I went to it for elementary and middle school. One time in preschool I was looking for a place to poop, and found one of those toy trucks, the ones with the box like back. Making sure no one was looking, I squatted over it, undid my pants, and pooped into it. I had to sometimes shift a bit to make sure I was pooping into the back. Once done I pulled my pants up, and went on my way

Oh wow, I’m Catholic too. I went to catholic school for elementary and highschool. I understand, first graders are not the most logical of people. Well, I’m glad you were never caught.

This little incident occured in, as the title suggests, preschool. I was about five, and attending preschool at the YMCA. This was my first month there, and as I had used up my last diaper shortly after arriving, and had gotten changed by my mom, I was out of diapers till the end of the day. I was dressed in my usual attire of sneakers, I don't recall the brand, dark blue sweatpants, a T-Shirt, and a dark blue sweatshirt. I would eschew this in warmer months.

It was during story time, one of my favorite times of the day, that I began to feel my breakfast, which I think was oatmeal, and the bottle of milk, start to kick in, exacting a pressure on my bladder and bowels. Normally. I would have been fine with just going then and there, but without the smell encasement of a diaper, I was kind of worried.

Lucky for me, my teacher called up a bathroom break. One by one we were sent into the correct gendered bathroom. As I entered, and stared at the toilet, a sense of unease came over me. You see, aside from liking them, the reason I wore diapers up till the summer-ish between 2nd and 3rd grade (Though I did need them at night for a month or two after), was A. I was uncomfortable with public restrooms outside my home environment, and let's face it, public bathrooms aren't always the cleanest, and B. A slight fear of the flushing noise. However, that was quelled by a tiny mischievous side of me. I remember trying to calm my unease around public bathrooms, and in a weird way, rebel against that particular toilet, I simply plopped onto it, and began grunting and releasing. My bladder went first, soaked through my dark pants and into the toilet below. Meanwhile, my poop slithered out into the back of my pants. Wiping up, I dumped the poop out of my sweatpants and into the toilet below. Hiking my pants up, I washed my hands. I was still a bit freaked out by the flushing noise so I didn't flush (And let's face it, there are some toilets with insanely loud flushes), and left the bathroom.

Throughout the rest of the day I either peed in intervals into my pants, thankful of their dark color, or, if it was poop, improvised. Like for instance, making sure no one could see me, I would go behind a book case, slide my pants down, do my dooty on the floor, pull up my pants, and go on my way. That was a fun day

Catholic and well, I wasn't yet comfortable with the school bathrooms then, and I was too close to losing it I didn't think I'd make it to the bathroom.

Interesting, did you go to a Catholic school or was it some other Christian denomination? Do you remember why you didn’t just ask to use the bathroom since you weren’t wearing a diaper?

Maybe So, this occured in the, well, fairly early in 1st grade, around September, so about a month after starting 1st grade at good old Saint John Vianney. After a quick, but hearty, breakfast of a bottle of milk, oatmeal, and, on the way to my school, some pancakes with patty from the McDonalds near my house, my mom drove me to school for the day. As it was a free dress day, I had traded in the khaki twill pants and polo of the usual uniform for a nice grey T-shirt, and a pair of those kid-sized blue jeans. That and some slip on sneakers.

After a few basic activities, a few hours after class had started, so about ten thirty or so, our teacher announced Recess. As I went to the cubbies with classmates, and squatted a bit to grab my Batman lunchbox, I felt this shifting in my gut. It was at that point, as I was zipping up my backpack, a Spiderman themed one if memory serves, that I realized I hadn't had my morning poop at that point, and the food I was digesting was only adding more fuel to the fire. Now, for those of you who've read my experiences in the past will wonder, why didn't I use my diaper.

Well, two reasons, after being dropped up, and quickly taken to the bathroom for a quick pee, my mom had changed me out of my diaper, which had caught most of the pee that had slipped out while making my way out of the car and to the bathroom closest to my class, as I didn't have any spares left, and she hadn't had time to buy any at say, Toys R Us (RIP), and even if we had time, there really weren't too many stores in between my house and SJV on the usual route that would sell diapers, as most of the stores we passed were convenience stores, which from my experience don't really sell much outside of food, basic medicines, and like, paper towels and barbecue supplies...oh, and booze.

Anywho, still a bit peckish, and not really feeling it was too urgent, I simply clenched and made my way outside. Sitting down, applying pressure to my sphincter, on a nearby bench, I let out the occasional toot, as silently as I could, and began eating the crackers and cheese I had been packed, washing it all down with a bottle of Pediasure. It was at this point I began shifting a bit as my need to poop slowly increased. I had moved from the bench and began playing a game of hide and seek around our designated area with a few of my classmates.

It was around the time that I moved under our playground equipment to hide did I not only faintly hear the seeker, I forget who it was, close to finishing their count, but also my need to poop was at critical levels, as I could already feel the head of my poop turtling its way out of my butt. So, I did was I had to to both get privacy to do my dooty, and hide from the seeker. Squatting beneath the shaded and shadowed slide, the sloped one rather than the curved, I simply began pushing out my poop, thankfully all solid, into the seat of my pants. It wasn't too much, but still. As I finished up, and making sure the seeker wasn't positioned where they could spot me, I pressed my legs together, and sprinted as normally as I could to the nearest bathroom. My gait was a bit more slower as, while I was used to the bulk of loaded pants, said loaded pants would often have a diaper beneath them.

After I got into the bathroom, I went into the closest stall, and undid my pants. Carefully picking them up, I overturned the poop into the toilet. Grabbing a few pieces of toilet paper, and making sure no one was coming in, I walked my bare for the waist down butt to the sink, and dampened the toilet paper. Making my way back into the stall, I began cleaning up the butt of my pants, which thankfully only concluded to a skid mark and a few specks of poop, and my butt, flushing the towels and feces down the toilet. After a bit more time to let it dry for a bit, I pulled my pants up, and went on my way.

I’m sure your teachers were wondering where that smell was coming from.

once recall being in line in preschool, desperately needing to poop. I began stamping around a bit in line, holding my butt to keep my poop in, doing kind of a potty dance, as I knew it would be a lot, and would be quite noisy. I farted a bit, but managed to hold it. Once I got inside the bathroom, I went into a stall, squatted down, and began letting go. A sense of immense relief washed over me as I pooped. Once I was done, I sat on the toilet, squishing it so it wouldn't be as expanded, and pulled my pants up, exiting the bathroom

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