Miley's Choice Part 1 (Patreon)

Miley’s hands danced across the cloth padding of the diaper in her changing room, she was getting ready to shoot a music video of herself diapered, along with a few other celebrities. She felt an electric pulse through her fingers, and down into her spine. She shivered from the feeling that rattled her to her very being. “Mmm I’m going to wear the fuck out of this diaper.” She whispered to herself. She couldn’t help but smile to herself about the thirsty diaper waiting for her. Most people would be weirded out by the fact they were about to pin themselves into a cloth diaper, but Miley couldn’t calm herself down from the thought even if she tried.

Her taste for being diapered had started to get progressively larger over the past few months. It started with very simple trials in the solidarity of her own home. She bought a pack a pull-ups at first, just slipping them on to try and get the feel. The slight padded feeling around her waist was simply amazing. She fell in love faster than a car flying off a cliff. She started wearing pull-ups almost 24/7 when she was in her home, and even slowly relaxed enough to use them from time to time. Her new-found feelings grew ever more demanding with each day. 

They would take over the forefront of her mind almost constantly when she wasn’t at home. She would day dream for hours on her tour bus about taping herself into the thickest diapers that money could buy. She simply just couldn’t help her mind from swirling around the images of herself sinking deeper into a lovely diapered state. Maybe ‘normal’ people didn’t think about diapers on a regular basis, but Miley Cyrus didn’t give any kind of a fuck. She had to sate this burning desire in her mind somehow, by any means possible.

It kind of started off as a joke in her mind. “What if I just shot a music video where everyone was wearing a diaper?” She chuckled to herself at the thought. A whole cast of celebrities wearing diapers around her. She shook the thought from her mind, “God no, wouldn’t that just be so fucking obvious that I had like, some kind of fetish with diapers?” She reasoned. The idea faded from her mind briefly; however, soon it started creeping back into the forefront of her thoughts.

The idea of being out there, in front of a bunch of people, completely diapered. It brought new crashing waves of lust into her body. She pictured herself running around in a pink onesie, pig tails, and a thick cloth diaper. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t shake that from her mind. It dominated her entire line of thinking for days. 

The littlest things would get her to start thinking about it. The cloth touch of the clothes she picked out at the start of the day? Diapers instantly on her mind. The sight of one of her celebrity friends? Instantly thinking about how she could incorporate them into her diapered video. And the slightest pressure in her bladder? The image of her soaking a diaper in the middle of the video would flood her mind. It just all became too much for her, she just couldn’t for the life of her get diapers out of her head.

“I’m making this video whether you like it or not.” She said to her producer, who vehemently rejected the idea. “I don’t care if you’re not there, or if you don’t give me any money for it, I’m making a music video of me diapered up.” She said fearcely, this meant way too much to her to not happen. Eventually the produced caved, and pulled the funds together for the video. He wasn’t happy about it though, and expressed that unhappiness through the entire shooting. Miley wasn’t happy with any of his attuite, especially when he’d say things like “this is just so ridiculous”. 

Miley felt personally attacked by his frustration. She started to feel a rebellious attitude creep up. Sure it might have been childish, but if he wanted to piss and moan about her acting like a baby, then he’d get the full package. While he was berating her during one of the shots, she just crossed her arms, and started soaking her diaper in front of him. He never knew it was happening, but it made Miley feel more alive than any moment in her entire life. “Oh yeah, I’m chasing this feeling.” She thought, as her diaper slowly continued to grow droopier.