She has an incident

Emma finally comes home one evening with a pack of adult diapers—her size, pink, and a little thick. She asks you to help her put them on, and you accept this fatherly role without hesitation. She lies down on the couch, and you help her put on her first adult diaper.

Emma then puts on a pair of shorts, but of course they’re well-padded because of the diaper. You love watching her walk around the apartment a little clumsily, waddling along. The constant rustling of the diaper keeps reminding her of what she’s wearing, but you reassure her and tell her just how cute she is. She feels comfortable wearing this diaper, so she eventually falls asleep peacefully in your arms.
In the morning, she seems a little embarrassed when she realizes what she’s wearing. So she changes into regular clothes and heads off to work. But not before drinking another smoothie.
The days go by. And you have her wear a diaper every evening—and thus every night—which she takes off in the morning. The following weekend, since there’s no need to go to work, you have her wear it a little longer. After a while, she needs to go to the bathroom. And yet you tell her that everything’s fine, that she can trust you, and that you’re there for her—she can just let it go, and that’s what it’s for !

Since she seems so uncomfortable, you pick her up, but you reassure her that she can let it all out safely and that everything will be okay. So she finally lets out a long stream into her big diaper, which swells and swells even more. Emma buries her face in her hands out of embarrassment, but you think she’s so cute. So you praise her and tell her how much you love her and that she should be proud of her progress.