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…

You yawn as you shamble down the stairs, drawn to the kitchen by the alluring scent of freshly brewed coffee. As you enter, you smile as you notice both your lovely wives preparing breakfast, their thick diapered behinds on full display for all the world to see.

You briefly wonder if you are infact the luckiest man in the world, being married to not just one, but two beautiful woman who also shared your love for diapers. You first met Laura on a fetish dating site, the lovely brunet looking even more gorgeous in person than in her profile photo once the two of you had finally met face to face. It was practically love at first sight, an barely a day went by that you would wake up to find your adorable baby girl with a wet diaper. By the time the wedding came around, Lauren was now completely incontinent, hiding a thick diaper beneath her dress that made your loins hot just thinking back to that day.

However, after almost a year of marriage, you started to notice that your sex-life was starting to become… stale. You still loved each other even more than the day you had first met, that much hadn’t changed, but a certain spark had dwindled and gone out when you weren’t looking. When trying new things ended up yielded little results, you both decided on a rather radical idea: perhaps it was time to add a new addition to their happy little family.

And thus, you started looking online for a second potential partner. Like a hunter on the prowl, Laura had sniffed out a rather promising lead in little Trisha, a shy girl who blushed at the mere mention of the word “diaper”, despite her endearing love for them. Getting her to open up proved rather difficult at first, but in just a few weeks, Laura had built up a solid friendship with Trisha and decided it was time to bring you into the picture and let her in on your little plan. Trisha was shocked, to say the least, blushing redder than a tomato as you filled her in on wanting to “adopt” her into their family as a second partner. Ultimately, you made it clear that this was her decision in the end, and whatever she chose they would still remain friends in the end.

Stuttering, Trisha had asked for a few days to think it over. Two days later, Trish had made up her mind and thus your family of two became three.

Sneaking up behind the pair, you reach down and pat the seat of Trisha’s diaper, causing the woman to let out a squeak as you note that she was still dry. While Trisha had been apprehensive at first of giving up her potty training like Laura and wearing diapers full-time, she had slowly been making in learning how to let go and use her diapers like a good girl, so you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you had a fresh diaper to change.

Judging by the smell from your other lovely wife, there was already one diaper in desperate need of a change, but that could wait until after breakfast

“Good morning,” You say as you give a quick kiss to each woman’s cheek. “How are my two lovely diaper girls doing today?”

They both giggle, snuggling up next to you as all three of you join together in a hug. As they do, Laura leans over and whispers, “I need a change, daddy…” into your ear, making your heart skip a beat.

“I… I…” Not wanting to be left out, Trisha tensed up slightly as a noticeable hissing sound filled the air while her previously white diaper turned a bright yellow. Blushing in that adorable way she did, she said, “I… I need a change too, daddy…”

Kissing them both again, you say, “Come on then, let’s get you two cleaned up so we can enjoy this lovely day together.” As you lead them towards the living room for a change, you say, “So… how do you two feel about going out for a picnic today? I hear it’s going to be pretty windy today, and I bought those new short skirts I think you’ll enjoy…”

At the Incontinent Institute, the students aren’t the only ones learning to embrace their inner child and to love and use their diapers. The teachers as well undertake the same courses to make themselves as incontinent as their students. 

Take Mrs. Mcclellan for example, as the head for the Department of Un-Potty Training, she has a responsibility to be a good role model towards her students, and as such her uniform is a see-through plastic that does nothing to hide the thick, and often used diaper taped around her bottom. This measure was actually introduced by Mrs. Mcclellan herself, as a means of reinforcing the idea in her students that they shouldn’t be ashamed of their diapers and should use them openly like her, as she grunts and drops a mess into the seat of her diaper each morning during lessons without hesitation.

With such dedicated teachers , it’s no wonder that the Incontinent Institute has a 99.8% success rate of taking fully trained students and turning them into fully incontinent, diaper dependants by graduation. 

So if using the toilet is too hard or too inconvenient, or if you just long for returning to the days of you youth, then sign up for the Incontinent Institute today! But hurry, because classes are filling up even faster than our students diapers!   

You are a baby, and babies use their diapers like good girls…”

You slowly drift off to sleep, listening to the soothing sounds of your mother’s voice over her monitor.

“You feel your bowels filing… filling… filling more until you’re ready to explode…”

A brief frown appeared on you face as you indeed felt full, wiggling your thickly diapered behind to try and get comfortable.

“You are a baby, and babies use their diapers life good girls… so use your diapers and show me how much of a good girl you are…”

With a grunt, you begin to push, the pressure in your bowels decreasing as you loudly filled your diapers, the diapers sagging heavily under the sheer weight of your mess. Now relieved, you drift off once more to dream land.

“That’s my good baby girl… my sweet baby girl uses her diapers… forever… and ever…”

Babies need frequent diaper checks, that is a fact. This is especially true when your baby has the body of a full grown woman, like sweet like Lucy here.

When she had started (very reluctantly) her new life as a giant baby, Lucy would cry and cry the moment her diaper was so much as damp, let alone when she filled it. Now, after weeks and weeks of gradual regression and positive reinforcement, Lucy doesn’t so much as pause when she drops a load into her diapers, happy to play with her blocks and toys while wagging her sagging bottom behind her. 

Thus, it is up to Mommy to ensure her baby not only wears only the thickest of diapers for her sweet bottom, but that she frequently checks whether her baby is wet or messy, no matter how public a situation they me be in.