I've bunked in more places than you could imagine. The thing is, unless you're a dick, everybody forms a bond with each other. Nobody likes a dick, they often have accidents. And there are no secrets in the barracks, or aboard ship. One buddy happened to notice I was diapering up. He didn't even ask why, but he said, HEY, I wear diapers too at night, I wanna show you what I wear, see what you think. This is how buddies are. They'd give you a kidney, their left nut, or anything to help you if you were in trouble.
The next step was inevitable. Joey traded two diapers with me, so we could compare performance. Mine easily won. "I pissed my brains out and the darn thing still wouldn't leak!"
"Don't feel bad, your diapers suck." "Well after wearing yours, I can see why you say that." His diapers really did suck. couldn't hold much.
I just arrived at some airport bar and guess who walks in? Joey and I hugged each other, while hugging I could tell he was diapered up. "I think you must come over to my place so that I may examine you."
"Oh yes sir, it is good of you to take the time." "Joey, don't foul this up, everybody knows I am a mean bastard, so just go with that."
We managed to survive the trip to the Marriott from the airport. Tips all around of course. We both stripped and got in the shower. We dried off and I sensually put Joey in the latest model diapers and them thoroughly fastened them on with duct tape. Then plastic pants, just in case. He did the same for me.