I sighed with frustration as I stood at the top of the quarter pipe. This trip to the skate park was going to be a busy because of a rumbling in my stomach. I couldn’t focus on my tricks and the slightly crampy and bloated feeling was proving to be a total nuisance. I was diapered under my tan joggers, but there was no way I wanted to walk home with a load in my pants.
Deciding it was best to take care of my discomfort, I decided to start for home. As I walked through the park, the dull cramps in my stomach gave way to some soft gurgling. My body grew tense and I clutched my stomach through my soft black hoodie. Ugh, this was bad!
I felt a cold sweat break out across my brow as my steps grew uneasy. My muscles we’re beginning to clench and I suddenly felt my desperation growing. I was a champ at holding it; why was I freaking out?
I increased the speed of my careful, small steps. It felt like at any moment, my mess was going to make a swift exit into my seat. To make matters worse, I realized there was some kind of large gathering going on in the main park. I couldn’t turn back now. The fastest way out of the park was to quickly navigate through the crowd.
As I carefully and quickly weaved through the people, the desperation intensified. I could feel a warmth signaling that the load was ready to make an exit. My jaw tensed up and I drew in a breath. Just a few minutes and I would at least be out of the park.
Suddenly, someone bumped into me with enough force to knock my skateboard out of my arms. It was like slow motion. As I reached out for it, my concentration broke and my muscles unclenched.
As my board went crashing to the ground, my stanced bowed as a warm, sticky log forced it’s way out into my seat. The pressure caused it to mash into a sticky, muddy pile as more poop came churning out with a stream of loud crackling.
“Are you okay?” I didn’t even realize that the guy who bumped my board out of my hands had been watching me with a mixture of pity and hesitation on his face. I immediately felt the searing heat of embarrassment wash over my face as this guy watched me helplessly poop in my pants like a toddler. I silently nodded slowly and scrambled to crouch down to retrieve my board.
Crouching was a mistake. The mess intensified and the sticky, thick warmth spread and smeared across my seat. A slight scent wafted upward, but luckily my hoodie kept too much from wafting further.
“Unggghhh!” I gave a push and kept my eyes down to the ground. Crouching in my shameful state of filth, I couldn’t bear to look at the people staring at me. Overcome with embarrassment, I began to uncontrollably wet my diaper as well. I grabbed the front of my pants out if shock and gasped. The flood of sticky poop finally stopped, but it felt as if I had five pounds of warm fudge sitting in my diaper.
I quickly grabbed my skateboard and waddled away from the crowd. I knew that the back of my pants were bulging and sagging badly at this point. As I walked, the messy warmth mashed against my bottom and I felt myself instantly get hard. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, which made me feel strangely hotter. Once I was out of sight from the crowd, I hid behind a dumpster and felt my seat.
The warmth was intoxicating and I sighed as I began to knead it slowly and heavily.
I would have to take care of the tent in my pants when I got home, preferably before cleaning up…
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