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  1. Well, been awhile since I posted one of these eh? Well this memory was triggered when, a few days I walked past a playground that I used to play in. A few families were, socially distancing of course, there, their kids playing. It had the usual playground equipment, swings, slides, etc. It also has two or so picnic tables, a bench, and a dog statue. Anyway, back to the memory. This occurred during preschool. It was what the my peers and I called a "potty test day". You see, every so often, the teacher, and her two aides, would have us take class bathroom breaks on certain days, rather than just letting us go when we had to. I guess this was to A. Help prevent accidents, and B. Make sure we were properly potty trained. They'd also check us for accidents before sending us in, one by one. On these days, which would thankfully be announced either as we were leaving, or at the start of the day, I would either go into the bathroom, or find some place that wasn't being monitored too closely, remove my diaper or Pull-Up, and stash it somewhere, like in a shelf or the like. Anyway, I had done that, gone into the bathroom, didn't have to go, etc. I remember I went outside to the small playground area the place, being the YMCA, had. I remember two of my friends, let's call them Chris and Kim, suggested we play hide and seek, so we did. The playground area wasn't too big. It had a little play area with a slide, a set of monkey bars, etc. Kim counted first, while Chris and I hid. I went into a bunch of bushes by the fence. However, not long after, things too a turn, as I felt a need to pee. Now, I had not experienced peeing, or pooping, while in a bush yet. Peeing on a bush or other form of foliage, yes. I remember I pressed my hands to my crotch, using a small little break in the leaves to keep an eye out for Kim. I didn't want to leave my hiding place, both because I didn't want to be found, and also because I was not yet comfortable with using the bathrooms there yet, without my mom with me anyway. I fidgeted and squirmed, trying to keep my pee in. Eventually, I felt a warmth hit my fingers. I sighed in relief, as my pee sprayed into my pants, and, thanks to my crouching position, leaked out the crotch of pants onto the leaves below. Luckily, the pants were dark. After a bit, I was found by Kim, and we went to look for Chris. As soon as I could, I went to where I had stashed my diaper, and got it on
  2. Hello all, hope you've been doing well. This memory came flooding back, pun intended, when I was watching some Filipino teledramas, most of which had some fancy shindig at one point or another in the series. I remember this incident occured when I was around four. My mom had taken me to some fancy, suit based party. I believe it was some Kapamilya reunion party for people from around my family's part of the Philippines or the like. I've been to a few others over the years since, though this was the only one I can recall I had to wear a suit in. Anyway, me and the younger kids, being watched over the host's daughter who was around six or seven if I recall correctly, plus one of her adult relatives, I just know she was a bit older than me at the time, were playing and chatting in a little side corner of the house reserved for us. Anyway, I had to pee. Grabbing myself, I remember getting up, and shuffling away. The host's daughter, to see if I was alright, followed me. I wasn't comfortable with using public bathrooms outside my home environent yet, so I was looking for my mom to take her, my pee threatening to leak out all the while. Eventually I found her, but as I was about to explain my need to urinate, I lost the battle. Pee began to soak the dark grey suit pants I wore. The host's daughter then suggested I stand in like, an empty basin or the like, to which I did, as my pee kept spraying out. The host came over, and comforted me, saying it was alright, and said her daughter still had accidents, much to her embarrassment, and me giggling. The memory then flashfowards a bit to me, still in the tub thing, pants less now, in the back of the car. My mom saying it was alright, and asking if I had fun.
  3. 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
  4. Hello all, been awhile eh? Well, now flipping through an old photo album, I remembered two, non diaper, based omomemories from when I was younger. The first will be the main core of the post. The second consider a little Pee S....yes that pun was bad. But anyway, this occured in preschool at the YMCA. On occasion, we'd have story time, the usual sit on a rug dealio while the teacher reads a book like say, The Cat in the Hat to us. Well, it was shortly after the story, I don't recall which it was, started that I felt the need to Pee came over me. While I normally would have just gone, considering I was diaper less (I had changed out of the one I had brought shortly before, had a quesadilla for breakfast and all), and was i close proximity with the other students, I was hesitant. Either someone would hear me peeing, or a puddle would form and either be smellable or grow to the point, someone would feel it, and then look towards me or the like. I remember crossing my legs, trying to think of dry thoughts, on distract myself from my urge with the storybook. The story lasted a few minutes, five tops. I remember squirming, not too noticeable, but I was, and letting out a few droplets every now and again to ease pressure. As soon as the Tale ended, I quickly asked the teacher, "Mrs. Teacher, I gotta pee pee. Can I go potty?" She said yes, and I dashed off. I knew I likely wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom, so I just peed my pants as I ran. Thankfully I was used to peeing while moving, and my pants were a dark blue color. The mini story happened once sometime after. I remember I had gone into the bathroom during a class bathroom break. Not yet comfortable with the bathrooms there, I simply stood in front of the toilet (I didn't know what a urinal was then), peed my pants, washed my hands, then left
  5. View File Made to wet my pants with my step mom NUDITY WARNING! My dad locked us out of the house on accident! It is very urgent because my step mom and I have to pee so bad 😞 We wait for so long and I am trying my best to stay strong but the urge to release is too strong. My step mom can't hold back much longer and goes into the grass to relieve herself. I keep holding on but holding it back but its too strong and I pee in my pants 😞 right outside my back door of my own house!!! Actress's name is Rebecca Vanguard Submitter knockonthedoor Submitted 07/13/2021 Category Female  
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    NUDITY WARNING! My dad locked us out of the house on accident! It is very urgent because my step mom and I have to pee so bad 😞 We wait for so long and I am trying my best to stay strong but the urge to release is too strong. My step mom can't hold back much longer and goes into the grass to relieve herself. I keep holding on but holding it back but its too strong and I pee in my pants 😞 right outside my back door of my own house!!! Actress's name is Rebecca Vanguard
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  7. So, this memory suddenly came flooding (pun not entirely intended) to me. This occurred when I was about six. It was a few months into the first grade. It had been a few weeks since this story: So, yeah, this was awhile after this story. I had gotten into the backseat of my mom´s car, as we began driving home. On the drive back, which would take about fifteen to twenty minutes at best, I felt this strong urge to pee. Thinking very little of it, I let stream out like a golden waterfall into my Pull-Ups. However, I underestimated their capacity, as I quickly soaked through my Pull-Ups, and into my khaki pants. My mom was, as usual, understanding, and changed me into a spare pair of Pull-Ups, though had to let my pants dry atop a plastic sheet.
  8. As I was eating breakfast this morning, I recalled this one wetting memory I had from when I was 16 or so. I was bored, and needed to pee. While I myself am not into doing omo myself (Moreso into hot girls either desperate or losing control), I decided "Eh, screw it, why not?" while I was home alone this one time. I grabbed a pair of underwear from one of my drawers, it was like, a red pair of briefs IRRC. Anyway, I went into the bathroom. Removing my shorts, I slid the pair on. Sitting on the toilet, it took me a few seconds, but soo, I was able to pee. I immediatly felt a warmth spread to my crotch, as a dark patch steadily grew on the fabric. I heard the sound of the piss soaking through the underwear, into the toilet beneath. Once I finished up, I removed the damp underwear, put them with some other clothes into the hamper, flushed, and pulled my shorts on. It had been literal years since I had peed myself even semi-intentionaly. While I'm still not quite into it myself, it was fun
  9. 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.
  10. 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
  11. I remember this one small incident in preschool. One of my diaperless moments. I remember I was playing with some toys cars when I felt a need to pee. Normally I'd have just gone, but as I had changed ouf of the last spare diaper I had, that was out of the option. I went over to one of the TAs, and I told her "I gotta potty." She said yes, and I went to the nearby preschool bathroom. However, as I was heading there, one of my classmates headed inside. One, of the reasons for my diapers was to prevent accidents due to a lack of comfortability when in bathrooms with other people aside from a relative in it, especially public bathrooms. Clutching myself, I began to let my bladder go as I walked back to the toys I had been playing with
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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
  16. So this occurred about fourteen years ago, when I was about five. I was still diapered back then, even thought I had been potty trained for about two years at that point, give or take. I did occasionally use the bathroom, but only after I had gotten used to that place. Now this occurred within my first week at my preschool at the YMCA. I had run out of diapers so I went commando under my sweatpants. After an hour of playtime, I felt a growing pressure in my bladder and bowels. My two bottles of milk, my breakfast, and my snack time food and juice seemed to want out of me. I had a rough idea of where the bathrooms were, but was still uncomfortable with using them. I shuffled away from where I was playing, and looked for a quiet spot to fill my pants. My pants were a dark blue color, and the carpeted floor a dark green. I eventually hunkered down behind a bookcase, and just let go. A small mound of poo swiftly entered the back of my pants, while a stream of pee flowed to the crotch of my pants, and down my legs. After I was sure my pants were dry enough, I made my way into the bathroom, and dumped the poop into the toilet.
  17. 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.
  18. So, this took place when I was about five, and going to preschool at the YMCA. This was about an hour into my day there. I was playing around with one of those toy cooking sets, you know the ones where the food, like spaghetti, is stuck together plastic? Yeah, one of those, when I feel the need to pee. I had run out of diapers the hour before, and while I was a bit more comfortable with the preschool's bathrooms, I had noticed someone go in there and at the time I also wasn't comfortable with going when other people besides say, my mom, was around. Shifting a bit, and denying to my teacher I had to use the bathroom, I eventually spotted my salvation in the form of a toy teapot. I kicked it over with my foot and, too desperate to take off my sweatpants, or at least slide them off enough to pee, I simply let go, and peed through my pants into the teapot. I replaced the lid, and went back to playing. I later saw a few girls grabbing that same teapot....
  19. So, this memory is really the only time I can recall getting caught padded by an educational instructor when I still wore diapers frequently. Before I eventually settled at the local YMCA for Preschool, my mom tried out a few others. One that stood out was this really art focused one with a pretty anal retentive teacher. Well, during this one incident, I was still getting used to the toilets at the place. They had, oddly enough, the kind of single toilet+sink combo bathroom one would find in a nurse's office, which thinking back makes some sense, as there weren't too many kids attending there, less than twenty. So, I feel the need to poop and I head on in the bathroom. Still not used to the toilets there yet, I slipped my pants down, sat on the seat, and pushed the load into my diaper. My teacher probably thought I was taking a while and came in as I was pulling my pants up. She yelled at me, and suffice it to say I didn't attend the next day...plus the place was PRETTY pricey
  20. 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
  21. God this takes me back. I was about five when this happened. I recall waking up in the night and feeling a bit weird. I awoke to find my diaper had leaked out a bit when I was asleep, and there was a bit of poop smushed onto the bed. I alerted my mom who smiled, told me it was alright, and took me into the bathroom. She rinsed the poop off my butt a d gave me a quick night bath. She then changed the bedding, diapered me, and we went back to bed, with a new bottle of milk to help
  22. This was in my preschool years, so about the time I was about 4-5 years old. Me, Carter, the Vietnamese birthday girl, and her sister were hanging out in her toy room. As we were having fun, her sister comes over with one of those toilets made for baby sized dolls. We then each took turns sitting on it, pretending to use the potty. On one of my turns, the toilet like device beneath me apparently signaled my bladder and bowels to evacuate. Passing it off as a fart, I asked the birthday girl, let's call her Sarah, where her bathroom was. I then went in, took my pants off, sat on her sister's training potty in case I had to go more, and started wiping up
  23. 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
  24. So this occurred, as the title suggests, during preschool. This was during my first month at the YMCA. During this specific incident, I had run out of diapers that day, and was still not TOO jazzed about using public bathrooms. I did use them, but that was on occasion, and really only if my mom was with me mainly. So this was pretty early on the day, not long after my mom had dropped me off. After a brief stop at the YMCA's bathroom, which I didn't end up using as I, at the time, didn't have to go, As I was doing some arts and crafts, I felt a pressure in my bladder and bowels, as well as my guts gurgling. Not wanting to put off coloring, like most kids at that age, I decided to ignore my need to go. Later on, how an hour or so later, during play time, was my ignoring the bathroom, not using it that morning when my mom brought me in, plus not using the bathroom when a class bathroom break, coming to bite me in the butt. By now I was pretty desperate, with a few drops leaking out into my sweatpants, Gauging the control I had, I made my way to the bathroom. However, as I got near, I felt my control starting to slip, as the first bit of poop slowly started making my way out. Heading to a corner, making sure no one could see me, I began Blair Witching as I let go. A spurt started out, which soon turned into a torrent as my pee splashed into my sweatpants, and slid down my legs. Meanwhile, my bowels spilled out into the back of my pants, the seat of my pants filling up with fresh poop. Once I finished, I went slid my pants down, and dumped my poop out onto the floor. I then went into the bathroom, cleaned my butt, and went on my way.
  25. So this occurred when I was about five years of age. A few weeks prior to this, my mom.and I visited a family friend. I played with her daughters. Let's call then Lisa and Anya, and no, those are not their real names. While I was playing in their room, they decided to torture my five year old self by forcing me to sit through Barbie, probably why I loathe the doll icon to this day. Fast forward to this day. We were playing tag when we ended up tripping and, as is common, fell atop one another. My pants had slid down a bit, revealing my diaper. They teased me about it, so I decided to get my revenge on them for the Barbie incident. Grunting, I began loading up my diaper with the lunch of rice and lumpia we had earlier. They squealed and called me gross, and it was now my turn to chase after them
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