You found yourself in an unfamiliar environment. You were definitely still a diaper, but you weren't in a package with other diapers, or on a shelf, or loose in a bag somewhere. You seemed to be wrapped in plastic as well. The walls around you were quite thin, so you could hear the commotion of people coming and going around you.
You thought you might be in a vending machine in a public restroom! You were worried about how long you might be there, as what parent would be caught without a diaper for their baby?
To your surprise though, you weren't waiting long. Outside you could hear an exasperated mother's sigh and a young boy crying.
"Oh, thank goodness, they have a diaper vending machine in here," the mother said.
"Mommy, I don't wanna wear a diaper!" the boy bawled.
"Mason, you don't have a choice," the mother said, clearly frustrated. "You peed and pooped all over yourself, and I have nothing to change you in to. You're four years old now, I thought I could trust you to be a big boy, but obviously not."
"I am a big boy!" Mason protested.
"Big boys don't pee and poop in their pants, only babies do that," the mother scolded him.
While this conversation was going on, you were dispensed from the machine. You could finally see the room around you, a nice well lit, well kept up bathroom. You could see the mother and Mason, and the large wet spot on the front of Mason's pants, and the wretched smell telling you there was more in the back, too. The mom laid you on the changing table and removed Mason's socks and shoes before carefully removing his pants, revealing his wet and soiled Spider-Man undies.
"These are ruined," she said, tossing them aside. "We'll have to throw them out, along with the undies."
"No, Mommy!" he cried.
The mother chose to ignore her son's cries, wiping him down with the few wet wipes that came in your package, but then resorting to washing him in the sink.
After she got him clean and dry, she taped you up on Mason and helped him down. They left the bathroom and rejoined their family, the father, a boy about 8, and a younger boy about 2.
"His pants and underwear were ruined," the mother said to her husband upon rejoining them.
"Not surprised," the husband said. "I took Noah and Cody to the bathroom, Cody kept his pull-up dry and was able to go on the big boy potty!"
The family continued on their shopping trip. You decided this wasn't actually too bad, since Mason had no pants to wear you were able to see around you, and since he was potty trained, you figured there was a high chance you wouldn't be used.
While Mason did keep you try for quite some time, your luck ran out when the family was seated for a meal. While sitting in a booth next to Noah, Mason let out a flood of pee, drenching you to the core. you expand and were able to absorb it, feeling the warm wetness spread throughout. You hoped Mason would tell someone, as you were quite close to bursting and likely would not be able to hold another accident.
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