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ughhh, so I gotta spill this super embarrassing thing that happened with my ex, back when he was still my boyfriend. I’m just a dumb lil baby girl, y’know, and sometimes my silly autistic brain just doesn’t think things through. He called me over to his place to, well, fuck, but he begged me to wear somethin’ sexy instead of my usual diapies. I mean, he sorta accepted my diaper thing, but he didn’t wanna see ‘em or deal with ‘em at all (red flag, I knowww). I didn’t wanna at all, but he kept pushin’, so I was like, fiiiine, I’ll show him I can be a big girl. I squeezed into my cute lil Hello Kitty fullback panties—one of the few non-diaper things I even own—and these shiny, tight leather leggings that hugged everything. I wasn’t even used to walkin’ without that padded bulk between my thighs, felt so weird!

So I’m on the bus to his place, and after a bit, my tummy starts rumblin’ real bad. I needed to poop, like, super urgent. But y’know, I’m such a dumb baby girl who doesn’t think twice. I’m so used to lettin’ go in my diapies that I just… did it. Right there in my panties and leggings. This huge, mushy, stinky load just explodes into my panties, filling ‘em up so loud with wet farts and squelches everyone had to hear it. The leather leggings trap it all in, holding that hot, heavy mess nicely and tight against my butt. I can feel it spreading everywhere, all warm and squishy. I swear the whole bus knew—people were turnin’ their heads, wrinklin’ their noses. I just sat there, actin’ like nothing happened, even though my butt was literally squishin’ in this warm, stinky load.

I get off at my stop, and I’m waddlin’ the rest of the way to his house, each step makin’ the loudest, grossest squishy sounds, but honestly, havin’ that heavy mess between my legs again felt… nice? Pathetic, I know, but I missed that feelin’.

I get to his house, walk right in, plop down on his couch like it’s all good. He’s chattin’ me up, gettin’ flirty, and I’m just sittin’ there, actin’ normal, sitting in my mess. Then he smells it. He’s like, “Uh, what’s that smell?” I just shrug, all casual, “Oh, dunno, maybe somethin’ outside?” I’m playin’ it off, gigglin’ inside at how dumb I must look. But then he gets handsy, grabs my ass to pull me close, and—yep—he feels it. His hand squishes right into the soft squishy mess through my leggings, and his face just drops. The look on his face—pure horror. He’s like, “What the hell?! Did you seriously shit yourself? I knew you did this in diapers, but you can’t even hold it for one damn bus ride?!” He’s yellin’, gaggin’, tellin’ me how gross I am, how he can’t believe I’d show up like this. I just shrug, like, “Oopsie, I kinda forgot I didn't have my diapie on!” He’s freaking out, saying I’m disgusting, how he can’t deal with this, and I’m just sitting there, smirking, letting the mess spread even more under me on his couch. Yeah, that’s when I became his ex. He kicked me out real quick.

“Honey, come in here a moment.”

You were trying to make it upstairs to your bedroom before attracting any attention. Your stepmother managed to foil that plan right away.

“Uh, what’s up Candice?” You asked, not moving from the hallway. You eyes flicked away from where she sat on the living room couch. Only a few feet away, the stairs to your bedroom, and safety, beckoned. 

“I told you, call me stepmom, or even just mommy,” she admonished.

“Ok….mommy. What’s up?”

“Come here a minute. You look all pale. Are you feeling ok?”

In truth, your heart was beating a mile a minute and your clothes were damp with cold sweat. But that didn’t even compare to what you had under your pants…

“No, I’m fine,” you said, adding a half-hearted, nervous laugh.

“Just indulge my motherly feeling, won’t you? Now, come here.” 

This last bit was more of a command, though she still managed to have the softest, most maternal tone. You reluctantly shuffled into the living room, wincing on the inside at each step as you could hear a telltale crinkle. A grin spread across her face.

“What was that, honey?” She asked as you came to a stop in front of her. She was standing now, and had her arms folded across her chest.

“Nothing,” was all you managed to say.

“Nothing? I don’t know, it didn’t sound like nothing. Are you sure it wasn’t anything?”

You tried to mumble something, but before you could even start thinking of how to get out of this predicament, your step mommy grabbed your crotch.

“Aha! Just as I suspected. Why didn’t you tell me you were wearing a diaper?”

Now it was time for you to hang your head in shame, both at the discovery of your diaper and also because your stepmommy’s sudden movement had caused you to let go a little bit in those same diapers.

“Cat got your tongue? It’s all right sweetie. But let’s get those pants off. Mommy wants to see her diapered boy.”

Soon your pants were gone and you stood there, blushing furiously, in a now wet diaper. You step mommy looked on in knowing amusement.

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