I don't often go out in my diapers and when I do, it's for fun and excitement so I dress in a way that gives me some control over how obvious my diapers are--usually tight sweat pants or shorts with a low-hanging t-shirt. I can raise/lower the bottom of the t-shirt or even stuff it into my sweat pants / shorts depending on how brave I am and how obvious I want my diapers to be. And typically, the longer I'm out doing this the more daring / obvious I get.
For example, once about 15 years ago I decided I wanted to go on a diaper adventure. It was chilly and I was wearing tight, blue sweat pants which made it totally obvious that I was thickly diapered. After getting gas, going to a grocery store, and making a few other stops this way, I ended up going to Wal-Mart—a store I hate except for when I want to be seen in my diapers.
The pharmacy was along the front with aisles perpendicular to it. One of them was baby aisle. When diapered, I love to go to the baby aisle and dawdle around while looking at all the diapers and baby supplies and smelling the wonderful smells. While doing this I looked up and saw that the pharmacist—a fairly attractive lady in her 50s—was staring at me. I went to the next aisle and stuffed the back of my shirt into my plastic pants and pulled them up so they were totally obvious then went back to the baby aisle, looked at the lady pharmacist and smiled. Then I made my way off to another part of the store.
Later I left and decided to get a drink from the machine in front of the store. As I was walking over there I noticed that the lady pharmacist was sitting on a bench near the machine, smoking a cigarette. After buying the drink I looked at her and smiled. She said “It’s a bit chilly for a cold drink!” I said “I know, but I like them even when it’s cold!”
Then, she looked down and I could tell that her eyes were focused directly on my bulging, drooping diapers! She then looked back up, straight into my eyes, with that bemused grin that people (especially women) get when they know you’re wearing diapers, can’t believe it, and are trying not to laugh.
As I drank the soft drink I looked back at her, and for about ten seconds she alternated between looking me in the eyes and taking increasingly long looks at my diapers, grinning, and in her mind I’m sure she was imagining what I looked like without the sweatpants. Finally I said “Well, I need to go. Have a good day!” and turned and walked away.
I got about ten feet from her and decided to put on a show. I then intentionally dropped my keys and bent over to pick them up with my butt facing right at her—this to completely show off my bulging diapers—then turned around, smiled and waved. She was sitting there staring at me and giggling. Needless to say, I went straight home and masturbated to a huge orgasm over this. I’ve had hundreds more thinking about it since.