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Got another story This was sometime in kindergarten. I was close to six at this point. And to top it off, still padded, now beneath some school regulation khakis and a white or green polo. We did have free dress days every once in awhile. I guess the staff must have presumed, like like most kids my age should be, 100% toilet trained. I was, for the most part.
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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