When they came down, Eliza kneeled down and wiped a smudge off Maggie’s cheek. “I set up your bed in Charlotte’s room since you two are such good friends already.” Charlotte squealed with delight at the news. Eliza handed Maggie a toothbrush. “Now you go brush your teeth while I get Charlotte ready. And Tommy, once I’m done with Charlotte it’s your turn to have a bath.”

“Again?” Tommy whined, suddenly sounding more like a kid than before. The look Eliza gave him clearly told him that the matter was not up for discussion. “OK mom,” he said and headed downstairs. Maggie went to the bathroom and, standing on a stool, she barely managed to reach the shelf where the toothpaste was. It was hard to control the oversized toothpaste tube and she ended up squeezing out a lot more than she intended.

After she was done, Maggie took off her dress and tried to take off her diaper, but the tapes just didn’t want to come loose. She even tried to wiggle out of them, but despite feeling somewhat loose, the didn’t want to go down past her hips. Nor could she push it to the side to pee. The more she tried, the greater the urge became, until it was almost painful. She finally accepted the fact that the diaper was not going anywhere. She was going to have to wet it; and soon. Maggie was just standing still, almost holding her breath when she heard footsteps and Charlotte’s happy chattering. OK, if I wet it now, I can get changed right away. That won’t be so bad. Maggie tried to let go, but couldn’t. Then she had an idea. She sat down on the toilet. The feeling of the toilet seat was enough of a sense memory to let Maggie let go. She felt a warm rush surround her crotch and seep towards her butt. Maggie slid off the toilet, feeling the warm squish of her diaper just as the door opened and Eliza peeked in.

“So,” she asked, “are you still dry?” obviously seeing that Maggie wasn’t.

“No,” Maggie said, almost whispering. Shame and frustration at having had to wet herself almost made her want to cry.

Eliza knelt in front of Maggie and stroked her cheek. “Don’t cry, dear. That’s what they’re there for. Come along; mommy’ll make it better.” She took Maggie’s hand and led her out the door. Maggie tried to grab her dress before she leaving the bathroom. “Oh just leave it pumpkin. Nobody’ll mind.”

Eliza led Maggie down the stairs. On the way, they passed Jacob and Maggie instinctively tried covered up her bare chest and diaper. Jacob, however, didn’t even seem to notice that Maggie was topless. Once inside the downstairs bathroom, Eliza helped Maggie up on the giant changing table. Maggie winced at the squishy sensation as she sat down on the wet diaper.

“Now lie back and we’ll get you washed and ready for bed.”

Maggie lay back. Lying on the changing table wearing nothing but a wet diaper felt weird and humiliating; almost like she was on display. She desperately wanted something to cover up with. While Eliza undid the tapes and pulled off the diaper, she hummed a melody that was annoyingly familiar, but Maggie couldn’t place it. The whole situation felt so awkward that Maggie just closed her eyes. She almost jumped when she felt a warm wetness on her crotch.

“Wha-”

“Shh baby. Mommy just has to wash you so you don’t get sore.” The childish tone only made Maggie feel more awkward. Eliza dried and powdered Maggie before quickly putting a new diaper on her. “There we are. Doesn’t that feel all better?” she asked, giving Maggie’s crotch a quick pat before helping her down from the changing table.

The new diaper was much thicker than the one she had worn before. Maggie couldn’t even bring her legs all the way together and had to waddle slightly when she walked.

“Why is it so much thicker than the other one,” she asked.

“We wouldn’t want any leaks at night, would we?”

“I guess,” Maggie admitted.

“Now, did you brush your teeth?”

Maggie only nodded in reply. She was still fascinated with the extra bulk between her legs. It felt very different from the extra thick towel diapers she had experimented with.

Eliza took Maggie’s hand. “Okay then, off to bed we go.” Charlotte was standing in the doorway to one of the rooms when they came up the stairs. Like Maggie, she was also wearing nothing but a diaper.

“Well hello there little munchkin. Why aren’t you in bed yet, and where’s your nightdress?” Eliza asked.

“It’s too hot,” Charlotte said, looking down and biting the tip of her thumb.

“I guess you’re right,” Eliza said. “But hop in bed now.”

“Okay,” Charlotte chirped and ducked back inside. Eliza and Maggie followed her.