The Lie Part 3 (Patreon)

“Mia.” Carol said kinda soft, but that obviously didn’t register with the spaced out Mia, “Mia!” She said a little louder, but still no one was home, “MIA!” She practically yelled.

“Huh?!” Mia said, shaking her head out of the sudden hazy stupor she was in. Carol just sighed and shook her head as well.

“You’re leaking all over the couch, again.” She said plainly, pointing toward her crotch. She was completely right, a few streams of pee were streaking down the leather couch right from Mia’s crotch. She immediately jumped up from her seat with a gasp, and ran right out of the room.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” She repeated while sprinting down the hallway. She ran right past Carols room, the spare room, and then right past the bathroom. The thought of stopping there as she helplessly flooded her diaper didn’t even slightly register in her mind. Maybe it would have 10 months ago when she started wearing diapers full time, but not anymore. 

Instead she ran right into her bedroom, so that she could quickly untape herself, and get back into a much drier, reliable diaper. Wetting had become almost second nature for Mia now. She still had some potty training to her credit. If she really focused, and did her best to sort of understand she had to pee, she’d have about 10-20 seconds to make it to the potty before she was completely filling the front of her diaper. More often that not though, her diaper was becoming droopy and discolored without even the slightest clue from Mia’s brain. 

She’d become just too comfortable in her diapers over the past few months. It didn’t matter what position her legs were in, how she was laying, or even what kind of social situation she was in. She’d be chatting with some friends at a restaurant with her legs crossed, and all of a sudden she’d feel warm padding expanding around her waist, without the slightest clue she’d even started to go.

That was the best case scenario now-a-days. If she was at home and was preoccupied with some video games? Forget it. She’d be leaking all over the floor before she even slightly noticed she needed another diaper change. One time Mia was so excited that she finally defeated the enemy team’s nexus in a ranked game of League that she jumped up out of her seat. Her screams of joy were immediately dampened, as she saw the biggest pool of pee in the seat of her gaming chair that she’d ever seen. She chalked it up to being excited, but she knew she was kidding herself. 

She’d become dependent on her diapers. To the point where she didn’t even think she could go a few minutes without them at best.

It had been coming to a cold realization to Mia the past few days. With the leaking accident on the couch, and the multiple sheets she’d gone through (Even through the plastic padding on her bed), she knew it was starting to reach the end of complete diaper dependence. Part of her held on though. We always do, even though we know we’re utterly hopeless. It didn’t take long for that to change with Mia though…

“Fuck, soaked again. For the millionth time.” She thought to herself, as she felt around the cold clammy padding around her waist. Mia had just woken up for the day, and her nighttime diaper was practically ready to burst. She had a strange feeling inside of her while pulling off her PJ pants so she could change herself. Her head was screaming to do everything to get out of dipaers; yet her emotions were telling her to just finally give in, why tread against the tide she’d been losing against for almost a year now? She was truly conflicted. 

She grabbed a diaper from the massive stack she had across her room, and waddled back to her bed, her diaper squelched when she got back onto her bed. She was on her knees as she looked back at the pile of diapers. There they sat. They sent a message to anyone who walked in. This wasn’t someone who just wore diapers for fun anymore. Perhaps that was still part of it, but the real main reason? Mia needed them. She was a diaper depended women. Maybe she wasn’t a year ago, perhaps it was all a silly cover up back then, but not anymore. Now she was practically incontinent, and it was completely because she chose to be that way. She had an indifferent look on her face as she stared at the pile. Her mind was at an impasse. 

She had a few shreds of potty training left. Should she really try, and do everything she can to crawl her way back to not constantly soaking her diapers 24/7? Could she even get back to that kind of control? Her mind was quiet, she held her breath as she for the first time truly weighed the choice in her mind. The potty, or diapers? They say you know what you want when the coin flips, and for Mia, she knew what she wanted.

The slightest of smiles grew on her face, as she gripped the diaper in her right hand a little harder, and the front of the one she had on grew a little heavier.