Dependence 2 (Patreon)

To say her life changed drastically after that moment was an understatement. It started off as little things at first. Every time she'd beg her sister for a change, she'd insist that she had to simply use her diapers because, "That's what babies like her did." She would fight to hold it for as long as she could, before inevitably losing the battle, and start dribbling into her thirsty diaper.

It didn't take long for Tracy to just get tired of that. "Why go through all the pain if it's just going to end up in my diaper anyways..... Did I really just say that to myself?... MY Diaper...?" She thought, as she fidgeted a little more on her couch. Even though that thought alarmed her, it didn't really change her mind. It'd had already been a month since her sister had taped that first diaper onto her. The idea of having thick padding taped around her waist was starting to become the norm to her. Maybe it was the fact she'd been told no so many times. Or maybe it was the fact she was watching Paw Patrol (One of only three shows her sister let her watch), whatever it was. With a heavy sigh, she knew it wasn't worth the fight this time. She cut the whole ordeal of begging and pleading short, and let her diaper fill up with her warm pee. She closed her eyes, as she had her first 'accident'. 

"Why is this diaper wet? Hmm?" Her sister said, as she checked her baby sister about an hour later. Tracy felt anger swell up inside her at first, but just as quickly as it came, she felt it deflate out of her. What's even the point of fighting her? She was just going to be told she was a 'dumb stupid baby who shouldn't talk back to Mommy'. So, she did the next best thing.

"I don't know" she said, not even looking up from the TV. If she wanted a baby sister, then she sure as hell was going to get one. She shifted her weight and pushed a few more dribbles of pee into her diaper, as if to spite her sister. A small smirk appeared on her face, as she actually enjoyed the warm wet feeling of her diaper for once.

Things tumbled down hill very fast for Tracy. Every time she felt even the slightest pressure on her bladder, she would let it loose in her diaper immediately. It didn't matter where they were: in the mall, at a friend’s house, and especially at their house. If her "Mommy" wanted her to use her diaper, then she sure as hell was going to. 

It didn't take long for her to start losing some feeling. It was subtle at first. She would suddenly feel the need to pee, but she was still in control before she'd decide to wet herself. That slowly morphed into a sudden feeling, which automatically meant she was wetting herself. She could stop it if she tried, but why would she? "Mommy" wouldn't want that. Soon things got even worse though. She couldn't quite tell when she "Had to go" or not anymore. Her bladder never really felt full anymore. She would feel the pee start to flow out of her with essentially no warning. She knew she was peeing but couldn't really tell you when it began or ended.

Tracy didn't really notice how bad it'd gotten until it was way too late. She got up from the couch one day (Where she spent 90% of her day), and her diaper was absolutely soaked. She had zero clue she had gone at all during her show. It'd only been one episode?... Hadn't it...? She kinda couldn't tell anymore, she'd just let herself zoon out in the couch, letting her mind just wander and think about the fun things the show was talking about. She didn't even fight her Mommy when she told her she had to get thicker diapers if she was going to "Be this much of a fountain".

She didn't even really fight her when she completely changed her room one day too. She walked in, and all of it was different. Gone were her band posters, and queen sized bed. Replaced was an oversized nursery. Stacks and stacks of HER diapers lined the walls. Huge stuffed animals and all, it was a room perfectly built for Nancy's little baby sister.

A few more months passed before Tracy completely lost any hope of ever returning to her adult state. She was blankly playing with her toes one day on her nursery floor (It was just so easy to zone out and not think about anything for he nowadays). Her Mommy called for her, "Baby girl! Your chicken nuggets are ready!" Nancy yelled from down the hall. Tracy bounded onto her knees.

"C-" Was all she got out, before she cut herself off. The sudden movement shaked something up inside of her. There was no warning, and no feeling even as she noticed the warm mush fall into the seat of her diaper. She shot her hand back to try and stop the messy accident, but she just let her arm hang behind her. Her eyes closed, as something in her mind said out, "Babies mess themselves, why are you trying to stop it?" She thought, as her eyes closed. She just let her mind wander as she enjoyed the feeling of her bum pushing out another round of mush into her diaper. She let out a sigh, as a slight smile formed. "Mmmm" escaped her lips, it felt like her mind was locking itself into it's silly, deflated state it got into when she’d watch TV. "Comin' Mommy! Me made stinkies!!" She yelled out, not even caring at all how she looked or sounded anymore. She felt happiness bubble up inside of her as she waddled down the hall. Not because she was about to see her Mommy, but because she knew that she'd be in her loving, always warming diapers forever. And that was just simply bliss to her now.