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Oh, I understand, just sharing mine

Yeah, and embarrassing.

ust remembered an incident that happened in kindergarten. I was doing some work, coloring a picture we had to, when I felt the need to poop. I half stood in my chair. One hand gripped the small desk, while the other kept coloring. I began to push out a warm load into the seat of my diaper. I was thinking how awesome and kind of funny it was. Here I was, in kindergarten, age six, and still padded. Whereas my friends and classmates would have to stop what they were doing to use the bathroom, I could just keep on doing what I was, and just relax into my diaper.

Whenever I had to pee, I would spread my legs a bit, lean back, and just let go into my diaper.
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Now, this was in late 2003, or early 2004, or so. I was dropped off, and headed into class. We were all accounted for. Now, let me fast forward a bit. It was after recess. I began to feel a slight tingling feeling coming from both ends, but what came up was important to five-ish year old me. Our kindergarten had a small computer area, primarily educational games. So, I sit down at one seat, and begin playing. The feeling grows stronger with each passing movement. I knew that the diaper I wore wouldn't be able to contain the amount of pee sloshing about in my bladder, nor the semi-solid poo that gurgled about. I knew my control wasn't too great I couldn't hold back two floods. So, I looked around to make sure no one was around, and shimmied my khakis down a bit, enough so my diaper was exposed, but the table holding the computer hid it, unless one looked in the spaces between computers, or if the two classmates looked down and to the right/left, but they were too engrossed.

Still focused on the game, I let out a soft half-grunt, half sigh, as things went into motion. First my bladder let loose like a waterfall into my diaper. My poop exploded in a warm, half soup, half mush like consistency, swiftly filling it. I pulled my pants back up, and continued with the game. A little under an hour later, the teacher called us over. I looked at what she had pushed over to us, and mentally gulped. You see, it seemed my diaper had leaked onto the chair, leaving a wet, brown stain on it. That was the closest I was to being caught.

I have quite a few others

sorry i wasn't on much today. i was busy with umm...fun stuff with Jen.

Ah, well, let me tell you one of the major ones that sticks out in my memory.

Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice.

On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line.

It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush.As this was going on, even though it barely lasted a minute, to five year old me it felt like hours. As I pooped, I kept thinking "Please don't notice my poo poo." I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather.

Mind sharing the story, if you're comfortable? I can share some of mine. In fact, some of the things Chris does in the RP, happened to me IRL

Oh, sorry, I shall try not to.