Mimis struggle – Chapter Nine
Now that she knew she wasn’t going to get underwear – the presence of a diaper instead of panties was a real giveaway; Mimi had to decide what to do about needing the bathroom. She stood staring at the toilet, having wandered there on auto-pilot after her mom’s advice, intent on using it. Now she was having a change of heart. She really wanted to give in and take her diaper off, but it just didn’t seem right now that she had no reason to. Her plan was very clear and needed absolute commitment if it was going to work.
Still, she was here now – she had made it to the bathroom. Which, when she thought about it, was her ultimate goal, right? And she did need to go, so what difference did it make that she would be pulling her diaper down instead of panties?
All the difference, and she knew it. She realized at that moment that she was lying to herself just for the sake of doing what would happen regardless of whether there was a toilet or not, and that put the integrity of her whole plan in jeopardy. She knew she would be able to hold on at least a bit longer, which in the end clinched the decision for her – she needed to try. After one last longing glance at the forbidden fruit, Mimi turned around and went back to her room.
What now? She needed something to occupy herself before the inevitable happened. Put some clothes on, that was the first thing she should do. No use waddling about with her diaper showing the whole time, especially since she would soon have to do the walk of shame down to her mom. A pair of sweat pants would do now that she was home and in her own company, nice pink ones of course. Mimi liked to feel girly from time to time. “Well that wasted a whole thirty seconds of waiting” she said out loud, scanning the room for a better event.
Mimi hadn’t played video games in ages. A fact she was beginning to regret once she realized how much fun it still was. Ten minutes into a fairly comical battle-style racing game and she was hooked. Just like riding a bike! She thought, as she moved into first position with only three laps to go.
Lost in the fast paced action of on screen mayhem, Mimi’s need to use the bathroom soon caught up with her. I’ll just finish this race then I’ll pause the game and work on concentrating, she negotiated with herself.
Ooooh, second place! That put her in joint first position in the season championships after only two races. Now she would have to at least see the next race through before she could stop, the standings were too close to break her momentum. No big deal. Her need wasn’t so bad and she was sitting in an awfully comfortable position. If anything it would help her hold on even longer, thus strengthening her control. It was too late to stop now anyway, the next race was practically starting and there is nothing worse than pausing a game mid-race for making your kart crash.
Third! Third?! She was robbed! Her Kart had been stopped at the post by an annoyingly well timed, not to mention hilariously shaped, missile. Cheating computer! That little stunt had dropped her down to second place overall by a single point. The AI was just jealous that she was going to defeat it, and defeat it she still would! Now her mind was totally on the next race.
The penultimate and most difficult track of the game, and unfortunately the one she remembered sucking at the most. Mimi had hoped she would be clearly ahead by this point so that the next course wouldn’t be important, but it would seem that video game skills do not return quite as quickly as she would have liked. It was going to take all of her concentration to at least place in the top three and have a chance at clinching the title in the final race that was to come. Her diaper felt fine so that wasn’t anything to worry about. She had managed to settle herself into a rather comfortable position which meant she didn’t have to make any sudden movements, allowing her to relax her tummy somewhat without any noticeable decrease in control. Just what she needed to keep her mind on the race ahead.
So far so good… her little sprite character was maintaining a steady but safe speed to avoid making mistakes on those dangerous corners, while slowly gaining on the leaders who were battling it out for pole position. If Mimi kept her focus she might even be able to sneak first at the last moment and give the computer a taste of its own medicine.
It was working! At the beginning of the last lap she had snuck her way into second place and was poised to take over first place. All she had to do was keep it cool and not make any mistakes, if she could hold out for a decent enough weapon then it would be game, set and match… Or it might have been, if only something very distracting hadn’t occurred at that exact moment.
Her diaper was suddenly filling. Confusion took over for a brief second as she realised her control had slipped without her noticing. That was the price for being so comfortable and focussed on her game, and Mimi couldn’t think of a great deal to do about it. She eventually decided just to let it happen, but the few seconds it had taken her to register what was going on had proved too be too much of a distraction. It was too late to stop her kart from spiralling off the track, costing her not only first but also second place too.
“Damn it all!” she cried in frustration. She was way angrier at herself than she was at her diaper. Why couldn’t she have just ignored it? It was going to happen at some point so it didn’t need thinking about, and certainly not at such a crucial moment in her race driving career. Poopy diaper or not she was determined to finish, but despite taking a clear first place on the final course of the season it wasn’t enough to position her above second in the league rankings.
Mimi was desperate to start a new race season, clear in her mind that this time she would be victorious. However, if she was going to be changed she would probably have to go now and get it over with while there was a natural break in her gaming, despite the fact that it would probably ruin the zone she had going on. That sucked. Still in her comfy position she actually didn’t feel bothered by her diaper, she’d much rather get straight back to racing than have to move. But, she couldn’t exactly just sit around until it suited her to be changed. Mimi had been dumb enough to announce that she needed to go potty when she was changed not so long ago; if she turned up any later with a dirty diaper then her mom would know she hadn’t made it to the toilet and would be wondering why she didn’t come sooner…
Or would she? Since Mimi had started using her diapers all the time, she had to admit there was a definite difference in her mother’s reactions. In particular she noticed that she’d been receiving a steady decline in accountability, a sure sign that the routine was nicely setting in. Come to think of it, she doubted whether her mom would even care what time she went to her. She could probably go whenever she wanted and she would be changed exactly the same. Mimi knew that her mother believed all of her soiled diapers were simply accidents, so it stood to reason that she wouldn’t be expected to notice right away, especially if she’d been busy doing something preoccupying. A great reason to ignore her diaper and keep playing…
On the other hand, it was probably because of her mom’s belief that Mimi sometimes “didn’t know” when she needed a change that diaper checks had become more regular. They could be very embarrassing, especially if she was messy. However, it really wasn’t that big of a deal when the stakes (the Gold Trophy) were so high. It would be totally worth risking a diaper check if she could snatch the title.
After what seemed like an unknown amount of hours Mimi had not only won the championship, but had also won it a second time and lost it a further two times. She was on the road to winning it for a third time, which would be the decider, when her mother walked in. She had been courteous enough to knock first, but sure enough she had only come for one reason.
“Hey there honey, you’ve been up here for quite a while so I just wanted to check on you. Everything o.k?”
Mimi didn’t answer. Partly because she was in the middle of the race but partly because she already knew exactly what her mom had come to check on. She simply reminded herself not to get distracted while it was happening and throw the race like she had done the first time.
Ironically, Mimi’s mother had initially intended on asking her whether or not she needed a change, since she figured that her daughter should at least have some responsibility in checking her diapers even if she evidently wasn’t prepared to come and ask herself. The times she just checked Mimi’s diaper without asking were more of a spur of the moment kind of thing, like if she happened to be passing and had an easy opportunity. However, because Mimi hadn’t answered and she didn’t like being ignored, her mother dispensed with pleasantries and Mimi lost her only chance to not have the embarrassment she was expecting.
“Alright then.” She said. And with that, her mother walked up behind Mimi who was sitting cross legged on her favourite large downy cushion in a prime spot to be checked. The smell was a little obvious but she wanted to be sure – after all, unsurprisingly the room had a naturally strong smell of powder and plastic with an underlying hint that more than one dirty diaper had been changed over the years.
As she was mildly leaning forward Mimi’s diaper peeked out from under her clothes, so when her mom tugged at the back of her sweat pants the diaper came with it. Instant confirmation. Mimi all the while managed to remain focused on glory, figuring that her mom needed to get everything ready for a change or would at least wait until she was finished. With one firm movement her mother picked Mimi up from out of her seat and ruined everything.
“No!” she yelped, manically scrambling for the pause button before the controller fell from her hands as she was carried over to the bed and out of reach.
“You need a new diaper Mimi, I’m afraid your game will have to wait.”
“But, but…” a little more warning would have been nice – a chance to pause it before being yanked out of the comfy spot! From her new position on the bed Mimi leaned over to catch a glimpse of the screen. Fortunately the game was frozen in pause mode, but the screen showed a particularly unfavourable crash. Aww nuts! That game was going to take some salvaging! She thought, before being pressed down onto the bed to have her diaper changed.
“Didn’t make it to the bathroom huh?” her mother asked as she un-taped Mimi.
“Um, yeah I did.” She lied, “but this was a different accident…”
“Uh-huh.” It was clear that her mother could see right through the lie and was not convinced. Mimi felt stupid for assuming her mother wouldn’t care about the whole waiting to be changed thing, but she guessed these were slightly different circumstances than usual. It was her own fault for announcing she would use the toilet, and her mother was obviously unaware of her plan so she deserved a little embarrassment.
“Sitting in that diaper can’t have been comfy hun. You know you can always come to be changed sooner if you need it right?” O.k, maybe she didn’t deserve this much embarrassment.
“I – I didn’t notice…” she lied again.
“You were probably too into your game dear, maybe you shouldn’t concentrate on it so much? You can hurt your eyes.”
“Yeah…” Mimi concluded. She didn’t like this conversation much, so she was happy to leave it there and wait for a new diaper.
Returning to her game, Mimi didn’t really feel like she wanted to play anymore. The frozen Kart crash looked particularly bad and she no longer had the heart to fight through more races. Just as she had predicted, having her diaper changed completely ruined her flow. But instead of feeling grateful that a delayed change had granted her a good amount of “in the zone” racing, she suddenly felt like she’d been wasting a lot her evening with nothing to show for it. It was time to call it a night for video games. But not before declaring herself overall champion of course.
The End of Mimis Struggle – Chapter Nine.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index