Leah was brought out of her sleep in the middle of the night by a deep gurgling pressure in her stomach. She tried to ignore it, shifting around to get comfortable again and accidentally pushing out a few soft farts. She found it to be nigh impossible, as the pressure just kept building. She groaned in annoyance around her thumb, realizing that she wouldn't be able to get to sleep until she took care of it. She was so comfortable, that the idea she would get up to go potty never even crossed her mind. Just as she did in the gas station, the moment it became an inconvenience she purposely pushed. Soft, warm poop filled her diaper, making a far less distressing sensation than the pressure in her gut; she might even go so far as to say it feels nice. With a sigh of relief, Leah snuggled in further into her bed, letting the extra comfort her dirty diaper brought lull her into a nice slumber.
When morning came, Leah awoke from the best sleep she's had in years , feeling entirely refreshed. She even noticed there was a puddle of drool on her pillow. Sitting up in bed, she felt her messy diaper squish beneath her; upon reflecting on her behavior in the night, she found she wasn't too upset about using her diaper so much. It was for convenience, afterall. And she used them on purpose, it's not like they were accidents. In fact, upon feeling her full bladder, she released her hold and sighed in relief as urine flooded her diaper. She ploped her thumb out of her mouth, and cringed at how pruney it looked. She should definitely have a pacifier handy from now on. She should also probably be concerned about how much she enjoyed the pacifier, but again decided it wasn't a big deal; doing it privately was fine, and publicly she'll be dressed like a toddler so it wasn't really a concern.
She streched her arms out in a yawn and hopped off her bed, immediately going to pick up the pacifier she had yesterday. It was attached to the princess outfit she haphazardly threw onto the ground. As she bent over to pick it up, a pressure in her stomach surprised her. She needed to poop more? Again, she didn't hesitate before squatting and pushing, loading up her now pretty loaded diaper. She already pooped and peed, no need to hold back. She frowned to herself as she pushed; she's starting to suspect she might've upset her stomach with something. Her plan was to get changed, then go down for breakfast, but now she's wondering if breakfast would just go right through her. Should she go down in her dirty diaper? She wouldn't waste an extra diaper if she does end up needing to poop again soon, but she might also give Rita the wrong message; she wasn't ditching her potty training, she was just being practical (not because she liked being in messy diapers). If she goes down in a heavily used diaper, Rita might begin to believe Leah NEEDS them.
Which, of course, she doesn't. Leah grunts as she pushes one last log into her pack diaper with a squeaky fart, putting her pacifier in her mouth to think and immediately feeling better. She decided...