounce. Yes, you are a newborn. Mama’s little newborn puppy in nappies!