The Lie Part 2

“Uhp- Yepp I gotta go.” Mia thought to herself, the pang in her bladder came roaring to the forefront of her mind rather quickly. She got to her feet to race toward the bathroom. She knew she had at least a full minute to make it, but after that, she had almost no confidence in herself to make it past that. “Come on, come on Mia, you can hold it.” She whispered to herself. Waddling to the bathroom, and holding her diapered crotch like someone who was doing their best to potty train themselves. 

It had been three months since Carol moved in with Mia, and she’s had to play out her diapered lie the entire time. It had been actually kind of fun at first, getting tons of crinkle time to play around in her room without having to worry about getting found out. That started to wear off though after the first month. 

Mia had read plenty of diapered stories online to know that it was a slippery slope into diaper dependence if she just started freely wetting her diapers, not caring about when she had to go. And at first she even considered just wetting herself straight into needing them 24/7, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that wouldn’t be the best idea. She would hold it until she was practically bursting, and then finally let go into her waiting diaper with an audible “Ahh..” She always felt weird when she’d soak herself in front of Carol, but that quickly didn’t become a problem anymore. After about the 17th time it was obvious Mia had gone potty in her pants, the two essentially had an unspoken agreement that it was just part of living with one another.

After about a month of diapers 24/7, it would start out as little things to begin the gradual slip into diaper dependence for Mia. It would be simple things like not quite holding it until she was in pain from holding it in. She would only wait until she was about three quarters full and then she’d start wetting herself. She didn’t really consciously know this was happening, but just overtime she gradually wore herself down to wet, so she wasn’t feeling as much pressure in her bladder. 

It was also as simple as her doing some busy work that was just important enough where going to the potty would be an inconvenience. Making dinner, putting clothes away, she would always think to herself, “I’ll make sure I hold it a little longer next time I have to go” then immediately start flooding her diaper. Perhaps even worse, she would let herself sit in that warm wetness for at least an hour or two. Quickly she became used to the feeling of a wet diaper, to the point where a warm moist padding felt just as familiar as a dry one.

That same mantra kept running through Mia’s head every time she decided to just let loose into her diaper. “I’ll make sure I try harder tomorrow” or “Next week I’ll actually do more than just letting go.” Those words started becoming much more of a hope than actual fact by the third month; and Mia knew it too. She was slowly starting to get used to just letting go into her diaper whenever she started to feel discomfort in her bladder, and that was a one way ticket to a life of diaper dependence. She knew that she was getting much more used to her diapers than she ever wanted to, and it didn’t help that a very small part of her was turned on by that.

One day that concept was reinforced when she got smashed off some mimosas on a Saturday afternoon. She practically broke through her door after stumbling down the hallway. She felt the slightest pressure in her bladder from all those drinks, and instantly she released a torrent of hot pee into her diaper as the thought of, “..I’m in my diapie…” floated through her mind. She let out a few giggles from the warm tickling feeling that built up around her crotch. She started taking off some clothes as adrenaline started flowing through her veins. She felt a surging wave of hornyness hit her hard in between her legs, and started rubbing with her free hand to start building up that heat. “Mmm yeah I just soaked my diapie daddy.” She mumbled, before spinning around and seeing her reflection in the mirror. She smiled, made a dumb face, and flipped up her shit to say, “Me diaper wetting baby da-da!” She said, turning that embarrassment she’s felt the past three months about her diapers into a white hot blinding sex drive. Instantly she dropped onto her bed and started going to town on the front of her diaper.

When she woke up later on that day with a pounding headache, she knew she was starting to go down a path with these diapers that she might not ever recover from. She vowed from that moment on that she’d start making it to the potty whenever Carol wasn’t in the house, and that she’d actually try holding it for as long as she could like she used to. Even as she made the pact in her head though, part of her knew it’d be quite the uphill battle….