Miley's Choice Part 2

The video got produced and released onto youtube a few days later. Miley wasn’t quite sure how the public would take it; she wiggled on the couch of tour her tour bus reading the comments of the video pour in. Her diaper crinkled from her hip movements and started to slowly warm from Miley wetting herself. Ever since the video shoot, she just couldn’t stand the idea of being out of her diapers. The second she changed out of her soaked cloth diaper, she just couldn’t bring herself to put her hips back into a pair of lacy panties. Instead, she grabbed a disposable diaper from the pack she’d brought into her changing room, and taped herself right into a new one. She hadn’t looked back ever since. Ever since then, her hips swayed with the sound of plastic crinkles wherever she went.

“Ugh, what the fuck kind of fashion statement is this?” One comment read, “Wow, how do u go off the deep end like that !” another one said. The reviews were… mixed at best. It’s not to say it was all bad, in fact a decent percentage of people actually seemed to welcome the new wardrobe change on the star. The negative reviews only pushed Miley into wanting to wear her diapers even more. Like when her producer was berating her during the video shoot, the feeling of defiance bubbled to her surface. “I wear diapers now.” Miley said, still scrolling through the comments. “And if people want to like me for that, great. If not, then they can kiss the back of my shit filled diapered ass.” She said and started to push. 

A mushy warm mess started to fill in the backside of her diaper. A rebellious smile grew on her face from how good it felt messing herself in retort to those comments. Was it childish? Yes, but it just felt too damn good to Miley in her mind. 

Using the toilet for anything had essentially gone out the window ever since she started wearing 24/7. That included messing. Whenever she felt the slightest bit of urge, or felt her rebellious emotions, she would automatically let loose into her diaper, no matter what state it was in. She even leaked once in the middle of public. A dark stain started to streak down her legs while she was in line for a coffee at Starbucks, but she couldn’t give any less of a shit. That’s just something that happened to people who wore diapers.

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Three weeks passed since the release of the video. The reviews had started to split more 50/50 on her video feed. The news outlets seemed to be mixed as well. Some talking heads thought it was a great bold move, while others thought it was a cry for attention from a fading star. The real test thought would be tonight though. It was Miley’s first concert since deciding to go completely diapered. She wasn’t so much nervous about the fans reactions coming up back stage, but more of worrying if she’d completely soak through her diaper during the performance. “Should I bring a couple so I could get a quick change in between songs?” She thought, as she slipped on her silver sequenced shirt. Her control was starting to noticeably slip a little bit. Not to the point where she was having full on accidents, but more of not being able to hold it for much longer than a few seconds before she was already full on wetting her diaper. And if she was completely engrossed in something, she wouldn’t really notice she was going until about halfway through the accident. A part of her hoped her fans wouldn’t be grossed out by her new incontinent development, but again, more of her didn’t give any kind of fuck at all.

“And here she is, MILEY CYYYRRUSSSSS!” The announcer boomed through the speakers. Thousands of cheering fans erupted as they saw Miley waddle onto the stage. She was wearing nothing accept her silver shirt, and doubled diaper (She thought it was a good compromise instead of having to change mid-set). Miley smiled to the crowd as she made her way toward the front of the stage. She was surprised at how all of a sudden hundred of hands started pawing at her to let them touch her thick diaper. Miley smiled at the crowds love for her new appearance. She pointed toward her diaper, brought the mike to her mouth and said, “Should I wet it?!?” The crowd went ballistic. It was clear that the fans wanted nothing more than for her to soak her diaper. Miley just jetted her hips out and let loose into the waiting diaper. A sea of hands engulphed her hips to a get feel of her now squishy padded crotch.