"Fiiine..."

"Fiiine..." you sigh, strapping on the diaper. "I never have friends over anyways." You try and walk, but you notice that the padding between your legs gives you a little bit of a waddle.

"Good," she replies, and leaves the room, saying, "Dinner is an hour."

Despite the diaper, your day actually continues pretty much as normal. You do homework, eat dinner, and surf the web before going to bed.

And your mom was right: you wake up the next morning to a soaked diaper. Do you tell her, or just do it yourself?