Sara's Dream Come True (Private with R682)

[R682]

Jen wasn't really asleep when she heard Sara's mother come into the room for the second time. She just had the covers pulled up over her head, so only her feet could be seen sticking out from the bottom. She didn't move though, praying that she wasn't now in line for a 'diaper check', even though she had wet herself.

Fortunately, the presence in the room went away again, and the side of the crib clicked up into place without Sara rejoining her, leaving Jen in perfect silence and solitude. Not that she any longer felt the desire to use it to 'take care of herself', but at least it was genuinely conducive to sleep, despite her embarrassment and soggied diaper. Not that it felt wet, just bulked up a bit, and still warm, so that wasn't so bad. Plus, by now Jen was beginning to persuade herself that come the morning there'd be no need to even talk about or acknowledge what Sara's mother had seen. Hopefully, both of them were willing to just ignore, and pretend it had never happened.

With that thought in mind, and tired from her poor rest previously, Jen did find herself finally drifting away into genuine deep black sleep.

[DiapeePrincessSara]

Sara slept peacefully until her mother's alarm went off at around 5am. This was generally the time Sara's mother would get up to start getting Sara ready for school. Sara woke up crying. Not only because of the alarm waking her up, but because she awoke to a surprise in her diaper. Sara had a mild case of the runs from sleeping so soon after eating, especially since her meal had so much fiber in it.

Sara's mother woke up and turned off the alarm. "It's okay sweetums. You can go back to sleep if you..." Sara's mother paused her sentence as she noticed the smell. "Oh dear, did you make poopies baby girl?" She continued. Sara nodded and continued crying. Her pacifier not really doing much to calm her, especially since her tummy was cramping up. Sara's mother was quick to flip on the bedroom light and begin petting Sara's hair to calm her.

Sara was having trouble calming down and held her tummy to signal to her mother that she was in pain. Sara's mother ran to gather changing supplies from the downstairs bathroom to avoid waking Jen. Once she reappeared in the bedroom, she quickly undressed Sara and laid an absorbent change mat underneath her. Once Sara was on the mat, Sara's mother began massaging Sara's tummy to help Sara feel better.

It wasn't long before Sara exploded, quite noisily, in her diaper once again. After a couple minutes Sara was entirely empty, but her tummy was still hurting. Sara's mother sat on the bed beside Sara and began petting Sara's hair. "Shh, calm down baby girl. It's alright, momma's here." She said in a very calm and motherly way.

[R682]

Sara wasn't the only one who woke up uncomfortable. Whatever the issue had been with the evening meal, it might have gone beyond the level of fiber, or the time before sleeping, because Jen woke up to a sense of cramping in just the same kind of way.

At first, she thought she was just sleeping oddly, having gone to sleep the way she had, all bunched up under her blankets, not to mention in a state of some internal turmoil. Somehow, none of that seemed quite so bad now, with the bright light of day streaming in through the windows. It was like it had happened to somebody else, and anyway, Jen felt far more self justified about it all now she had a little distance from the moment itself. Just something else everybody needed to do from time to time, and anyway, they were way past the bounds of social norms by now in every other respect, which kind of mitigated that one, too, in a way.

Jen got up onto her knees in the crib and threw off the blanket, brought fairly quickly to full wakefulness by her internal discomfort, but still not quite recognising it for what it was, and thinking that perhaps all she needed was to stretch. The diaper which she'd wet last night felt cold and claggy against her now, though Jen imagined that peeing in it again now, which she needed to do, might improve things for a while. There was no reason not to, so she held onto the bars, breathed slowly and did it, pleased to find that her earlier problems were a thing of the past as warmth rapidly flowed back into the diaper. Then she shifted around a little more, thinking that perhaps she needed to pass wind, and that might help to relieve whatever tension existed within her. Indecorous, since she was alone, she did so, which produced a most unusual sensation in the thick warm dampness of her diaper. But the feeling didn't go away. Instead, there was a sudden downwards gurgling inside her, and an even greater sense of pressure which Jen knew heralded only one thing.

Hurriedly, she searched for the catch on the outside of the crib, to lower the side gate. After her experiences the previous night, if she'd merely found herself needing another poo, (however unlikely that might be, only six hours later) she probably would just have knelt there and used the diaper for that too, without excessive concern. Whatever this new pressure was inside her, however, she knew she didn't want it to happen like this, and if it did, the results might be truly disgusting.

However, she couldn't find the catch on the crib, no matter how much she searched. Under normal circumstances, she might have climbed over, but the big bulky diaper restricted the movement of her legs so much that the only way to do that would have been to go head first, possibly breaking her neck. Even then, she wasn't sure she could get herself out of the onesie and undo the diaper for herself without significant struggle; not to mention, she knew by now that she really wasn't supposed to do that. But Sara's mother had said she could use the bathroom if she wanted to, and this was one of those times that Jen was pretty certain that she did.

She just hoped the baby monitor thing was still on.

"Uh, help!" she called out to the empty air around her. "Can anyone hear this? It's Jen. I could use a little help here. It's a bit of an emergency, too!"

[DiapeePrincessSara]

Sara's mother ran into Sara's vedroom after hearing Jen's cries for help. "I heard you loud and clear. What do you need sweetie?" She asked.

Sara laid in her mess, no longer crying but just lightly sobbing. She tried her best to let the pacifier comfort her, but that only got her so far. She was fully regretting having oatmeal and fruit a few hours prior as her insides were super upset with her. Not to mention the combination of cranberry juice and having the runs was a recipe for mild dehydration. The poor girl was feeling very awful, and just wanted a clean diaper. She hoped her mother would return quickly.

[R682]

"I'm sorry," Jen looked up plaintively from the crib. "I can't find the latch to get out of here, and I think I need some help getting out of this diaper, too," she urged. She pressed a hand to her stomach, knowing she had to be frank about what was going on. "It needs to be really quick. I think I've got an upset stomach or something, and I really don't want to have the runs in this diaper." She assumed Sara's mother would understand that, at least. Jen's need was obvious by now; she was pressing her legs together tightly, and sweating a little as she worked to hold herself back. She hoped things would be quick from here, because she was experiencing the familiar sensation where the closer the opportunity came for relief, the more her body galloped ahead. "Please hurry," she looked up again at Sara's mother, realising the only thing worse than an imminent accident in her diaper would be if she couldn't last between getting it off and getting to the bathroom.

[DiapeePrincessSara]

Sara's mother quickly undid the latches of the crib, letting the side panel fall to the floor. "Go wait for me in the downstairs bathroom sweetie. It has a changing table in it just in case you have an accident. I need to get Sara cleaned up anyway, so we can kill two birds with one stone." She said, running back to her bedroom to get Sara. Sara was still laying in the bed, sobbing as she tried to suck on the pacifier to calm herself.

Sara's mother quickly scooped the girl up into her arms, including the changing mat that was beneath her, and carried her down to the downstairs bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, she laid Sara on the change table and began digging in the cabinet for some upset tummy medicine. After a moment of digging around she realized the medicine was in the upstairs bathroom. "I will get you girls some medicine after you are changed." Sara's mother said. She put on two layers of blue nitrile gloves in preparation for the changing of Sara's, and possibly Jen's, diapers.

[R682]

Jen scrambled down out of the crib a little panicked.

"Uh, I'm sorry," she urged, "but I'm not sure I can wait for you to see me downstairs," she was jigging up and down and holding in her stomach. "And I really don't want to have an accident. Please help me!"

But Sara's mother seemed to pay her no heed, dashing straight back out of the room to go and get Sara regardless. It seemed rather callous to Jen, who didn't realise that Sara was in quite an unpleasant state herself. Nevertheless, she began to hobble her way downstairs, arms across her belly, and praying with every jarring step that she didn't explode as a result. As she limped her way into the bathroom, she was feeling very weak and drenched in cold sweat.

"Please," she begged, eyeing the toilet in there as her only possible source of salvation, even though she'd have to throw herself onto it in front of Sara and her mother, even if she could get her diaper off. Her fingers felt too weak to even attempt it for herself. "Please help me get this off." She had one chance now, she thought to herself; the slightest further delay and it would have to happen right here and now as she was. Surely Sara's mother didn't want that, especially considering she'd apparently be the one cleaning it up if it did. Mind you, she might not fancy the possibility of cleaning it off her bathroom floor, either, and that still seemed like a very real likelihood at this point, even though the toilet was only a few long desperate staggers away.

[DiapeePrincessSara]

Sara's mother undid the tapes on Jen's diaper and jet let it fall the the floor. "The toilet is just behind that curtain dear." She said pointing to the curtain directly behind Jen.

Sara's mother then focused her attention on Sara who was still in dire need of a changing. She gathered up all of the necessary supplies and laid them on the change table beside Sara. Sara laid there in hopes that her cramps would go away quickly after she was changed. Sara's mother undid the tapes on Sara's diaper and let it fall open exposing the extreme mess within it. "Oh my." Sara's mother was quite surprised by the mess in her daughter's diaper. "You certainly are momma's little mess maker." Sara's mother said teasingly as she began to wipe the girl's bottom. It took a good 10 minutes for Sara to finally be cleaned up.

Once Sara was cleaned up, she was placed into another super thick diaper like she had for bedtime, just in case she had another runny accident. Sara's mother washed up and grabbed a thermometer out of the cabinets. After placing a cover on the probe, she placed the thermometer in Sara's mouth under her tongue. A few seconds later the thermometer beeped to indicate it was done. "102.1. It's a good thing you are seeing a doctor today sweetums." Sara's mother removed the cover and sanitized the probe with alcohol. She then placed a new cover on the probe and stood by the changing table waiting for Jen to come out.

[R682]

Jen... hadn't quite made it. She'd got behind the curtain, even located the toilet, and thrown herself in it's direction, only to be thwarted by, of all things, the closed toilet seat. Her hands were suddenly too weak and slippery to get a firm hold on it, and lifting them up from her body and attempting to focus her effort only served to trigger the bodily reaction that she had most feared. The result was, to put it lightly, indescribably disastrous. At least a diaper would have contained it. Instead, Jen found herself sitting, shuddering and shivering on a closed toilet seat, utterly coated and surrounded by her own filth. It was too much for her to handle, and she absolutely couldn't face coming back out and having it revealed what had happened. So instead, even the great confident Jen sat there in pasty weakness, still wondering if worse was to come, and silently crying.

[DiapeePrincessSara]

"Jen, is everything alright in there honey? I need to take your temperature as Sara has a fever. I want to make sure I keep you home today if you have a fever as well." Sara's mother said. She was quite worried about what may have happened. She waited patiently outside the curtain for another moment hoping for a reply.

Sara, on the other hand, was laying on the changing table starting to doze off, the only thing keeping her from fully falling back asleep was her severe cramping. Sara just wanted to try and sleep it off. Despite her best efforts, and even with the pacifier, nothing seemed to be working. On top of that, she felt like she was starving even though she'd eaten only a couple of hours prior. The combined unpleasant feelings caused Sara to begin crying again.