Miley's Choice Part 3 (Patreon)

Miley never felt higher then during that performance. Not so much because the fans now loved her new diapered life style, but because of how full her diaper was. She’d gone all out in her new double diaper. Every single little urge she got, she would push and grunt visibly on stage. The people just couldn’t get enough of it, and so couldn’t she. She wanted to explore more of these new feelings. Filling her diaper completely just made her feel something she couldn’t help but crave with her entire being. She felt warm, happy, but above all, so babyish. 

She wasted no time buying baby clothes, food, and even thicker diapers than she’d worn on stage. She decided to postpone the next 2 months of concerts so that she could fully immerse herself into a babyish mindset at her home. She ordered everything to be rush delivered to her house, so that she can slip right into the baby roll as soon as possible.

Of course she got an earful from her record label. They just couldn’t believe she’d up and push everything back 2 months just so she could “Play baby”. All Miley did was make a farting noise with her tongue then immediately hang up the phone. They just saw her as their little play thing that made money. Too bad for them they didn’t know she was just a diaper filling baby now.

Miley got into her new babyish roll quicker than she thought she would have. In fact, it only took a few days for her to feel like she was completely regressed back into the state of a baby. Whenever she felt hungry she’d pop open a can of baby food and scoop all the contents out with her hands. The TV was set to constant babyish cartoons, which Miley clapped and sang along to with smears of food covering her entire body. She’d fill her diapers until they were practically bursting, and only then would she change herself into a new one. 

Her bodily control was around the level of a toddler on a good day now. Not using the toilet for months, and purposely not trying to hold it for that long had truly made her diaper dependent. Almost always she’d playfully slap her diaper and notice it was much more soggy and wet than the last time she did that. Messy accidents quickly became hard to notice as well due to all the mushy baby food she was eating. The only way she’d know if her diaper was messy now was by the smell, but even then she’d grown very used to that. Really, the only way she knew she’d used her diaper now was when it was starting to leak all over the floor. She’d always start giggling to herself too at the sight of dark stains pooling around her, as drool rolled down her chin from all the laughter. 

About a week before her tour was supposed to start up again, her producer finally had enough of her not returning her calls. He resorted to his last option, and barged into the star’s house. “Miley! Why haven’t yo-… OH MY GOD!” He said, as he took in the site of the very messy oversized baby. 

“Hi dere!” She happily said, slurping her thumb and looking up at the man. He just shook his head in disgust.

“This ends today, Miley. This has gone far enough, you’re getting into that tour bus, and finishing your performances!” He said in a fierce tone. Miley put her head in her hand and looked up at the producer. She shook her head and stuck her tongue out.

“Me no big kiwd anymo’ Bye Bye poopy head!” She yelled, then clapped her hands twice. A security guard from outside came in and grabbed the producer by the arms. He did everything he could to resist getting pulled out of the house.

“You can’t do this! You have to-“ He was cut off by the sound of the door closing. Miley just giggled to herself.

“Tehehe, da’ man so dumb. Me jus’ baba….” She trailed off, as her gaze went blank. She realized her diaper was getting all warm and mushy, and really wanted to enjoy the feeling. A drolly smile returned to her as she quickly forgot the encounter with the strange man and got on all fours to play with some blocks across the room.