The Fibber (Patreon)

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"You never believe me! Maggie whined, stomping her foot, on the verge of a tantrum - which, she supposed, wouldn't really help her case, though might make her feel just a bit better. She should have just stayed sitting down... But, then, her stomach was starting to rumble ominously, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it.

"That's because I can see the wet spot on your skirt," her mother informed her. "Do you really expect me to believe you didn't have another accident?"

"I didn't!" Maggie insisted. "I just spilled some water on my chair and then sat it in..."

"Oh, really?" her mother raised an eyebrow. "That's funny... It seems like you were spilling water into your bed just about every night, too, and that's why you were always sneaking down to do laundry in the morning with wet sheets... Maybe you ought to start drinking out of bottles if you're spilling so much... Or maybe I should just keep you in diapers during the day, too, since that seemed to mysteriously fix your spilling problem at night..."

"No!" Maggie gulped at the thought, squirming and groaning as a cramp ran through her belly. "I told you... I don't need them! I didn't do anything! Why don't you ever believe me?!" She tried to step away as her mother lifted her skirt, but she was too late.

"Oh, did you already have the same idea?" she asked as she looked down at the leaking Goodnite her daughter was wearing. "I didn't know we had any of these left..."

"Th-there was one more in the back of the drawer," Maggie claimed. Technically, it was true - she'd worn the rest to school over the past week or so, after remembering she'd had some left over from when her mother had switched her to real diapers for nighttime. Now, it was the only one left.

"And why did you wear it, if you're not having accidents?" her mother asked.

"I-I didn't have any clean panties," she lied.

"Oh?" her mother raised an eyebrow. "Then why have you been watching TV instead of doing some laundry?"

"I was going to do it later!" Maggie pouted. "It's Saturday... I didn't want to have to start doing laundry as soon as I woke up..."

"Well, now you have even more to do," her mother said, tugging her skirt down and off, leaving Maggie in just a t-shirt and Goodnite. "Come on, step out... Now take this to the laundry room, then come to your room."

Maggie stared nervously at her mom, not sure what she was planning. She could tell the woman was serious, however, so she sighed and headed down to the basement to toss her skirt into the basket beside the washing machine with all her other clothes, then headed back upstairs. 

She gasped as her tummy growled for relief yet again, making a quick detour for the bathroom. Before she could go in, however, her mother appeared from Maggie's bedroom, taking Maggie's hand and pulling her away. "B-But I need to go..." Maggie protested.

"No more fibs," her mother said sternly. "You aren't going to delay this any longer, young lady."

"I'm not fibbing!" Maggie whined.

"Really?" her mother shook her head. "Then I guess all those panties I found in your dresser must have something wrong with them, so I'll just have to get rid of them... After all, you said you were all out, didn't you?"

"Y-Yeah, but..." Maggie stammered.

"Well, you can't stay in those," her mother looked at Maggie's Goodnite in disgust. "So I guess the only thing left to put you in is one of your diapers... And you really are almost out of those. I was going to go buy some, and since I don't think I can trust you on your own, you're going to have to come with me... And it's too bad you 'sat in water' with your skirt, because I'm not sure any of your other clothes are loose enough for your diapers to fit under. I guess you'll have to wear your night-night onesie."

Maggie gasped. "No! You can't make me go out in that! Everyone will know what I'm wearing underneath!"

"They'll know even more if you just wear a shirt with it," her mother pointed out. "Don't worry... You can take your blankie with you... I'm sure you can cover up your diapie with that."

"I-I'll stay here and do laundry..." Maggie offered.

"No, you'll be doing that when we get home," her mother informed her. "And if your diaper is still dry by the time you're done, I might believe that you deserve the panties that are in there... If not, they'll be going into the garbage with the ones that you say aren't in your drawer. Now, bring me your changing pad and a diaper... And if you whine again, you can bring me the hairbrush as well."

Maggie dared a petulant huff, but did as she was told, cheeks burning as her mother cleaned her up and taped her into a diaper, then pulled the childish onesie - bought to help keep her diaper from 'falling off' in the night, as Maggie had claimed was happening when she was waking up without one - over her head, snapping it into place, pulling the bulky padding of the diaper tight against her.

She thought for sure her mother had to be bluffing, but, sure enough, the woman marched her back through the house, and to the front door. She also thought the growing pressure in her stomach was just nerves - in case it really wasn't a bluff - but as she got closer and closer to the outside world, she began to realize differently. She froze, mouth agape as she felt her bowels, which she'd been fighting with since this conversation began, begin to evacuate themselves, slowly pushing their disgusting contents out into her diaper.

"What's going on?" her mother asked as Maggie stood there, unable to move. "Are you pooping your pants?"

"N-No!" Maggie fibbed. She wasn't sure why... Surely her mother had to know... Maybe it was just habit by now.

"Are you suuure?" her mother asked again, in a condescending, almost sing-songy voice. "I think somebody might be going poo-poo in her diapie."

Maggie didn't dare to turn around, not wanting to face her mother, afraid her expression, and her bright red cheeks, would give it away - although it seemed fairly obvious there was nothing left to give away, from the teasing. "You never believe me!" she whined.

"You're right," her mom took her by surprise. "Maybe I should have more faith in you... You're an adult now, aren't you? I'm sure if you were pooping your Pampers, you'd be mature enough to let me know. So let's get going! We have a lot of stuff to get done!"

Maggie's eyes widened further. Was her mom really going to make her go out like this?! "B-But..."

"I believe you," her mother said, taking her hand, leading her to the door, and then out into the world beyond, Maggie's every step an uncomfortable shuffle. "So come on, sweetie... Let's go get the shopping done so you can get home and do your laundry... I bet you'll be able to earn those panties with no problem, don't you?"