Emma fidgeted and squirmed in her chair, crossing her legs tightly as she tried to keep it together. Here she was, on a date with a handsome guy she’d met at a bar, and her bladder was being as uncooperative as ever. Especially after that third glass of wine…

“Are… are you alright?” Her date asked. “You look kinda—”

“I’ll… I’ll be right back!” In a flash, Emma bolted from her seat and rushed to the bathroom, loudly slamming the door closed behind her as she fumbled to pull her pants down. “Come on, come on,,,”

Too late.

Emma gasped as she felt a warmth in her crotch, finally managing to pull her pants down enough to get a look at the diaper she wearing, a diaper that was quickly sagging from her accident. She desperately pressed her hand to the front of her diaper in a futile attempt to make it stop. Oh, she n=knew this was a bad idea! What would her date think if he knew she was a grown woman who still wore diapers?

She was about to find out, as she heard gentle knocking against the bathroom door and her date ask, “Are you all right in there?” As she heard the door handle turn, she felt a terrible stirring in her bowels, biting her lip as she unwillingly grunted and pushed…