7: Learning to live in Diapers
As it was about mid-day, I was very concerned about arriving at my apartment complex and running into someone who I knew. As it turned out, I did see my complex manager but she simply said hi, and said in passing, looks like you have been shopping? I smiled and just said, yes you could say that. My driver helped bring all my packages into my apartment, and bid me good luck as he left. I felt a sigh of relief that I had gotten back without any confrontation, but was worried about that being the case going forward, as the diaper was certainly bigger as it became wetter.
I started to unpack all my new goodies, including the several large fancy diaper containers, one for the cloth diapers and the other for the plastic pants as indicated on the packages. I found a spot in my bathroom for these. I started to take out the other supplies, a box of powders, paste to prevent rash, and cases of wipes that I would need in addition to an interesting back pack that I would need to hold my daily supplies when out of house. Thank goodness it was very plain, but I was to learn latter on that one of the additional punishments was a very not so plain diaper bag to use.
I had to find space to store the different diapers and plastic pants which took up far more area than anticipated. With this accomplished, I looked into my closet to find some pants that I could use that did the best job hiding my much larger behind. I found my sweat pants which worked well, but only one other pair of larger dress pants that were reasonable, so decided I would need to do some shopping latter in the afternoon.
I had a late lunch, made my first daytime diaper change of my quite wet first diaper which was really starting to bother me, and picked out one of the quite daytime PUL waterproof covers, and dressed in my jogging pants for a shopping excursion. I made the change in good time, only using about 5 of the allocated 7 minutes for the daytime changes, but really didn’t do much cleaning or diaper prep, as it was my first change. I would learn latter that the use of powder and rash cream was important and used up all those 7 minutes, and more if I was not careful.
Dressing in my casual clothes made me feel a lot more at ease, and I headed out to my car and drove to the nearest mall to do some shopping. Since I didn’t plan to be out much, I did not bring my diaper bag, something that also became a rarity going forward.
I found my favorite clothing shop and picked out some different styles of work slacks, some larger than my typical size and with some elastic in the waist. I tried several for size over my current protection package and was hopeful that these would keep my situation private from most observers. I also grabbed a couple of even larger just in case things changed if I got in trouble.
The shopping distracted me a bit, but soon I was again aware of my damp and soon to be wet diaper which was only 1/3 of the way to being changed. It also dawned on me that I needed to get my pooping on a predictable schedule in the early morning so I could do it in the toilet at home prior to my morning shower time so I found some overnight laxatives I wanted to try.
I also stopped for a few groceries, and at a liquor store for a bunch of beer for my apartment, as I was not planning to be going to the local bars in the near future. My shopping a success, I headed for home as I was really getting anxious about my now more than wet diaper, but as I was about to learn, that was going to be my norm by the time the change cycle was up.
When I got home, I unpacked my shopping and put my things away. I grabbed a beer and started thinking about something to eat, and decided on a light meal, but really went after the beer, feeling a bit sorry for my self and worrying about my situation, and how I would be able to tolerate it with work and my personal life taking the brunt of this enforced sentence I received in lieu of jail time. Eventually I got myself ready for bed changing into the very thick night time protection, taking my overnight laxative and falling into bed.
The next morning, I awoke to a really soaked morning diaper, and a strong urge to poop. I struggled out of bed, heading for the bathroom, and just in time got my soaked diaper off and hopped onto my toilet for relief which was soon to be had. I wasted little time as new the clock was running and I had to have a shower and get diapered up for the day. As I hurried in the shower, I noticed I was dripping on a regular basis and had to take precautions when leaving the shower to prevent making a mess on my floor. I kept my towel close after getting out of the shower and prepared to get myself properly protected. This time, I did take the time to add the butt paste to avoid any rash, as well as powder prior to closing the diaper. I noticed that my denuded area was a bit red yet, probably a reaction to the solution used on my after my procedure, and thought about what would happen when my hair started to grow back. I decided at that moment to contact the person I was told of to do a permanent removal at first opportunity I was able to get back into my plastic panties in plenty of time this morning, as my morning dump and shower went very quickly.
8: Learning to Work in Diapers
As I got dressed for work, I thought about what I needed to pack in my diaper backpack for mid-day change. I picked up the bare essentials and added some powder and past as well on second thought, as well as the plastic bag for my wet diaper, and headed for breakfast.
When I got to work, I went to my office spot and settled in for the day. As I was going over some of the calls I would be making, my boss, MS Ashford, stopped by to say hello and asked me how my court appearance went a couple days ago. I was not sure how truthful I should be but was determined not to lie to my boss. So I told her that I was sentenced to an alternative program in lieu of any jail confinement, She of course asked if that was something that would limit my capabilities for my job, and I answered not that I know at this time. She was happy with my answer, and said maybe at a latter time, we can talk a bit more about it and to have a great day. She had no idea that I was wearing some of the same things that we sold to a few of our clients, and I was not about to expound on that topic.
The day went about as expected. I was happy for my lunch hour and went out to a small take away shop where I could use a private bathroom to change my soaked diaper. I did get it off, used the wipes provided, and added the paste and powder and attached the new DRY diaper in the allotted time. I war really looking forward to a short time in a dry diaper again, and had a nice sandwich and coffee for lunch.
As the day went on, I had another issue to worry about, and that was a feeling of a pending bowl movement, possibly something from my lunch or something left over from my evening laxative. By 4PM I was getting desperate, and desperate, and by the time I packed up my office, and was getting ready to head for my car, it was about to happen as I had no extra changes with me, so couldn’t even get into a bathroom at work, had to hang on till I was home.
As I was leaving, my boss met me in the hall, and reminded me of an appointment I had tomorrow with a big client, and I almost lost it in front of her. I was a bit fidgety, and she commented on it, but I just said I was in a hurry to get somewhere, and she apologized and bid me good evening. As I hurried to my car, I could no longer hold it and proceeded to mess my already very wet diaper. While it was not a large void, it was a stinky mess and I could already smell myself. I gingerly sat down in my car and proceeded to drive home stewing in my mess. Lucky for me, I was able to get into my apartment without anyone talking to me, and was happy for that. Straight away, I went into my bathroom, and started to get changed. I was glad the protective gear kept everything inside, but could detect a slight odor on my pants, so they had to go straight into the wash as well. By the time I got myself changed and used the wipes to get as clean as possible, get the butt past back on and into a clean diaper, I had exceeded my time allotment by a couple minutes and knew I would hear about this.
I had the rest of the night to worry about this, making a dinner again for myself, having more than a few beers worrying about my circ-umstances, and deciding to take another overnight laxative but be more careful about what I choose for lunch the next day to avoid a repeat of today.