[. There’s nothing my wife/mommy likes better than being out at the mall and having me wet my diaper until it leaks and soaks my pants making it completely obvious that I’m wearing diapers. Sometimes when my diaper leaks and soaks my pants she will take me to a family bathroom and change my diaper and since my pants are wet she will make me wear just a diaper and then she will march me through the mall with my diaper on full display as a punishment for wetting my pants.[/quote]
My wife and I always go together when we go shopping. She takes my diaper bag with us because she knows how much I love to potty in my diapers when we are out and about and around other people. Like you I do wet a lot when we are out, it feels so good when I pee around others and no one other than my wife knows what I'm doing. I try not to leak though, and my wife does check the condition of my diapers frequently when we are out, in case I need to be changed. She has ended up changing my diapers several times while we were shopping. Family type restrooms are best for us, since they are roomy, often have a counter or table large enough for me to lay on so she can change me. I only wear cloth diapers that she pins on me, so its nice to have enough room for her to unpin my diapers, wipe and powder me and pin a fresh diaper on. Mostly we have been able to do this in private but at least a few times she's had to take me to the ladies room to change me and sometimes another lady has come in while she was changing me, wanted to know why I was there and my wife ends up telling that I wet my diapers so much that she had to change me and apologized on my behalf, explaining, with considerable exasperation that I'm not potty trained. She knows how much I enjoy being embarrassed and humiliated for being a diaper lover. My wife has one store where she loves to go for clothes and she has saleswoman who always helps her when she's there. A few years ago while we were there, my diapers started to leak, my wife noticed and asked her saleswoman if they had somewhere she could change my diapers, explained that I wore diapers all the time, that I had wet them while we were shopping and needed to be changed. The saleswoman expressed her sympathy, but my wife told her there is nothing wrong with me, I just like wearing diapers, but that she was OK with it since I was such great guy otherwise. Then she showed her saleswoman my diapers bag with extra diapers and the saleswoman showed us to their private restroom where I could be changed. She unlocked the room, led us inside and asked my wife if there was anything she could do to help. I was actually a little disappointed when my wife told her no, that she'd changed my diapers so many times she could do it blindfolded. By the time my wife had helped me take my trousers off and pulled down my rubber pants, I had a hard on which she noticed of course and teased me while she unpinned my wet diapers. When she removed the front of my diaper revealing my erect wee-wee, she smiled and told me to tell her what I wanted mommy to do now. I smiled and told her "mommy can you help me?" A few minutes later, she finished, wiped and powdered me, pinned a fresh diaper on and pulled up my rubber pants, opened the door and asked her saleswoman what she thought of her little man wearing his diapers and rubber pants. I tried to cover up while I reached for my trousers but I'm sure she saw my diapers and rubber pants.
I spent another hour with her helping my wife try on clothes and decide what to buy. Her saleswoman kept glancing at me, looking at my diaper area and I'm sure wondering if I had wet again. At the end, after deciding what to buy, the saleswoman asked my wife if she needed to check my diapers again before we left and my wife told her no, it could wait until we got home. As we were leaving I felt the saleswoman's hand on my diaper covered bottom squeeze my diapers as she told me what lucky guy I was to have a girl like my wife willing to put up with me. I smiled and told her "I know".