This is the story of my sona, it's going to run long, this is the first chapter. I plan to introduce several other teen babies in the future. Tell what you think, and I'm more than open to creative criticism.

Authors Note (please read to understand some stuff): I know this isn’t how being incontinent actually works, I just wanted to imagine where being incontinent also means that you have infantilism and in someway needs to be treated like a baby (it’s like the social norm in this universe). Also it’s a lot more frequent, like say every 1 in 30 people in this world are incontinent. Apologies to those who are actually incontinent, I know this isn’t an accurate portrayal.
The second thing to keep in mind, Nessy is a maned wolf (guara wolf) which looks like a fox but is called a wolf, and is technically something in between in it’s own family. The species is found in Brazil, so yes you heard right. Nessy is a first generation Brazilian in the United states with his mama. So when they are speaking to each other at home they are actually speaking in Brazilian Portuguese.
Enjoy ☺



“Mom!” I shouted, as she pulled back the lining of my pull up.
“Sorry sweetie, I just need to check and see if you put it on right.”
I couldn’t blame her; it’s not like I knew what I was doing. Recently I had begun wetting the bed, and my mom found out, but didn’t pay much mind to it. However, recently there was a day that I wet my shorts during the day while at home. I was just helping my mom wash the dishes and I just suddenly wet, no warning no build up. It wasn’t much but it was still enough to make a small puddle on the floor, and the most unusual thing about it was that when it started I couldn’t stop it. Suddenly I had no control.
Mom took me to the doctor that day, after a quick change of pants. After a series of check ups, the doctor called us in and told us the news.
“I’m afraid that you’re incontinent Nessy.” He said.
I had heard that word before, I wasn’t sure exactly what it meant but I knew it was always used to describe those other furs my age and older that wear diapers and dress like babies but bigger. Mom always said that the reason they dressed and got treated like babies was part of being incontinent, that they liked it, and made them feel more comfortable.
“But I thought that when you’re incontinent you’re like that since you’re a baby, I’ve been potty trained.”
“Most cases of incontinence leave furs in diapers through their whole life yes, but sometimes the effects of incontinence trait will only take affect after awhile. You should count yourself lucky actually; you’re only 14, I have another patient that’s 22 and just got the same news.” The doctor explained.
I didn’t want to be incontinent! I didn’t want to wear diapers and poop in them, or get treated like a baby! My mom put her hand on my shoulder, and then brought me in closer for a hug. I hugged back appreciating the warmth and comfort.
“Nessy I know you really like science, and I saw your science fair project on the different fur anatomies. I know this is hard for you but maybe you would understand a bit better if you understood what makes someone incontinent.” The Doctor said, trying to make me feel better.
“Would you like that honey?” My mom asked patting the fur between my ears while I was still hugging her. I nodded yes and let go of my mom.
“You see Nessy, being incontinent causes you to have a lack of sensitivity in your urethra and rectum, and that lack of sensitivity is what makes you not be able to tell when something is coming or be able to make it stop. Now there are different types of incontinence, some only have bladder dysfunctions, while other have both bowel and bladder dysfunctions. So for now I’m going to give you a pack of pull ups assuming you only have bladder dysfunctions, because we can’t tell if you have both, but I will be honest with you most incontinent furs have both. So I don’t want to give you false hope just in case.”

So here I am now sitting in the living room wearing some pull-ups under my shorts.
“How do they feel honey?” My mom said.
“They feel fine, it’s a bit weird that they’re thicker.”
“Well Nessy I want to make a deal with you, because I’m sure you don’t want to be cleaning up pee with me again. If you can go this whole week without wetting your pull-ups then you don’t have to wear them. We’ll keep daytime and nighttime separate. If you don’t wet during the day then you don’t have to wear them. Same goes for nighttime, if you don’t wake up soggy for a whole week then forget what the doctor said that’s enough proof for me. Okay?” I wasn’t sure that would work especially if the doctor said that I was incontinent, but I also didn’t want to wear these so I said ‘yes’. I was going to try, maybe one of the tests the doctor did was incorrect.
Later that day I felt the need to pee and was able to go to the bathroom in time, eventually when it came time for bed mom wanted to check my pullup.
“It’s dry.” I said.
“I still need to be the judge Nessy, that’s part of the deal.” My mom kneeled down, for 14 I wasn’t very tall, and tugged down my PJ pants. My mom felt the front of my diaper, and ran a finger on the lining of my pull up between my legs. My tail was swishing back and forth nervously.
“Okay all dry, let’s hope you stay that way. “ She said kissing my on the top of my head between my ears. I was blushing furiously.
“Do you have to check me like that?” I asked.
“Nessy where do I work?” Mom asked putting her hands on her hips.
“You’re a nanny and manager at the teen daycare center.” I said sighing.
“That’s right, so don’t you think your mama knows the best way to check you?”
“Yes.” I sighed again, and yeah you heard right. My mom worked at a daycare center for incontinent teens. My uncle was incontinent, and my mom wanted to give care to other teens that went through the same thing. My problem was one time I went over there after school because my mom was particularly busy that day, and I saw my mom checking the diapers of teenagers my age and older the same way, so it just made me feel babyish. I never talked to the other teen babies they always acted so…well babyish, yet they talked normally (well as normally as you can with a pacifier in your mouth) so it just made me feel weird.
“Well, get some sleep honey, I’ll check you again in the morning, goodnight.”
“Night mom.” I said as she left my room and closed the door. I suddenly realized that my pants were still down, with my pullup exposed. I blushed a bit to my self and bent over to pull my pants up. I suddenly noticed my padded rear in the mirror between my legs upside down. I let go of my pants and stood up still with my back mostly to the mirror looking at my butt. I swished my tail back and forth, and I could hear the pullup slightly crinkle. Blushing I pulled my PJ pants up and put my tail through the hole, and then looked at my rear again in the mirror. Maybe it was because I knew it was there, but I swear anyone could tell, my bum just looked poofier than it was supposed to be. I sighed and laid in bed, hearing more crinkles. The new feeling made it hard to fall asleep. It was comfortable sure, but the crinkling was annoying and I wasn’t used to the thickness. But eventually, as I got more tired than I did distracted with my temporary underwear, I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up wet, I sighed, it was just so odd that wetting myself didn’t even wake me during the night. I went to the bathroom and threw out the old pullup and put on a new one. My mom must have heard me changing so she knocked on the door of the bathroom. “Everything okay sweetie?” She asked
“No, I’m still wetting while I sleep.” I said annoyed
“Nessy there’s nothing bad about you not having control, it’s normal.”
“It’s not normal mom!”
“There are so many other kids your age that have the same issue, I think recently they said that is was an average of 1/20 kids are incontinent. Anyway I’m going to go to work for a bit this morning, I’ll come back around lunchtime. If you wet your pullup don’t hide it okay honey? Pretending is just going to lead to you having more accidents without protection.” I sighed realizing she was right.
“Yes mom.” I said. She leaned down to lick me on the cheek and I licked her back on hers. I pulled up my pants over my pullups and headed down to make myself some breakfast. I usually helped my mom with cooking so I knew how to make some stuff, but for breakfast I mostly liked just eating fruit.
I went to the computer and sat down, it felt weird feeling the extra thickness between my butt and the seat.
I decided to read about incontinence, what I found wasn’t hopeful, saying that most furs that had incontinence could not control both #1 and #2’s. And that for cases like mine; bowel incontinence usually came later. I felt so angry; it just wasn’t fair, I didn’t want to wear diapers; I didn’t want to be an oversized baby. However I knew my mom wouldn’t ever force me into anything, after all there were a few kids at my school that wore diapers but dressed like their age and didn’t act like babies, but the fact that they wore diapers was still very obvious, with the bulkiness showing through their pants, or how skirts made it hard to hide diapers. I think that was to make changes easier however.
I suddenly realized I had to pee to I quickly ran to the bathroom and made it just in time. I checked the inside of my pullup, which was still dry. I decided to play some videogames since there was no way I was going outside like this, even with shorts over my pullup. I set on playing broken age, time ticked by and my mom came home and saw me playing on the computer.
“Hi honey”
“Hi mom” I chimed back still looking at my game
“How’s your pullup?”
“Fine, I went earlier in the toilet no problem.” I said kind of blushing being legitimately proud that I didn’t use my pullup.
“Can I check them now?”
“Sure” I didn’t like my mom checking but at least there was no one else around. I stood up and she tugged down my shorts and felt the front of my pullup, which I suddenly realized was wet. When did that happen?! And how long have I been wet? My mom continued to check my by running a finger along the lining of my pullup.
“Nessy you’re wet, did you not realize?” She asked softly. I was without speech, my ears were flattened and my tail went limp as I stood there in a wet pullup.
“Oh honey, don’t be sad.” My mom said hugging me, she always smelled so nice.
“Let’s go get you changed.” She said, and then my mom did something I didn’t really expect. She picked me up by my waist and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her neck and laid my head on her shoulder, then she grabbed the back of my thighs and proceeded to start carrying me. I forgot that my mom was this strong since she carried kids my age all the time like this. (To be fair I wasn’t very big for my age) In the middle of this I pushed my mom back a bit, she still had me in her arms, I was blushing furiously and I said.
“I can walk there myself mom.” I said, and immediately regretted it. I couldn’t explain why, but I loved being carried by my mom so suddenly.
“Okay sweetie, you just seemed so upset and uncomfortable, I wanted to help.” She said as she set me on my feet, I wanted to ask her to carry me again, but that was too babyish so I didn’t say it. She walked with me to the bathroom and got a new pullup out for me.
“I know how to change it myself mom, I said kind of pushing her out the door.”
“Okay let me know if you need anything.”
I shut the door and quickly changed out of my wet pullup, into a dry one. I washed my hands and then my mom came in saying that my shorts had gotten a bit wet so she was throwing them in the wash.
“You should just keep your pullups on honey, it’ll make checking you easier, and you’ll be able to see if you wet them in case you don’t feel it.” I didn’t want to agree, but she was right.
Later in the day I had wet again, but this time I noticed. I told my mom and went to go change. All of this was so frustrating, but somewhere I was beginning to accept it a bit.
Mom checked me one final time before I went to bed, I was dry but that’s not how I stayed during the night. The next day I was unable to control my urine; I still had control over my bowel movements however. Then there was one time where I felt my pee coming but on the way to the bathroom it just released into my pullup, making me drop on my knees in defeat. Was this it, did I loose? I was able to stop one wetting in the span of two days, and with every wetting I felt it coming less and less.
On the third morning something worse had happened, I woke up and my sheets were wet. I checked my pullup, which was soaked, so soaked that it had leaked. How did that not wake me up?! To be truthful I am a very heavy sleeper. My crotch was also kind of hurting when I moved, almost like rubber was roughly rubbing against my crotch.
I called mom into my room to help me with cleaning up. My pullup was really sagging.
“Well first off change your pullup sweetie.” She said handing me a pullup and some baby wipes.
“Why wipes mom? I didn’t mess myself.” I said ignorantly.
My mom gave me a face that looked like she just realized something horrible, she was also studying me because I was fidgeting a bit from my crotch hurting.
“Nessy have you not wiped any time that you’ve changed your pullups?” She asked, somewhat sternly. I just shook my head no, feeling like I just got in trouble.
My mom pulled my pullups down, and I lifted my feet as she took them off.
“Mom I can…” She shushed me. Turning me around and lifting my tail, I was blushing hard, but also wincing from the pain.
“Nessy, you have a diaper rash. I’m sorry sweetie I should’ve known you wouldn’t know how to clean yourself. Stay there” I stood there half naked only in a T-shirt, my tail betwee my legs covering my crotch. My mom came back with a bottle of baby oil, some talcum powder, and a towel. She laid the towel on the floor and told me to lie down on it.
“Mom, I can do it myse…”
“No Nessy, I don’t want to forceful, but this is where I put my foot down. That rash is bad, and it could get infected, so sit.” I obediently lied on my back my tail was around my leg still covering my crotch. My mom brushed my tail aside and spread my legs open and lifted them up.
“Keep your legs up for mama sweetie.” I was blushing really hard and trying to just look at the ceiling. My mom started wiping my crotch area very thoroughly, which made me wince since it hurt a bit against my rash, she even went ahead and wiped my butt.
I kept my legs up, after she was done wiping me she put some cream on my rash, it was cold but felt nice. Then she applied some baby oil over my crotch, which is where most of the rash was. Finally she started sprinkling baby powder on my crotch and butt as well, she probably did that out of habit.
“Okay all done, now stand up.” As I stood up I noticed that my rash already hurt less. She put a pullup out for me to step in so I did, and she pulled it up (HA pun intended). Then she bent over my back and threaded my tail though the hole, all the while I was hugging her with my face buried in her stomach. After my tail puffed out of the hole it started wagging slowly as I hugged my mom.
“Thank you mama.” I said still hugging her.
“Anything for my baby, but keep in mind Nessy. I’m going to change you from now on at least until that rash goes away. You don’t know how to properly clean yourself yet.”
I nodded in agreeing, I don’t know why I agreed so easily, I just felt so pampered and submissive after she had essentially babied me. But in truth I felt so comfortable when she did it, I wanted more of it, and even though I couldn’t voice it mama knew. Because the next thing she did was pick me up again resting my head on her shoulder and holding my legs apart on either side of her hip.
“I know you can walk honey but that rash is going to make it kind of painful especially up and down the stairs, I’m just trying to make it easier for you.”
“It’s okay, thanks mama.” It was then I realized that I called her ‘mama instead of mom for the second time. I used to call her mama all the time, but I went to a friend’s house one time and he only called his mama ‘mom’ so I started doing the same. ‘Mama’ just felt so much more natural, maybe I would just call her mama from now on. I hugged mama tightly as she carried me down and eventually sat me down in the kitchen.
“You get yourself some breakfast okay, mama is going to go wash your sheets.” She said kissing me on the head between my ears, I blushed not because of the kiss but because she called herself mama, meaning she noticed that I started calling her that again and just went with it. I felt ashamed having wet the bed even with pullups on, mostly because I didn’t want mama having to wash the sheets all the time. While I was eating breakfast I started wetting my pullup, I put my hands on my crotch and closed my legs together. This only made it harder to pee, and didn’t stop it in the least, it was beginning to hurt so I let go and waited for it to finish. When I was done I felt the front of my pullup, it was warm and wet, and I could kind of smell the urine.
I felt terrible telling mama that I had soaked my pullups again, especially after all she just changed me like 20 minutes ago. She said that she really didn’t mind, and in a way she didn’t even seem surprised or annoyed. This made me feel a bit better, as mama went upstairs to get the changing supplies again. Mama took my tail out of the hole again, and tugged down my pullups, I stepped out of them and then lay down as she instructed. I was blushing from my mama wiping my butt and crotch. She then proceeded to put rash cream on and powder me up again. Then helped me step into my pullup, once again threading my tail through the hole in the back.
I couldn’t help but have a child like smile as I looked down at my pullups, and wagged my tail. I quickly got rid of that smile when I realized mama was looking, why did it feel so nice to be put into pullups by mama. She just did it in such a loving way, and having fresh ones on just felt so right for some reason.
“Uh thanks mama, I’m going to go read ok?” I said heading for the living room where I left my book.
“Okay sweetie let me know if you need anything.”

Time went by in the day until a pretty bad incident happened. I was sitting in the arm chair reading my book and started wetting my pullup, I just looked down a bit waiting for it to finish which is what I was getting used to, but it just kept coming out and eventually started leaking on to the chair cushion. No, no no! Why did it leak again?! I wanted to somehow get up and clean the mess up myself before mama found out, also because I didn’t want her to have to clean something again! This was a bad idea however because moving just made more leak out, I sighed and did the only thing I could.
“Mama!”
My mama is probably the best mama in the world from the way she reacted. When she got in the living room I was slightly in tears, as well as blushing hard. I opened my mouth to try and say something but mama just shushed me by kissing my forehead. Then cooing me while putting my book on the table by the armchair letting me know that she wasn’t angry and that she was just going to help me get out of this mess. She picked me up this time just under my shoulders so she wouldn’t get urine on her dress. Being carried this way made me feel even more like a baby however, since she was actually doing it to avoid my over soaked pullup similar how a parent would do this when their cub has a messy diaper.
I saw the ground under my feet move as my mama carried me to the bathroom and set me down on my feet. I stood still afraid to move any more, mama pulled my pullup down and I stepped out of it. As she was throwing it away I had to say:
“Mama please let me clean the cushion I don’t want you to do it.”
“Nessy, I’m not angry stop feeling so bad about what’s not in your control. However if you really want to help mama there is something you can do for me.”
“Okay. What?” I asked as I laid down on the towel mama placed on the floor for me, and I’ll be honest this time I was actually a bit eager for the attention mama was going to give me. I liked the diaper rash cream she reapplied, the wiping, and the powder, I think it was obvious to mama too since I was kind of giggling and smiling again. I was going to stand up but mama pushed me back down and said:
“Stay right there sweetie mama has to go get something.” She left the room for what must’ve been 10 minutes. Leaving me curious as to why I needed to stay there half naked on the bathroom floor. When she came back she was holding what was unmistakably a diaper.
“Ah!” I yelped.
“You said you wanted to help right Nessy?” Mama asked I nodded.
“You know why your pullups leaked twice, it’s because pullups aren’t made for handling that kind of load. And from what you did to that pullup I say you need to wear diapers sweetie.” As she said this she knelt down and lifted my legs, but I refused to lift my bum. Mama looked at me this time a bit more sternly.
“Look I know we had the one week deal, but I can’t risk more tinkles around the house all the time. I don’t want to have to clean everything, and I’m sure you wouldn’t either. I think we have to accept that you’ve become incontinent Nessy.” The last thing she said made me a bit teary and angry, but she was right, I wasn’t going to say anything however so I just let her lift my leg higher raising my bum off the towel. And that was the first of many diapers to come as my butt laid back on the diaper, which felt like an inch (roughly 3 centimeters). I spread my legs while mama brought up the front of the diaper covering my crotch. Then she very carefully and lovingly taped the sides of my diaper. I felt very helpless while she did this since she just moved my waist for me. Mama also started humming and I noticed that she was smiling a bit, she enjoying this too, I knew she liked taking care of people, but I was still wasn’t sure how I felt about diapers.
That didn’t matter much however since it looked like I was stuck in them. Mama finished taping the diaper up, it felt soft and actually pretty snug around my waist. Then mama turned me on my side and put my tail in its place and closed the tape above my tail. Pulling me up to stand there I was, a 14-year-old mane woll standing in some pretty thick diapers. The diaper felt snug yet it kind of sagged a bit where my butt was slightly touching the back of my thighs, my legs felt more pushed apart. I felt my butt and it just poofed in and then poofed back out to its original size; it also crinkled with every movement, even my tail. My mama caught me by surprise by patting my bum, causing me to blush.
“There we go all padded and safe from those icky accidents.” She said in a kind of babyish voice as she picked me up again, this time putting my head over her shoulder. With my legs on either side of her hips, one of her hands was on the seat of my diaper this time so I felt my padding as she walked me to my room.
“You stay here while mama goes to get your book okay.” I nodded and she left the room. This gave me a chance to see myself in the mirror in just a T-shirt and diaper, I looked like a toddler, my diaper was visible all the way around especially since my shirt only came down a bit past my waste. I turned around and saw the sag in my diaper it was so noticeable. Mama came back in the room and handed me my book.
“You stay here and read while mama cleans up your tinkles okay?” I blushed from her reminding me what I had done, but nodded. I lay on my bed and began reading again. Time went by until it was lunch, so I went downstairs, mama checked my diaper, even though I told her I was still dry.
After lunch I went back up to my room, it felt weird walking up the stairs with my diaper. It’s like my waddle was over announced and I was trying to show off my butt.
While reading I had fallen asleep on my bed, I must’ve had a big lunch, is what I thought but in reality it was my body getting more into the infantile state that a lot of incontinent teens do. When I woke up I realized that I had napped for an hour it was already 2pm, what was worse is that I had also wet my diaper, I was going to call mama so she could change me, but then I noticed that there was something in my mouth. A pacifier, there was only one suspect I had for who had put in in my mouth. To be fair I had slept really well, and didn’t notice the paci even after I woke up. I spit it out and yelled for mama.
“Did my sweetie have a good nap?” She said as she came and checked my diaper.
“Let’s get you changed into a fresh diaper.”
“Mama what is this.” I said holding up the pacifier.
“Oh Nessy I know you said you didn’t want to do the baby stuff, but you were sucking on your thumb so cutely.” I noticed that my thumb still had some wet drool on it, making me blush.
“I know it seems “babyish” but you just accepted it so naturally and started suckling. You looked so comfy.” As my mom said that she pulled out a picture she took on her phone of me sleeping, there I was hugging my pillow in just a T-shirt and diapers suckling on my pacifier like the biggest baby I’ve ever seen.
“Mama! Don’t take pictures!”
“I’m not going to post it Nessy, I just wanted it for myself. My baby is just too cute.” She said pinching my cheek. I tried to move away but then she started gently rubbing my face, and then slowly started scratching behind my ears, which she always did to me when I was a toddler. All the protests I was going to yell out vanished as I pet my head more like I used to do.
“Nessy, in all seriousness though did you not like the paci?”
“I…I don’t know.” I said thinking of how well I slept.
“Nessy you’re safe here, stop thinking of what others might think, do what makes you comfortable. And if there’s one thing I know it’s how to make incontinent teens comfortable.” I was blushing at the fact that my mom had just added me to all the other teens.
“I just don’t want to stop doing things my age.” I said truthfully.
“Nessy you can still do them, there’s no problem with that, you’ll just be a bit more padded. And if there’s ever a time where you want to be more independent just tell me. But just know I’m more than happy to take care of the same way I did when you were little.” At that point I started accepting it, after all we were in our house anyway. I could adjust how I acted anytime, mama was right.
“Okay you’re right. Can I get a change pwease?” I said lifting my arms kinda jokingly to my mama wanting to be carried. Mama looked down at me in shock a bit, and I thought I almost saw her tear up a bit, then she shook her head a bit and picked me up with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen her have, it was that smile that made me more comfortable with being her baby again.
Mama picked me up and took me to the living room then laid me down on the shaggy carpet, telling me to wait there. She went to the car in the garage and brought back an entire diaper bag, which I knew she had from work. She laid a changing mat down on the floor next to me and told me to get on it. I moved my self on it and I realized I was smiling pretty big, ready for my change. Mama giggled at me and tickled my feet. I started laughing out loud even after she stopped until she put the pacifier in my mouth again. I looked down at it with both my eyes and started suckling it immediately, it just felt so natural, I rested both my arms next to my head and looked up at the ceiling as I suckled on it more. It was almost as if I’d been missing a pacifier my whole life. Mama attached a band from the pacifier ring to my shirt so if it fell out of my mouth then it wouldn’t fall on the floor.
Mama spread my legs and started un-tapping my wet diaper. I suckled my pacifier as mama pulled down the front of my diaper and then she raised my bottom so she could pull the diaper from underneath. Mama taped the diaper closed and set it on the floor next to me, it was weird looking at a wet diaper and realizing that I was the culprit behind it, but it helped me get a little more used to the fact that I needed diapers now. Mama made sure my legs were spread open and that my feet were up in the air so she could wipe me, she started humming again so I decided to close my eyes and just enjoy the attention I was getting. I felt mama rub some baby cream on my rash, which was still there, and then I felt and smelled the baby powder she was sprinkling over my crotch and butt all the while humming happily. My tail was tapping the floor, from all this, I really liked having someone take care of me like this; it was really nice not being in control. I opened my eyes to see mama opening up a fresh diaper, I raised my butt and mama slid it under me. I could feel the comfy padding already on my bum. Mama sprinkled a little more powder in the diaper, and then pulled it up over my crotch, which made me feel safe and just taken care of. Then she finished up by taping the sides, and turning my on my side and tapping my tail into place.
I happily suckled more rapidly on my paci as I wiggled my butt in place.
“Does my baby feel better?” Mama said grabbing me on either side of my chest and putting me in a sitting position. I blushed again at her calling me baby, but gave a silent nod, with my big smile that just wouldn’t go away from being pampered. Standing up I began wagging my tail from the thickness in between my legs, feeling so cubbyish smelling of baby powder.
“There’s my cute little cub.” Mama said picking me up and rubbing her forehead against mine, making my genuinely giggle from joy behind my paci, and realize how much I missed mama doing that.
The day went on very much like that; I just went back to being mama’s baby again, kind of. I was still reading my book “The physician” which is kind of adult, and meant for older kids than my current age, the difference now was that I was laying my head in mama’s lap comfortably diapered with a paci. Mama was watching some show on Netflix, and petting my head while I was on her lap.
Later mama and me made dinner together like we usually did, which made me feel a lot more normal about this whole baby thing. It felt like things where back to normal with just a few exceptions. One of those being that when mama set down my plate, she pulled out my paci before I could and just said: say ‘ah’ sweetie. Mama didn’t ask if I wanted this, she didn’t even say she was going to do this, she just did since I was her baby again. I opened my mouth and mama fed me my dinner of rice, beans, and sausage. I felt so content, and childish having mama feed me. I must have been happily wagging my tail a bunch during that meal. However because I was used to feeding myself at this age, I accidentally spilled some food on my shirt.
“Looks like I’m going to have to buy a bib when I have to feed my puppy.” Mama said as she wiped my face with a rag. I pouted on purpose, just to play along saying ‘nuh uh’. Mama giggled.
After dinner mama checked my diaper, which had been wet for a while, I just didn’t mention it because I had wet it while she was feeding me, also truthfully I had quickly forgotten about it. Mama picked me up and placed me on her hip, I held on with one hand while I placed my paci back in my mouth with the other. I was really beginning to like my paci. It just somehow made me more relaxed and safe feeling, which is I guess why it’s called a pacifier.
Mama gave me a loving change as usual, and told me it was time for bed. But told me that she wanted to do something before I slept. She went downstairs again, and came back with a bottle of milk. The smile and energy mama had almost made her look like a cub on Christmas morning, like I was her baby toy. I guess she really does like to take care of others. Mama sat on my bed and patted the seat next to her for me to lie down in her lap again. I did as told and put my head in her lap, I really was her baby now, and I didn’t wanna be older at the moment. Mama gently pulled out my paci and replaced it with the bottles nipple.
I started suckling and just closed my eyes as mama pet my headfur, the milk was good and it was so relaxing since it was warm. Mama was humming a lullaby until I finished the bottle then she gently removed the bottle and replaced it with my paci. I was so sleepy right now, mama tucked me in, and kissed me on my forehead.
“Nini, mama.” I said.
“I love you sweetie.” Mama said as she turned off the lights.
“Wuv you too,” I said half asleep and went off to dreamland.

While sleeping in the middle of the night, I woke up a bit to move from my side to my back. I move around a lot at night usually waking me up just a bit but I usually go back to sleep very quickly. I pulled my knees towards my chest just for a small stretch. As I did that something very unexpected happened, I pooped in my diaper. My mess came out with no warning expanding my diaper spreading all over my bum; I heard a few farts with my mess and my diaper crinkling. I also felt warm in the front of my diaper from wetting myself too. I moaned and whined through my paci, I was so tired but now I needed a change and I also felt terrible pooping my diaper. It was a big poop too; it felt hot against my fur. I was worried that I had leaked but after rubbing my hands on my thighs I realized that my diaper held everything very well. I felt like I still needed to poop but I was able to hold the rest in for some reason, so I did. I tried to sit up in a way to avoid my mess, and stood up. My diaper felt a lot thicker being wet and messy, I gently placed my paw on my butt careful to not push my mess in and noticed it was bulged out. I started walking towards mama’s room and calling her name.
I could feel my mess squishing in my diaper with each step, I spat out my pacifier and called mama again.
“What is it sweetie?” Mama said rubbing her eyes and yawning.
“I…I need a change.” I stuttered, I didn’t want to say what I had done.
Mama walked over, and sniffed the air.
“Aww, did my baby make his first poopie?” She said as she pulled me forward in a hug and pulled back the waistband of my diaper. I just stood there helplessly as my mama checked my full diaper, making me feel like the biggest baby in the world.
“Let’s get you changed baby, don’t you worry about anything.” She said patting my bum. I winced a bit from mama squishing my mess against my butt, and whimpered from the feeling.
“Wait, mama can I finish in the bathroom? I still have to go some.” I asked, tucking my tail between my legs because I really needed to go.
“Nessy, you already messed your diapers, just let it all out mama will clean you up.” Mama said.
“But..I.”
“Sweetie it’s late just finish up for mama okay?” She said picking me up and spreading my legs; I hugged around her neck almost automatically now. Mama put one of my legs on her hip, and with her free hand she plopped my pacifier back into my mouth. I started suckling automatically.
“Go on, let it all out Nessy.” I’m happy it was dark because I must’ve been blushing several shades of red, then I remembered that I agreed to be mama’s baby again. I really did need to finish pooping so I suckled my paci more, raised my tail and pushed. As soon as I pushed it all came out, crinkling the diaper as it expanded to take the rest of my mess. I finished pooping with a somewhat loud fart, and a sigh of relief.
“Someone’s a little stinker,” Mama said giggling patting my diaper bulge.
“You know when you were little it almost seemed like you waited for me to pick you up so you could mess you diapers.” I blushed more.
Mama brought me into my room and stood me up in place. I could still feel my mess against my butt. Mama laid down a towel again for my change, and told me to lie down. I did as told, I felt super helpless not only because I was in a changing position but I was presenting my full diaper to my mama for her to change.
It was then that it occurred to me that I didn’t even think of cleaning my self up, I was so upset with me making a mess that I immediately went to mama to clean me up. Who, speaking of which, was beginning to untape my diaper. She hled my legs up for me and spread them apart, she wiped up some of my poop with my diaper as she removed it. Then she taped it up and plopped it on the floor next to me. It fell heavily and it stank like, well like a baby in need of a diaper change, I was so embarrassed that I had made a mess like that.
Mama started wiping up my mess, which made me feel a bit cold considering how warm my mess was against my bum. Regardless it felt super nice having my mess cleaned up for me, it took several wipes but when mama was done I was smiling pretty big and wagging my tail.
“I bet my baby feels much better now,” mama said tickling my tummy. I giggled through my paci.
Mama pulled out a new diaper and placed it under me, while lifting my bum. Mama added some rash cream and sprinkled powder in my diaper area, while holding up my legs by my ankle, and then finished up by taping my diaper snugly into its place. Finally after taping my tail, she lifted me up, kissed me on the forehead goodnight, and left to dispose of my full diaper and my towel. I waddled back to bed, suckling my paci as happy as I could be, wiggling my bum a bit happy with the feeling a fresh diaper. Last thing I remember before falling back asleep was the smell of baby powder, and the subtle sounds of me sucking on my paci.