Sometimes he would forget to lock his door when he left. Oliver tentatively tries to open it. It’s locked. He lets out a soft swear and sits on the ground to think. The second he sits, the mess in his diaper smears on his butt, reminding him that he is currently wearing a thoroughly filled diaper. One that probably won’t be able to hold any more accidents.
Oliver feels warmth flooding his diaper. He’s peeing again. The previous times, he had warning, he just opted to use his diaper. Now, though, he had no warning. The thought distresses him. As does the confirmation that his diaper can’t hold any more accidents. His diaper begins to leak, dirtying his shorts.
Swearing again, Oliver stands up. He needs to get out of this diaper and clean himself up. There’s a public bathroom at the pool attached to the apartment complex, so he heads there. In a stroke of good luck, the pool is deserted. Even better luck, someone left a diaper bag by the pool. Oliver grabs the bag and drags it to the bathroom, where he removes his shorts and rips off the diaper. He wipes himself down with the wipes in the diaper bag. Now cleaned, he considers his options.
There’s a diaper in the bag, but it’s a swim diaper. There’s also a pair of underwear that Oliver should fit into. But there are no shorts in the bag to replace the ones that Oliver got dirty.