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  1. So, this thought just randomly struck me. I can remember events pretty well from when I was five onwards. However, my memory of my days of potty training are very vague, brief flashes at best. Does anyone here actually recall in a fair amount of detail any memories from those days?
  2. diokno44x

    Sandbox Wetting

    Been awhile eh? This little memory came flooding back to me (pun not attended), when I was walking from the store a few days ago, and the route I took this time happened to take me pass a local park+playground next to my neighborhood. Even though the sky was overcast, quite a few families were here. Anyway, as I glanced at the sandbox I used to play in, on my way home, my mind flashed back to a wetting incident back during preschool. This was in the spring, and the day was fairly warm, as it usually is in Cali. Anyway, due to the weather, and due to a fair few of my long legged pants were in the wash (twice due to, ah, incidents involving me and underwear), I was garbed in shorts, My current attire at this time was a loose lime green T-shirt, a pair of charcoal grey cargo shorts, and some green and white sneakers. Now, this was one of my diaper/Pull-Upless days, for two reasons. 1. It was Potty Test Day, and 2. I had used my last one, and gotten changed out of it, shortly after arriving in the YMCA lobby bathroom. Anyway, I was playing in the sandbox in the outdoor area of the YMCA. It wasn't as. well, furnished as the playground I would use in, say, that park I was talking about up top, or the playground I would use every recess in kindergarten and first grade at Saint John Vianney, but five year old me didn't mind, it was simple, but fun. Anyway, as I was building whatever came to mind with the sand, I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder, but tried to put it off. Eventually, as time wore on, my need to pee slowly, but surely increased, but I tried to keep from squirming too much. Now, you may wonder why I didn't run off and use the bathroom, well, a few reasons. 1. Like most kids, I was too busy playing. 2. The nearest bathroom was relatively far away, and as I was close to bursting, I didn't think I'd make it. and 3. I was uncomfortable with public bathrooms, as I've said before, at least without my mother being there with me. Plus, someone had gone in only a moment earlier, and I wasn't comfortable with using the bathroom if I knew someone that wasn't a family member was in the vicinity of me. Eventually, the pressure grew too much. Quickly making sure no one, classmate or caretaker could see me, I spread my legs a bit, as I would often do when wetting my diaper and if I was sitting. Slowly, a warm trickle of pee began forming, and began to dampen the sand beneath me. I had to turn my full sit into a bit of a squat, so I didn't get wet sand on my shorts. My pee trickled out, until it came to an end. A decently sized, about te size of my fist now, wet patch was on my shorts. Thankfully, it wasn't too noticeable from the color of my shorts. That done, I moved to a different part of the sandbox to play in
  3. diokno44x

    So Close, Yet So Far 2

    Alright, so this happened back in preschool, all the way back in the school year of 2003. This wasn't at the YMCA, but at one of the preschools I had a trial day at. My mom would take me to local preschools, and have me try it out for a day. This place had a stringent anti-diaper policy, which my mom and I found out when the teacher, who was a brunette, and that's really all I can remember of her, told us, and as they had class bathroom breaks every hour, and would check for accidents before sending each student, one by one, into the bathroom (which I did, and still find odd as the bathroom had multiple stalls. Then again, it could be cause some people, especially kids at that age, may be uncomfortable with "going" when someone else is around). So, knowing this, I feigned having to use the bathroom. I squeezed my little legs together, doing a potty dance, and tugged on my mother's pant leg. "Mommy, I gotta potty." I said. My mother caught on, and took me to the nearest bathroom. There, she helped me remove my diaper. As she did so, she asked me, "Do you think you can go a whole day without your diaper Chris?" this was the first time, if memory serves, I had been diaperless, aside from when I was using the toilet (which more often than not, amounted to just the home toilet or a training potty I had under the bed)l and when I was being bathed. I nodded, a bit hesitant, as while I was potty trained, my body was conditioned to use my diaper normally whenever I was outside the house, or at least in a public bathroom when my mom wasn't around. Anyway, just in case, she stashed my diaper in this Spongebob backpack I had. She kissed and hugged me, and sent me off. Cut to roughly an hour later. A class bathroom break had called, we had lined up, and I REALLY needed to pee. It wasn't that bad, at first, just a quick hold of my crotch to try and stem the oncoming flow, About halfway down the line, there were roughly twenty kids in the trial day, I was having to let out small droplets, and the occasional spurt. By the time I was let in, I was threatening to burst. Not comfortable with using the toilet, knowing I wouldn't be able to make it to the toilet fully in time, I simply sat on toilet, and let go. An intense feeling of relief flooded me, as much as urine began flooding my sweatpants. As I got up, my, thankfully dark blue, now a tinge darker, pants clinging to me. Removing my damp pants, I brought them up to one of those hand dryer things, and used those to quicken the dryness, visual wise, of my pants. I put them back on, washed my hands, and left the bathroom.
  4. diokno44x

    Car Wetting 3

    Well, time for the third installment in this little trilogy of the times I peed my pants in the car. So this occurred in 2nd grade, I must have just come from school, as I was still dressed in the uniform khakis, and the white polo if memory serves. I also wore a pair of these Spider-Man Pull-Ups, as it was around late 1st grade to early 2nd grade that Pull-Ups fit me better than the usual diapers. We were driving out of the neighborhood that Saint John Vianney resided in, and heading into the area with all the shops and the public library, that I felt the need to pee. Thinking nothing of it, I simply did as usual when I had to pee and I was sitting. I spread my legs, and let it flow. Unfortunately, I underestimated how much I had to pee. I soon felt my Pull-Up dampen, as usual, but I soon felt my khakis dampen, and then the seat. I would have stopped my flow, but realizing it was too late, simply let go. Once I finished up, I looked at my mom, who was in the seat in front of me. "Mommy, my Pull-Up leaked." I told her. She comforted me, and stopped the car. Opening up my door, she helped me get all non wet clothes off, tossing my soaked Pull-Up into a nearby trash can. This left me in just the polo, and my shoes. She had me sit on a plastic mat, just in case, while we continued the drive to get some spare Pull-Ups at the local CVS.
  5. Before I recount this incident, happy New Year, and welcome to 2019! So, this occured YEARS ago, back when I was in kindergarten at good old Saint John Vianney. This was fairly early on in my time in kindergarten, around September. I was five and seven-ish months old. As it was nearing Fall, and it was a bit chilly, I wore the school's green sweater over my white polo. Alongside these two articles of clothing, I also wore a set of slip on Vans, and the regulation khaki slacks. Now, those of you who have read my previous experiences, you may ask, "Why didn't I include a diaper in my list of vestments?" Did I just presume you, my dear reader(s) would already think it would be there and think it unnecessary to re-iterate? Well, to answer that, we have to rewind back to a few hours prior, a little bit after I was dropped off. So, school would begin at nine, but we were suggested to be in our seats a bit earlier, just in case. So, my mom dropped me off at the drop off/pick-up area, kissed me goodbye, and left, promising to pick me up at the usual time of 3 PM. The AM Kindergarten class, and the entire school on Wednesdays, had half-days, but as I was in the PM class, and this day was not a Wednesday, I would be leaving at 3. As I made my way towards the double doors that would allow me access into the kindergarten itself, I felt a clenching feeling in my gut, and as soon as I felt that, I realized, I hadn't had my morning poop yet. However, I didn't just squat down and go. I quickly checked through the glass the double doors had to see if anyone was in the hallway that, if went down and turned left, you would reach the kindergarten classroom and,across from it, the bathroom. Luckily for me, the teacher, Mrs. Seminatore (who is now the principal) nor the two aides, Ms. Pina or Sister Maria, were in the hallway. That done, I looked behind me, to see if anyone was in the courtyard and heading in my general direction. I was lucky there too, as no one was in the courtyard. Satisfied, I squatted down, and swiftly pushed my morning poop, and probably some of my breakfast, into my awaiting diaper. Standing up, I headed inside, and to change out of my used diaper. I entered the boy's bathroom, which was tinted blue by the blue tillage. Going into a stall for extra privacy, I tugged my khaki slacks down, and untaped my diaper. Tossing it into the trash, I wet some toilet paper to clean myself up. As I had forgotten to pack spare diapers, I simply pulled my khakis up, and headed to class. Now, let's forward when this incident began. It was about time for the teacher to read us a story, when I felt the need to pee come over me. While I normally would have tried to hold it in until I could find something to pee in, or use the bathroom, but I didn't wanna miss the story. I was trying not to squirm, holding myself ever so often, as I was in the 20 or so bunch of kids in my class, listening to the story. Eventually, I felt a spurt come out, and scooting away a bit, I simply realized it would be futile to hold it in, I removed my hands, and let go. Immediatly, the front of my khakis dampened as a wet patch formed and grew, soaking the carpeted floor as well. As soon as the story ended, and recess was announced, I dashed towards the cubbies. A wet sport the size of my fist at the time stained by crotch. I quickly grabbed my Badtz-Maru (Male Hello Kitty Penguin) lunchbox, and used that to cover my wet crotch. Thankfully, as I made it to the playground, trying to tug my sweater over the wet spot, I found my out. It had rained a fair bit the day before, and both the slides were wet. Quickly making my way over. I plopped myself down in front of the taller, winding, purple slide, and slid down. The rainwater splashed against me, soaking my khakis a bit further. Mrs. Seminatore called my mom. A little while later, I found myself in the cubby area, laying on the ground, my mom getting me into a fresh diaper, and a fresh pair of pants.
  6. diokno44x

    malefemale Putting the P in Pool

    Before I begin: A belated Happy Thanksgiving and a welcome from Black Friday to you all.... Now, let me take you back to my days at the YMCA, which I've recounted quite often. On this occasion, we were having a class swimming lesson. I was, and still am to an extent, not the best swimmer. Prior to this, we were all asked to go into the nearby bathrooms, and change into swim trunks, or swimsuits for the girls. As I changed out of my current attire, which was a pair of blue shorts, a green T-shirt, and my shoes, I came to one obstacle, my diaper. Now, normally, I'd be fine with keeping it on, however, it wasn't a swim diaper. And while I hadn't been diapered and in the water all that often, even at that age I knew copious amounts of liquids+non-swim diaper=mass leakage at best, and falling apart of said diaper at the worst. Feeling a twinge in my bladder, I decided to untape my diaper, and tuck it in with the rest of my clothes. I then slipped the swim trunks on, these were a dark blue in color, probably closer to midnight blue. I placed my clothes and diaper, which I had folded and placed inside my bundled shirt, into a shelf with my name on them, alongside my shoes. Now, we waited in line as each of us did doggy paddles and other basic aquatic maneuvers, three people at a time. It was while I was waiting in line, pretty much at the back, that my need to pee came back full force. I remember holding myself, and shifting a bit, as I tried to keep my urine in. While someone else might have used the bathroom, me being uncomfortable with restrooms outside my home, especially if I say, didn't have my mom with me, I let out a few dribbles here or there as the line shuffled forward, squeezing my legs together to help out. The splashing of the others in the pool didn't help matters. As I neared closer to the line, I had to stop holding myself with my hand, though I was still crossing my legs, and I guessed the teacher, when I was one of the three up, thought it was waterborne fear induced anxiety, as she got to my high level, smiled, and said something like "Hey, its alright, you can do this." something motivational like that. Giving her a smile, I dived in. While I was doggypaddling, all the water around me aggravated my bladder. As I was swimming, my mind thought "Well, I'm already in water." and I released my bladder. Relief and warmth filled me, as surely as my pee filled the water. Thankfully, my pee was relatively clear. I got out, my shorts wet from both pee and pool water. I sat down nearby, toweling off, while I waited for the remaining handful of students to finish up. Once everyone was done, we were once again directed to change back. A smile blossomed on my young face as the security of my diaper once more was wrapped around me. I fixed my clothes, and went on my diapered day.
  7. Well, this one came to mind, and is, now that I think about it, the third time I used a teapot in my preschool as a makeshift toilet. I feel sorry for that teapot, but well, when you gotta go, plus it doesn't have feelings. My morning started off fairly usual. Wake up in bed at around 5 or so. I quietly played some video games, barely caring about the condition of my diaper as part of me was still asleep. After my mom woke up, she gave me my breakfast, which was oatmeal and a bottle of milk. After that, my mom changed me out of my used night diaper, and into a fresh one, before getting me dressed for the day. As it was a bit on the warmer side, today I was dressed in a pair of a shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts had a garter, and could easily be tugged on and off, whether to use the bathroom, or to change my diaper, etc. Well, we arrived a bit early to the preschool, about five or so minutes. With that little extra time, my mom took me to the YMCA lobby's bathroom (the lobby area was pretty damn big, and seemed even bigger to my 5 year old self), to try and go. I still wasn't yet comfortable with the bathrooms at the YMCA, having barely used them for their intended purposes (If I didn't use the toilet, I'd at least pretend to) After a moment of sitting on the toilet, and only a tiny dribble of pee coming out, my mom rediapered me, and asked if I could try and use the bathroom while I was there, to which I said that I would try. After my mom dropped me off, I greeted the teacher, who, as I did not know her name, let's call her Mrs. Winters. She was a woman in, at least, her late twenties. She had two aides, one a bit older, the other around the same age, and began doing some arts and crafts. While I was doodling a picture with some crayons, I felt a familiar pressure building up, well, two pressures. I got up, and went over to a little Playskool house. Once inside, I slid my shorts down, and undid my diaper. In my five year old mind, I guessed this would help me in keeping up with what my mom had asked of me, and because this was the only diaper I had brought with me. Stashing it under one of the chairs, I fixed my shorts, and headed back out. A little while after, I began feeling a tad bit desperate. Even though I was quite potty trained by that point, my muscles were still developing. As I was doing some arts and crafts once more, I began holding my crotch with one hand, the other holding the crayon, while I pressed my butt into the colorful plastic seat, to try and keep both my bladder and bowels in check. I spurted out a bit, warming my hand a tad, as my bladder spasmed a bit. Getting up, and now walking swiftly, but cautiously, trying to avoid unloading into my shorts (At least in view of everyone.), I began looking for either a quiet place to fill my shorts, or a place to go in. I knew I wouldn't make it to the bathroom (Which were on the other end of the room for me, and again, wasn't yet comfortable with non-home bathrooms yet, at least not when my mom or the like wasn't around), and even if I could make it back to the Playskool play house, I don't think I would have been able to hold it in to fully put my diaper on. That is when I saw it. Sitting on a shelf, I grabbed the well worn tea pot, and set it down. Making sure no one was looking, I tugged my shorts down, just enough to go, plopped down, and used it as a makeshift toilet. Satisfied, I closed the lid, and set it aside. That done, I went back to the Playskool playhouse, and rediapered myself. And now, even though its past, a Halloween wetting. Now this occurred in first grade. I was going as Tuxedo Mask, from Sailor Moon. Or rather, a makeshift Tuxedo Mask costume out of what my mom and I could find around the house. Well anyway, this little incident occured around the time of the costume parade. Basically, the classes would make a sort of square in the courtyard, and each class of the eight grades, so about 16 classes in total, would walk around the square for a minute or two, showing off their costumes to the rest of the school. Anyway, as my class was one of the firsts to get let out for this, we had to wait for the other, like, twelve or so classes to get into the circle. It was during this time that I felt a twinge in my bladder, but put it off. As my class was started the walk about, my need to pee rose. Letting go, I miscalculated how much I needed to pee, and my Pull-Up leaked a bit. Not too noticeable, but enough that it trailed down my legs a bit
  8. Porting this over from WE I recalled this one memory from when I was about six, right around the time I was in kindergarten (school began in August or September and my birthday is in early February), at SJV. Now, here was how the school was laid out. The kindergarten had its own seperate building, though we did share a recess and playground with the 1st grade side. The elementary and middle school parts shared a building. This occurred in December, very close to Christmas. As our school was closed for the holidays, we had a little gift giving thing a day or two before, Secret Santa style, except on the day we did this, we would be identified by name and who we got, then we'd exchanged gifts, hug, and then go back to our seats. A few names before me, I felt my stomach acting up. It was then I realized that I hadn't pooped since about the time I woke up, which, and still is more often than not, unless I decide to sleep in, which was about six or so. I had pooped, my mom changed me, gamed until it was time for school, breakfast, etc. This occurred near the end of the day, which was about, for my PM Kindergarten class, about 3PM, same as the other grades got out, so my bowels had plenty of time to turn my breakfast, plus the quesdilla with cheese (From Taco Bell), into dumpable poop. By the time my name came up, my need to poop was fairly high. I grabbed the gift I had gotten my best friend (Who I haven't seen in a few years, but let's call him Joey. I gave him the gift, and he gave me mine (a Nutcracker figure.) and as we hugged, I guess the pressure from the hug exacerbated my need, and I began pooping my diaper. Smiling as relief filled me as much as poop filled my diaper, I thanked Joey, and then went on my way, waddling a smidgen as I was still pooping. Holding the nutcracker, I sat back in my plastic chair with a muffled squoosh
  9. diokno44x

    malefemale A Messy Christmas Party

    I recalled this one memory from when I was about six, right around the time I was in kindergarten (school began in August or September and my birthday is in early February), at SJV. Now, here was how the school was laid out. The kindergarten had its own seperate building, though we did share a recess and playground with the 1st grade side. The elementary and middle school parts shared a building. This occurred in December, very close to Christmas. As our school was closed for the holidays, we had a little gift giving thing a day or two before, Secret Santa style, except on the day we did this, we would be identified by name and who we got, then we'd exchanged gifts, hug, and then go back to our seats. A few names before me, I felt my stomach acting up. It was then I realized that I hadn't pooped since about the time I woke up, which, and still is more often than not, unless I decide to sleep in, which was about six or so. I had pooped, my mom changed me, gamed until it was time for school, breakfast, etc. This occurred near the end of the day, which was about, for my PM Kindergarten class, about 3PM, same as the other grades got out, so my bowels had plenty of time to turn my breakfast, plus the quesdilla with cheese (From Taco Bell), into dumpable poop. By the time my name came up, my need to poop was fairly high. I grabbed the gift I had gotten my best friend (Who I haven't seen in a few years, but let's call him Joey. I gave him the gift, and he gave me mine (a Nutcracker figure.) and as we hugged, I guess the pressure from the hug exacerbated my need, and I began pooping my diaper. Smiling as relief filled me as much as poop filled my diaper, I thanked Joey, and then went on my way, waddling a smidgen as I was still pooping. Holding the nutcracker, I sat back in my plastic chair with a muffled squoosh
  10. Oh God how I loathed these days at the YMCA. Alright, so, let me break it down for you. Back when I when I was enrolled in the preschool course of my local YMCA back in 2003, there would be occasional days wherein the teacher would have "Potty Test Days". This was to help younger and or newer students get acclimated to use the bathroom, and to help remind those of us who had been there a bit to use the bathroom when we needed to, and not wait till the cusp of an accident. So, on these days, which were fairly uncommon, at most they'd happen twice a month, and then, at three times a day, which were right after everyone in the class was accounted for in the roll call, right before we headed out to recess, and right before the day ended and our parents picked us up. We would be lined up, check for accidents, then sent in to the bathroom one by one. Which, I get it, privacy and all, but the YMCA I went to, the bathrooms in the "classroom" area had at least four stalls, so why didn't they send us in groups, would have been more efficient that way IMO. Now, you might be wondering to yourself, considering a number of my memories have stated I was, more often than not, diapered full time prior to the summer between 2nd and 3rd grade, how, whenever these little events happened, was I not caught whenever they checked, as surely they would at least hear a muffled crinkling noise. Well, as the teacher would announce when a dreaded PTD the day prior to it, I would be ready for it, so whenever I was dropped off by my mom, I'd head into either the main lobby bathroom, or the preschool bathroom, whichever was closest, and take off my diaper. Or, if I didn't have time to do that, such as me arriving a bit later than I normally did, then I would, if I were in the back of the line, pull part of my pants away so I could access my diaper, or even slide them off if the teacher and her aides were busy with another student, and then shimmy diaper down to around my knees or so, then fix my pants. Well, this particular incident came to pass during one such Potty Test Day in my fourth week there. I had removed my diaper shortly before the first class wide bathroom break, stashing it away inside a plush pile near the bathroom, and after a bit of playing, we got in line for the check and then were sent into the bathroom. I was a few students (there were about 20 or so of us), from the center of the line, when i felt a need to poop. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem. I would have simply shifted a bit, pushed my poop out, and be done with it. However, the checks the teacher did varied. It was a 50/50 chance of her either just patting you and then sending you in, or, like how some mothers and babysitters check, pulling the back of the pants out, and I didn't have the assurance a diaper gave in covering up the scent of the mess, so I used all the toilet training I had the time, to hold it in. It wasn't what one would call easy, as, being five, my muscles were still in development, and also there were about seven kids in front me (Luckily a number of students were absent) in line a head of me. As the seconds and minutes ticked by and by belly kept on gurgling up a storm, I realized I'd have to concentrate more and more on holding my poop in. Whereas at the beginning it was just a slight grumble and I could hold it in by simply clamping however. by the time I was nearly at the head of the line, I was pressing my hands to my butt, tooting, bouncing a bit, and basically doing a mini potty dance of sorts, and I could feel my control starting to wane. I managed to stop potty dancing as soon as the kid in front of me was sent in. After what felt like an agonizing minute of the kid leaving then me being checked, I was sent in. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt my control slipping. Quickly grabbing some paper towels, I shoved them into the back of my pants. Realizing there'd be no point in even trying to hold it in now, I simply squatted down, as my poop coiled and splattered in the paper in the jeans I was wearing. A sense of relief filled every fiber of my being, as much as my warm morning poop was filling my pants. I slowly stood up, and carefully removed my pants. Thankfully, the two ply paper towels had acted as a buffer, which I dumped out of my pants into the toilet, so all I had to deal with were a few, small chunks, which I wiped off. Using some water and one of those hand drying things, I cleaned my pants off, and slipped them back on. Once I was able to, I taped my diaper back on. And to think this all came back to me after a bad run in with a chili cheese dog....
  11. diokno44x

    malefemale Wettering the Flowers

    So this little incident occurred when i was in preschool, so around age five or so. This was in the spring time, I think it was around early to mid May. It was a bit warmer out, so rather than my usual get-up of a white T-shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and matching sweater, I was garbed in a lime green T-shirt with some swirls on it in a kind of Triskelion-esque pattern, a pair of checkered shorts, and my shoes. In a bit of early child adventurousness (I blame Tommy Pickles), and perhaps a bit of curiosity, my five year old mind wondered "Can I go today without my diaper.", and so, after being dropped off, I went into the bathroom. Shimmying my shorts down (I would only start to deal with clasp pants in kindergarten, these, like the sweatpants, only had a garter), my somewhat chubby fingers manuevered around the tapes, and untaped my diaper. Grabbing it and folding it in half, I stowed it away, if memory serves, in the crevice between the little trash can, and the wall. Fixing my shorts, I left the bathroom. It was a bit after Arts and Crafts, a few hours of snacks and juice boxes later, that I felt a familiar twinge in my younger bladder. Pressing a hand to my crotch, I used all the potty training I had (And I had been potty trained. I don't know what age though), and managed to clamp down on my need to pee. Now, our preschool had a fairly small garden in the back that the teachers would often, weather permitting, allow some of students to help out in, things like watering the plants or doing some minor hoeing to make way for seeds, etc. Well, the next portion of the day, the teacher and her assistants picked out a handful of students, me being one of them. As I exited the classroom with one of the TA's and the three other students, my need to pee slowly, but surely, began to grow. It didn't help that I was assigned to watering duty. Crossing my legs a bit, I looked over my shoulder. The aide was helping one of my classmates with hoeing, and the other two were busy with their own tasks. Shifting a bit closer to the plants, and knowing that I wouldn't be able to slide the front of my shorts down in time to save them from getting even a quarter's sized stain, I let go. Relief and warmth filled me as the front of my shorts darkened, and sprayed onto the earth below, mixing with the water from the spray can. A bit dripped down my legs as I finished up, and kept on watering till the can was empty.
  12. So, I'm sure this has happened before. You're taking a piss, you relax all your muscles, let it flow, and you also end up relaxing a bit too much and also release your sphincter. Well, unlike most of my previous experiences, this will detail a few instances of such from my younger years, cause those are really the only times its happened when I didn't want it to. The first time this had happened was in preschool. I was about five or so at the time. This was, if memory serves, in the first week or two of my stay at the good old YMCA (Hey, that rhymed.). The teacher had decided for the day we've have a Potty Day, which was basically a day to help the younger kids in the class (there were like twenty of us I believe), get used to the toilets there, get them better adjusted to using the toilet when needed (and probably get the rest of used to it (Cause you know how young kids can get with unfamiliar toilets), which would involve more frequent asking of students if that had to go, checking for accidents, and not just in line to use the bathroom, etc. This Potty Day thing wasn't a common occurrence, happening once a month at best. So, knowing this, after being dropped off for the day by my mom, I quickly made my way into the bathroom. Making sure no one was coming in, I went into one of the stalls, and took off my diaper, stashing it behind the toilet seat cover thing. A little while later, I felt the need to pee. As someone had gone into the bathroom just a moment before, I was SOOL (Shit out of luck) on that. And since the only in the outside lobby, I decided to find something or somewhere to pee. Thankfully for me as I walked about, my need to pee wasn't so bad as I was obvious, like holding myself or anything. Alongside that, the teacher and her aides were busy checking the other kids or monitoring. So, with the only bathroom unavaliable, and my need to piss mounting, I eventually found a discarded toy truck, one of those Tonka dump trucks I believe. Not wanting to risk it by tugging my pants down a bit, I simply squatted over the truck, as if I was playing with the toy car that was next to it, and relaxed. My pee spurted out through the front of the black shorts I was wearing, and filtered through my shorts in a stream into the truck's cargo bed, a soft sputtering sound heard as pee hit plastic. As I was doing so, I felt something shift in my guts, and then move out into the back of my shorts. As my pee stream died down, I realized I hadn't done my morning poop yet, and had thus done so in my pants. Knowing that if anyone smelt it, they would tell the teacher and then the teacher would check each of the students, I maneuvered the truck behind me, and tugged my shorts down a bit, tipping my mess into the truck's cargo bed. Fixing my shorts, I went on my way to do some arts and crafts. ------------ This second omo-riffic event occurred in kindergarten, as will the third and last one I can recall at the moment. I had needed to pee, and we were currently doing some coloring activity, one where we had to color a picture of the Virgin Mary (I still have it somewhere if memory serves). Putting my crayon down, I raised my hand. One of the teacher's aides, who would also be an aide for my third grade teacher, Mrs. Pina came over, asking what was up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she smiled, and said I could. Thanking her, I pressed my hand into the front of my pants, and made my way into the bathroom, which was painted a light blue color, even the tiles. In fact, the only thing there I didn't think was blue were the toilets. But anyway, I turned my attention to the urinals. Prior to this, I had never used a urinal before. Sure, I knew what they were, but prior to that, If I had to pee, I either did it in my diaper, the toilet, or some container of some sort, so I wanted to try it out. Tugging down the front of my khaki slacks, and the front portion of my diaper, I began peeing. However, once again, it seems I relaxed too much, and the back of my diaper soon became browned, metaphorically speaking of course. Not really minding at this point in time, I simply finished up, pulled my diaper and pants up, washed my hands, and continued on with my day, ------------ This last one occurred shortly after this. I had, as in a few other tried to go a day diaperless, mostly because this was the last of the ones I had brought with me. It was around recess that I felt the need to pee. As I had stashed away my diaper in my backpack, and thus couldn't think of a plausible way to get back into the classroom, so I was out of luck there. Thankfully, luck seemed on my side, for some of my classmates asked if I wanted to join them in a game of hide and seek, to which I agreed. I was one of the hiders, and hid in the cool, shaded area beneath the playground. It was there that I decided to pee as well. Still crouched down between the smaller slide, as it had more cover than the twisty slide, I tugged the front of my pants down a bit, enough so I could pee, and began doing so. It was then my need to poop made itself known, however this time, I managed to get the back of my pants down enough to avert a total accident, and simply dumped out what had made it into my pants
  13. So, this occured when I was about seven, late in 1st grade if memory serves, though I don't quite recall the month. My mom and I had taken a trip to the local Eastridge, as I wanted to check out the Barnes and Noble. I had a need to pee, but it was just a slight twinge. Heading into the kids section, where all the other kids were, and two of the employees, in their late teens to early twenties, were there to supervise the five or so kids there, one of which was reading to the group while their parents shopped about. Alongside this, mom had come to buy a new pack or two of diapers and or Pull-Ups. As I shopped about, my mom patted me on the shoulder. She said "Chris, I'm gonna go and buy you some more diapers OK. Stay here and don't wander about, OK?" With a nod from me, she left. I, not really being interested in the rest of the store anyway, stayed in the kid aisle. It was a few minutes later that my need to pee from earlier had grown, and now I could feel a heavy pressure wanting to release into my pants. As I was sifting through some early chapter books, I placed one hand to the crotch of my sweatpants, trying to keep my hold on my bladder. I could feel a few dribbles slipping out, and hitting the crotch of my pants. I didn't know where the bathrooms were at the time, and alongside that, I wasn't comfortable using unknown bathrooms alone yet. At school yeah, but in a place like a store where I didn't know if my mom was in the same store or not, nope. Doing a bit of a potty dance at this point, I put the book I was reading down, and began looking for a private place to pee. Spotting some bean bag chairs in a corner, I quickly made sure no one was looking directly at me, plopped down on one, and let go. The pee spurted first, then turned into a full stream, as the front of my blue sweatpants darkened, as did the bean bag chair beneath me. A sense of relief, and warmth, washed over me as I emptied my young bladder into my pants and the chair. Once I was done, I stood up. The dark color of my pants obscured the pee stain, and you wouldn't really see it unless you were looking for it, and the orange, if memory serves, bean bag I had done my business atop had a decent sized pee stain on it as well. Once I was done, I swiftly scampered back to where I was reading. After a few more minutes, my mom returned, and got me into a fresh diaper.
  14. diokno44x

    malefemale Leaking in Class

    So, this occured in kindergarten, during arts and crafts time. We were asked to draw our favorite animal, nothing too major. We had been split among the larger tables so each of us would have a bit more space to doodle in than sat on the rugged floor (as in the floor was covered with a rug, not that it coarse or really tough.) It was a Thursday, and the school had decided that Thursday would be a free dress day, meaning we wouldn't have to wear the uniform khakis and jumpers+skirts (girls were required to wear these until around fourth grade if memory serves, I don't really recall when that transition occurred.) This excited practically everyone, as free dress days were really only reserved for special events like Spirit Week or holidays. On this particular Free Dress day, I was wearing my attire of a pair of dark blue jeans, some velcro sneakers, and a fresh T-Shirt that I believe had Spiderman on it. While I was drawing (and might I add, to this day, I'm not that good an artist) a wolf, as they were, and still are, some of my favorite animals, I felt a familiar shifting in my bladder. My pencil stopped, as I put it down. Now, you might wonder, for those of you who had read my previous experiences, why I didn't just let go into my diaper. Well, that was because mine was already quite soaked, and I hadn;t had the opportunity to change into the spare in my bag. I placed a hand against the crotch of my pants, my diaper giving off a muffled squish as I did so. I shifted in my seat a bit, knowing that if I did go then and there, I'd leak, and I didn;t know how much would leak out. Pressing a hand against the crotch of my jeans, I looked around for the teacher (Who, as of this writing, is now the assistant principal), and because I honestly cannot recall how to properly spell her surname, let's call her Mrs. S. I saw her talking to one of my classmates about her drawing and, knowing a simple raised hand probably wouldn't get her attention that quickly, I held up the "Bathroom emergency" hand sign that was printed out on a piece of paper clipped to the whiteboard, ergo, raising your hand, but crossing the index and middle fingers together. Seeing this, Mrs. S let me go to the bathroom. Letting out a few dribbles into my damp padding, I sped off towards the bathroom. I knew I probably wouldn't make it in time to get my jeans off, and untape my diaper, at least without anyone seeing my soaked padding (And no, at this current time, I was not wearing Pull-Ups), I at least wanted to pee myself in relative privacy. Bolting out of the classroom, I let out the occasional dribble and spurt into my padding, already a small wet spot growing. Shimmying and squirming into the bathroom, which, aside from a stall just closing at the end of the row of four, the bathroom was empty. Spotting the drain in the floor, I stood over it, and let go. Immediatly, a feeling of relief, and warmth, flooded my senses as my diaper leaked out. The stream spurted down my pants legs, into the drainage below. Luckily my pants were already a dark blue in color, so the further darkening wouldn't be too noticeable. Checking to see if the guy in the stall was coming out, and not wanting to risk it, I went to the stall closest to the sinks. Undoing my wet pants, and setting them aside to dry a tad, I spotted my diaper, heavily soaked, sagging a bit. Untaping it, I peeked out of the stall and, hearing the sink running, I waited. Once I saw the boy that had been in the stall leave (He was thankfully older, so no chance of him recognizing me), and carefully walked my bare from the waist down butt to the trash, and threw my damp padding into the trash. Heading back into the stall, I used one of the hand dryers to further dry my pants (Like this one Simpsons comic I had read wherein Bart accidentally spills some Krusty brand grape juice onto his shorts and has to dry them before anyone thinks the worse happened), and then slipped them back on. Making my way back to class, no one said anything as I thanked my teacher, sat down, and went back to work. A little later on, the teacher asked if I could fetch some supplies for an activity in the cubby area. Being the ever helpful person I was and still am, and seeing and opportunity to slip into my spare diaper, I volunteered. Heading back into the cubby area, I lowered my pants down, and grabbed my spare from my backpack. Taping it on, I pulled my pants back up, and grabbed what Mrs. S needed. Giving it to her, I continued on my day
  15. 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.
  16. diokno44x

    malefemale Wetting during PT

    So, this occurred to me when I was about six. As I had idiopathic toe walking, which for a long time forced me to walk on tip toes. I've managed to alleviate this over the years. Anyway, this occurred after my therapist, let's call her Brandie, which is NOT her real name, just to make it clear, had found about my diaper usage. I had to hide it from her, so i, during my sessions with her which were a weekly thing unless noted, would remove my diaper before I went in with her to do excersises. Now this occurred during one of my excersises. She had to go do some paperwork for a bit, and told me to stay in the room where the excersises were being done. As she was leaving, I felt a heavy need to pee. While I could have gone to the bathroom, I didn't want to have her come look for me. After looking around for a bit, I went over to where some exercise mats were, and squatted down, and began peeing through my pants onto the tiled ground below. I returned to where I had been, and thankfully by the time she came back, my pants had dried
  17. So, got a two in one for you all this time. The first occurred when I was about 5 or 6, the second in the later months of me being 7, maybe a bit closer to my early months of being 8 So, this first one occurred while I was shopping with my mom around Toys R Us. As I was looking at some action figures, and as I shifted to look at another, I felt a pressure subside in my lower gut. I didn't think much of it, until I let out a pretty noisy fart a few seconds after. Me and my mom look at each other, and the next thing I now, I'm brought into the women's room, set on the changing table, asking if I have to go anymore (and if I did, to just let it out, I mean, I had already pooped), and my mom is wiping my stinky butt down. Though, oddly enough, I saw anyone else coming and going, pun not intended (this time), as kind of a blur. Once I was in a fresh diaper, we continued shopping. Second one was a fun one for me. A big Toys R Us near my house was holding a YuGiOh tournament in its parking lot. As a HUGE fan of YuGiOh, I had to participate, even brought a GX-era Duel Disk. As I dueled with a kid around my age, I began to concentrate more. As I was about to make a move, I felt my bladder release into my diaper. I ended up losing, but even still, I had fun
  18. diokno44x

    Preschool Wetting

    So, this happened when I was about five. To give some context, I was potty trained around the normal age range of 2 to 3, however, I liked wearing diapers, so my mom let me, so long as I occasionally use the toilet or some sort of receptacle. I went to the YMCA for my preschool. It was pretty fun. Now, this occurred during my first week there. I wasn't really comfortable with the bathrooms, and rarely used them anyway, until a week later. I had run out of diapers shortly before I arrived at the YMCA that day, and I was wearing a white t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, what I usually wore. Fast forward a tiny bit after my arrival, and I was doing some basic arts and crafts, coloring and whatnot. Not long after, I felt my morning bottle, the bottle o drank in the car, and the juice box coming back to haunt me. Forgetting I was commando under my sweatpants at the time, I spread my legs a bit, and began to let go. However, I realized doing it out here would probably attract too much attention. Shutting off the stream, with only a tiny patch on my crotch, I quickly told my teacher "I'm gonna go to the potty." And dashed off. Once I was safely in the bathroom, I went into a stall and began peeing through my sweatpants
  19. 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.
  20. So this occurred to me back in 2005, back when I was in 2nd Grade at Saint John Vianney. It was on this day that, while I was in Pull-Ups, I had secreted away a stash of old underwear (that still fit me) in my Pull-Ups. So, after getting dropped off, I resisted going to the bathroom, cause I had a plan. I squeezed my legs, pressed my butt into the seat, everything, as the pressure slowly built up in my bladder and bowels. My guts rumbled and my bladder tingled as time went on. It was during the half-way mark of recess that I was close to bursting. A heavy pressure was on my bowels, as well as my bladder. Aside from a few droplets into my PullUp, I had everything else contained. Heading into the bathroom, I made sure no one in my class or our sister class was coming in before I waddled into the stall. I felt my control slip a bit as a smidgen of poop began crowning and a few droplets more leaked out. Once I was in the stall, I slid my khaki's and damp PullUp down my legs and off, setting them on the floor by me feet. This left me in my school uniform polo, this one was the green one I think, my white tank-top, my socks, and my Velcroed shoes, Looking behind me I saw my poop slowly sliding out. Quickly snatching my underwear from my PullUps, I slid them on, and sat on the toilet. My bladder was the first to go, quickly and rapidly soaking the front of my greyish underwear, the wet spot expanding outwards, the rest that wasn't absorbed by the cotton filtered out into the toilet below. Next were my bowels. With barely a grunt and push, the warm mush began filling up the back. Once I was finished, I slid my ruined underwear off, and wiped up with the toilet paper. Once I got my PullUp and pants back on, I peeked out, and once I was sure the coast was clear, I tossed my stained undies into the trash, Washing my hands, I left to continue my day.
  21. So something that happened today at my campus brought back this old memory from first grade. This was on one of those days wherein I had run out of diapers. I was playing kickball with some friends when i felt the need to poop. Fortunately for me, the ball rolled into some thick bushes, and i volunteered to get it. I went in and, under the cover of the bushes, removed my khaki shorts, pooped into the bushes, pulled my shorts up, and brought the ball back over So on what happened today was, it was 5:40 and I was waiting for my ride when I felt the need to take a dump. All the nearest bathrooms were closed so what I did was, making sure no one was coming, I ducked into some bushes, crapped onto the leaves, and left
  22. diokno44x

    malefemale Wet myself at Toys R Us

    Hello all, I got a memory I recalled last night while playing some Battlefield 1. So this occurred when I was shopping at Toys R Us with a friend and his mom. My mom had gone to a doctor's appointment, and had asked if she could watch me. Let's call my friend Carter. This was when I was in preschool, and I had used my last diaper I had with me prior to leaving, so I was commando underneath my dark blue sweatpants. It was while we were walking around that I felt a need to pee. Not being comfortable with using public restrooms at that point, at least not in that Toys R Us yet, and wasn't too used to being around Carter's mom. So I simply squeezed my legs together, and kept on walking, letting out a dribble or two every so often to relieve some of the pressure. Later on, while Carter and I were in the toy aisles, I was close to bursting. His mom was waiting just outside the aisle. Thankfully enough, Carter decided to check out the aisle next to mine, leaving me alone in the aisle. Moving some toys aside, I sat down in the aisle, and let go. A growing wet spot appeared on my crotch, and pooled downwards to the bottom of my already dark pants. Once I was done, I grabbed a Gundam figure, which I wanted, and used that to cover up my wet spot.
  23. diokno44x

    malefemale Party Pooper 2

    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.
  24. So, this occured in the, well, fairly early in 1st grade, around September, so about a month after starting 1st grade at good old Saint John Vianney. After a quick, but hearty, breakfast of a bottle of milk, oatmeal, and, on the way to my school, some pancakes with patty from the McDonalds near my house, my mom drove me to school for the day. As it was a free dress day, I had traded in the khaki twill pants and polo of the usual uniform for a nice grey T-shirt, and a pair of those kid-sized blue jeans. That and some slip on sneakers. After a few basic activities, a few hours after class had started, so about ten thirty or so, our teacher announced Recess. As I went to the cubbies with classmates, and squatted a bit to grab my Batman lunchbox, I felt this shifting in my gut. It was at that point, as I was zipping up my backpack, a Spiderman themed one if memory serves, that I realized I hadn't had my morning poop at that point, and the food I was digesting was only adding more fuel to the fire. Now, for those of you who've read my experiences in the past will wonder, why didn't I use my diaper. Well, two reasons, after being dropped up, and quickly taken to the bathroom for a quick pee, my mom had changed me out of my diaper, which had caught most of the pee that had slipped out while making my way out of the car and to the bathroom closest to my class, as I didn't have any spares left, and she hadn't had time to buy any at say, Toys R Us (RIP), and even if we had time, there really weren't too many stores in between my house and SJV on the usual route that would sell diapers, as most of the stores we passed were convenience stores, which from my experience don't really sell much outside of food, basic medicines, and like, paper towels and barbecue supplies...oh, and booze. Anywho, still a bit peckish, and not really feeling it was too urgent, I simply clenched and made my way outside. Sitting down, applying pressure to my sphincter, on a nearby bench, I let out the occasional toot, as silently as I could, and began eating the crackers and cheese I had been packed, washing it all down with a bottle of Pediasure. It was at this point I began shifting a bit as my need to poop slowly increased. I had moved from the bench and began playing a game of hide and seek around our designated area with a few of my classmates. It was around the time that I moved under our playground equipment to hide did I not only faintly hear the seeker, I forget who it was, close to finishing their count, but also my need to poop was at critical levels, as I could already feel the head of my poop turtling its way out of my butt. So, I did was I had to to both get privacy to do my dooty, and hide from the seeker. Squatting beneath the shaded and shadowed slide, the sloped one rather than the curved, I simply began pushing out my poop, thankfully all solid, into the seat of my pants. It wasn't too much, but still. As I finished up, and making sure the seeker wasn't positioned where they could spot me, I pressed my legs together, and sprinted as normally as I could to the nearest bathroom. My gait was a bit more slower as, while I was used to the bulk of loaded pants, said loaded pants would often have a diaper beneath them. After I got into the bathroom, I went into the closest stall, and undid my pants. Carefully picking them up, I overturned the poop into the toilet. Grabbing a few pieces of toilet paper, and making sure no one was coming in, I walked my bare for the waist down butt to the sink, and dampened the toilet paper. Making my way back into the stall, I began cleaning up the butt of my pants, which thankfully only concluded to a skid mark and a few specks of poop, and my butt, flushing the towels and feces down the toilet. After a bit more time to let it dry for a bit, I pulled my pants up, and went on my way.
  25. diokno44x

    malefemale Party Pooper

    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