Rosalina's Upbringing (Part 7)

*A few hours later*

The sun was beginning to set behind the hills of the Mushroom Kingdom, and what little daylight left shone on a large castle that was in the centre of the city. Inside the castle walls – not too far from the main courtyard – sat a small cottage; it was a guest house for visitors. Inside this house, Peach and Daisy were getting ready to head back to Rosalina’s home for a fun-filled weekend. Peach was busy in one of the bedrooms, going through the pile of clothes that she had packed away into a suitcase to take with her; there was still a part of her attire that needed addressing.

“What do I wear with this?” Peach muttered as she stood staring at the bed, which had various shirts, dresses, pants, and other articles of clothing scattered across it. Peach was currently wearing a purple blouse with long, open sleeves and a wide bottom that reached just past her waist – barely covering up the thick diaper she was also wearing. “Rosalina’s house was a little drafty, so I think pants would be better than a skirt,” she commented; “the question is – what will actually fit over my diaper?” Several factors were starting to make Peach a little impatient; it was already nearing 7pm, she had to re-pack all of these clothes...and she needed to pee (badly).

Peach kept sifting through the pile in hopes of finding something, with her bladder nagging every step of the way. Her whole body started to quiver as she became more desperate.

I’ll just find something that looks good, and then rush into the bathroom so I can finally relieve myself. Hmm...maybe I should just wet myself and get it over with – actually, that sounds really nice right now – NO! I can’t! That’s not right!

Finally, after debating with her brain over a bathroom break, Peach finally found some pants that looked they would fit. They were black leggings made of a snug (but stretchy) fabric; surely these would fit over her diaper – and even cover it up until they got to Rosalina’s place! “Hmm...will these even fit?” she pondered, but her train of thought was interrupted. Peach’s entire body started to tremble – her bladder wasn’t waiting around anymore, she needed to pee now. A warm patch started forming in Peach’s diaper; she grabbed the pants in one hand and jammed both of her hands into her crotch.

“Ahhh! They’ll do, they’ll do!” she said, as she was desperately trying to prevent wetting herself. Peach waddled over to the bathroom connected to the bedroom as fast as she could manage; once inside, she slammed the door behind her. The toilet was mere feet away, but at this point it might as well have been a mile. Peach slowly walked toward the toilet, trying her best not to wet her diaper any more. “C’mon, just a little more...” she pleaded to her bladder. She finally reached the toilet, and in all of her excitement she plopped down hard on the seat; “now to get this diaper off!” she said.

Before Peach even began to undo the tapes, however, a blank stare washed over her face. The force of her bottom landing on the seat was enough to ‘open the floodgates’, as it were. Peach’s desperation quickly became a calm sort of bliss; she needed to pee so badly that by this point, going in her diaper wasn’t a big deal anymore. The warm patch that started in the front soon flowed down the bottom and up the back of Peach’s thick diaper. Peach sighed in relief when it all finally ended; “ah, much better!” she said.

Peach stood up and looked down at where she sat, “well, I didn’t leak onto the seat cover at all.” After saying this, Peach decided to check herself – just to be sure. She ran her hand across the soft padding; to Peach’s astonishment, her diaper still felt dry. “I peed so much, though!” Peach exclaimed. She looked up and saw a mirror across from her above the sink, and actually got a better look at how big this diaper actually was. She chuckled, “well, no wonder; with something this bulky I could probably keep it on for a full day without changing.”

This feels kind of good, actually...

Peach’s little space-out was snapped by a sudden knocking on the bathroom door. “Peach, are you ready yet? We’re running late!” Daisy said from the other side of the door. Peach was a little startled by the loud rapping, but managed to reply “uh, yeah – be right out!” Daisy answered again “no problem! By the way, do you want me to put all of this stuff back into your suitcase, or do you still need something?”

“Go right ahead, Daisy; I’m just double-checking something, but I’m ready otherwise.” The lack of another response told Peach that Daisy had already begun re-packing her things. Peach grabbed the black pants she had brought in with her and started to put them on. Things felt a little snug once she started pulling them over the bulky diaper, but once them up to her waist, the issue had solved itself – the pants fit quite nicely, despite all the extra ‘padding’. Peach was happy with her choice, and opened the bathroom door to greet Daisy, who was busy putting the luggage back in order.

“Sorry about that, I was just making sure these pants fit okay,” Peach said. Daisy put the last of Peach’s clothes back in the suitcase and closed it up; she lifted it off the bed and handed to Peach and smiled, “here you go!” Daisy got a look at Peach’s outfit and commented, “found something to hide your diaper pretty well, I see.” “Oh yeah, it’s a bit form-fitting, so it’s pressing all the bulk right up against my skin – feels really nice, actually,” Peach replied. Daisy chuckled and said “looks like it – by the way, how do I look?”

Peach studied Daisy’s attire. She was wearing a long-sleeved, orange t-shirt; with a light brown vest over top of it. Daisy also had on a pleated beige miniskirt. Her outfit was rounded out with some long, black stockings that reached up to Daisy’s thighs. “You look great!” Peach said, then added “the skirt’s a little different for you, though. Besides, won’t be a bit easy to see your diaper?” Daisy brushed it off, “no big deal; everything’s already packed up besides your bag, so we’re just hopping in the car and going straight to Rosie’s place – no one will see.” She started heading towards the bedroom door; “now c’mon, we’re gonna be late!”

Peach and Daisy left the room and walked down the nearby stairs; Peach was still a little worried about Daisy’s choice. “I don’t know, Daisy; it just seems a little crazy to wear something like that over your diaper.” “Peach, relax; this isn’t the first time I’ve had my diaper a little exposed. Besides, you keep saying that I should dress a little more ‘feminine’, so you should be happy to see me wearing this.” Peach replied, “it really does suit you, I must say.” As they got to the front door, Daisy turned to look at Peach, “you think so?”

Peach opened the door and the two walked outside towards Daisy’s car. “Of course!” she said to Daisy, “the skirt goes great with your vest, and I just love those stockings that you have on!” “Thanks! I still think I’m ages away from wearing some super-frilly thing – that’s not my regular dress – but I’m starting to enjoy skirts more,” Daisy answered. Peach and Daisy arrived at Daisy’s car; it was a compact, yellow sports car – it still looked brand new. Daisy walked to the driver’s side and unlocked the door; she popped the trunk once in the seat and waited for Peach to put her suitcase in the back. Peach walked to the back of the car and placed her luggage in the trunk right next to Daisy’s bag. She closed the trunk; “all good!” Peach called from the back.

Peach walked around the other side to the passenger’s side; she opened the door and slid into the car seat. She grabbed the seat belt and fastened herself in; as she turned to find the lock, Peach noticed Daisy stepping into the driver’s seat. Daisy lowered herself onto the seat facing away from Peach; as she was doing this, Peach couldn’t help but catch a clear view of the diaper underneath Daisy’s short skirt. It looks more wet than before, Peach thought; the mere sight of Daisy wearing such a thick diaper, again, made Peach laugh slightly. Once Daisy spun around to face the windshield and fasten herself in, she quickly noticed Peach laughing.

“What’s up?” Daisy queried. Peach stopped laughing for a moment, “nothing; I’m still getting used to the sight of you wearing diapers. It’s kind of adorable!” Daisy was a little surprised; she smiled and her face turned a little red, “...I guess it is.” Peach could tell that Daisy was still a little embarrassed about being called ‘adorable’ or ‘cute’, so she decided to lighten the mood a bit. Daisy started the car, and the two began to drive away from Peach’s castle.

As the castle began to disappear in the distance, Peach broke the semi-awkward silence; “I have to say, I really wasn’t expecting to feel so comfy in a diaper – or wearing one right now, for that matter.” Daisy laughed, “I had a feeling you’d take to them. I only wish I had thought to introduce you to them sooner!” Peach placed her hands on her lap and pressed them into the soft padding; “yeah, just feels so nice!” Peach kept her hands in her lap and started to feel the wetness from before, “...even if it is a little wet.”

Daisy smiled, “I thought that’s what you were doing in the bathroom.” While Daisy kept an eye on the straight road, she asked Peach, “so...was it on purpose?” “No, it was an accident, I swear!” Peach defended, almost in a joking fashion. Peach slumped back in her seat and sighed, “I waited a little too long to use the toilet, and when I got there I couldn’t get my diaper off fast enough.”

Peach looked at Daisy, who was still focusing on driving; “you alright? You look worried.” Daisy replied, “well, it’s just that you seem to be waiting too long an awful lot.” “...What do you mean, Daisy?” Peach asked. Daisy continued, “I just think that you hold your bladder like that too much sometimes. It’s not exactly a healthy habit to have – you could really do some damage to yourself if you’re not careful.”

Peach took a moment to think about Daisy’s response; she definitely saw some truth in it, but really didn’t think it was that big of an issue. She sighed, “you’re right; it’s just so routine for me, though. I’m so busy during an average day, I feel like I barely have time to excuse myself. Well, that, and the numerous kidnappings – Bowser doesn’t exactly let prisoners have basic necessities.” Daisy nodded in understanding, “that’s reasonable. All I’d suggest – especially for this weekend – is to relax that a little.”

“Relax a little?” Peach wondered; “what do you mean?” Daisy replied, “I mean that if you need to go, don’t be hesitant about it – just wet yourself.” Peach blushed a little; she then asked Daisy another question, “how often do you use your diaper, Daisy?” Now Daisy was the one hesitating, “well...a lot.” Peach smiled a little, “so what does that mean, exactly?” Daisy was clearly a little embarrassed discussing the matter; “when I have to pee, I just wet my diaper most of the time. I’ve just gotten so used to it since that bout with Shroom Flu and...”

“And?” Peach asked. Daisy said rather sheepishly, “I just...like how it feels; I can’t really explain why – it just feels good.” Not wanting to continue the drive with an awkward silence, Peach said to Daisy, “I kinda felt the same about it, to be honest. Maybe it’s the whole warm spot thing – I don’t know. I don’t think it’s weird though...” Peach paused for a minute and looked down at her lap; a little embarrassed (understandably), she said “...I like it, too.”

Surprisingly, Daisy laughed to herself; “geez, even with something as odd as this we’re still on identical wavelengths!” Peach had to agree; “well, it’s only fitting. You’re like a sister to me, so it only makes sense that we enjoy the same things – even if it is wearing a nice, thick diaper!”

By this time, Rosalina’s home had finally come into view; it wasn’t long before Daisy’s car had pulled up to the walkway just outside the interstellar structure. The car stopped, and the two princesses began to step out of the car. Daisy got out first, and once again Peach couldn’t help but notice that huge, wet diaper peeking out from under her friend’s skirt. Peach began to get out of the car herself, while she did she thought out loud to Daisy; “so, I couldn’t help but notice your diaper again while you were getting out of the car.” Daisy was busy opening the trunk, but replied to Peach; “yeah, what’s the big deal?”

Peach walked up to Daisy and quietly said, “I just wanted to say that it looks like someone might be in need of a change soon!” Daisy’s face turned red, but she replied with laughter; “it’s not that bad! Have you felt how thick these things are?!” She handed Peach her luggage and closed the trunk. “So, did you end up leaving my room earlier to have a little potty break while I was busy?” Peach asked.

Still cheerful, Daisy tried to hide her embarrassment. “Um...I may have wandered off for some alone time, yeah.” Peach leaned in closer, with an inquisitive-but-cute look on her face. Daisy confessed what happened; “well, when I got back to the room you were holed up in the bathroom – probably struggling with the toilet.” Peach gave her a look; “oh, you know I’m right!” Daisy replied.

Anyway, I figured that you were going to be busy for at least another few minutes, so I relaxed on the bed for a bit. I got a little too comfortable, and one thing led to another...” Daisy placed a hand on the back of her skirt and ran it across, feeling the wet padding underneath. “I’m kinda glad that these diapers are so thick; I was worried I’d leak onto the bed. I really flooded it.” As Daisy began walking toward the front door of Rosalina’s home, Peach caught up to her – luggage in hand. Once she caught up, Peach gave Daisy a little tap on the butt – only the part of the diaper that was peeking underneath Daisy’s skirt.

“Well, next time you get a little too comfy, I’m sure your big sister can change you. Okay, sweetie?” She playfully stuck out her tongue at Daisy and winked. “Big sister?” Daisy said, “you’re barely a year older than me!” The two laughed, and with that final exchange they knocked on the door to begin what was hopefully going to be a fun and relaxing weekend.

End of Part 7