Leah woke up in---what she'd argue---the worst possible way. She felt something wet on her cheek, and upon opening her eyes, found the reason to be an absurd amount of drool coming from her slobber covered thumb. Said thumb was in her mouth, and she was sucking it. She jerked away with an 'eek', and regretted it when she felt something squishy and wet on her butt. She cringed, and opened the covers to find an absolutely filled to the brim diaper. What had happened? She had hoped that yesterday had been a fluke, maybe something she ate or a stomach bug, but it's clear to her that it wasn't. She had absolutely no control in the night, and she had a feeling the day wouldn't be any different. She sucked her thumb more vibrantly for comfort, and- wait! She ripped her thumb out of her mouth again, once more covered in slobber. She made a face as she wiped it off. Looking down at her clothes, she opted to sleep in just a t-shirt and diaper given that her pajama pants didn't fit over the bulge. She made to get off her bed, grimacing at the grotesque feeling of the waste smearing against her. She tired to hop off her bed, but found her foot got caught. She waves her arms around and desperately grabs onto the edge of the bed as she almost falls off of it diaper first. She tries to gently place her feet on the ground, but her balance seems to be off as she immediately starts to stumble and land hard on her diaper.
"This is the worst morning ever." Leah says to herself. She stands up, wobbling a bit to regain her balance, and stares at her new underwear. She...was in diapers. She heavily NEEDED diapers. She feels like she should be upset by this, but...she's not. It feels almost mundane. Not even the smell seems to bother her, as she needs to focus to even notice it. She suck her thumb in contemplation, wondering why she feels so- "Ugh!" She rips her thumb out again, staring at it incredulously.
"Why does that keep happening?" She whispers to herself, "Why am I being such a...such a baby?"
The word should feel bad when she manifests it, yet...still, nothing. She's filling diapers and sucking her thumb, but it feels so...natural. A shudder goes down Leah's spine. There's no way that's natural. It has to be a fluke. More of a psychological effect of her being in diapers. She'll get out, never have to see diapers again, and go back to...she blinks, trying to see herself not being in diapers and has some difficulty. She thinks about being able to feel when she needs to go, holding it, and using a toilet, yet...that feels so distant. Like there's no way she could ever do that. It terrified her. She couldn't just...lose her potty training overnight, right? That's not something that just happens. She sucked her thumb in distress at the thought, then immediately ripped her thumb out of her mouth.
"Okay Leah, relax. Let's get out of this diaper, get a shower, and then go from there." She told herself, making sure to keep her thumb in sight. She...