Becoming Miss Daisy’s Diapered Little Helper (An ABDL Novella)
(The following was first published on: Jan 30, 2020)
I slowly reached down, my hand trembling as I felt the outside of my pull-up. I pushed the urine-soaked padding against my pussy and shuddered.
I pulled my blanket away to inspect the damage. I could immediately smell the acrid scent of my wet diaper as I poked and prodded it with my hand. It was absolutely soaked.
But fortunately, it didn’t look like the pull-up had leaked onto my bed. The pull-ups apparently contained my humiliating accident.
I laid my head back down and let out a long, humiliated sigh of defeat and sadness.
I just couldn’t understand why this was happening!
And then I thought about what Miss Daisy was going to say… and a shudder went down my spine.
But then I realized something else…
My bladder let out a small ache. And I realized… I still had to pee. My bladder ached again. And I realized I had to pee quite badly!
I carefully climbed out of my bed and shuffled, bow-legged toward the bedroom door.
But when I tried to open it… it was still locked.
I began to feel a rising sense of panic as I realized I was trapped… and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold what felt like another torrent of urine I needed to release.
"Miss Daisy," I called out to the locked door. "Miss Daisy!?”
I waited for a response, praying that Miss Daisy was close enough to hear me and come get me.
But I heard nothing. And my need to pee seemed to be increasing by the second.
I began to pace the room in my pee-soaked pull-up, trying to calm my aching bladder and think of some solution. After all… I knew my pull-up likely couldn’t take another drop of my urine without leaking…
I called out to Miss Daisy again without any luck. Finally, it felt like all I could do was stand next to my bed, bouncing from foot to foot, trying to keep myself from losing control…
Finally, I reached a breaking point. Figured that since I'd already wet my pull-up a little, I might as well just let out a little bit to ease my bladder…
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I felt my urethra began to unclench, followed by a slow, warm trickle of my urine beginning to flow into my already soaked pull-up and pool around my genitals…
My bedroom door flung open, startling me nearly to death.
“Are you okay?” Miss Daisy asked, charging into the room.
The scare was just too much of a shock to my system. I completely lost control of my bladder… I closed my eyes, curled my toes, and felt my bladder completely release its contents.
I stood before Miss Daisy in a state of paralysis as a loud *hiss* rang out from my urine stream flowing into my saturated pull-up.
It didn’t take long for my urine to quickly overflow the pull-up and begin pouring out the sides of the diaper, down my legs, and onto the floor.
“Oh no dear, what are you doing?” Miss Daisy shouted as she watched me humiliate myself before her.
But I couldn’t stop. Instead, I just stood before her with my eyes closed, my body tense, as I continued helplessly emptying my bladder into my pull-up and onto the floor.
Miss Daisy finally jumped into action and ran to get a towel from the closet. She spread it out at my feet and pulled me by the wrist so I stepped onto the towel while I finished emptying my bladder.
Finally, my pee came to a stop, and I opened my eyes.
Miss Daisy was staring back at me. And she did not look happy. "Are you finally finished?” Miss Daisy asked.
“I think so,” I said. I then burst into tears again. “I’m so sorry Miss Daisy… I just… couldn’t hold it…”
Miss Daisy watched me cry for a few moments before finally rolling her eyes and sighing in her usual way. "What are we gonna do with you?” She said. "All right now, come on, let's go get you cleaned up.”
As she took me by the hand and led me out of the room in my dripping soaked pull-up, I was too ashamed to speak a word.
But to my surprise, Miss Daisy didn’t lead me to the bathroom, where I figured she was leading me.
Instead, she turned and led me to the next room over…
“Why are you bringing me in here?” I asked in a trembling voice.
“Because this is where we change dirty diapers, silly,” Miss Daisy said.
I was mortified as she led me to the diaper changing station, the one I had just stocked with supplies myself.
She then quickly lifted me up beneath my armpits and plopped me on the changing table. I wanted to die as I felt the soggy wet pull-up sploosh against my bottom and crotch.
"Miss Daisy, it's okay, I can clean myself up in the shower,” I begged.
Miss Daisy just tsk’d, as if I were a naughty toddler, and pushed me down onto the table. “Sorry dear, that’s not how Nanny changes wet diapers in this house.” My small stature allowed me to fit on the diaper changing table just fine, much to my chagrin.
My eyes then widened as I felt and heard the sound of Miss Daisy tearing away the sides of my pull-up diapers.
I then let out a squeal of shock as I felt Miss Daisy lift my legs into the air and pull the front of my pull-up away from my crotch.
“Eep!” I whined as I quickly moved my hands down to my crotch to cover my shame.
Miss Daisy just laughed and slapped my hands away.
“Uh oh, gotta keep those handsies up so Miss Daisy can clean the peepee mess you made down here,” she said in a sing-song tone.
“Miss Daisy, please!” I whined as she guided my hands up, making me feel utterly vulnerable beneath her strong arms and vigilant gaze.
“Don’t worry dear, I’ve changed countless little girls diapers before,” she said as she pulled the soaking wet pull-up diaper out from under my waist and dropped it in the diaper pale next to me with a big ‘splat’.
“Now you can keep those hands up yourself or I can keep them up for you,” she warned. I closed my eyes again, immediately reminded of my humiliating loss of control.
Miss Daisy then pulled out a tub of baby wipes and started to get to work cleaning my most intimate ‘areas’—pushing my feet up higher as she scrubbed my butt cheeks, waist, and crotch.
I felt utterly helpless and humiliated… although some part of me did have to admit that it felt good to get all the sticky urine I had been laying in cleaned off of my skin.
Then, Miss Daisy let one of my legs fall to the table so she could spread my legs out a bit further. She then took a new wipe and began scrubbing my pussy with it, making me squeal again. Then, I almost moaned as I felt her using her strong fingers to penetrate the folds of my labia.
“Tsk, tsk, we’re going to have to shave this pubic hair off soon. It’s just too much of a nuisance while I try to clean you,” she said, making me burn bright red at the mention of my untrimmed bush.
I then felt Miss Daisy slide her baby wipe covered fingers down to my butt crack and anus and begin to scrub hard around my butt hole. I have always been pretty sensitive down there, so I immediately started to get anxious as I felt her circling my anus with the baby wipe.
I then felt her begin to scrub my tight bottom hole with her wipe covered finger. I let out a small whimper and began to writhe in a mixture of deep submission and humiliation as I felt her stimulating my asshole… even penetrating it with the tip of her finger.
I finally lifted one of my hands to try and get her to stop, but she grabbed my wrist and held it above my head as she continued ‘cleaning me’ in my most embarrassing, sensitive region. I was mortified.
Finally, Miss Daisy lifted up the baby wipe and took a look at the brown stain on it.
“Well, it’s no surprise to see how much you don’t like having this nasty little bum of yours cleaned, given how dirty it is. Seriously, has anyone ever even taught you how to properly wipe your bottom after a poopy?”
I was speechless with humiliation.
“Well then,” miss Daisy said, rolling her eyes, “I guess that means no.”
As she tossed the baby wipes away, I was hoping she would finally let me get up and go shower off from this utterly humiliating experience.
But when I tried to sit up, Miss Daisy stopped me with the question I had come to learn to hate. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I thought… We were done…” I stammered.
Miss Daisy just let out a mean chuckle, and to my dismay, she pulled out a large bag of big, adult, white diapers from the closet.
“No, you’re not leaving this room until I put another diaper on that butt,” Miss Daisy said.
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
“Sorry dear, we have rules at my daycare center. One of the rules is that if you wet the bed at night, you wear diapers to bed at night. And another one of the rules is that if you wet yourself while not in bed during the day, you have to wear diapers while not in bed, during the day!"
Miss Daisy pulled one of the large, white, adult diapers out from the package. It was extra thick and puffy looking, like a baby diaper, but clearly large enough to fit me. She then began to unfold it before my eyes.
“I’m just glad that I still have these adult diapers leftover from when I had an elderly resident staying with me for a few weeks. They are extra-thick, made especially for heavy nighttime wetters, but given how much of a puddle you made on the floor the next room over, I suppose it’s better safe than sorry,” she said with a laugh.
“Miss Daisy, please!” I begged, “You don’t need to put me in a diaper. The only reason I had that accident is because the door was locked when I had to go pee!”
“Little girl. If your bladder control really is that poor, I better put you in a diaper just to be safe. If you can prove to me that you don’t need them, then maybe I’ll take you out of diapers when you’re ready. But there’s no way I’m risking another mess like the one you made this morning. I hired you to help me clean the place and take care of it. Not leave pee stains everywhere.”
I burned bright red as I realized her point was legitimate. Even though I had never lost control of my bladder like I had that morning before, from her perspective, it did make sense for her to think that I couldn’t control my bladder.
I closed my eyes and tried to disassociate as Miss Daisy pushed me back down onto the diaper changing table, unfolded the large crinkly diaper beneath me, and pulled it up around my waist.
She then lowered my legs to the table, took out a container of baby powder, and began to douse my entire crotch and thigh area.
The overwhelming scent of the baby powder transported me to an earlier era in my life, an era defined by the humiliation of being dependent on someone else to get your diaper changed after a mess, and needing the fragrance of baby powder specifically to cover up the humiliating reality that you pee and poop your pants.
I wanted to practically die as I felt Miss Daisy pulling up the puffy white diaper between my legs, pulling it around my waist, and attaching the tapes.
She then helped me sit up and I immediately cringed as I heard the crinkle of the humiliating garment and felt the thick padding between my legs.
“Well then, it looks like it’s a perfect fit! It looks like these will do nicely after all,” she said, slipping her finger around my waist and between my legs.
“Now,” she said, wiping the baby powder from her hands, “My clock says that you’re late for work. So let’s get you downstairs for some breakfast so you can start your day,” Miss Daisy said as she pulled me to my feet.
I felt my whole body burning crimson as she pulled me toward the door of the nursery, my legs waddling from the thick diaper.
I wanted to curl into a ball and hide from my utter humiliation. I couldn’t imagine actually starting to work like this.
And it was only as we passed the other bedroom down the hall that I realized…
“Wait, what about my clothes?” I asked.
“Oh right,” Miss Daisy said. “Sorry dear, everything’s still in the wash.”
“But I can’t walk around without a shirt or pants,” I said, my cheeks burning bright red.
“Oh come now, of course you can,” Miss Daisy said. “A lot of my kids who still wear diapers run around without pants. Besides, it makes it easier for me to check if your diaper’s wet, anyway. Lord knows you’re prone to leaking,” she snickered.
“Please, I can’t, don’t do this to me!” I begged, stopping and pulling away.
Miss Daisy paused, turned around, folded her arms and frowned. “Do *what* to you, dear?” She asked with her arms folded.
“Don’t make me work in just a diaper. I can’t…”
“Because… I’m not a baby! The diaper is bad enough. I feel so naked! And humiliated!” I whined, tears in my eyes.
Miss Daisy stared at me. “Well, let’s see… I believed my self to be acting in a way that was exceedingly generous to you, little girl, as I’ve been giving you my supplies, services and expertise free of charge to help you with your embarrassing, unsanitary little problem while you work with me. But if you’d prefer to quit, you may pack your things and go back to living in your car,” she declared.
Her words felt like a sucker punch. I suddenly realized what she was saying.
“Wait… Miss Daisy… I wasn’t trying…”
“No dear, it’s okay,” Miss Daisy said, pointing back toward my room. “If you’re going to take my generosity for granted, it might be better for you to just leave now.”
I slowly turned to go back to my room. And with every step, I realized that in those few short moments. I had just lost my job, food, and a roof over my head… all at once.
I turned back to Miss Daisy with hurt in my eyes, only to find her coldly checking her watch. “I’ll give you a couple of minutes to pack your things while I wait downstairs for you in the kitchen,” she said, walking away.
A feeling of emptiness and regret washed over me as I watched Miss Daisy turn away.
I shuffled back into my bedroom, and as I wriggled and pulled my diaper off, instead of feeling liberated, I strangely felt…
I stared at the baby powder covered diaper on the floor, with waves of regret coming over me.
*Maybe Miss Daisy was right*, I thought to myself. *Maybe I was being the jerk here. After all, I did pee myself in front of her. Maybe she **was** just trying to do what was necessary to look after her house… and look after me.*
I sat on the bed and immediately began to sob. As humiliating as it was to be put in a diaper… I didn’t want to be homeless again.
I was suddenly filled with shame and regret about ruining the opportunity Miss Daisy had given me and taking it for granted… all because I selfishly felt embarrassed about her diapering me after I made a mess.
I tried to start packing my things, but it was all too overwhelming. Instead, I just collapsed on the bed, sobbing and sobbing.
I lost track of time, until some minutes later, there was a knock on the door, startling me.
It was Miss Daisy, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. “Well, young lady? Why are you still in my home? You’ve been dismissed from your duties, remember?” She said.
I looked up with tearful eyes, covering my naked crotch, and began bawling.
“Please Miss Daisy!” I squealed. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have argued with you. Just please don’t kick me out! I promise I’ll be better from now on!”
Miss Daisy walked closer to me, folded her arms, looked down at me with her intimidating, powerful eyes. “Oh really? I’m supposed to believe that after the way you just behaved with me? Not to mention the way you just discarded the diaper that I not only paid for, but attentively put you in just minutes ago?”
“Please, Miss Daisy! I’ll do anything! Just please don’t kick me out!” I begged. “I promise, whatever you want, I’ll be extra good, I’ll work extra hard, I’ll even wear a diaper if you need me to, just please give me another chance!” I could hardly see, I was sobbing so hard.
Miss Daisy continued to stare down at me with her penetrating eyes. Until finally… she let out a long sigh and softened.
She sat down next to me and put her warm arm around me. “Okay, okay, there, there, sweetie. It’s okay. Nanny understands.”
“You do?” I asked, sniffling.
“Yes, I do,” Miss Daisy said. “I know how hard it can be when you’re just a little girl like you are. And your little brain is still developing, and you can’t control your peepees or clean up properly after your poopoos, but you want to feel like a big girl, so you act out when Nanny is trying to help you.”
I nodded, both deeply humiliated by the way she was talking about me like a toddler, but also somewhat relieved that she seemed to be coming around.
“Here’s what I think we can do if you’d like to give this another try,” Miss Daisy said. “Why don’t you spend the day getting to work, and tonight we’ll have another meeting to make sure we iron out any issues so you can continue to stay here in a way that works for both of us. And in the meantime, I’ll do what I can to help you start potty-training so you can wear big girl panties again.”
“Really?” I asked, wiping my snot on my hand.
“Really,” she said, giving me a tender squeeze.
“Okay, Miss Daisy,” I said in a sheepish tone. “Thank you.”
Miss Daisy smiled and gave me a kiss on the head, making me feel warm and special inside.
She then got to her feet and picked up the diaper I had discarded. “Now then, ready to be a good girl and keep your diapees on for Miss Daisy?” She asked.
“Okaaaay,” I said, relenting.
My face burned bright red as I laid back on my bed. Miss Daisy came over, untaped the diaper, and reapplied it to my waist.
She gave my thickly diapered crotch a tender pat and helped me sit up.
“There you go, all better. Let’s go downstairs and get you started for the day,” she said, helping me to my feet.
“Yes Miss Daisy,” I said, my cheeks still red hot.
I was deeply embarrassed by the thick diaper I was wearing between my legs, and the fact that I apparently wasn’t allowed to wear anything over it made it about ten times worse.
But also, strangely, the diaper now felt like a symbol of safety and comfort. Miss Daisy’s babying of me made me feel helpless, pathetic, small, and utterly humiliated on every level…
But the thick, white, crinkly, bulky, warm, cottony diaper around my crotch also meant that I was safe and that I was cared for.
As I followed Miss Daisy down to the kitchen, I reasoned that if the humiliation of wearing a diaper was the cost of shelter… it was a price I guess I just had to pay.
And as I ate a breakfast bagel that Miss Daisy had prepared for me… and got to work continuing to clean the childish playroom wearing only a diaper… I decided that maybe things weren’t so bad after all.
After all… it’s not like I actually had to *use* the diaper I was wearing. It’s not like I was *actually* being treated like a baby.
Of course, I had no idea then that my humiliating ordeal was just getting started…
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