Wetting and pooping your diaper in public
Has anyone had something similar happen to them?
I was at the mall with my wife/mommy and I told her (in confidence) that I had to go potty and she replied (in a voice loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “Just go in your diaper, that’s what they’re for.” Now I don’t know if she forgot that my diaper was already wet, or whether when I say that I ‘have to go potty’ that means that I have to poop as well as pee or what but I did what she told me to do, I spread my legs and started peeing and pooping in my diaper. It didn’t take long before my diaper reached capacity and began leaking. Within seconds pee was streaming down the insides of my legs or alternatively pouring straight through the saturated crotch of my jeans while simultaneously a lump roughly the size of a softball grew in the seat of my pants accompanied by the unmistakable smell of someone pooping their pants (or diaper as the case may be). Before 30 seconds had þassed i was standing in a puddle 3 feet across with the crotch and insides of my jeans noticeably darker and glistening with the wetness of my urine. She began walking back to where I was standing, in a lake of urine and began berating me for wetting and messing my diaper and pants, even though that’s precisely what she had told me to do not 2 minutes earlier. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t even realize that I was sucking my thumb. She grabbed my other hand and dragged me off to the nearest family washroom and led me inside and took my diaper bag from me and brought out the changing mat that was inside of it and unfolded it and put it on the floor of the washroom and fished out one of my pacifiers s and replaced my thumb with it before undoing my pants jeans and slipping them down my legs and off, then she told me to lie down on the mat and spread my legs but before I could move she asked if I had finished going potty to which I shook my head— no so she told d to finish going potty before sh e chwnged my diaper. So I stood there and I finished wetting and pooping in my diaper and I sat down on the mat with a resounding squish which forced my poop to spread throughout the interior of my diaper, then she made me lay back and suckle my pacifier as she popped the tapes of my diaper and pull back the front my diaper and we were both assaulted by the full brunt of the aroma of my messy diaper. She grabbed a handful of baby wipes and began cleaning the poop from my bum. Once she had all the hazmat cleaned off of me she deposited it into my used diaper and rolled it up and taped it closed. Then she reached into my diaper bag and pulled out the most babyish diaper she could find (a little for big Vintage Baby diaper) and began unfolding it before sliding it underneath my bum, then she applied lotion and baby powder before drawing the front of my diaper up between my legs and smoothing it across my tummy before finally taping me snugly inside. She helped me to my feet and gave me a playful swat on my diapered bottom before dropping my used diaper in the trash and folding up my changing pad and tucking it inside my diaper bag and pulled out a plastic bag which shr put my soaking wet jeans in and seeing as we didn’t bring a change of pants she marched me through the mall and out to the car with my very babyish diaper completely exposed for everyone to see. I was so embarrassed that before we even got through the mall and out to the car I wet my diaper in full view of everyone around us.
(Unfortunately she didn’t take any pictures of the event)
I was at the mall with my wife/mommy and I told her (in confidence) that I had to go potty and she replied (in a voice loud enough for everyone around us to hear, “Just go in your diaper, that’s what they’re for.” Now I don’t know if she forgot that my diaper was already wet, or whether when I say that I ‘have to go potty’ that means that I have to poop as well as pee or what but I did what she told me to do, I spread my legs and started peeing and pooping in my diaper. It didn’t take long before my diaper reached capacity and began leaking. Within seconds pee was streaming down the insides of my legs or alternatively pouring straight through the saturated crotch of my jeans while simultaneously a lump roughly the size of a softball grew in the seat of my pants accompanied by the unmistakable smell of someone pooping their pants (or diaper as the case may be). Before 30 seconds had þassed i was standing in a puddle 3 feet across with the crotch and insides of my jeans noticeably darker and glistening with the wetness of my urine. She began walking back to where I was standing, in a lake of urine and began berating me for wetting and messing my diaper and pants, even though that’s precisely what she had told me to do not 2 minutes earlier. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t even realize that I was sucking my thumb. She grabbed my other hand and dragged me off to the nearest family washroom and led me inside and took my diaper bag from me and brought out the changing mat that was inside of it and unfolded it and put it on the floor of the washroom and fished out one of my pacifiers s and replaced my thumb with it before undoing my pants jeans and slipping them down my legs and off, then she told me to lie down on the mat and spread my legs but before I could move she asked if I had finished going potty to which I shook my head— no so she told d to finish going potty before sh e chwnged my diaper. So I stood there and I finished wetting and pooping in my diaper and I sat down on the mat with a resounding squish which forced my poop to spread throughout the interior of my diaper, then she made me lay back and suckle my pacifier as she popped the tapes of my diaper and pull back the front my diaper and we were both assaulted by the full brunt of the aroma of my messy diaper. She grabbed a handful of baby wipes and began cleaning the poop from my bum. Once she had all the hazmat cleaned off of me she deposited it into my used diaper and rolled it up and taped it closed. Then she reached into my diaper bag and pulled out the most babyish diaper she could find (a little for big Vintage Baby diaper) and began unfolding it before sliding it underneath my bum, then she applied lotion and baby powder before drawing the front of my diaper up between my legs and smoothing it across my tummy before finally taping me snugly inside. She helped me to my feet and gave me a playful swat on my diapered bottom before dropping my used diaper in the trash and folding up my changing pad and tucking it inside my diaper bag and pulled out a plastic bag which shr put my soaking wet jeans in and seeing as we didn’t bring a change of pants she marched me through the mall and out to the car with my very babyish diaper completely exposed for everyone to see. I was so embarrassed that before we even got through the mall and out to the car I wet my diaper in full view of everyone around us.
(Unfortunately she didn’t take any pictures of the event)
51-55, M
