She knew there were only a few pages left and she was trying to get as comfortable as possible before her nap. She had already shifted from her back to her side, her other side, and now her tummy. Every time she tried a new position her diaper rustled softly on the sheets, the under layer crinkling louder in return. Finding the right position wasn't as important has letting the pressure in her gut and bottom out, though, but it would be helpful.

"You're squirmy today," Mommy said in between pages.

"I wanna get comfy," Camille muttered and grasped her arms together in front of her and tucked her bare legs and knees under her body, butt slightly raised in the air. She smiled to herself when she realized she was in a modified child's pose. It was almost too on point.

As Mommy read the concluding they all lived happily ever after, Camille let herself start to relax the tension that had been building in her.

Her insides knew exactly what to do and everything shifted in to place. With her bottom slightly raised she gave a little push and a thick log began its way out of her. She didn't even need to work for it, she just merely gave her body permission to let it come. It was just firm enough to give some resistance to the back of her diaper before balling up and settling. Camille gave one more small push and a small, softer piece came out. She could feel it spread over the lump already in her pull-up. A trickle of pee escaped her too and got wicked away by the thick padding. The heaviness was now spread from the back to the middle, it was warm and felt indescribably good.

She straightened her legs out with a sigh. Her bottom dropped with another rustle of the sheets and she burrowed back into the pillows, her task accomplished. She looked up at Mommy with a sleepy smile and eyes large with relief and pleasure.

Mommy looked back at her with fondly, slightly biting her bottom lip. She knew what the answer would be but asked anyway. "Want me to change you?"

"No, now I'm comfy!" Camille exclaimed. She reached for her stuffed fox and brought the pacifier clipped to her shirt up to her mouth.

Sleeping with a fresh messy diaper was exactly what she needed. Her mess was pushing all the right buttons in her erogenous zone. The pressure of it bellow her bottom and between her legs, the warmth, the arousal of doing something so gross but also endearing in front of her Mommy. She was only little, she couldn't help it. It was almost too much to bear, she had to do something with this feeling. Without even thinking about it she flexed her hips into the mattress.

"Hey now, none of that. You can sleep in a yucky diaper but you know you're not allowed to do that without me. It's nap time now, sweetie." Mommy brushed a few hairs away from Camille's face and was met with a tremendous pout.

"When I wake up? Please?"

"Let me think about it. Try and stay on your belly, ok? Here, I'll slide the mat under you for extra protection, up-up".

Mommy smoothed the corners of the changing mat straight under Camille. Camille's breathing was already evening out and her eyes were starting to droop. Mommy rubbed her between the shoulder blades for a few minutes before standing up and flicking on the nightlight.

"Have a good sleep, baby. Love you."