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"Oh..." Aang said in reply. He could see that his friend was embarrassed, and wasn't too sure how to proceed with things from here. "Uh, do you think you can hold it until we land? Cause otherwise...." he trailed of, not wanting to say it and humiliate his friend further.
True to form, his gut then spoke up, and feeling a familiar pressure, Aang switched to autopilot mode, as he lifted his padded rear up slightly and leaned forward, screwing up his face and balling his hands into fists like a baby as he grunted audibly, and pushed a large, shapeless mess out into the back of his diaper, causing it to sag, and the smell to spread. He then sat down with a squish, as the mess pancaked against his rear.
"Sorry Katara, just had to go poopie." he told her nonchalantly, shifting slightly as he sat, enjoying the stinky warmth of his messy rear. He smiled at her. He knew that she found him using his diapers somewhat cute, but he also wanted to try and take away from her own embarrassing feelings.
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