I had gotten a job in South New Jersey, not bad, right after law school. It took me awhile to clean out my old apartment so I did not get to leave on the road until Saturday morning.
I was a little angry at myself for waiting so long, my plan was to get to a hotel on Friday night then check out the bar scene all Saturday and Sunday, pick a new place based on the scene.
Hey, I was young and had a good job lined up. After the drudgery of school it was time to live a little, find me some hot ladies to while away the weekends. And it would be beneficial to be in walking distance from the local scene, a DWI would end my career really quick. And now, here I was, not starting until Saturday morning.
I had heard somewhere that long haul truckers sometimes wore adult diapers to cut down on bathroom breaks so I figured I would give it a try.
I was embarrassed at first picking them out in the pharmacy the Friday before I left. But then I realized nobody would think they would be for me and, even if they did, I was moving so who cared.
There were a few people there and I was still a little embarrassed so I grabbed the first bag I came to. They were TENA brand briefs, plastic back with tapes like a real baby diaper. I found out later that people actually search for those specifications. The cashier was a young girl and, like I thought, she had no idea I was going to wear them.
When I got home I cleaned up some more and then got ready for bed, I would drop the keys off with the landlord in the morning. As I lay down, I saw the bag of diapers and thought; "might as well give them a try" so I opened the bag and took one out, it took me awhile but I finally got a nice secure fit and got under the covers.
As I lay there I realized the diaper was very comfy, and it felt good rubbing my inner thighs when I shifted. I also felt naughty, doing something everyone is told is wrong after a certain age.
As I drifted off to sleep I started fantasizing about some of the more stuck up, hot girls from school discovering me in the diaper, and using that knowledge to make me submit to them.
I started to rub the front of the diaper and ended up cumming in the diaper. "Cool" I thought, "don't even need to clean up."
I woke up the next morning and decided to go in the diaper. After all, I had to test the capacity to see if it would hold during my road trip. I had to concentrate real hard to let go but, once the stream started, it flowed easily.
The warmth hitting that area felt really good and, when I was done, the diaper did a good job of whisking the moisture away so it was not uncomfortable.
I really saturated the diaper and decided to keep it on to make sure it did not leak. As I shaved and brushed my teeth I became conscious of how good the saggy diaper felt between my legs. I did not really want to take it off but finally I had to and I jumped in the shower.
After that, I put a fresh diaper on. I was better at it and was again surprised at how good a new diaper feels once you have worn a soaked one.
I put on a pair of cargo shorts and a long polo shirt, stashed the soaked diaper in the bottom of my trash, took the bag to the dumpster, dropped off the key in my landlord's mailbox, and hit the road.
The ride was uneventful, it was hard at first to pee while sitting but I got good at it; the energy drinks helped. They worked maybe too good I found out when I stopped for gas.
As I got out of the car the diaper sagged really low, I thought it would burst or the tapes would break and the soaked diaper would fall out of the leg of my shorts.
I hurriedly paid with a credit card, started filling up my tank, grabbed my backpack with the diapers in it, and headed to the restroom.
I had to sort of waddle and walk carefully because the engorged diaper kept me from walking regularly and I thought, if I rushed, the diaper would break. My face flushed a little at the thought that people walking around could tell I had a wet diaper on. I do not know if they did because I kept my eyes on the ground as I waddled to the bathroom.
Once inside, I went into a stall, dropped my shorts and undid the diaper. It was heavy and plopped on the ground, leaking a little. Good thing it had not leaked into my shorts. I folded it up and put it on the back of the toilet so nobody would see it if they came in.
"Now what?" I thought. My skin was damp and I did not want to put a diaper on. But I did not want to continue my trip without one because I had been peeing a lot and would have ended up stopping at rest stops constantly on the ride. So I decided to check out the rest stop store.
They had wipes and a small bottle of powder so I bought them and returned to my car. I thought it would have been weird to go back in the bathroom. There was truck parking behind the rest stop so I pulled around there, found a place, and rediapered myself in my car. It was a pain in the neck.
It was too cramped and the car ended up smelling like baby powder. But I got the diaper on, put on my pants, and went to a trash can to throw out the baby wipes. The feel of the diaper on my powdered skin felt amazing.
I was feeling naughty again and the combination gave me a hard on. But I had to get back on the road. My erection was distracting for the first few miles but I ignored it and it went away.
I did realize that I did not want to check into my hotel with a diaper that was soaked. It was too close to the area I would be living and, hopefully, scoring some chicks in. So I decided I would stop before the hotel somewhere to take off the diaper.
Decision made, I continued driving. It turned out I was right, I did have to pee a lot and quickly filled the diaper. When I got close to my destination, I decided to get off and take surface streets. That way I could approach where I would be working and check out the neighborhoods around it.
I was driving in Lumberton, NJ and realized my diaper was at capacity again. I saw a pizzeria and figured I could get a bite to eat and also change my diaper in the bathroom. I decided I wanted to change into another one because, with stop lights and traffic, I could not judge how long it would take me.
So I grabbed my backpack with the diapers, powder, and wipes and walked toward the pizzeria. There was a cigar store call Gemini in the same mini mall so I decided to go in and get some cigars.
When I walked in I was surprised at how small the selection was. Also, the shop did not take up a big portion of the building. A door lead to the back of the building with a sign that said, "Over 21 Only." Curious, I decided to check it out.
It was a porno shop. There were racks of sex toys in the front with DVDs in the back. I mumbled to myself, "Who gets there porn from DVDs anymore?"
I must have said it too loud because the others in the store looked over at me. The only ones there were the cashier and three customers.
The cashier was an overweight biker type, about 6 feet tall, balding, and dirty looking. He was talking to two other biker types, a man and a woman. The male biker was over six feet, younger, just packed with muscle. His friend was a biker chick, a little past her prime but still kinda sexy in a trashy sort of way. The last customer was a skinny black guy in his sixties who had been heading toward some booths in the back.
Apparently, they just heard me make the noise, not what I said, because they went back to doing what they were doing before I had come in. Embarrassed by even the little bit of attention they had given me, I quickly averted my eyes and tried to not look so out of place, pretending to take an interest in the closest thing to me; which turned out to be a wide variety of dildos and strap-ons.
I blushed and decided to check out the DVDs, they were closest to the sign for the bathroom and I still needed to change my diaper.
Before I could move, however, I heard what the three bikers were talking about. It was interesting so I decided not to walk past them and make them stop.
