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Hi all. I've been wondering something. For those of you who started out continent, but have achieved incontinence through untraining, how long did it take you to achieve involuntary loss or urine or poo after you started untraining? Please vote in the poll. My vote goes to `While not technically incontinent or diaper dependent, I do experience "post void dribble"`. Thank you for your responses!

I was finally done with finals, and winter break was here, time for relaxation, and not having to study for anything, no tests, no projects, no anything but relaxing with my boyfriend. And of course that meant one thing; lots and lots of diapers. We both loved them. It was a huge coincidence when we found out about or shared interest, but it made us all the more perfect for each other, and I never would have moved in with him so fast if it weren't the perfect excuse to have somewhere for the two of us to wear diapers whenever we wanted. I pull into a parking spot at our apartment complex, and get out, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I trudge up the steps to our apartment, fishing my key out of the tight pockets on my jeans, and unlocking the door. As soon as I'm inside I sling my backpack off onto the ground beside the couch, hopefully to leave it there for a month, and kick off my shoes. I close the door, then unbutton my tight jeans and slide them down my legs, wiggling my way out of them, as I reveal the childish cotton padded training panties My boyfriend had gotten me as a joke gift a while ago. He never expected me to start wearing them so frequently, and at first I hadn't either, but I loved joking about needing them "just in case". It was one of a bunch of little things that had started "jokingly" and had become more and more serious as we both just kept doing them. Like the "No pants in the house" rule, I had jokingly suggested, and had slowly become practice. Both of us were more Diaper Lovers than Adult Babies, or ageplayers, but I did have little things that I liked that fell more into the AB category than DL. I debate going ahead and changing into the first diaper of many that I'd wear over the break, or waiting for my boyfriend to get home. I argued it back and forth for a bit, before deciding to wait for him, it always felt better to have someone else change you. I flop down on the couch, and turn on the TV, booting up the PS4 to load up Netflix, and look for something to watch while I waited. I find myself just drifting back to an old sitcom I had probably watched a hundred times by now, and sigh. I settle down for a bit, and then decide I just don't want to be wearing a bra anymore. I slip my hands inside my shirt, and unfasten it, then slip my arms inside to slip out of the shoulder straps, and finally fish the black satin and lace piece of fashion torture out of the front of my shirt, tossing it aside. I settle back down with a satisfied sigh. I relax on the couch in just my shirt, socks, and panties, watching the familiar show. Already knowing most of the lines before they're said, causes my mind to start to wander, and bring up interesting ideas. for the thousandth time I think about going full time in diapers, and not just going 24/7 but unpotty training myself so that I'd have to rely on them no matter what. It seemed like a crazy idea, a pipe dream, yet it was an idea I just couldn't seem to shake. I'd talked about it with my boyfriend a few times even. It was so crazy that it couldn't be the right thing to do right? Being unable to stop wetting myself, and probably starting to poop myself as well. There was no way that would stay completely private. I would't just be able to wait to go to the bathroom anymore, rather I'd have to go whenever my body needed to, or else just sit in my mess. It had to be more inconvenient. Yet the idea of my body just going, being unable to control it at all, perhaps just getting so used to it that I wouldn't notice I was going unless someone pointed out to me that I was already wet. It gave me a thrill like nothing else I could imagine. I passed the idea back and forth in my head until I realized that this wasn't just going to go away. I needed to do this, and I needed help. I resolved that I'd talk to my boyfriend when he got home, and let him know that I wanted to untrain, and if he was willing, I wanted him to untrain with me.