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Got my pants peeing in yesterday since it was laundry day.

Deposit Anxiously I smooth the front of my white blouse. My hands brush against the waistband of my ABU Bunnyhopps. The tall plastic stretching just above my navy pencil skirt. I’d put the damn thing on last night for bed only to wake up late- too late to put on big girl underwear for work… At least I was dry. My nerves were fried after stealthily clocking in and making my way to the teller line. The crinkle was like a roar in my ears. And I almost passed out upon seeing the outline of the padding on my skirt while passing a full-length mirror. But I made it; I was more or less safe. My counter was a little above waist height. The cubicle had walls around the side and back that mostly cut off my peers from a peek at my padded butt. Tell that to the beads of sweat building around my forehead, though. As a sense of calm starts to ease in, an unfortunate realization hits. In the panicked rush I’d found myself in, I had neglected certain… Morning needs. Something a twinge in my bladder was presently reminding me. “H-Hello, h-how can I help y-you today?” Before I could escape and somehow take care of my problem, a slightly older woman much taller than myself had appeared in my line. My legs shake below the counter, doing their best impression of a “potty dance”. The sharp-eyed beauty gives me a smile. “Hello dear, could you do a deposit for me?” My mind goes blank; the ground beneath my feet threatening to open up and swallow me whole. How!? She knows? She knows!? There’s no way! She- She wants me to-? Reflexively my hand drops down to the front of my skirt, checking that she didn’t get a peek from either above or below. The bulk between my legs feels massive in this moment… “W-What?” “A deposit, can you do that for me?” Never before have I felt so small in front of someone. The blankness of my mind begins fogging up around the edges. It’s all I can do to keep my thumb out of my mouth. She… doesn’t want me to have an accident in my d-diapie in front of her… At work… R-Right? The anxiety, bodily desperation, regressive headspace, and demand from a pretty lady compound together and sweep me away. It’s too much, my brain is absolutely fried. “Du-Duhposit…” I murmur from behind the thumb planted in my mouth. “Oh dear.” The woman looks down at me in surprise as my buckling knees finally acquiesce and bend. My free hand grabs onto the counter for support. Without needing to push an audible hiss fills the air between us as the hustle and bustle of the bank continues around us. Ignorant of the spectacle I was presenting to this random woman. “Aaah~” A relieved sigh escapes my pacified mouth. The babyish warmth between my legs is unbearable. Formerly crisp padding sags lower and lower. Humiliation burns my face beneath the haze. If I focused too hard, I’d lose myself entirely to these feelings. I-I’m a grown woman… I’mma b-big girl, and yet… P-Potty…  As the flow stops, I start to mentally pull myself together. Though not fully there. A nudge would tip me back over into an infantile abyss. It’s a struggle to return to my full height; but I do so with a thumb still in my mouth as I meet the customer’s eye. An unsure waddle in my gait. “C-Can I do anyfin’ ewse for oo today?” I say while fidgeting under her grown up gaze. Futilely attempting to tug my skirt down and over my ruined Bunnyhopps. The woman chuckles, reaching over the counter to gently pat my head. “I was hoping you could deposit this.” She slides the check clutched in her free hand between us. All I can do is suck harder on my thumb in response. My face couldn’t get more crimson. “Aw It’s okay! You can help me with that in a minute, sweetie...” A wave of relief washes over me. I can move past this! I can be a big girl! “Before that why don’t I help my little teller freshen up on the changing table~” Her words push me over the edge. My adult mind crashes in on itself. I am a big girl no more. --- Inspired by @Pumpkprince_ss on Twitter

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You are wise to be cognizant of her feelings about the potential for public exposure, and to manage that discretely, so that realizes that she doesn't have to worry about it. My wife had concerns about that, as well, starting out - she would ask me to choose a slimmer diaper, if we were going to her parents' house, for example. Now, seven years later, we have been all over the place, on vacations, work events, weddings, funerals, and she doesn't think about it anymore, because she knows I manage it.  That's sweet that she chose a powder for you; my wife doesn't "participate", either, but she will buy me diaper cream, and baby powder - I had to ask her at one point to hold off on buying powder, because she'd heard that they were going to stop selling it (which is not the case in Canada, at least for the cornstarch versions), so she bought like half a dozen of them. She also once, hilariously, bought me a package of some store brand knockoff of a Tena "breathable" diaper, because they were on sale for a really good price - which was very cute, but they were awful diapers. I also once asked her to pack an overnight bag for me, because my parents were having a medical emergency that was going to keep me away overnight, and she put a couple of diapers in the bag for me, which was very thoughtful, but she grabbed whatever was at the top of my diaper drawer, which mean I had two giant, printed ABDL diapers to choose from. I chuckled and did not voice a complaint, when I looked in the bag, hours later at the hotel. Although I would probably have gone with something "medium weight" for the daytime portion of that mission. 

Interesting. - Image limit hasn't changed, but you were at 91% of your global limit, so you might have been hitting that wall. Upped your limit.