Wanderlust

Slinging his bag on his shoulder, grabbing his near empty coffee cup, Abe Dell got up to his feet. If he was going to bust now then he would have carpal tunnel by day's end now that he was living in a fet fic. Everyone was wearing diaper, and it being a warm day, pants were very optional. His own legs were bare going down to no-show socks in a pair of sneakers. Heading out of Bean Freak coffee house and onto the city street, he tried to not be too much of a gawker.

Seemed that women still shaved their legs, men were likely to stay au naturel. Heading down the block he saw a small difference in the gait of passing people. Some were taking steps that were wider apart, standing at a street crossing he figured out why, some had fully filled out wetness indicators, and some had major sagging on their rear. Walking around with a load in your pants must have been commonplace. People would also idly grab their crotch for a quick squeeze, as if adjusted their glasses or scratching your nose. Self-checking the level of use and **** your diaper had or could handle. Abe was a bit awkward as he grabbed his own, now giving himself permission to explore his own diaper. He could feel his erection, held down in the prison of padding it wasn't publically obvious, but he was taken aback by the yielding squish he felt. He was partially wet. Should he go change? Debating with himself he almost missed the signal to walk. Following the tail of a group of random people just going about their day. If walking around in a messy diaper was permissible though, surely changing a damp pamp would be wasteful.

Passing along the next block, advertising was catching his eye. Things like make up, food, cars, jewelry, but now also diapers. Huggies and Pampers now had offerings in the adult market, sizes based not on total weight but on waistband size, Luvs leaklocks in khaki, notably missing were Depends brand, subscription services for diapers touting one-time delivery, waste disposal, and bonus wipes and lotions. Abe couldn't help himself, passing a "Diaper Depot" outlet, he swung in.

A fully stock store for diapers and diaper needs layed before him. Aisles divided by category; baby, child, men's, women's, accessories. The whole place had the smell of baby powder, but going to accessories Abe discovered that wasn't called baby powder anymore, it was Chaff powder, now no longer limited to just the newborn. Wipes were sold in a variety of sizes from baby to adult with options of aloe, scented, moisturizering. Also in accessories were changing mats. Looking back into his bag, he found he had one, folded up as it was it initially seemed like a pocket divider, but no, the option to change on the go was on hand.

Seeing people of all ages padded up, Abe had to move on from wipes and lotion and see what the actual diaper offerings were like. Not wanting to seem like a peeping Tom, he wandered into the Men's section. The packs of diapers were hilarious to look at. One section for the seemingly bulk discounted variety had the style of diaper and plain size guide, up to a 50 count, maybe a CostCo or Sam's Club has bigger offerings, down to "trial and travel" packs of 2-5. But the packaging of the name brands almost had Abe in a giggle fit. Big butch men on the plastic or cardboard packages promoted the masculine ideals of being tough, dependable, moving on the more patterned diapers had suave and hip models selling sexual appeal through diapers. Grabbing a trial pack here or there to look like he was browsing, Abe also couldn't help but check out the other shoppers.

Younger men hemming and hawing as they debated one pattern to another, a no nonsense man going direct to his trusted brand and size. A mother holding up a sample pack to their older son trying to judge if his last growth spurt warranted a size up or not. Turning the corner he entered into the women's area. Such easy access to seeing celebrities in diapers just reminded Abe of his pinned down erection, it would be a problem soon if he kept staring at the ass-centric close ups on some of these packs. Again trying to not be caught dawdling he moved on.

Briefly looking into the children and infant section, he found a variety marked "training diapers", clearly not pull ups for potty training, these were for young children and meant to alert the wearer to their own use and capacity, a special strip of cooling material either in a core or edge to teach a child to tell when a change is needed. He wondered if adult babies or age players now fetishized that style of diaper as a callback to their childhoods, or if that demographic even still existed, he certainly still liked the parent-child power play associated with ab/dl, just with everyone wearing diapers the latter half of the slash may not exist anymore.

His diaper bag was already stocked, so nothing needed to be bought, but getting to see the view of a full fledged diaper store was marvelous. Stepping back out onto the street, Abe relished the new fashion now on display, men with a suit and tie but fully exposed diaper matching the suit color or tie. Women in dresses looked similar to before the rule, but the larger purses or bags hinted at their wearing, as well as the few straddle-stepping women clearly having a messy diaper. Juxtaposed were the women that only had a blouse or tank top on with their diapers on full display. Abe absent mindedly following a cluster, just admiring the view, but soon found himself stop, seemingly apropos of nothing.

His knees bent a little, posture altered just enough as the last coffee he had before having the Notebook worked it's caffeinated magic. Here he was, 26, middle of the city sidewalks, and he was pooping. The hot mess sagging the seat of his diaper down as his body acted autonomically. And not one person reacted. Of course the flow of foot traffic wove around his standing figure, but it was just a random man pooping in his diaper, if you made a big production each time you saw one nothing would get done. Everyone wears diapers, everyone uses those diapers.

Abe now took those straddling steps, but had a choice to make. He wasn't that far from his place, he could change and masturbate there, his eager erection could get some air and release, or does he go find a changing station or room and experience that new side of the modern diaper culture?