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and the Stomach Flu
Caroline was not happy. She
had come down with a nasty case of the stomach flu,
essentially confining her to her house. Caroline had
been plagued by bouts of diarrhea for two days now. Her
mother had decided to keep her in cloth diapers 24/7, as
they had much more capacity than the disposables
Caroline normally wore during the day. Had she been
wearing her disposables, Caroline would be making hourly
trips to the changing table. Right now she was wearing
two heavily soiled cloth diapers with a pair of plastic
pants over top. Along with a tank top this was all that
Caroline was wearing. She sucked absent mindedly on a
bottle of cold water. Her mother wanted to keep her well
hydrated, but the constant bottles ensured Caroline’s
diapers were just as heavily soaked as they were messed.
Finishing her bottle,
Caroline sat up. She had been lying on her couch,
watching TV. There wasn’t much else to do, but at least
her mother had turned the air conditioning on. Without
it the house would be filled with the unbearable stench
of Caroline’s dirty diapers.
Caroline was bored with the
TV, so she decided to go find her mother. Rolling off
the couch, Caroline started to crawl out of the living
room. She had trouble walking in just one cloth diaper,
let alone two messy ones. Her big messy bottom squished
as she moved across the carpeted floor towards the
kitchen. Arriving at the kitchen, Caroline looked up and
saw her mother washing fruit.
“Mommy, my bottle is empty.
Could you make me another?” Caroline asked. In her sick
state Caroline was acting even more like a baby than she
normally did. Her mother did almost everything for her.
“Of course, honey. How are
you feeling?” Caroline could swear that her mother asked
her that same question once every ten minutes.
“The same as before. My
stomach will hurt and then I’ll use my diapers and I’ll
feel better for a while. Then it starts over again.”
Caroline answered, mildly annoyed. She knew her mother
just wanted her to feel better, but did she have to be
so nagging about it?
“I’ll make you another
bottle. It’s important to keep hydrated; you’ll get
better more quickly that way. Do you want anything to
“Maybe some toast. I don’t
have much of an appetite.” Caroline hadn’t been eating
much for the past few days. After all, whatever she ate
just caused her to make extra messy diapers. Her mother
made the toast, filled the bottle with water, and even
carried it back into the den for Caroline, who crawled
behind her. Setting up a folding table, Caroline’s
mother placed the bare bones meal down and helped
Caroline back up onto the couch.
“Do you need to be changed,
honey?” her mother asked. Normally a diaper this messy
would have been changed hours ago, but if Caroline went
by her normal changes she would be on the table all day.
Her mother had resorted to using extra baby oil and
powder to prevent rashes.
“In a little bit. I think
these can hold some more.” Caroline responded. While she
normally enjoyed being messy, this flu was pushing her
tolerance of loaded diapers. Caroline lay down to watch
TV and eat her toast. She flipped through countless
channels; nothing was really on that interested her. In
the end she decided to alternate between a scuba diving
special, an old action movie, and a cooking show.
Caroline grunted as more mess squirted into her diapers.
Reaching a hand to feel her bulging bottom, Caroline
could tell she would need to be changed soon. But not
quite yet. She refocused on the scuba divers on the
screen exploring a coral reef. Caroline was absent
mindedly sucking her bottle when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” her mother
yelled, followed shortly by, “Caroline, it’s for you!”
Caroline dragged herself off
the couch and crawled to the front door. Turning a
corner, she could see that it was her friend Anne,
dressed as usual in her muted clothes. Anne’s nose
wrinkled when Caroline got near; although her friends
were used to diaper smells, this was a special occasion.
Caroline’s mother helped her up so she could stand and
talk to Anne. Caroline braced herself against the door
frame in order to counteract the effect of her thick
“Hey DG” said Anne, still
wrinkling her nose and trying to be polite about it.
“It’s okay, you can tell me I
stink” said Caroline. She had always been fine with her
friends teasing about her diapers.
“I wasn’t gonna say anything,
but boy do you stink! This is worse than that one time
in math class” Anne hand had shot up to pinch her
nostrils closed, all pretenses of politeness forgotten.
“Ha ha, thanks for reminding
me. I feel bad for the janitor who had to clean that up”
replied Caroline, reminiscing about the incident from
“So what’s up? None of us has
seen you in a few days, we were wondering if you were
still alive” Anne had a genuine look of concern on her
face. Despite their jokes, Caroline knew her friends
truly cared about her.
“I’m fine, just a bad case of
stomach flu. I should be back to normal in a few days.
Until then its thick diapers and rest” Caroline
emphasized ‘thick diapers’ with a pat on her bottom.
“That’s too bad, we all
wanted to hang out today. Robbie is having everyone
over” Anne said apologetically.
“Believe me, there’s nothing
I’d like to do more than to come with you, but I think I
would just stink the place up. I’ll be back to normal in
a few days” Caroline said.
“Feel better soon” Anne
wished her earnestly.
“I’ll try my hardest. Say hi
to everyone for me.”
“I will. See you later” Anne
said before turning and leaving.
“Bye bye” Caroline called
after her. As she watched Anne walk down the street,
enjoying the freedom denied to her, Caroline felt a
sharp cramp in her stomach. She braced herself against
the doorframe with both hands and hunched over as a
warm, mushy load fell into her diaper. Caroline’s nose
was assaulted with a new wave of stinky aromas wafting
from her rear. She turned away from the doorway and took
a few ungainly steps before the bulging diaper forced
her off her feet. Losing her balance, Caroline fell on
her massive bum with a squished, forcing her new mess
all over her skin inside the diaper. Instead of crawling
away, Caroline sat in her mess for a moment before
“Mom! I think I need to be
changed!” Her mother entered the foyer after a moment
and surveyed Caroline’s state. She reached behind and
felt the seat of the diaper, confirming Caroline’s
earlier assertion. Helping her daughter to her feet, she
led Caroline to the changing table. Peeling away the
thick diapers, even Caroline’s mother, with her years of
experience changing diapers, had to hold her nose.
“Pee-you, you are one stinky
girl. I’m going to have to use an entire box of wipes to
clean this mess up” Caroline’s mother said only
half-jokingly. She got to work cleaning Caroline’s dirty
posterior. After what seemed like an eternity of wiping
and powdering, Caroline was finally pinned into a fresh
set of cloth diapers.
“Lift your legs honey”
Caroline’s mother commanded. As Caroline lifted her
legs, her mother slid the translucent pink plastic
panties up around the diaper.
“All safe and secure. Those
diapers will stand up to another few hours of your BMs”
Caroline’s mother helped her off the changing table and
gave her a soft pat on her big diapered bottom, causing
the plastic panties to crinkle.
“Are you hungry at all?” her
“I suppose. I’m kinda tired.
You could almost say I’m pooped” Caroline and her mother
exchanged a smile at the joke.
“Not quite yet” said her
mother, feeling Caroline’s diapered bum. “What would you
like to eat? Do you think your stomach can handle much?”
“No, I think I’ll stick to
the bland food for now” Caroline responded. She crawled
after her mother into the kitchen. Her mother handed her
a bottle, which she greedily sucked on, dehydrated from
her sickness. Soon Caroline’s mother had some toast for
her, and Caroline was helped up into her high chair.
Feeling tired, Caroline allowed her mother to steer the
toast into her mouth. Finishing the meal, Caroline got
down from the high chair and was handed another bottle.
“Mommy, I’m sleepy” Caroline
“Okay sweetie, let’s put you
down for a nap. But before we do that, you have to take
some medicine to help your tummy” her mother said.
“Yuck, I don’t like medicine”
Caroline was cranky from her fatigue and illness, and
was acting more along the lines of how she dressed.
“I got the cherry flavored
medicine. It’ll taste yummy and make you feel all
better.” Adjusting her speech, Caroline’s mother was now
addressing her daughter like a toddler.
“Okay Mommy. I’ll take some
of that and then I’ll take my nap.” Caroline crawled
after her mother, who fetched the cherry flavored
medicine from the cupboard. Measuring out the right
amount, her mother placed it upon her lips while
Caroline swallowed it down.
“I bet you feel better
already. Why don’t you go into your nursery while I make
you a bottle to nurse on while you fall asleep” Caroline
crawled obediently into her room while her mother filled
a bottle with cold water. The medicine would help, but
it was hydration that would cure Caroline. Sighing at
the thought of the extra drenched diapers in their near
future, Caroline’s mother walked into the room and
lowered the side of the crib. Caroline struggled to get
in, handicapped as she was with the thick bulk around
her waist. Her mother helped her in and handed the
bottle to her. Caroline started sucking happily while
her mother tucked her in.
“Okay sweetheart, have a good
nap. Sweet dreams, and don’t let the bed bugs bite”
Caroline’s mother said, leaving the room and turning off
“Tank you” Caroline replied,
her mouth partially filled with the nipple of the
bottle. She continued to suckle on the bottle, enjoying
the cold stream of water flowing down her throat as a
simultaneous stream made its way into her diapers. Her
diapers warm and wet, Caroline could already feel the
medicine begin to work. She wasn’t through with her
extra messy diapers, not yet at least, but the worst was
over. Caroline smiled contentedly as she slipped into
Caroline and her friends
will return in ‘Diaper Girl and the Rainy Day’
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