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I typically wear a large but I found that I had to downsize to a medium with the MegaMax because the large didn’t seal well around the legs. A workaround was to either tape the lower tapes below the reusable tape zone or to use additional packing tape at the leg gathers.

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Wow. Beautiful. I love the imagination that goes behind this. 

So more capacity than 5t-6t? For sure want to try these. Interesting the main website doesn't mention this size. But neither does Easy-Ups apparently.

PART 21: GOODNIGHT PANTS FOR TOM     I slowly woke up, lying curled up with my hands between my legs. There was that feeling of being thickly padded, the pjs stretched tight over my bottom. While I was still thinking about what had happened, my mother was in the room. She thought I was still asleep, woke me up, gently pulled back the blanket, and ran her hand first over the mattress and then into my pajama pants. She felt my thick bottom to check.   Once again, my bed was dry in the morning, as were my diaper pants. Once again, I was praised as I got undressed. “Such a big boy! Your diaper is completely dry again! Very, very good Tom.“ She helped me out of bed. I stood there with my legs slightly apart. My pajamas had slipped down a bit. The edge of my diaper pants was clearly visible. Together with the thick package between my legs, I felt like a baby. My mother explained again how good it was that I was so “good at using the potty.”   I decided to take advantage of the situation and tentatively asked her, “One more dry night and I can wear pull-ups to bed? Right, Mom?” She smiled as she looked at my thick pants. “Yes, that's right, we can be very proud.” My joy was short-lived. "But it's just one of Laura's panties left. Would you like to buy some?“ I felt embarrassed. ”Can't you buy them for me, Mom?“ She replied as I had expected: ”No, you know how it works. I'll take you there and come with you, but you'll have to choose and buy them yourself, young man. I think that might help you break this habit soon." Standing there with my legs spread, my pajama pants around my knees, my mother in front of me, unbuttoning my diaper, I was in no position to negotiate. She pulled the plastic pants with the dry diapers out from between my legs and checked everything carefully once more. “Everything really stayed dry!” She handed me the clothes diapers. “You know what to do. Please hang the plastic pants on the cloth line to air and put the diapers in the laundry. Then brush your teeth.” I quickly pulled my pajama pants back up and went to the bathroom with „my night protection“ “If you want, I'll pick you up from school at lunchtime and I drive you to the store with the two nice ladies and we ask there. Laura got hers from there too. Do you want that?”   Of course, I didn't want to go back in there and stand in front of the sales assistants again as a bedwetter and explain everything. But I prefer pull-ups to being diapered. “Yes,” I reply sheepishly. “And can I have underwear again today? Boxer shorts? We have gym class.” “Okay, then I'll pick you up from school and we'll go together. When you're done in the bathroom, we'll meet in my room and see what we have for you,” was her answer. She called after me, “And if you don't want to smell like baby powder all day at school, you'd better take a shower!”    I tried to leave the house as early as possible so I wouldn't run into Clara from across the street. Yesterday, she must have seen me hanging up my “old bedding.” Even if her mother didn't tell her about the conversation with my mother, it must be slowly becoming clear to her what going on in my room night after night. I wanted to avoid her snide remarks.    Shortly after noon, my mother arrived at the school in her car. I got in and, after the usual greetings, my mother drove off. “I brought this last panties you still have, for comparison. If there are any questions, you can use them to explain what you need.” With that, she handed me the last of Laura's pull-ups. Until then, I had hoped that I would only have to go to the store with her and that my mother would do the talking while I stood by, feeling a little embarrassed. But now I knew that my mother was leaving me to deal with this whole embarrassing situation on my own for “educational” reasons. My cousin's pull-up were pink, like all the others I had already used up. These had a unicorn design on the front.  I would have been so embarrassed to unpack them and show them, so I decided to put them in my pocket and hopefully not need them. We stopped near the store. In front of the door, I hesitated once more: “Mom, do I really have to explain everything again?” "If you stay dry tonight, you can sleep tomorrow night without diapers and just with one of these nice pull-ups. I'll check to make sure it fits properly, and I may have to put a diaper on you if you haven't used the potty properly in the evening, you can put it on yourself and you won't be changed. If you don't have any pull-ups, we'll have to keep using diapers. Your decision.“   I was convinced, and we entered the store. I immediately recognized the 16-year-old girl who seemed to have only been working there for a short time. I remembered her name. It was Karin. Again, she seemed so familiar to me. However, her boss wasn't there today, but two other colleagues were.  Everyone's attention immediately turned to us.  “Hello, how can I help you?” the young woman asked, looking at my mother. She stayed near the door and nudged me forward by the shoulder. Unsure, I walked up to the desk.  "Oh, I know you, you were here earlier this week. You're Tom. Are you feeling better with the... I mean, you're not wearing any ‘panties’ today.“ I blushed and stammered, ”I only wear them at night. Not during the day..." She leaned forward and said confidentially, “But last time you were wearing those old diaper pants.” She winked. Even more blood rushed to my head. “Do you need another pair of these pants?” She had already turned around and picked one of the boxes out of the shelf. The other two saleswomen looked at me in surprise. As she continued talking, the plastic pants lay unpacked on the table. “But we only have them in yellow now. You got the last white one we had, last time.” The two colleagues looked at me with surprise. The customer who one of them was serving and her approximately 9-year-old daughter now looked over at me too.   “No, I'd like some pull-up panties,” I tried very quietly.  “So without snaps?” “No, there are some where the diap... where everything is in one piece,” I tried very quietly. “Are they for daytime use? I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean,” she whispered back.    “Or do you want Pampers?” She immediately placed a box on the table. “These might even fit you. Shall we try them on again?” I looked desperately at my mother, and the young saleswoman also glanced at her briefly. She gave us a little nod to indicate that I could do it myself. The second saleswoman interrupted her conversation with the lady and her daughter. Slowly and in a friendly voice, she spoke to me as one would speak to a kindergarten child: “What do you need them for? For the night? To keep your bed dry? Or for the day, because you sometimes have ‘accidents’ during the day too?” Now all attention was focused on me. Even that of the customer next to us and her child.   “Both,” I replied shyly and cautiously. I didn't dare lie, since my mother was standing behind me. With an uncertain voice, I tried to explain it as correctly as possible. In doing so, I probably went into too much detail unnecessarily. But under the pressure, I was confused and had to collect my thoughts first. The saleswoman looked at me sympathetically as I continued stammering.  “If I stay dry for a few days, ... well, at night, then I don't need to wear diapers anymore, my mother said. I mean, not real ones. But I have to wear this „protection panties“ for school kids at night, just to be on the safe side,” I said blushing again. “But I don't need them during the day! Only very rarely...” I looked up at my mother. They still didn’t understand. „I mean, if I wet the bed a lot, then I get a diaper during the day too. But I'm allowed to wear one of those“, I went mir in detail, pulling out Laura's pull-ups. “Oh, the Pampers for bedwetters, the ‘good night panties,’” the third saleswoman rescued me. “They're brand new.” She placed a small pack for girls on the sales counter. “Is this what you want? Let me see the panties you brought with you. Ahh, they're even the same size.” The pack was pink, with girly designs. “Do you have them for boys too?” I asked shyly.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the young saleswoman smile. I think she saw how embarrassed I was and felt sorry for me. “Yes, they also come in blue and with cool soccer players on them. But unfortunately, I don't have any of those,” said the saleswoman, who still had her hand on the package. She apologized to my mother. “This is the only pack we have at the moment. We always have to order them. This one wasn't picked up. Shall we order a few packs for boys?” “Yes, please could you please order two packages for my son, thank you very much,” my mother said, now taking action. “If you give us your phone number, I'll call you when the... when the ‘goodnight pants’ are in,” the young woman said to my mother. My mother thanked her and dictated our phone number, which the saleswoman wrote down on the prepared order. The other customer was also served again.  Meanwhile, my mother had the yellow plastic pants in her hand, stretched them a little, and checked the cuffs. “Look, Tom, they look just like the diaper pants you wore as a baby.” I felt myself getting hot again. “And then a few years later...,” she added in a caring voice. “Do you remember?” She placed the pants on the counter between us, as if to help with my memory. “Exactly the same color, the wide cuffs, just like back then. You called them ‚baby pants‘.” She smiled. Now my face was probably bright red again. I knew why I didn't want to be with her when she did this kind of “shopping.” The young saleswoman started to clear the deck by putting everything back, but my mother stopped her. “Please leave the plastic panties there. I think a second pair wouldn't be a bad idea.”   I looked at my mother in disbelief. “Mom!” was all I could manage to say, shocked. “Tommy, you hardly had a dry night last week, and it's already happened twice in one night.” I wanted nothing more than to disappear into a rabbit hole. “But...” She cut me off. “But, but, but... Are we starting this again? It looks like you'll be wearing diapers for a longer time. This time, we're not stopping too early! I want you to wake up with dry diapers for at least a month before we consider trying without them.” “But that's...” “Tommy, that's enough.” All I actually wanted to say was that the “new rules” I had received the day before yesterday stipulated that I had to wear diapers for only two weeks and be dry for one week before I could sleep without diapers again. “People are watching. And if we can't agree right away, we'll put diapers on you during the day too.” The young girl at the sales counter looked at me and smiled. I couldn't tell if it was meant to be understanding, caring, reproachful, or mocking. But it seemed to me that she understood my embarrassment about all this. At the same time, she opened another box.  “These diapers are a different product. They are for older children, but they come in different sizes than the ones you bought last time. These are the smallest and slightly smaller than the ones you already have. The next size up is a little bigger than the last one. Which ones would you like?” She laid them on top of each other on the glass table. Again, the girl glanced at me briefly. My embarrassment at this presentation was surely written all over my face. My mother examined both pants. “The waistbands are slightly wider. The pants come up a little higher at the bottom.” The saleswoman, who had seemed a little unsure during our last visit, was now perfectly trained and seemed to know all the stuff about bedwetters. They are particularly good for children who wet themselves more heavily, perhaps more often in a row, and who may not wake up right away.” My mother had made her decision. “We'll take the slightly larger ones. We'll use them with an extra diaper in cases he doesn't go properly to the toilet in the evening,” she told the saleswoman. "The plastic is also a little thicker. It may rustle a little more, but it's also more durable. The snaps are also a little tighter. It's ideal for boys! Who sleep more restlessly." She glanced over at me again briefly. I lowered my eyes.   While my mother was paying, I heard the other customer say to her daughter:    “Elli! Listen carefully, if you wet your bed again, we'll have. the same solution like they have for the big boy. We'll get you some diapers too. Then you will sleep like a baby. Until it stops.” Now the girl's face was red and she looked up at her mother fearfully.  I quickly looked down at the floor in embarrassment and pretended I hadn't noticed. The plastic pants were awkwardly packed back into the box. “Do you need a bag?” asked the young saleswoman kindly. My mother said no and past the box into my hand. “Here, Tom. These are yours. Put them in your closet with the other things you need for the night.” “Don't forget the goodnight pants you brought with you.” The young saleswoman also handed me the pull-ups I had “inherited” from Laura.   As we were leaving, I heard the sales assistants explain to the other mother: "...yes, we call them ‘goodnight pants’. Older boys in particular are embarrassed when they have to wear ‘diaper pants’. It's more often boys who need some ‚protection, like this again... Yes, it happens all the time. Especially at the end of the school year, and lots of them come after the holidays when school starts again...  ..it might be a result of stress. …We'll add them to our range now. You can see they sell well... I was glad to be out of the store. In the car, with the box of new plastic pants in my hands, I tried again. “Mom, why do I need another pair of these... these pants? I don't need any more because it doesn't happen anymore...” "Tom, are we starting this again? You've had two dry nights now. No more than two! And if you manage it again, you can wear these pretty goodnight pants I just ordered. But if they get wet, we'll go back to diapers. And it's good to have a spare pair! Especially if I don't want my to wake you up every night and place on on your potty chair." She said this in a reproachful tone. “The ones from Laura that we have as a spare, in case the others are in the laundry, already smell very strong,” she continued. “Besides, this new ones look so cute. Just like your diapers when you were a little kid. I'm sure you remember...” I blushed. I knew what she meant. She continued. “The ones I kept in my closet. Do you remember?” I remained silent. “At some point, you discovered them there and kept secretly taking them out.” Now my head was probably bright red. Nervously, I turned the box of diapers in my hands. “I even caught you with them a few times. It was very embarrassing for you. You were already a ‘big boy’,” she laughed. “They look exactly the same.” She pointed to the package I was holding in my hands. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. “Don't you remember? You were already attending school...” she continued.  The memories came flooding back. Those embarrassing moments were clearly in front of me. She reached over to me, opened the box with one hand, and spread the diaper pants out in front of me.  “Look at the wide edges that showed when you wore underwear over them. And they also stuck out at the top of your pajamas. „You called them ‚Baby pants‘.