One Little Lie - Part 6 (Patreon)

"Tell your father the truth," April's step-mother sighed. "There's no point hiding it now."

"I am!" April insisted, stomping her foot, blushing heavily as she heard her diaper - a real diaper now, no mere Goodnite, or Pull-Up - crinkle loudly at the movement. "I swear, I don't need them! I just... like them..."

It was a hard thing to say out loud, after hiding it so long, made all the harder after spending so long rehearsing it in her mind as she sat in the corner of the living room on a stool, diaper on full display, waiting for her dad to get home, imagining how he was going to react. And that had been after April had been taken to the doctor's office, changed into her diaper in the bathroom, forced to walk out into the waiting room, diaper clearly visible beneath her shorts, then subjected to a long, invasive exam where, of course, the doctor had found nothing.

"Honestly, April," her step-mom shook her head. "If you were going to lie, I'd think you could come up with something better than that. Why would someone your age like this?"

April squirmed; she hadn't expected to have to explain further than that? What did she say? That she liked the cuteness of the Pull-Ups, and how comfy they were? That she'd imagined diapers would be even better than that, although, now that she was in one - perhaps because she'd been taped into it against her will - it wasn't quite the same as in her fantasies. It was so much bigger than she'd thought, bulkier, warmer...

Before she could concoct a response, the woman continued. "I know she's had at least two accidents today," she said. "I didn't check her backpack before I dropped her off, so she might have changed there, too. And I looked in her underwear drawer, when I was getting a Goodnite out for her, and it looks like she's been having problems for quite a while..."

"Why were you going through my panties?!" April pouted, turning even redder, thinking of her seeing the result of all her potty games. It really must have looked like she needed these diapers, after what she'd told her...

"Because I'm worried about you," the woman replied. "The doctor told me a couple small accidents is one thing, but this... This is something else altogether."

"Did she have any recommendations on what to do?" April's dad asked.

"Yes," his wife nodded. "A few."

April watched in horror as her parents carried them out, spending the evening switching her and Gabbi's belonging between their rooms, Gabbi delighted she was getting her big girl bed after all. "We already have a plastic sheet for her mattress," they told April. "It's easier for you to sleep in there. Besides, the diaper pail is there, too, and clearly you need it more than her now."

They threw her underwear away, saying they were all ruined, neither saying anything about buying her any to replace them. April's stomach churned inside her, worried for what that meant, only to have it confirmed as they prepared to tuck her into bed. "Y-You don't have to do that," she reminded them, since they hadn't for a long time.

Her step-mother had already taped a second diaper on top of the first, covering them all up with a soft, pink diaper cover, which matched April's PJ shirt, the inside covered in plastic to make her bottom crinkle even louder with every movement as she stood in front of the crib - her crib now, she realized - wondering why they weren't leaving.

"Yes," her step-mom told her gently, "we do. Go on, lie down..."

"But I'm not tired yet," April whined. "I was going to stay up, and..."

"No, you aren't. The doctor suggested you might need more sleep, so you are going to bed when we tell you. And, to make sure you don't try to get up and do anything else, we're putting the side of your crib up once we tuck you in."

"B-But..." April squirmed, listening to the crackling of her new underwear, such as it was. "What if I need to get up and go to the bathroom?"

"You don't have to think about that," her step-mother promised. "We're getting rid of all unnecessary stress for you, to help you try to get better... And that includes worrying about making it to the bathroom. We'll see how you're doing in a month... Maybe, by then, you'll be ready to try your Goodnites again."