Bedtime
Sitting on the sofa, lying back as cartoons played, Nessa rubbed her paws over her tummy. It was an unfamiliar feeling, having a tummy this big and squishy. Nessa hadn’t been too small before, she was pretty average weight, but her plushy tummy was truly reflecting the enormous meal she had gorged herself on.
Wonderful new tastes she had never been able to full appreciate. As it turned out, removing the ability to properly “chew” and “swallow” food in a more traditional manner somehow led to opening up a lot more exciting culinary paths to explore.
Claire, who had been unaware of the depth of restrictions the girl had lived with, had cooked a lot of different taster-sized dishes without realizing it. The island was of the kitchen was full of various plates and meals, all with the idea of getting a taste for what things Nessa would like. A variety platter, for her little girl.
Nessa didn’t want to disappoint Claire, so picked a dish she knew she could kind of tolerate and said they can start there and work their way up. Claire sat Nessa in her lap, and started to hold bits and pieces up to feed her.
The girl completely devoured it all in no time. All the horrid aspects of the texture of the food that made her fear it so were gone - all that remained was the taste she previously could not fully appreciate due to the stress and fear eating such a dish previously caused her.
Pandora’s box was opened, and soon Nessa was being fed all sorts of different meals. The only ones she actually turned down were those with eggs and tomato as any sort of key part, making clear to Claire the specifics of why she finds them so unpleasant. She was on cloud nine.
Her hours-long post-feast bliss was only able to finally be broken by a sound that erupted from her maw. A lovely big “Yawn!”, which caused Claire to look over at her, eyeing the girl.
“Is Nessa tired?” Claire asked. “Maybe Nessa should go to bed?”
“Right now Nessa is tired, yes. She’s kinda sleepy. Does Nanny think she should go to bed?”
“Yes, Nanny does.”
“Well, Nanny knows best, doesn’t she?”
Standing up hastily, Claire’s tail twitched with excitement as her eyes made no attempt to hide her joy. “Yes, Nanny does!”
“Then how about this: Nanny will be in charge of Nessa’s bedtimes from now on? Getting her ready, getting her dressed, y’know, just whatever.” Nessa said, leaning on the arm of the sofa and scrolling on her phone mindlessly.
“Truly?”
“Truly. You can sit back down, Claire, you don’t need to go anywhere just yet.”
Lifting Nessa up off the couch and clicking off the TV with her free paw, Claire carried the girl on her hip, towards the stairs. “Nonsense, today was a very tiring day for little Nessa, and Nanny is in charge of bedtimes.”
“Yah, but it’s only, like, nine.”
“Long enough for Nessa’s little body to process all her food, so she should be fine to be brought to bed!”
Too tired and comfortable to argue, Nessa shrugged. “Well, alright, but I hope you aren’t thinking of giving me a bedtime this early, going forward.”
“Nonsense, dear. Nanny wouldn’t dream of it, not on a week night.” Claire said, entering Nessa’s room. Rolling her eyes at this comment, Nessa sat on the bed where Claire left her, starting to tug at the shoulders of her shortalls, struggling to make them go anywhere. After a few tries she realized that they had, at some point, become sewn to her shirt.
Claire came over almost immediately, already having picked out out the Pyjamas she was going to put the girl in, and set them down. Immediately, before Nessa could ask, Claire’s paws were on her shoulders and glowing, and the stitching had come undone.
“Claire, why did you stick those together? I can’t undress myself like that.”
Without missing a beat, still undressing the girl, Claire replied. “Because little girls shouldn’t undress themselves.”
“Okay, but I’m your little girl, not a little girl.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, because I can dress myself.”
“Yah, but Nanny doesn’t want you to.”
“Okay, but I’m supposed to still be an adult. That means I should be able to dress myself, even if Nanny doesn’t want me to.”
“But why?”
“Because I need to be able to do things for myself!”
“But why?”
“Because I have autonomy and with that comes responsibility?”
“But why do you need either of those in the first place if all they’ve done so far is bring you stress?”
“Because…” Nessa started, but found herself stumped.
Glowing all over, Claire tossed the last of Nessa’s clothes in the laundry basket, having set the bandana on the nearby dresser. “Sweetie, you aren’t the only one who can ask a lot of questions. Nanny has plenty of her own and she thinks her special little girl should think the ones she just asked over, going forward.”
Nessa blushed and sat where Claire had set her down, pulling her plush legs up onto the bed and hugging them. “That’s cheating.”
“All’s fair in love and nannying, darling.” Claire said, with a chuckle, before gently pushing Nessa back. She lifted one of the diapers from earlier, from the night-time pack, and started to unfold it.
Seeing this, Nessa tried to object once more. “Wait, I don’t need that. The pullups were fine, and comfy, but there’s no reason to put me in that.”
“Nanny disagrees. All that food? Nessa will need it. Nanny made sure!” Claire said, sliding it under Nessa’s bum. The diaper didn’t look like it would fit, currently.
[“Well, I don’t want it!”
“Too bad, Nanny wants it.” Claire said, paws starting to glow.
“Well, I don’t! So, don’t put me in a diaper!”
Paws slowly stopping their glow, Claire knelt beside the bed, near Nessa’s head. “Darling, I want to put you in a diaper, and you told me to do what I want. Besides…” Moving closed Claire got real close to Nessa’s large, soft ears, and kissed her forehead. “Nanny knows how to use a computer. Nessa doesn’t have a password on hers.”
Nessa blushed such a bright red, and Claire lay with her for a moment while rubbing the girl’s tummy gently. Once she was sure she was calmed down enough, Claire stood up and returned her glowing paws to the girl’s diaper, pushing her legs apart nonchalantly.
First the diaper was converted to cloth copy, remaining the same size. Then Claire scaled it up so it would fit the girl perfectly, more than doubling the dimensions. Next she had the diaper puff up even more, tripling its thickness over the course of a couple minutes, becoming increasingly soft and plush. The super absorbent polymers converted into a large piece of absorbent towelling with a soft, fleecy feel, while bulging out even thicker from between her legs than the regular underwear had.
Adjusting the positioning of the freshly-converted diaper under Nessa’s bottom, Claire pulled the front up. Ensuring the sides fit snugly over Nessa’s hips caused the small of Nessa’s back, as well as her belly button, to be completely covered. Claire’s paws continued to glow as she pressed the tapes in place, them sewing themselves to the front of the diaper, secure in place.
One paw on the front of the diaper, and one on the rear, Claire’s work wasn’t done yet. She molded the shape of the cloth, manipulating it to perfectly fit to the girl’s partially plush body, and poof out in all the places she found cutest. Infusing it with varying degrees of the form-fitting qualities memory foam has, Claire made sure that even as the girl shifted and moved, the absorbent cloth inside would always remain as comfortable and snug against her as it could.
Once done, she lifted Nessa up, admiring her work. The girl, who had objected so much prior, was doing all she could to hide her blushing, as well as the smile that had gradually crept its way onto her face. It wasn’t much, but she was trying! Claire then pulled the PJs she had selected for tonight onto her.
“Oh you are such a little dear!” Claire said, smiling at the girl in front of her in a dress-style night gown. A night gown which stopped just below the bottom of her diaper, not doing a thing to cover it up.
“Do I really look… cute?”
“Adorable!”
“I’m not a fan of night gowns…”
“Well, Nanny is, but if you’re good for her then we can find some things you do like, and take turns.”
“Hmm… okay, deal…” Nessa trailed off, her paws feeling the soft gown.
With that, Claire lifted Nessa up, and lay down on the bed, causing it to groan slightly. Cuddling the girl up on her chest, Claire wrapped an arm around Nessa’s back, supporting her bum with a large paw on it, holding her snugly in place.
“Nini… Claire…” Nessa said, kissing her on the cheek.
“Nighty night, little Nessa.” Claire responded, licking the top of her head with her soft, plushy tongue, again.