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I have recently started to write fictional stories that are based on some of the experiences I've had over the past few years. This time I have decided to share something that happened last night and everything is accurate. To start, I am a 28 year old male who wears diapers on occassion because it feels good and honestly, for some reason it really gets me off. I have just started to get into using the diaper for it's intended purpose whiile I'm out, which is completely arousing and nerve wracking at the same time. So, on with last night.

Left work at about 4:30 in the afternoon which made it a 9 hour day and I was tired, cranky and in need of a drink. Let me say up front that I don't hold the liquor so well and tend to get adventurous to say the least. So I hit the local bar in the afternoon- which was bizarre because there were people that had been in there for at least a couple of hours. I had a couple of drinks on an empty stomach and was feeling pretty darn good. I head back to the apartment for a change of clothes and a quick bite to eat before going back out. I grabbed a sandwich and went upstairs to change. I wasn't sure where I'd be heading so I opted for some chinos and a button down. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to get into a diaper before heading out. Not having any disposables, I got out a cloth diaper, some pins, powder and plastic pants. I started laughing to myself as I picked the ones with the prints. So I get the diaper on, pull up the plastic pants and hit the road. The first few steps out the door were awesome. I got a head ruch in both directions simultaneously. I had a bit of a waddle to my normal walk but nothing really noticable or so I thought. I grabbed a cab and went uptown to a supply store that I ordered from a few times. I got to know the woman working there through our phone conversations and she always took the time to wrap the packages of diapers in brown paper so when they were delivered no one would know. I introduced myself to the woman behind the counter and it was her. So, I decided to pretend that I was looking for a trimmer re-usablediaper because, as she could see, the one that I was using was obvious to anyone. The funny part was that she agreed and said maybe it woul dhelp if I wore my shirt untucked. She asked why I wasn't wearing the disposables that I ordered from her. So, I told her that they were for business trips when I didn't have access to a washer dryer. We talked for about twenty minutes and she got out some catalogs with different products. I was leaning on the counter, sticking my butt in the air (because no one was in the store and this woman already knew I was in a diaper) and I felt a little urge to pee. Before I gave myself time to think, I started the flood. The couple of cocktails really helped the flow adn within a few seconds the diaper was sagging. I suddenly felt a trickle down my leg and without thinking said "oh crap." She looked at me as I examined the "damage" and realised that I had just wet my pants. Embarassment doesn't even begin to describe how I felt and I started bumbling over words and talking about how awful this was and how was I going to get home? She told me to relax and she went over to the shelf and grabbed a pack of Tranquility Briefs. She told me to go in the back and get myself changed. There was a bathroom in the back of the storeroom that I found after a minute and I went in and locked the door. I felt like I was going to throw up. I got my composure and unpinned the soaking wet diaper. I tossed the plastic pants in the trash out of disgust and rang out the flannel in the sink. The feeling of paper towels on my ass and the rest of me was less than pleasant but I got cleaned up and put on the diaper she had given me. As I stood there in a button down and diaper with one wet sock on and a pile of wet pants on the floor she knocked on the door and asked me if I was ok. I opened the door the width of my head, and I told her I was but that I had a few issues. For one thing, I didn't have any pants and for another I had a soaking wet diaper that I needed to carry home. She told me she had just the thing and not to worry. She came back with a pair of blue hospital pants. She also had a plastic bag for the wet diaper and pants.

I thanked her profusely and got into the pants. They weren't exactly as baggy as I'd hoped but fuck it, it was time to go. I walked back out into the store with a fresh diaper and new pants on and tried to pay for the blue pants but she had none of it. I thanked her again and left. I hailed a cab and had it drop me behind the apartment building so that I could "sneak" in.

I walked in to see the building manager locking up the electrical room. She looked at me and asked who I was trying to avoid. I told her everyone. She had always been super nice to me so I went ahead and told her what had just happened- How I wet myself and the woman was nice and now I was in this uncomfortable pamper, that I wet, and hospital pants.

She was so cool about it it was crazy. We drank and talked for a few hours aftet I ran upstairs for a fresh diaper. So, in the last 24 hours I have "confessed" to wearing diapers to two people and I feel so much better about life you wouldn't even believe. I saw the building manager late this morning and she asked me how I was feeling and told me to come by tonight. So, in about an hour, I'm going to put on a fresh diaper with a buch of powder and go down to her apartment.

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