I haven't really talked to them in months.
his occurred in the first grade, back in 2004. My class had gone on, I guess you could call it a field trip of sorts, to a local park, and zoo, Happy Hollow. I was dressed in my school's uniform of a polo, this time was the green one, a tank-top undershirt, and rounded out with the khaki shorts that you could wear in place of the slacks. However, the only thing not part of the curriculum uniform I wore was the Huggies Pull-Ups beneath the shorts.

I followed my class through a tour of the zoo part, munching on a pack of crackers and drinking a juice box we were provided with. It was around the time we neared our first snack break, right around 10 AM, when recess would begin, that I felt a pressure begin building up in my bladder and bowels. Even though I felt a few droplets leak into my PullUp, and my guts were gurgling a storm, I didn't want to miss out on seeing the animals, so I ignored it.

It was during snack time, when I was eating the Taco Bell quesedilla and apple juice my mom, that my bladder and bowels came surging back into full force. Squeezing my buttcheeks and legs together, I squirmed a bit, thankful we were then allowed to play in the play area of Happy Hollow. It had some fake animal paw prints in the ground, and a few trees. It was here that I began to squirm a bit more, and felt some poop start to turtle out. I didn't know where the bathrooms were, and even if I did, I didn't think I'd make it to them in time. Making sure no one was looking, I ducked behind the furthest tree, which was right next to a bush, and hastily yanked my PullUp and pants down enough so I could poop, and let go. Unfortunately, as I did my dooty, my bladder released, as as my PullUp was still covering my crotch, quickly soaked it. I didn't care at that point. As I finished up, I yanked my damp PullUp up, alongside my shorts. Washing my hands in the bathroom, which I found after the fact had actually been within walking distance, I continued with the tour.

That’s a great story! Are you still friends with them today?

So this occurred when I was about five years of age. A few weeks prior to this, my mom.and I visited a family friend. I played with her daughters. Let's call then Lisa and Anya, and no, those are not their real names. While I was playing in their room, they decided to torture my five year old self by forcing me to sit through Barbie, probably why I loathe the doll icon to this day.

Fast forward to this day. We were playing tag when we ended up tripping and, as is common, fell atop one another. My pants had slid down a bit, revealing my diaper. They teased me about it, so I decided to get my revenge on them for the Barbie incident. Grunting, I began loading up my diaper with the lunch of rice and lumpia we had earlier. They squealed and called me gross, and it was now my turn to chase after them

I feel sorry for the poor worker or kid that found it. Do you have any stories about when you actually were wearing diapers?

Not that I know of.

So this occurred in the 2nd grade. I, and a few of my classmates, were attending the birthday of another classmate, held at the local Chuckie Cheese. It was around the time after we finished our pizza, and I felt a shifting in my gut. I was about to ask my mom to take me to the bathroom, but I remembered she had left to buy more diapers. Also, I was diaperless in this memory. So, rubbing my gurgling gut, and squeezing my cheeks together, I set off to play to put my mind on other things.

Every so often I'd let out a toot as I played or felt a shifting in my gut. I'd have to stop for a second on what I was doing to clamp down, but I could feel the start of my poop slowly turtling.

It was while I was playing in the ball pit that I felt my control slipping. So, diving as deep as I could, I squatted down, and let go. The thankfully solid poop slid out into my shorts, filling them up nicely. Once I was done, I slid my shorts off, dumped out the poop, then pulled my pants up. Once I swam out, I headed for the bathroom where I wiped up

I really like how descriptive you are. Do you think any of your friends ever suspected that you wore diapers?

Haha So, this occurred in 1st grade, during the mid year or so of 2004. It was one of my favorite types of school occasions, in this case, a free dress day. As it was a chilly day, or at least chilly for my past of California, I wore a pair of dark blue sweatpants, which still fit me then, a green T-shirt with a tan stripe in the middle, vertical, and green sweater, not too dissimilar to the school uniform sweater, sans the lack of the school logo, and this one was a tiny bit lighter shade of green. Alongside that were my newest pair of glasses at the time, a sky blue framed pair, and a pair of Velcro sneakers. Now you may ask, as I've reiterated in stories in the past, why I didn't mention my diaper. Well A. I thought it would be redundant at this point and time to do so, and B. I wasn't wearing one. I had worn my last one to school, had pooped in it changed,, and didn't have a spare.

Anyway, it was while playing jump rope with some friends (I was one of the two holding the rope handles), when I felt the need to pee. Letting out a small dribble, I clamped my legs together a bit, and kept on swinging the rope. After a few more minutes, and me now jumping, I felt my need to pee return. Not wanting to risk any of my pee hitting my friends in case of an accidental or intentional wetting, and also to have more time to play, I told my friends that I had to go to the bathroom. Letting out another dribble to regain my control, I made my way to the bathroom.

However, to my dismay, not only were all the urinals in use, with the only one not being Out of Order, but all the stalls were in use. Crossing my legs, I went out to go find a place to pee myself in peace. Eventually, I found a place on the blacktop with a little crater in it. Making sure I wasn't being directly watched, I looked at the sky, and relaxed my bladder. I made it look like I was simply watching the clouds and making a story or pictures with them. As the crotch of my pants darkened, the stream traveled downwards, and into the little crater beneath. I liked the warmth, especially as it was chilly that day. Once I had finished wetting, I went back, and began playing with my friends again.

That “stinks” that you got poop on your shorts.

Thanks, heh.
So, this occurred in 2nd Grade, I was about 7 years old, and I was attending the birthday party of one of my friends at SJV. It wasn't an overtly formal affair, I mean, most birthday parties aren't, I just wore a nice pair of shorts, brown I think they were, oddly fitting in this scenario, and one of those short-sleeved button-down shirts, I also had on my then latest pair of glasses, a blue framed pair if I recall correctly. I had changed out of the only Pull-Up I had of the day, and my mom was busy with her work so my friend, let's call him Adan, had offered to drop me off at my house after the party if she still wasn't off work.

As I was bouncing on Adan's trampoline with him and a few other kids, it was then my lack of a "safety net" as twere, came to bite me in the ass. You see, I had eaten quite a bit before the party, and during, and that was starting to catch up with me. I felt a shifting in my gut like a brown sandstorm was raging in my bowels. Rubbing my gurgling gut, I bounced a bit slower, clenching my butt cheeks. I got off, deciding to try and find a quiet place to either do my dooty, or find the bathroom. As I let out the occasional toot, Adan's dog, whose name I never learned, and if I did, I can't remember what her name was, followed, whether cause of the smell, or cause she was wondering who this kid was.

Anyway, after asking Adan's mom where the bathroom was, after a bit moments of stopping to try and gain back what control I had, I eventually made my way toward it. However, as I was crossing the outdoor area into the main house, I felt my control begining to slip. Going behind a nearby bush, and realizing I didn't even have the time to slide my shorts down, I did what I could to minimize the damage. Pulling one of the pant legs towards my butt was closely as possible, I let go. Poo rushed out of my butt, most of it sliding out the leg hole onto the ground below, the rest piling it my pants. With only a slight waddle, I grabbed some napkins, and went into the bathroom. Taking off my shorts, I dumped what pooped remained into the toilet, and wiped the dirtied area, as well as my butt and a bit of my leg, off. Washing my hands, and flushing, I pulled my shorts back on, and went back to playing.

You certainly jar a lot of interesting pooping spots. My most extreme one if I remember correct was a shoebox.