Back in the 1980s when I was single, I used to have what I called "diapered weekends" where I'd go out on Friday and stock up on food and beer, tell everyone I knew that I was going to be busy so don't come by, then I'd spend the entire weekend watching TV, movies and sports while wearing nothing but a t-shirt, cloth diapers, and plastic pants. I'd drink and relax and wet my diapers. I wasn't yet into pooping them (fortunately).
I typically did this at least once a month while still enjoying a regular sex life the rest of the time. Once, this had some unplanned circumstances.
I was at the end of a diapered weekend, one where I was not anticipating anyone other than me being in my apartment, so I had my diapers and pail in my bedroom instead of the guest room (where I usually kept all of my diapers, my plastic pants and diaper pail, and usually in the closet). I'd been sleeping in and enjoying my diapers in my waterbed. My remaining dry cloth diapers were stacked up on the dresser, there were pins, plastic pants and a big pink bottle of Baby Magic lotion out in plain view.
It was a Sunday night. I worked the all-night shift and that evening, the time slipped away until it was time to leave and I never got around to washing and putting away my diapers. I figured I’d come home in the morning and wash my wet diapers then.
While at work, one of my friends and his wife stopped by. They’d been out of town and were headed home. They’d been driving for hours, and still had about 200 miles to go when they passed through my town. They were tired and wanted to sleep at my apartment before finishing their trip.
They said they could get a motel room, but it would save them money if they could stay at my place. Also, they were used to sleeping in a waterbed and liked the idea of sleeping in mine instead of a hard, conventional bed in a motel room.
Without thinking about it I said “sure” and handed them the keys. About an hour later I realized “oh hell, they’re in my bedroom where I left my full pail of stinky wet diapers in PLAIN VIEW.” But there was absolutely nothing I could do other than finish my shift then go home when I got off at 6AM. I wasn’t sure if they’d still be there or not, but – assuming that they would be, I was trying to prepare myself for the inevitable: that I’d be asked about and teased about my diapers.
Honestly, though I was scared to death, the idea of my friend’s wife – who could really be an acerbic bitch sometimes – mercilessly humiliating me over my diapers was kind of a turn-on. But, by the time I arrived the next morning they’d gotten up and left. They left a nice “thank you” note taped on the TV but there was no mention of my diapers.
But I’m POSITIVE that they HAD to have seen them and smelled them. When I walked in my bedroom that morning the pail was right there in the middle of the floor and the entire room wreaked of smelly wet diapers! The realization of this was mortally terrifying and extremely exciting at the same time. The thought of them driving home while saying things like “can you believe that he wears DIAPERS?” made me very diaper horny.
So I got some of my wet diapers out of the pail and pinned them back on me, spread out a towel on my bed, stretched out on the bed and got myself off in them while I imagined my friend’s wife humiliating me for being a diaper wearing big baby. Then I finally washed those diapers.
I continued talking to and seeing this friend and his wife on a regular basis for several years until they finally got divorced about five years later. Never once did either of them ever say a word about finding my diapers!