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Adam groaned. What was he doing? He had thought it was a simple dare, but then he had seen how thick it was. He looked down at his grey sweatpants and felt like they were straining to contain the... the diaper he wore underneath it.
"You're not gonna chicken out, are you?"
"You're not gonna chicken out, are you?"
"No" his voice trembled and his friends laughed.
"Alright, you're gonna go in, buy a pack, same ones you're wearing, and then come back, kay?" Adam nodded, more concerned with keeping his bottom lip from quivering than listening to Max explain it to him for the millionth time.
"Alright, you're gonna go in, buy a pack, same ones you're wearing, and then come back, kay?" Adam nodded, more concerned with keeping his bottom lip from quivering than listening to Max explain it to him for the millionth time.
"Here I go." He got out of the car, wincing as he heard the crinkle.
"Dude, I can see like an inch of it! Pull your pants up!" Adam panicked and did so, his friends laughing as that pulled his sweatpants tighter over his round diaper butt.
"Can't believe I'm doing this."
"Dude, I can see like an inch of it! Pull your pants up!" Adam panicked and did so, his friends laughing as that pulled his sweatpants tighter over his round diaper butt.
"Can't believe I'm doing this."
Adam took a step and groaned as the car door closed behind him and locked. He took another few steps, only to realize how pronounced his waddle was. "It's all in my head." He reassured himself, though his friends' raucous laughter gave him doubts.
The walk into the store seemed to take an eternity. By the time he got inside, Adam realized he had no idea where the diaper section was. There was no way in hell he was going to ask, so his only choice was to waddle around the store, looking for them.
Waddling was what it was, after all. His hips waggled back and forth as he took wide steps due to the bulk between his thighs. He tried to walk normally, but it kept pushing his legs apart and, to him at least, making the fact he was thickly diapered all the more obvious.
Gnawing on his bottom lip, he came to the baby section. Adult diapers were probably here too, right? He tried to calm down as he looked at the wall of diapers in front of him. These were all too small, he thought, feeling the heat of the diaper against his legs as he stood there.
"Where the fuck are they?" He muttered, waddling out of the baby section. He headed back toward the front of the store. The pharmacy section! God, how dumb could he be?
He made his way there, navigating through moms with their carts. Why did every mom seem to bring her whole family shopping with her? It was hard enough to weave his way through even when he was not diapered. Why had he agreed to this?
He heard a giggle and glared at the little girl behind him, confident she had noticed his diaper butt. He self-conciously tugged at the hem of his shirt, realizing it had risen quite a bit. Had someone seen? He needed to be more careful!
Reaching the pharmacy, Adam sighed in relief. One step closer, he thought, eyed the signs. Incontinence products. That had to be it.
He began to waddle along, but froze as he saw that the aisle was bizarrely busy. Bizarrely was probably an exaggeration, but there were two carts in the aisle, parked across it to prevent him from squeezing past.
Each cart was manned by a woman about his mom's age, chatting animatedly without a care in the world.
"Great." He muttered, feeling as if everyone who passed by knew about the diaper under his sweatpants. They had to. He felt like he was wearing a beach ball or something.
"Great." He muttered, feeling as if everyone who passed by knew about the diaper under his sweatpants. They had to. He felt like he was wearing a beach ball or something.
He busied himself with pretending to study the cough drops, hoping that the women would move on soon. How long would his friends wait?
He had left his phone in the car, too distracted by the diaper to pick it up when it fell on the floor while his friends had put it on him. Just the memory of being diapered in the backseat made his face feel hot. He needed to get the diapers and get out of here.
After what felt like an hour, the women moved on and Adam was able to move into the aisle. Did... did it seem thicker, he thought, but dismissed the thought. Of course not. He had just been standing still long enough that he had forgotten just how hindersome it was.
Adam quickly scanned the rows of diapers, trying to find the package that he had seen in the backseat of Ethan's car. Why were there so many? At last he found a familiar sight, groaning softly all the same.
Of course it was the one that practically screamed 'maximum protection' all over its green plastic face. Worse, it was on the lowest shelf. He would either have to squat or bend over. Which was least likely to expose him?
He sighed and quickly bobbed forward, grabbing it by its plastic strap. He had done it. Now... now he just had to get to the checkout and then out to the car.
He hurried toward the front of the store, his excitement such that it took him a moment to return to earth, realizing just how prominent his waddle must have been.
Even over the constant din of the store, he could hear the diaper crinkling. Everyone else had to, right? Surely someone could and would make the connection between the package in his hand and the way his sweatpants swelled out around his pelvis.
The line for the self checkout was long, but Adam did not dare go to a manned register. Buying diapers was bad enough as it was. He did not want to have to spend the time avoiding the gaze of a cashier. He adjusted his sweatpants with his free hand.
Why had he agreed to this? Why? It occurred to him that it could have been worse. Any one of his friends could have followed him in and pantsed him, exposing his round diapered butt to the world even more than it was under his sweatpants.
The thought felt so real that he checked over his shoulder, just to make sure Spencer was not sneaking up right then and there. The line moved slowly, but Adam found his way to a register.
He scanned the diapers, hands shaking and heart pounding, constantly reminded by the slightest motion that he wore one of them right now. His heart stopped as an error popped up. The light above his register began to flash, drawing an associate over.
He stood there, as still as a statue despite his heart pounding in his chest.
"Something not scanning?" He nearly jumped out of his skin as the associate tapped the screen, barely even noticing the diapers in his hands and, hopefully, not noticing the one he wore at all.
"Something not scanning?" He nearly jumped out of his skin as the associate tapped the screen, barely even noticing the diapers in his hands and, hopefully, not noticing the one he wore at all.
"Try it again." Adam ran the package across the scanner. An error popped up again. "Hmm" the associate took the diapers from him and looked them over. In Adam's mind, he could not have made them more noticeable if he had held them up over his head and yelled "diapers!"
"Alright, I'll just manually enter them." The associate said with a shrug. "These things are always acting up when it comes to diapers." Adam's face had to be an unnatural shade of crimson by now. He almost felt as if the diaper he wore was expanding, becoming more & more obvious
"There you go. Sorry about that, sir." The associate walked away, leaving Adam to his task. He just needed to get this done and then he would run to the car!
Adam was too focused on getting out of there to notice the associate eyeing his ass, amused by the guy who had to be around 20 standing there, thickly diapered. Something about his embarrassment made the associate suspect that he didn't really need diapers. At least, not yet.
Adam hurried out of the store. He tried to run, but quickly realized that the best he could do was a brisk waddle that seemed to call attention to the diaper he wore. He was so close to getting it off! He skidded to a halt right there in the parking lot as realization struck.
He could have taken the diaper off at any point. Sure, his dick would've been visible under his sweatpants as he freeballed it, but that would've been nothing compared to his painfully obvious diaper bulge. He sighed, furious at his own stupidity. Well, he had come this far.
