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I just wish they opened a warehouse in Europe. They have resellers, but why should I buy Northshore when there are other just as good or even better options for same price.  Printed ABDL diapers cost the same as plain Northshore. 

I wear ABDL diaper with 1-3 inserts outside almost every day.  Touching myself and it feels noticeable, but I only see the outline when I bend over, and never gotten comments. And I don't care if strangers see it.  Also illegal to upload video of other people here, and somewhat illegal for pictures. 

Soon going to bed for the win!

Sorry @mckenna90085 but we do all convo on here to keep it safe.  

Hi 👋 everybody. Welcome to my latest story titled, On Deck. This story follows Ryder on his very first cruise. He's traveling to Avalon, home of the Amazons. Along the way he will meet other characters and some adventures will be had. Hope you all enjoy.    Chapter 1: Ryder sat cross-legged on the worn carpet of his tiny apartment bedroom, staring at the half-packed duffel bag in front of him.   The room wasn’t much to look at. The faded beige walls were marked with years of scuffs and nail holes from previous tenants. A rattling air conditioner hummed in the window, struggling against the summer heat. The mattress in the corner sat on a simple metal frame, and the secondhand dresser beside it had a drawer that never quite closed all the way.   It wasn’t much.   But it was his.   For the first time in his twenty-one years, Ryder was about to leave it behind for something completely different.   In two days, he would board a cruise ship bound for Avalon.   Just thinking the name made his stomach flutter.   Avalon.   The mysterious island nation beyond the sea where the Amazons lived.   Everyone knew the stories. The towering women of Avalon were almost identical to humans in every way—except for their size. The average Amazon stood well over ten feet tall, with some reaching even greater heights. Pictures and videos existed, of course, but Ryder still struggled to comprehend it.   The tallest person he’d ever met had been his high school basketball coach.   An Amazon could probably look over that man’s head.   The thought was both fascinating and terrifying.   Ryder picked up a T-shirt, folded it for the third time, and stuffed it into his bag.   “What else do people bring on cruises?” he muttered.   This was all completely new to him.   No family vacations.   No parents offering advice.   No older siblings telling him what he’d forgotten.   Just him.   Always just him.   Being an orphan wasn’t something Ryder talked about much. Most days he didn’t think about it. But moments like this—big moments—made the absence feel heavier.   He imagined what it might have been like to have someone helping him pack.   A mother reminding him to bring sunscreen.   A father telling him to keep his wallet secure.   Anyone.   Instead, he sat alone in his apartment, trying to figure everything out himself.   Eventually he zipped the bag shut and stood.   “Good enough.”   The suitcase looked almost comically small compared to the adventure awaiting him.   A week-long cruise.   A chance to see Avalon.   A chance to see the Amazons with his own eyes.   It still didn’t feel real.   He carried the bag to the front door and set it beside the wall.   One less thing to worry about.   As he turned toward his bedroom, his eyes landed on a package sitting on top of his dresser.   His overnight protection.   Ryder sighed.   Of course.   That.   The doctor’s recommendation still echoed in his mind.   “You may want to consider protective sleepwear until the episodes become less frequent.”   At first, he’d been horrified.   There was absolutely no way he was going to wear diapers.   Not at twenty-one.   Not ever.   The very suggestion had felt insulting.   Then the doctor had shown him the alternatives.   Disposable pull-up underwear.   Discrete.   Comfortable.   Nothing like the bulky products Ryder associated with young children.   Eventually he’d convinced himself they were different.   They weren’t diapers.   At least that was what he always told himself.   They were pull-ups.   A completely different thing.   The distinction mattered a great deal in Ryder’s mind.   After all, plenty of adults used medical products for various reasons.   This was no different.   Or at least that was what he repeated whenever embarrassment started creeping in.   He picked up the unopened package and hesitated.   “Do I really need these on the trip?”   The thought of bringing them made him uncomfortable.   What if someone saw them?   What if security searched his luggage?   What if an Amazon somehow found them?   His face warmed immediately.   The idea seemed ridiculous, yet the anxiety lingered.   But then another memory surfaced.   A damp set of sheets.   A ruined mattress protector.   An entire morning spent scrubbing and cleaning.   His expression softened.   The episodes weren’t constant.   Sometimes months would pass without anything happening.   Other times they appeared unexpectedly.   Like a thunderstorm on an otherwise clear day.   The uncertainty was the worst part.   After several moments, he grabbed one of the packs and shoved it into his suitcase.   “There.”   Problem solved.   One package would be more than enough for a week.   Probably more than enough.   Hopefully.   Feeling slightly better, Ryder started his nightly routine.   He brushed his teeth.   Changed into a loose T-shirt and athletic shorts.   Turned off the main light.   The apartment fell quiet.   Only the hum of the air conditioner remained.   Before climbing into bed, he opened the package and pulled out one of the protective garments.   For a moment he simply looked at it.   Even after months of using them, part of him still felt awkward.   Still felt embarrassed.   Still wished he didn’t need them.   But another part remembered the relief of waking up dry.   The relief of not having to strip his bed at three in the morning.   The relief of sleeping without worry.   That part usually won.   Ryder stepped into the pull-up and adjusted it beneath his shorts.   Comfortable.   Secure.   Simple.   No big deal.   He switched off the bedside lamp and slid beneath his blankets.   Darkness settled over the room.   His mind drifted immediately to Avalon.   Massive ships.   Towering Amazons.   New places.   New experiences.   For perhaps the first time in his life, an entire week of adventure waited ahead of him.   The excitement slowly pushed away his nervousness.   His eyelids grew heavy.   Within minutes, sleep claimed him.   Sometime during the night, without waking, without realizing, the familiar accident occurred.   The pull-up quietly did exactly what it had been designed to do.   Ryder slept through it entirely.   No panic.   No scrambling for towels.   No ruined sheets.   Just peaceful sleep.   And as dawn slowly approached beyond the apartment window, Ryder remained curled beneath his blankets, dreaming of distant oceans, giant Amazons, and the incredible journey that awaited him in just two short days.