Little Ducky

After A and B agreed that A would wear diapers full-time, they laid down some ground rules.

“I think it’s really important that you don’t take the diapers off without my permission. You should always use the diapers to go,” B said, sitting across from A at the dining table.

A didn’t disagree, but made an unsatisfied face. “I mean...what if I can make it to the toilet, though?”

“Baby, the whole reason we put you in diapers in the first place is because you can’t make it to the toilet on time! It will save you and me some grief if you just get used to the diaper. I do not want you taking it off without permission. Understood?” B said sternly.

A nodded, arms crossed. “I can only take it off to change myself when you’re not here.” They repeated the rules to themself. B nodded.

“That’s right,” she said. “And you’ll put a new one back on right afterwards. Trust me, sweetie. This is going to be good for you.” Then she stood up. “Okay, I have my appointment in a few minutes. I’m gonna go. But I won’t be too long. Be good!” She kissed A’s forehead on her way out the front door.

A huffed and sat on the couch. Their tummy had been gurgling for an hour or so. They surely would be able to poop soon...maybe even in the toilet, since B was gone. A took a deep breath and did a test push into the seat of their diaper. Nothing. No movement.

They sighed and turned on the Xbox to play till something happened.

A half-hour later, a fart was pressing hard against their anus. They bore down slightly and blasted a dry fart into the diaper. Then something began to descend. They could feel something wide and firm forcing its way towards the exit. It wasn’t there yet, but it was urgent enough for A to pause their game, and make their way to the toilet, despite B’s explicit instruction.

They didn’t bother closing the bathroom door since B was not home. They pulled the diaper off. The cool air send chills over their private parts and their exposed bottom. Their anus flexed instinctively at being near the toilet. It was ready to come out now.

A lowered their bum onto the cold toilet seat, feeling like an adult finally for the first time in weeks. A stream of piss began trickling from them as the pressure on their bottom grew stronger and stronger. As the last of the piss dribbled out, A heard their anus crackling wide open, and the head of a firm sausage emerged before A even had to push. They let it hang for a moment, and it felt so good to be stretched so wide around the turd.

As they were reveling in the feeling, they heard the front doorknob turn. The poop sucked back up into A’s bottom and they felt themself flood with fear.

“A? Baby?” B called.

“Just a s-second!” A yelled, hoping B didn’t come looking for them. Oh, how they wished they’d closed the bathroom door.

Just as A was about to get off the toilet and put their diaper back on, the poop wanted out, as if it was angry at A for forcing it back inside. Their gut contracted hard and they grunted, pushing the tough head of the poop back out.

“A?” B said again, her voice getting closer. “Did you say something?”

“N-“ A tried to call out, but their tummy threatened to force a grunt out of them once more. Finally they couldn’t hold it back. A forceful, drawn-out throaty sound came from their mouth as they strained the poop through their anus. Then B appeared in the bathroom doorway.

She raised her eyebrows at the sight of A, legs spread on the toilet, red-faced and grimacing up at them guiltily. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly.

“Pooping,” A said shamefully, panting from the exertion. “I just wanted to try going on the toilet again! Please don’t be mad at me!”

B sat on the bathtub edge across from the toilet and spread A’s knees, seeing a smooth, firm log crackling from A’s bum. As she watched, A gave a forceful push, and B saw the poop pick up speed, then it plopped down into the toilet. A’s anus closed back up.

“Please, I’m so sorry, I just really didn’t want to go in the diaper today!” A pleaded, reaching for the toilet paper. B grabbed their wrist.

“No, no wiping. Lay down and I’ll get the wipes. Let’s get that diaper back on you.” She helped A into their back. “And let’s flush this away,” she said, looking at the solid log in the toilet. She pulled the lever.

“Are you going to punish me?” A asked as B began to wipe their hole with a wet wipe. B sighed.

“It’s not going to be a punishment so much as a reminder,” B said. “But we’ll deal with that later. Let’s go to bed.”

Too afraid to ask more, A let B do up their diaper and take them to the bedroom.

The next few days were uneventful, but A remained suspicious. What would they punishment entail?

B spent the days practically spoon-feeding A all their favorite foods: pizza, pasta, fries, the works. A was wary of what these delicious foods meant for their punishment, for they were sure it meant something — but they were a sucker for all the yummy greasy treats and tried to push suspicion from their mind as they dived in. It wasn’t till the third night that they felt something was very wrong.

I haven’t pooped, they thought, feeling their stomach. That was when they filled with dread suspecting what B was going to do to them.

B slipped something into A’s drink the next morning.

“What is that?” A said, eyeing their glass of water.

“It’s your punishment. Or, your reminder,” she said. “It’s a little tablet that will get your tummy ready for what I have planned today.”

“Which is?” A asked nervously.

“I have lots of errands to do and I thought you could come with me,” B said casually. “Grocery store, pharmacy, starbucks...”

“Is this going to make me poop?” A asked, staring at the plate of breakfast food they’d just emptied.

“Just drink it darling. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time.” B soothed.

As she stared at A, they raised their water glass to their lips and downed it, punishment pill and all.

A tried to forget about the mysterious pill as they accompanied B on her day’s errands. They got coffee first. A didn’t want any, fearing the coffee would speed up their bowels, but B just smiled, kissed their cheek, and order them a big iced latte.

“Not even with almond milk?” A said as they waited for their order. “You know what dairy does to my tummy.”

B hummed. “I do. That’s why I ordered it for you. We’re going to see just exactly why it’s important for you to wear the diaper.” She patted A’s bottom loud enough for the crinkling diaper to sound.

A sipped their latte nervously in the car. Their tummy felt so full from breakfast, and from the past 3 days of food. So far it was just a deep twinging ache; not urgent yet, but A could tell their guts were getting ready to force out a barrage of pent-up turds.

“What was that pill?” A asked again, squeezing their legs together.

B chuckled. “Are you feeling icky?”

“Yes,” A said, aggravated now. “What was the pill?”

“It’s a digestion aid.”

“What kind of aid??”

“It stimulates bowel contractions, and helps add some...bulk.”

“What??? My shits are already big as is!!” A blushed at their own desperation to gain control of the situation. “I don’t need that stupid pill. It’s just going to make me uncomfortable.”

“Sweetie, I promise you don’t have to worry about a thing. It’s not going to harm you, and I’ll make sure no one gives you any trouble.”

“Why would they give me trouble?? Are you going to force me to-“ they almost couldn’t finish the sentence, the thought was too terrible. She won’t make me poop my diaper in public, will she? They thought.

B just turned into the parking lot of the pharmacy with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it,” she said.

While B talked to the pharmacist, A said in a chair and squirmed. The pressure building in their gut was coming on faster and stronger than A thought it would. It was becoming hard to take their mind off it.

At this point, A hoped B would just let them mess their diaper in the car, rather than the grocery store. I’ll try to do it on the next drive, they thought to themself, hoping the massive dump would be ready in time.

“Please hurry,” A was bobbing their knees watching B collect her medicine from the pharmacist. The pressure was begging to be released just a little bit, and A relaxed their bottom slightly. A crackling fart shot into their diaper, wetter and louder than they were expecting. The poop would definitely be ready soon.

B turned around. “Mm, getting closer, baby?” She said, patting A on the shoulder. A was mortified, sure the pharmacist had heard their fart.

“Let’s just go,” A mumbled, standing up. B held their hand as they exited the pharmacy.

A massages their tummy in the car, readying themself to push out their dump before arriving at the grocery store. As B turned on the car, A bore down, trying not to grunt as to not alert B.

Immediately a series of painful loud farts came out. A groaned softly. B looked at them.

“Your cheeks are pink,” she noted warningly. “Are you pushing?”

A shook their head quickly. “No, just...trying to relieve some pressure, that’s all.”

“You are not to poop until it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t want you wearing a messy diaper for longer than you need to.”

A made a noise of frustration. “I don’t want to poop in the store!! Please can I just do it now? It feels ready,” they said. their recent farts had their hole feeling a lot looser, and they could feel a heavy load descending into their colon.

B shook her head. “No, you’re going to wait till it comes out on its own. You can push when your body pushes for you.”

A was too aggravated to say anything else, so they just continued letting hot, silent farts seep into their diaper, trying desperately to alleviate the aches in their tummy.

By the time they pulled into the grocery store parking lot, A felt the sudden intense urge to let it all out. Their anus burned and a tiny fart escaped. The whined and groaned again, wanting so badly to bear down but too embarrassed to beg again. B turned off the car. “Okay, let’s go in. Want to push the cart for me?”

A glared at her and got out of the car gingerly, walking slowly with their thighs clenched. They grabbed a cart on their way in and B lead them to the produce section.

A’s grip on the cart handle tightened as they drew in a sharp breath. Their stomach twisted and cramped viciously, a horrid pain overtaking their entire gut and forcing them to bend over. “Oh god, oh god, no,” they whined. A fart shot into the diaper, not loud enough to alert nearby shoppers, but loud enough for B to hear and chuckle.

“Oh, poor baby. Having trouble holding it?” She put a bunch of bananas in the cart. A’s face twisted with the effort to resist the urge to relax and push, hunched over in the grocery store. So they just nodded.

“Mmhmm,” they groaned, trying to stand up straight and keep pushing the cart forward. The urge subsided gradually, but A feared its return — they could tell the next contraction would be too demanding to resist.

The two made their way around the store, A whining and squirming quietly like a child. They would feel the irresistible childish urge to bend their knees each time they stopped walking, so they would rush B frequently.

“Please please can we go?” A whined. A woman in the dairy section looked over at A pitifully. A blushed hard. “B, please. I’m desperate and my tummy hurts and I just wanna leave.”

“I’m not done shopping yet, sweetie,” B lead them to the baby section. “We need to pick up some more diapers for you, seeing as you’re about to fill this one.” She giggled and the woman heard, shooting them a confused, embarrassed look. A was horrified.

Then it was happening. A hot, painful fart forced its way out of A, and a brutal contraction seized their stomach. “Ow!! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” they moaned, tears prickling their eyes. “B, I really can’t hold it, I can’t, I can’t,” they said.

B knew they were truly desperate now. “Okay, honey, good. You can let it go. Do you want me to help you into the cart so you can focus on pooping?”

A nodded and resisted the urge as much as possible while B helped them climb into the bed of the shopping cart, which was empty enough that they could sit in a low squat with their legs spread comfortably. Once they were situated and B began pushing the cart through the busy baby food isle, A decided they had no option but to let go.

While staring up at the ceiling lights, they drew in a massive breath, and bore down, grunting shortly. A man shopping next to their cart looked around suddenly and was met with the view of A’s reddening face, and their crinkly white diaper beneath their thin leggings.

“Please...gggnnnnnngg...don’t look at me,” A whined and grunted pitifully, trying not to look the man in the eyes. The man was alarmed and quickly turned back around.

B chuckled. “Sorry, don’t mind them. They’re totally backed up, but looks like it’s finally ready to come out, huh?” She smiled down at A, who was frustratedly launching into another push.

They could feel their anus flexing out, but the hole remained shut tight, despite the enormous urge to unload. “It won’t come out,” A heaved, sweat beginning to glisten on their forehead.

B pushed the cart towards checkout, where there was a long line of customers with full carts. “Keep trying, darling. Try holding your knees.”

“I don’t want anyone to hear me,” A said quietly as they drew nearer to the shoppers in line.

“It’s a natural process sweetie, everyone understands that. Just focus on getting your poop out.” B smiled down at them. “Now let me see you push.”

A could not think of anything else to do, so they propped their feet up on the baby seat portion of the cart, and began grunting, overcome with the primal urge to force their anus open. They screwed their eyes shut.

“Good job, that’s a good push,” B said, caressing their knee. “Is it coming out?”

“It’s....hnnnng....hnnnng!!!!! It’s starting to open up my bottom,” A grunted. A prickling sensation spread through their anus as it started to dome downward, a knobbly wide stool working its way out. “I just need to...HHNNG..push!!!”

A woman in front of them in line turned around. “Oh, poor thing. Are they constipated?” She said to B. B nodded. “They have a hard time using the potty at home so sometimes we have to use diapers. Isn’t that right, baby?”

A tried to hide their face, but their stomach was forcing them to push hard, and the urge to spread their legs wider overcame them. They used their hands to pull their knees to their chest, and with a grunt that was nearly a yell, they felt the tip of their poop widen their anus. “Ggggggggrrrrggg....it’s coming!!” They grunted. Their chest heaved. A pebble fell into the seat of their diaper.

“That’s it, baby,” B said, placing her hand on the bottom of the diaper. She felt something rock hard push against it.

A felt like they were being split in half by how wide and rocky their stool was. Its tip finally touched the diaper. “I’m pooping,” they groaned uncontrollably. “Hnng, I’m pooping now, please don’t look!!”

B just hummed comfortingly and the woman in front of them in line giggled softly. A’s loud efforts were drawing a small crowd of onlookers. “Don’t watch me!” They begged through a grunt. “I’m pooping!!”

B began loading groceries onto the conveyer belt when they were next in line at the cashier. She acted casually, as if A was not there. A’s stomach was kicking into reflex mode now was the first section of their log thudded like a stump into their diaper. It grew harder to push out the poop as the diaper filled, but their stomach demanded to be emptied and simply forced them to grunt out rock after rock. They made animalistic sounds of effort, strain and humiliation as the diaper began to stretch, trying to accommodate their stool.

The cashier looked at them sympathetically as she rang up B’s purchases. “Are you okay?” She asked.

A was delirious, not even ashamed anymore. “Yes, I’m just...hnnnng...I’m pooping,” they said, pushing as they shared eye contact with the stranger.

“I can see that,” she said. Her and B shared a knowing glance.

“It’s big and hard so I’m...hmmmmg..having a hard time,” A reached down and felt the diaper expanding and growing heavy.

“Well, good luck finishing off that stinker,” the cashier said, handing B her receipt.

A smiled shakily as a softer log coiled out of them. B pushed the cart towards the exit while A was still lost in their own little world, now completely acting on instinct as the rode the waves of peristalsis ushering smooth turds from their loosened bottom.

“Wow, you are a super pooper,” B said as she pushed the cart to their car and unlocked it. “Are you done yet?”

A shook their head, getting to their hands and knees in the cart. Hot, loose pieces of poop came now, sending farts out with each contraction of A’s gut.

“Let me help you into the car. You can finish pooping on the drive home, okay?” B said.

“Okay, just let me...uggh,” a loud fart and a squelching sound came from A’s bottom. Then they stood on shaky knees and let B help them step out of the cart. While B put the cart away, A leaned with their head against the car and their bottom pushed out, not caring that strangers could see them, and let soft, demanding poop spew from their anus.

B came back and helped A slowly into the car, while their legs shook furiously and their hole flexed in and out like pair of lips puckering. Finally they were seated in the passenger seat, with their feet up on the dash, comfortably pooping again, forcing the final segments of stool out into the stuffed diaper.

B got into the drivers seat and looked over at A. “You looked so beautiful in there,” she said. “Working so hard to empty yourself.”

A breathed heavily and the scent of their massive dump filled the car. “Thanks,” they said. They weren’t even annoyed anymore that B forced them to shit in public, they were just glad to be finally empty.