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Huh, interesting, and must have sucked. We only had to sign a sheet once we got to the upper grades and our eating area was across the hall.
So, this occurred to me when I was in preschool. I was one of those kids that was, for a short time, uncomfortable with using bathrooms outside my home bathroom(s). Once I got used to the place, I would be comfortable going inside. Plus the fact that I was still diapered, though potty trained, at this point in time, on account of being born premature.
This was on a day where I had changed out of my last diaper in the YMCA's bathroom, and my mom had gone off to work, and to buy a new pack at the store. As I was doing some arts and crafts, I felt the need to poop. I was, at this point, still not comfortable, or accustomed I guess you could say, to the bathrooms at the YMCA. So, what I did was stand up, and lean over the table, as I began to push out my poo into my sweatpants. Somehow, no one noticed a thing. Granted, the kids didn't either when I was diapered, but still
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.
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.
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