It is kind of funny to run into this post, I just posted in another part of the discussion page about being caught in diapers at a tiki bar
Having been required to wear diaper due to urinary incontinent for over 20 years, I have gotten used to wearing diapers and don’t overly worry about who notices the fact that I am diapered, in fact I make the best of the fact that I have to wear diapers. Most of the time, I am in a Dry 24/7 or cloth diaper and plastic pants with just shorts and a T shirt on.
This past weekend, weather was beautiful in Florida and I decided to go to a local tiki bar on the Intercoastal Waterway. I applied a good coat of baby lotion followed by a dusting of baby powder and changed into one of my thick and trusty dry 24/7 with blue carousel nursery print plastic pants covered by cargo shorts and a T shirt.
When I arrived, the place was packed and parking was hard to find. I stepped up to the bars, said my hellos and ordered a drink. I have to say, the first one went down easily and I had forgot or ignored the fact I was in such a thick diaper when I went for another drink. I was just over a half through with the second one when a friend Rachel walked up to the bar. Every time I see her, she is always happy and full of life. I have to say had it been in different times I would have made a move for her. She greeted everyone with a hug and a kiss as I went back about my business of relaxing and people watching. About that time, Rachel came up to me and asked where her hug was as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "you smell nice baby" I only heard baby and blushed as she patted me on my bottom and whispered "you might need a change soon."
I stood there blushing and scared wondering how she figured out I was wearing diapers. I started to worry that she might tell everyone as she walk
ed away towards the bathroom. I thought to myself, what I would say next and how I would explain my overly thick diapers due to incontinence to this beautiful women.
I saw her coming back out of the bathroom and head straight towards me. She walked up and looked at me and said, “I always wondered why you had such a cute puffy bottom and hardly ever went to the bathroom. She continued with her curiosity and asked if I was really in a diaper as she lifted the hem of my shirt, squeezed my thick diaper and patted my plastic pants. Hoping no one was watching, I replied, obviously I was and I asked if she wouldn't tell anyone. She told me “It will be our little secret for now.”
I told her I was incontinent from an accident and had to wear diapers. She continued to lift my shirt and pull my shorts out, when she noticed my blue nursery print plastic pants sticking out the top of my shorts and asked “why are you wearing baby pants then?” I told her, they are not baby pants, they are just plastic pants. She laughed and said,” I’ve never seen an adult in baby blue plastic pants with little characters on them, so they must be baby pants!” I pulled my shirt back down and asked her to stop as someone may be watching.
She continued to ask "do you use your diapers for their intended purpose? Do you need to go right now? Do you need a change yet? I was floored, a little embarrassed and nervous all at the same time. By the time she was done asking her questions I noticed drinks had gone into effect on me and I had to pee adding to my already wet diaper. I couldn't lie to her now about using my diaper so I told her I did have to go and I do use them for what they are made for. I added, “in fact, I am already wet.” She giggled and got a huge smile on her face.
Some people, heard and saw what she was doing, but luckily no one I knew heard every word or saw her checking my diaper. We stood out at the tiki bar saying hi to friends as she kept patting my diapered bottom and listening to it crinkle all the time smiling at me. She whispered in my ear, “You know your loving it, I can see your diaper starting to poke out in the front,” she was right, I was loving it!
By this time, I had enough to drink and was thoroughly soaked. I told Rachel I had to go home and change as I did not bring a spare on with me. Once again, she pulled the back of my shorts out to perform a diaper check as I prayed no one was looking. She snickered, patted my bottom again and said, “I think somebody has a very wet diaper and needs his little diaper changed.” I paid my bill as well as Rachel’s. I turned to say goodbye to her as she gave me a hug and squeezed the back of my diaper while saying “you better bring spare diapers with you next time or I will tell everyone what a sissy diaper boy you are!” I quickly walked away thinking what had I got myself into this time?