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Conversation Between CutiepieAngel and diokno44
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Hey Cutie, Would you like to do a potty training RP?
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I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. How about you?
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Hey friend, how are things?
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It was one of the first times I went without a diaper
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So, this happened a little over a decade ago. I was about five or so. I went to the local YMCA for preschool during this, after trying out a few others. I had run out of diapers prior to arriving this day, so I went commando under my pants. Before arriving, I had had a bottle of milk during breakfast, one during the car ride, and later on, prior to this incident, a box of juice one of the attendants had passed out to me during snack time.
About four minutes before this incident, I felt an odd pressure building up. At first, I didn't make much of it, but later realized what it was, I had to pee. Ignoring, like a fair few kids would do, and because I wasn't yet comfortable with using the bathrooms, I didn't ask to go.
A few minutes later, the teacher had us line up in front of the bathroom. I was near the back. By this point in time, my need was swiftly growing. While the line moved up, I suddenly felt a warm feeling. Looking down, I noticed a growing wet spot on the crotch of my sweatpants, which traveled downwards. Thankfully enough, my pants were dark enough. I just let nature run its course, not really bothering to stop it.
By the time I entered the bathroom, my pants had dried, and hopefully so did the carpet.
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I donīt think anyone who came in really cared
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Not that I know of
Now, let me see if I can druge up any memories. There was this one time when I was about five or six. I was out with my mom, shopping at Toys R Us. While I was looking at some action figures, I felt a pressure in my gut, and insinctivly pushed out my breakfast into my diaper. My mom noticed this, and took me into the bathroom. I remember women, and sometimes mothers with their kids, going in and out of the bathroom in a blur of sorts
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And I'm assuming nobody found out?
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Ah, OK
Let's see, memories, memories. Ah, there was this one time in preschool. We went to a nearby field to search for gold nuggets, which were likely just rocks spray painted gold. While I was searching for some, I felt the need to pee. I had used my last diaper shortly after arriving. So, making sure no one was watching, I pulled my pants down enough so I could pee, and went on the dirt ground
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