Trading Post

I wear to work everyday, and as far as I know, no one has noticed. I wear anything from a MegaMax to other ABDL brands and I don't believe anyone knows. I either wear onesies or tuck in a shirt to help conceal the waistband and I never flaunt it (i.e. wearing tight, see-through pants, etc.). Over the years of wearing dips, I have come to the realization that no one is paying attention to whether or not your underwear makes noise. People are so consumed in their own little world that they don't know, nor would they really care. Loose fitting clothes are always a good way to go, but wear what you normally do. Be confident  and everything will work out. Stay safe and padded!

I’m now the winner 

BEFORE READING: DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (18+). This story is NSFW. DISCLAIMER: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.   Elliot’s Accident    “Sweetie, It’s not a matter of age. 25 or not, you need diapers!” “Mom! Please keep your voice down, someone might hear,” Elliot’s pleaded, eyes darting around the empty supermarket, hoping to contain this embarrassing conversation between the two of them. “It was just a few accidents, the absorbent underwear works fine.”   “The Pulls-Ups have leaked three nights in a row and…”   “They’re not Pull-Ups! It’s absorbent underwear, it even says it on the package,”Elliot interrupted, desperately trying to salvage what dignity he had left.   “Oh baby, call them what you want but they simply just won’t do. You need something more to handle your bedwetting.”   Elliot cringed hearing his mother reference his bedwetting so casually. Did she have to be so brazen in public like this? Did she not see how humiliating this whole ordeal was for him? “Fine, but please let’s just get them and go,”Elliot said, his eyes now glued to the floor. It was obvious that this was a losing battle, best for him to just relent and hope to minimize the humiliation.   “Now don’t look so glum,” Elliot’s mother said cheerfully, resting her hands on her knees and crouching slightly to face her son at eye level. “This is not a punishment, just proper precaution. Why don’t you pick out a cute style, something fun”.   “I don’t care what style. Let’s just pick one and go.”   “Okay, Grumpy-Butt. So I guess we’ll just take these pink princess one’s and be on our way.”   “NO, not pink!” Elliot whined, his eyes shooting up from the floor. He scanned around only seeing plain diaper patterns and his mother stifling a grin.   She let out a giggle at his reaction. “I’m just teasing Elly, they have black, grey, or white.” she said motioning toward the limited selection. “Now pick before I call over an employee to see if they any cuter prints in the back.”   “Not funny,” Elliot said bashfully as he grabbed the box diapers, white print. He figured they were the safer the choice, although he had not put much thought to it. His primary focus was getting out of the supermarket and home before anyone could see him. Holding a box of adult diapers, his diapers, was mortifying enough but he needed to make sure as little people saw him as possible.   “Good choice, Honey. Now let’s get going, or should we get two just to safe? You have been extra leaky as of late.”   “Not true! I’ve just been stressed from job-hunting. Once I find something, I won’t even need these.”   “Oh if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that,” she said, reaching over his head and grabbing another box, placing it atop the one Elliot was already holding. “Always so confident, then comes the morning and it’s watery eye’s and wet sheets.”   “I remember those days,” a nearby shopper interjected. Elliot and his mother shifted their attention to stranger, both a little startled. The older woman stood behind her shopping cart with a warm smile, peering at the two through her bifocals. “It was always a fight getting mine in diapers.”   “He threw a bit of tantrum early but he is all settled now.” Elliot’s mother said warmly, patting his head.   Overwhelmed by the humiliation, Elliot returned his focus to the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow him whole. Most 25 year olds were well on their way to adulthood, meanwhile Elliott was cowering beside his mother, holding two packages of sorely needed adult diapers while the two women spoke as if wasn’t there. He felt the tears begin to form and, even worse, his nervous bladder began to ache. “M-Mom. Can we get going? I need to use bathroom,” Elliot said to his mother, placing the box of diapers into their cart.   “Just a second, honey. I’m talking to our new friend Margaret here” she said dismissively, never breaking eye contact with the older women.   Elliot did not bother to push any further and instead shifted his attention back to his feet, praying this nightmare would end soon. As he stood obediently next to his mother, he could not help but listen to their conversation. Throughout their chat, Margaret explained that she was caring for her granddaughter, Grace. Grace, like Elliot, had recently graduated college, was having trouble finding a job, and recently returned to diapers due to frequent accidents. Elliot perked up upon hearing another adult his age shared his nighttime struggles. Despite his mother’s constant assurances, he could not help but feel he was the only person his age who still struggled to keep his bed dry. As his mother and Margaret droned on for what seemed felt like hours, Elliot’s thoughts drifted away from his current humiliation to imaging what Grace was like, how she looked, and how she handled being a college graduate who hadn’t mastered potty training. Elliot’s short reprieve from embarrassment was interrupted as he felt a small spurt of pee escape him and dampen his underwear. He gasped in surprise and immediately looked down to inspect the damage. He was relived to find there was no visible stain but shifted uncomfortably as he tried to get used to dampness around his crotch.   “Are you okay, Sweetie?” his mother said, sensing his discomfort. “Do you still need the bathroom? Is it an emergency?”   Elliot felt another spurt release from him as he jumped a little at his mother’s question “N-No, i-it’s okay,” Elliot lied, mustering all his willpower to remain calm as his bladder begged for release. While it was most certainly an emergency, he was determined to maintain some dignity in front of Margaret, less any word of this get back to Grace.   “Well I will let you two get to it,” Margaret said, rotating her shopping cart as she prepared to leave the aisle. “I’ll be sure to give you a ring.”   “Oh please do, it was so nice meeting you. We should definitely set a date,” his mother’s said cheerfully.   “Certainly, it was nice meeting you,” Margate said, giving one last goodbye for leaving. “You too, Sweetheart.”   Elliot was barely able to process what either of the women were saying as he desperately tried to keep from full on wetting his pants. Once Margaret was out of their sight, Elliot dropped the act and immediately started hopping from foot to foot with his hands over his crotch. “P-P-Please Mom, b-b-bathroom.”   “Oh honey, you should have told me sooner,” his mother said. Sensing his urgency, she began speeding their cart through the store as Elliot continued his potty dance behind her. “Sorry for chatting so long while you had to go, we just had so much in common. I can’t wait to see her again next week and to meet Grace”.   “G-G-Grace?,” Elliot stammered.   “You weren’t listening? We exchanged numbers and are going to setup at lunch at her place,” his mother said enthusiastically as she spotted the bathroom at the back of the store. “She was so excited that Grace can finally have a friend that wears diapers too.”   “Grace is going to know I wear diapers!” Elliot shrieked, too focused on his aching bladder to care if others heard.   “Come on, there is no reason to feel embarrassed. Grace wears them too and  Margaret says she even wears them during the day at times,” his mother said casually, trying to ease her son’s concerns. “Who knows, maybe you two will hit it off. It will be a funny story to tell at the wedding,” she said jokingly, looking back, hoping her son could find the humor in all this.   Elliot had stopped anxiously following his mother, and instead fell to his knees, desperately clutching his privates hoping to stop the inevitable. The thought of Grace, a woman he has yet to meet, knowing he had been relegated to diapers, broke his concentration just enough to open the floodgates. The occasional spurts of pee were replaced with a heavy stream, soaking his entire lower half, and creating a pool around him that grew rapidly on store’s tile floor. He felt the warmth spread across his crotch, then down to his knees, and the uncomfortable stickiness of his now soaking wet pants. The tears came without warning as he began to cry loudly, hyperventilating as he reached out his arms for help. “M-mommy, help me please,” he cried.   “Oh my goodness. Ellie, it’s okay, it’s okay,” his mother said sweetly. “Accidents happen. Now let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” She said as she slowly guided him to his feet, walking him by his hand to the women’s bathroom, with a spare diaper in her free hand.   “Not here, not the women’s room,” he whined.   “Oh baby, no one will mind. This wouldn’t be the first time I changed your diaper in the women’s room,” she said, using her elbow to push open the restroom door. Elliot could only look to the floor in shame, gripping his mother’s hand, and hoping this nightmare would be over soon. “Now be a good boy for mommy and hop up,” she said, pulling down the changing table fixed on the bathroom wall, and lifting Elliot by his armpits. Elliot compiled, hopping back onto the unsteady table, letting his mother adjust him as needed. As far as twenty-five year old men go, he was certainly on the shorter side, but even he could barely fit on the changing table, his legs dangling awkwardly over the end. While Elliot stared up at the bathroom ceiling, lost in shame, his mother made quick work of removing his soaked pants and undies. Without a word, she lifted Elliot legs, and gave his thigh a gentle pat and, on instinct, Elliot lifted his bum momentarily, falling back down to the all too familiar padded sensation of a fresh diaper. He felt his legs part as his mother brought the front of his diaper to his belly button, and began applying the tapes. He looked away, attempting to avoid eye contact, only to catch his reflection in the mirror, his leg dangling helplessly, tear stains on his cheeks, and an impossibly thick diaper was all he had on from the waist down.   “All done,” his mother said cheerfully. “That wasn’t so bad was it? Now let’s get you to the car, you can wait there while I check out and tell a clerk about the mess.” she said, balling up Elliot’s soiled clothes and dumping them in the nearby trash before washing her hands.   “B-but I-I need my clothes. I can’t walk around in just a diaper,” he stuttered, his voice still shaken.   “I know it’s embarrassing sweetie, but we don’t have much of a choice. Your jeans are soaked, and I didn’t bring a change of clothes. Now be a good boy for mommy,” she said calmly, reaching out for his hand. “The sooner we get you to the car, the better.” Elliot hesitated, but thought better of pushing back. He just wanted to go home. He took his mother’s hand, and the pair began their walk back.   A crowd of confused shoppers had formed around Elliot’s puddle, talking amongst themselves. Upon the bathroom door opening, all eyes shifted to Elliot, specifically his diaper, as him and his mother hurriedly made their way through the store. Elliot’s shivered as the cool air conditioning brushed against his bare thighs. The diaper forced him to waddle awkwardly, and he began absentmindedly sucking on the collar his shirt in an attempt to soothe himself. The laughter from the crowd was deafening. While some tried to show restraint, giggling quietly before looking away, some unruly shoppers openly pointed and laughed.   “Aw, someone couldn’t quite make it to the potty.”   “Eww, so gross. He should have been wearing a diaper in the first place.”   “Be nice, he’s probably special needs.”   “They make diapers for adults?”   Elliot put his free hand to his face in a feeble attempt to hide his identity. He tried to tune out their comments, but they only echoed in his mind, bring on another flurry of tears.   His mother turned back to face the onlookers “Mind your fucking business,” she said forcefully, a tone that Elliot never heard from her. The shoppers quickly dispersed, both weary of the angry woman and bored of the unusual scene.   The walk past the checkout was made better only by the fact that most shoppers were outside of earshot. Once outside the store, and safely back to the car, his mother opened the backseat and guided him in. “I’m going to go back and pay for the rest of the diapers, okay? You stay here and be safe,” she said, enveloping Elliot into a big hug, and patting the his back. “Don’t listen to those assholes in the store. You are smart, kind, adult, and one accident does not change that,” she said lovingly, but she could tell that her words fell on deaf ears.

Looks like someone is going to need to get to the potty.   Hopefully we keep your undies nice and dry.  We get there and I go first because I have the same problem but don't have Pampers on.  While watching you fidget I decided I would take my time.  

I had goose bump through that whole trailer.  Seems more like a feature film in the making.