Allison pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant, hopping out of the car. At this point, she had used her diaper to the point of having the brain capacity of a middle schooler. She looked around, and pulled her yoga pants up gently as she locked the car and began walking to the front door.
On the walk over, a nearby man notices her diaper. Almost immediately, a diaper appears under his clothes and he grows dumber and dumber as he sits down on the ground outside, babbling to himself, drooling. Allison didn’t even notice the man, nor would she care. It’s the diaper doing it’s job!
Allison walked inside and spotted her friends at a nearby table, waving them down and prancing over. Her friends, Carrie, Amelia, and Catherine, all didn’t her diaper for the time being. Allison and her friends talked to each other for a little while without anything too big happening…
That was until…