The next morning you wake to Bow Kid watching you, a smile on her face. It’s a nice sight to wake to.

“Sleep well?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you happily reply, your arms tightening around her.

“You’re wet?”

Though you doubt Bow Kid can see it wish your face in her t-shirt, you blush at her words.

“Yeah,” you say again.

Bow Kid lightly giggles.

“Thanks,” she says honestly. “Thanks for… being my friend.”

You hum positively at her words, your face still in her shirt, when something warm and wet touches your forehead. You blink up at a slightly blushing Bow Kid and realise she kissed you on the forehead. You smile back reassuringly.

“It was —” You want to say it’s nice being in a nappy, but instead settle on, “— nice to not have to get out of bed to… you know.”

Bow Kid nods, chewing her lips.

“I’m — I’m actually dry.”

“Is that common?” you ask.

Bow Kid shakes her head.

“Not really. I need to go, though.”

You wonder for a moment if she’ll just go there, but a thought occurs to you.

“I’ve got a weird question,” you start with.

“I trust you; you can ask me anything, Hat Kid.”

It makes you feel warm to know she trusts you that much. You try to muster up your courage. It is weird though.

“Can I… watch?” you ask timidly, your face going red. “I — I’m curious… what it looks like.”

Bow Kid goes red in the face too, chewing her lip nervously. As you begin to cringe, wondering why you even asked that , Bow Kid nods.

“If it’s too embarrassing…” you suggest.

Bok Kid shakes her head.

“No, it’s… okay,” she replies, looking deep in thought. “Do you need to go, again?”

You squirm. You probably could.

“Yeah.”

“Can I… watch?” she asks.

It seems fair. You nod.

“Do we get up?” you ask.

You’re not sure what to do, but you guess Bow Kid needs to take her trackies off, and you… need to get the onesie off. As you watch Bow Kid get out of bed, you can see her nappy peeking out of her waist band again. You do the same, standing upright with a wet nappy bulging between your legs.

Clenching your thighs together, you can squeeze the wet mass between your legs. It’s still comfortably warm.

“Um — can you help me?” you ask to Bow Kid’s confusion. “With the zipper?”

You meet Bow Kid halfway, at the foot of your bed. Turning around, you let her unzip you. You can feel the tightness of the fabric over your nappy go away as the zipper moves, suddenly making the nappy feel heavier on your hips.

Turning around with the onesie mostly still on, you find Bow Kid kicking off her trackies. She’s blushing and fidgeting nervously. Deciding to get it over with, you shrug off the sleeves and push the onesie down, steeping out of it. You feel as nervous as Bow Kid looks, standing there in just a wet nappy.

“What do we do?” you ask.

Bow Kid is still chewing her lip.

“Maybe… squat down?”

You slowly do so, the Nappy beginning to feel like it’s hanging below you as Bow Kid does the same. Her nappy is obviously dry.

Suddenly, you feel like you might loose you balance and fall onto your padded bum, but Bow Kid’s hand reaches out to grab you. You hold her hand and meet her eyes.

“Can we —” Bow Kid draws in a deep breath. “I don’t think I can hold it for much longer,” she admits, a touch to of desperation in her voice.

You nod.

This position is way easier than last night, and with the already wet nappy, it feels much easier to just let it out.

Watching Bow Kid’s nappy, she pulls up her t-shirt, giving you a better view. It’s almost weird to see, but the wrinkled nappy starts to expand, the outer plastic going taught. From your own nappy is the audible tinkle of the liquid splashing inside.

Bow kid is red in the face, her breathing deep, and so is your own you realise.

She suddenly lets out a relieved sigh, closing her eyes, her nappy looking heaving and hanging on her waist. She does this little wiggle, causing the bulk to swing slightly. She has an embarrassed but pleased smile on her face when she meets your eyes.

“All done?” she asks.

You nod and you both carefully get to your feet, the nappy feeling even heavier.

Suddenly, you’re both laughing.

T_T_T

Bow Kid puts her dress back on, still wearing her wet nappy underneath. You think about putting your shorts from last night on, wondering if they’d even fit over your nappy when Bow Kid holds up her PJs.

“It’s cute,” she insists.

You take her word for it as she zips you up, the onesie making your nappy feel more secure as you both head out into the lounge room.