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Yeah, good thing too. I got changed once recess rolled around, as my mom had brought me some food from taco bell

I have one memory of me in 1st grade. I was at my desk, doing some work, when all of a sudden I feel the need to poop. I remember thinking "Well, here it goes" and just started pushing out the poop while working

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Let´s see, flashforwarding a bit, I remember this one incident during a school trip. We were all taken to a nearby field to find, presumably, fake gold nuggets. I had run out of spare diapers shortly before. While searching around in some grass, I felt the need to pee. Making sure no one was watching, I tugged the front of my pants down enough so I could pee, and went on the dirt ground

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I have no idea, I guess my pants blocked out a majority of the smell, and my classmates were doing busy with the activity, or maybe though someone had farted

Its fine man, really.

I started attending the local YMCA somewhere around age five. I believe it was only a short while after my fifth birthday, at least a month or so. I was so excited to meet new kids, since most of the kids in my neighborhood, if I recall, were often too old to play with me. This was one of my earliest memories, and held one of my major ones of those days. I was a perfectly normal five year old, except for one thing. I was still padded. Now, I was fully, 100% potty trained by this point, but I still wore them. It allowed me and my mom to bond more, plus I was often, like most kids, to busy to use the bathroom.

I was changed into a fresh diaper by my mom, and had breakfast brought in. I could feed myself, though I did find it fun to be fed by her. While I can’t remember every detail of the meal, I mean, most people can’t remember everything they ate, unless it happened to be the greatest thing they’ve ever had, but I do believe it was either oatmeal, or had rice with it. After a glass of milk, I got dressed with a little help. My outfit was a usual T-Shirt, I believe it was either a plain white, or forest green T-Shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some kids sneakers, can’t recall the brand. After that, my mom held my hand, and we headed to the car, a nice, I believe early 90’s Nissan, jet black, which we used to have. I got in, and drank another glass of milk, while we headed to the YMCA. Now, YMCA’s, at least here in the Bay Area, are pretty dang big. But, to my five year old self, this placed looked titanic in scale.

Once we checked in, my mom had a brief chat with the teacher, who, since I can’t remember her name, we’ll call Mrs. Winters. There were two other supervisors, volunteers maybe, working there. I tuned out most of the conversation between the two, but one thing I vaguely remember is Mrs. Winters asking my mother, “Is he potty trained? Unless he has a medical reason, diapers aren’t allowed here. We simply don’t have the supplies to do so.” I was, of course, but I knew I couldn’t let them find out my, no pun intended, dirty little secret. My mother chuckled, and affirmed I was. She left with a peck on the forehead, as Mrs. Winters led me to the group.

The class was studying the Chinese Zodiac, so I, a lover of books from a young age, tuned in. It was at the time, I began to feel two minor twinges from my bladder and bowels, but put them off. After the lesson, we were asked to pick out the animal we were born under, cut it out, and then wait in line to have it cut. I, at the time, and because I thought they were cool, believed I was born under a dragon. I found out, two-ish years after, that I, being born in early February, was actually a tiger. While cutting it out, I once more felt that familiar call of nature. I was, as if by an ingrown reflex, tempted to use my diaper. It was natural to me by this point, though I will add, I did use the toilet a few times at the Y, mostly if I had run out of diapers. But, since I was done cutting, I once more put it off, and got in line. I was near the back, four or so kids away from the end of the line.

Barely a minute into waiting, I began to regret eating such a large breakfast, and downing two glasses of milk, as well as the sandwich and apple juice box I had for snack time, provided by the YMCA of course. I could feel a mounting pressure coming from both ends. A few dribbles of warm pee dripped into my thirsty padding, while it felt like my anus was slowly opening. I rubbed my sweatpant clad legs together, rubbing my stomach with one hand. None of my classmates noticed, too busy chatting or on getting their animal glued onto popsicle sticks. I glanced at the bathroom, estimating how much longer I could hold on, and whether or not it was worth the risks. Now, I was rarely shy about using my diapers, even in public, but for some reason, in line, with my classmates to the front and back of me, I feared, with how much it felt like I had to go, I believed that my classmates would either hear me evacuating into my diaper, or smell what was happening. Even still, the thought of leaving my spot in line, plus the fact I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it to a place to let go in private, I made a choice.

First, my hand let go of the paper dragon. I let it fall down, then took my hand off my stomach, unlocking my legs. I bent down to pick it up, my sweatpants hugging my diapered rear. I smiled a bit, and let go. My bladder came first, as, with a quiet sigh, a waterfall of warm pee cascaded into my diaper, swiftly drunken by the parched padding. My bowels came next. With a soft grunt, my anus opened. Warm, soft logs began sliding out, a muffled squelching noise, masked by the plastic around my waist, and the pants, could be heard as my diaper shifted to accompany my bowels brown bounty. A fair bit of liquid feces spurted out like hot fudge, slamming into the logs. The softer ones were split by the onslaught of pee my bladder unleashed. Even though I felt release, I was worried about whether or not my classmates could hear or smell me. Two thoughts ran through my head. One was “Please don’t smell my poo poo!” and the other was “This feels good...” After about ten, maybe twenty seconds, I finished up. My fingers wrapped around my paper dragon, as I picked it up, and stood up. My fears were unfounded, as I found none of my classmates had, as far I as I could tell, noticed the fact I, a five year old in preschool, had just filled a diaper with a load the size of a grapefruit.

My fears came back when I got to the teacher. Or, if memory serves, since she looked a bit younger than Mrs. Winters, maybe late teens or early twenties. I worried she would sniff me out. But, to my astonishment, if she did, I was never pulled aside. The Y had a stringent no diaper policy, unless medical reasons required it. I got my paper dragon glued, and continued learning, and playing, all in a wet and poopy diaper.

By the time the day ended, I had used my diaper twice more, and got changed in the car by my mom.

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