Rosalina's Upbringing (Part 1&2)

Not too far away from the Mushroom Kingdom, a tiny celestial body rests in an open field. Normally, celestial beings called Lumas frolic and play throughout the day, but as it stands the community is quiet. It is early in the morning, and the sun is slowly bathing the land with its warmth. The sunlight shines through the windows of the central structure – a small castle that is home to the Lumas, and their beloved Princess.

The interior of the castle was just as silent as the village that surrounds it; the Lumas were resting, just like any other living thing would. On the upper floor of the castle, a young, blonde-haired woman sleeps soundly during the sunrise. Her name is Rosalina, and she is the only non-Luma resident of this tiny community. From infancy Rosalina was left in the care of the Lumas, and as she grew the Lumas began to view her as their caregiver, despite the fact that the Lumas were the parents in the young girl’s eyes. Even though she now provides welfare for these immature stars, to Rosalina, she would always see herself as the child of the Lumas.

In the bedroom, Rosalina continued to sleep. As the sun rose higher into the sky and brightened up the room, the morning silence was also broken. The noise was very slight, and was hard to distinguish from the average creaks and knocks that may be heard this early. The noise carried on for a moment; it resembled a steady hissing, not unlike air seeping out of a pinhole-sized leak. Not soon after, the noise subsided.

The bedspread rustled as Rosalina shifted under the covers. Her eyes slowly opened to the natural light that now filled her bedroom.
Rosalina sat up in her bed, allowing her eyes to adjust to the shift in light; “Mmm...I slept well,” she said as she stretched. She hung her feet off the side of the bed and slid them into the slippers that sat next to it; she brought a hand to her mouth as a quiet yawn came out, “I suppose I’ll go take a shower first.” Rosalina shuffled across the large room and opened the door to the upper hallway; she closed it behind her and turned left towards the bathroom.

A draft filling the hallway caused Rosalina to feel a slight chill, despite her teal pyjamas keeping her body warm. The draft wasn’t that bad, but it seemed as though something else was causing Rosalina some discomfort, something that might have happened during the night. She yawned again, “I must have had another accident in my sleep.”

...Accident? Surely she didn’t wet her bed?

Before long Rosalina arrived at the end of the hallway, she opened another door to reveal a large bathroom. She closed the door behind her and shuffled over to the sink and mirror adjacent to the walk-in shower. Rosalina stepped out of her slippers and onto the bathmat and began to peel off her clothes; once she took off her overly large t-shirt something very odd became visible. Rosalina’s pyjama bottoms bulged out much further than her figure would lead one to believe.

So she’s actually wearing...really?

Rosalina pulled down her pants and kicked them aside, and to much surprise she was wearing something under her pyjamas much different than panties; the only thing that remained on Rosalina’s body was a thick diaper, which was sagging around the bottom. “I knew it,” Rosalina commented; the diaper was incredibly wet, and it proved to be the source of her discomfort. Rosalina sighed, “I can’t be too surprised - I really shouldn’t drink so much juice so soon before bed.” Rather than continue to worry about her little accident, Rosalina removed her diaper and proceeded to enter the shower.

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Several minutes later, the glass pane slid open and Rosalina emerged from the shower in a haze of steam and condensation. She grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and draped it around her torso; “that really warmed me up!” she said, sounding much more relaxed. Before leaving the bathroom Rosalina grabbed a second towel and began drying off her long blonde hair. She walked down the hallway back to her room, ruffling the soft towel through her hair with one hand and holding her pyjamas in the other. Once back in the room, Rosalina placed her clothes on the bed and sat down beside them as she dried off the rest of her body. Once dry, she removed her towel and put the long nightshirt back on; “time for my hair, but first...” By first, she meant that she needed a new diaper to change into.

Rosalina searched through the drawers of her nearby dresser until she found what she was looking for: an opened pack of diapers; she grabbed one for herself and sat back down on the bed. She placed the diaper underneath her butt and laid back in order to pull both sides together, which she then proceeded to tape up. Once the sides were nice and tight around her waist, she sat up and expressed her new found comfort. “Nice and comfy!” she said with a smile on her face. Just as before, the diaper on Rosalina was quite thick (several inches, actually) and it was soft to the touch, so much so that her hands would sink into the material at the slightest touch.

A little while later as Rosalina was completing her hair routine (among other things) she began to mull over her agenda for the day. “It’s Friday...something important was happening today, if I recall correctly.” It didn’t take long her for to remember, “Oh right, Peach and Daisy are supposed to come over this afternoon. This will be their first time visiting my place since I arrived here.” Rosalina stood up from her seat in front of the mirror, still only dressed in her nightshirt; her diaper ever so slightly peeked out from underneath the shirt. “I better change into to my dress, then; I’ll have a few things to prepare before they arrive.”

End of Part 1


Rosalina turned away from her nightstand and walked toward the large closet on the other side of the room. She opened the door to reveal an extensive wardrobe, from which she selected her familiar light blue gown. After choosing her outfit Rosalina took the hanger and placed it back on the metal bar next to several more hanging dresses, each one identical to the one she had in hand.

Rosalina walked back toward the nightstand, once there she placed her dress on the bedspread and began rooting through her drawer. A few seconds later, she lifted a pair of white stockings from the drawer and shut it once more. She took the stockings and sat down on the bed next her dress; she began by taking off her nightshirt, and tossed it into a nearby laundry basket. Next, Rosalina placed her dress on the floor and put both of her feet in the opening; she stood up and pulled the dress up to her torso and placed her arms through the sleeves.

After zipping up the back of her gown, Rosalina turned her attention back to the stockings. She lifted up her dress and sat back down; her padded bottom sunk into the soft bed. She began threading her foot through the first stocking and up her leg, once it reached her thigh Rosalina let it be and began doing the same with the other stocking. Rosalina stood up one last time, ensuring that everything was in order with her outfit. “Everything feels alright,” she thought; she paid no mind otherwise and left her bedroom to head downstairs.

Rosalina emerged from her bedroom and walked briskly through the hallway and down the staircase. She shivered a little as she reached the bottom of the stairs, “Why is it so chilly this morning?” Sun shined through a nearby window, Rosalina squinted through the sunlight and saw what looked to be a warm spring day. She shrugged and continued on her way to the kitchen for some breakfast; “well, it is early in the season, so it’s probably just a bit of winter cold still lingering.”

“Maybe the next time I need a change I’ll slip into one of my overnight diapers. Some extra padding might keep me warmer...”

Rosalina entered the kitchen. As she walked in she noticed that there was a place setting out with some fruit and a bagel spread across a plate. Also in the kitchen was a Luma floating by the fridge, waiting for Rosalina to show up for breakfast. “You did this by yourself?” Rosalina asked it, the Luma nodded. She smiled at the Luma; “that’s so sweet of you, thank you!” The Luma squealed with joy; it happily bobbed its way over to Rosalina and nestled her cheek. “This was really nice of you,” Rosalina said as she kissed it on the head, “go on and play with the others – I have a few things to do before our guests arrive.” The Luma squealed again and flew away to find its friends, the call it made sounded as if it was saying “thank you, Momma!”

Rosalina’s chuckled as the Luma flew off, “no matter how much they call me that, I’ll never get used to it.” After a moment Rosalina seated herself at the countertop and began to eat what the Luma had set out for her. She first bit into one of the melon slices; the piece was fresh and very flavourful. After finishing the fruit, Rosalina spread some preserves on the bagel and began to consume that as well. The bagel was still warm from the toaster, which caused the preserves to drip down the sides and onto the plate.

Once Rosalina finished her breakfast and took care of the dishes, she embarked on her duty list for the morning. She exited the kitchen and walked into the sitting room; “I guess I’ll start with some cleaning.” Upon first glance, it looked like no one had even set foot in the room for a few weeks. Rosalina wandered over to the coffee table and picked up the serving tray; she ran her finger across it and removed a significant amount of dust. “Ugh, how did I let this room become so unkempt?” she sighed and put the tray back down, “guess I’ve got my work cut out for me today.” Rosalina left the room.

A few moments later, Rosalina returned with a vacuum cleaner in one hand and a soft cloth with a bottle of cleaning solution in the other. She placed the bottle and cloth on the coffee table and plugged the vacuum cord into the nearest electrical socket and got to work. The vacuum revved and whirred loudly as Rosalina ran the wand across the neglected carpet.

“One of these times I really need to remember to play some music while I do chores like this...”

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A little over an hour later, Rosalina was busy wiping the last few pieces of decor in the sitting room. She had been working rather fast, and by this point Rosalina was starting to feel a little strange, not tired exactly but something was nagging her. Rosalina was putting the finishing touches on a small vase; when she was satisfied with her work Rosalina put the vase back down and let out a sigh of relief, “done!” Before continuing on to her next task she rested on a nearby couch.

Rosalina lay down on the couch for a minute and wiped a hand across her forehead, “that was a lot of work for such a small room.” Rosalina felt her body sink into the couch as time passed, “this couch is so great, makes my body feel warm and tingly for some reason,” she giggled. Another moment passed before Rosalina sat up and looked around the room to enjoy the fruit of her labour. When she swung her feet around to sit up she realized something, “my bum feels damp.” Rosalina’s face blushed, “uh oh...”

Rosalina was now upright on the couch; she pressed her legs together a little bit, “feels wet” she mumbled. She reached down the floor and lifted up her dress to inspect the wetness. The skirt revealed her stockings, thighs, and finally Rosalina’s diaper, which was now discoloured and damp. “Well, that explains why I felt so warm a moment ago,” Rosalina told herself; she poked the diaper a bit, it was still warm to the touch. “I don’t think I need to change right now, though,” she commented; “it still feels so warm! Such a nice feeling!”

Just as Rosalina was distracted more and more by her wet diaper, a thought snapped into her mind: “Oh no, what time is it?!” She looked at a nearby clock, it was a little before 11am. Rosalina sighed in relief; “thank goodness, I still have until 1:30 or so.” She stood up and walked back into the kitchen, “back to work; I still need to bake something before the girls arrive later.” As she began opening cupboards for what she’d need, she glanced over at the cleaning supplies still left in the other room. “I’ll deal with those once I get this baking into the oven.”

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Rosalina spent the next period in the kitchen preparing snacks for the afternoon. The kitchen was cluttered with ingredients, measuring cups and spoons, and the odd dab of batter here and there. She was busy mixing batter in a large silver bowl for a batch of muffins; a moulding tray sat nearby, ready to receive the uncooked ingredients. Rosalina turned off the mixer and lifted it out from the bowl, now all that was left to do was pour it into the moulding tray. The batter flowed smoothly from the bowl into each insert, and Rosalina made sure that each insert was level with the others.

A noise came from the oven to signal that it was fully heated; “Perfect timing!”. Rosalina grabbed her oven mitts and put them on, then opened up the oven. She was greeted by a blast of heat, she thought nothing of it and slid the muffin tray onto the top rack and shut the oven door. Once she set and started the timer, Rosalina made her way back to the sitting room to clean up the cleaning supplies from earlier. There wasn’t much, but she still needed to put it all back in the hall closet. Rosalina grabbed the solution, cloth, and vacuum and wandered through her home toward the hall closet.

As she walked, Rosalina couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable; her diaper’s wetness was starting to become cumbersome. She began to waddle a bit; “I’ve been wearing my overnight diapers so much lately; I forgot how quickly these ones get wet.” Rosalina tried not to let her discomfort bother her too much, but it was hard to ignore. Before long, she had reached the hall closet.

Rosalina opened the closet in order to put everything back in its place, as she did this she began thinking about her little situation:

I wonder if I should just go change now...seems like a waste, I haven’t had this one on for more than a couple of hours. I wonder why I even keep two different kinds of diapers; I mean, I enjoy wearing the thicker ones most of the time, so what’s the point of having smaller ones if I have to change them so often? I can have a few accidents in the thick ones before I start to get uncomfortable. I wet myself once and the small diaper is already bugging me.

Rosalina’s train of thought continued as she finished re-organizing the closet. She then thought out loud to herself, “I’ve still got little bit of time before the muffins are done.”. Rosalina placed a hand on her backside; she could feel the wetness begin to spread around the back of her diaper. “That’s enough to convince me, I’m going to go change into a thicker diaper.” Rosalina shut the closet door and rushed up the stairs and off to her room to change into something comfier.

End of Part 2