My punishment for pooping my pants at a supermarket

[ipoopedmynappy]

This story is about how having a tiny accident at a supermarket led to me going back to diaper and being treated as a baby. My mother goes from hating me for being a pant soiler to be a caring nurse who is prepared to wipe my arse serval time a day.
I was out shopping with my mother at a local supermarket. We were slowly searching the aisles, looking for mouthwash, when a bulging pain started to grow in my belly. I ignored it at first but the pain got sharper as it grow. I had to poop.
“Mummy I need the toilet”, I wined as mother put the mouthwash in the trolly and began looking for sponges. She glared at me with a disapproving look and snapped “Becky you are a big girl of fourteen years old you can hold it until we get home”. I nodded and grabbed my bottom because the pain had spread to my lower back as well. We continued searching the supermarket of various thing like tea bags and soap but I could no longer keep up with mum as the urge to poo now felt like I was being repeatedly stabbed with knifes in my lower abdomen. I stagger along the rows of shelfs while clinging to them as my leg were bucklering under the growing urge to defecate.
“Becky stop bring silly”, mother shouted at me as she turned her head to view me clumsily anchoring myself around the left corner of the freezer aisle. “I’m sorry but I have stomach ace and I really really need to poo. The curry from last night didn’t settle well and you won’t let me use the toilet”, I wept. Not in a sympathetic mood, mother turned around and spat “well you should of thought about this before your gorged yourself on the chilli”. She then turned back around and continued browsing the shelfs.
I though on for as long I could but mother just kept on browsing. Before we even started queuing for the check outs, I reach my breaking point. My stomach gurgled in a painful downward spiral and the only way I could stop this pain was to pass gas. Unfortunately, more than just gas came out. I froze on the stop once I realised I was filling my knicker with sloppy stinky diarrhoea. It didn’t all stay in my knicker, as before I could even register that I had an accident I could feel it dripping down my legs and pooling up in my shoes. My bladder gave out due to the shock of my bowels voiding in the middle of the fresh groceries section of the supermarket. This all felt wet and sticky but warm and cozy at the same time. It took me a good minute to ruin my knickers.
After having this terrible accident, I didn’t know what to do. So I just called to my mother. “You did what”, mother snapped. “I pooped my pants”, I sobbed. Mother then grabbed my arm and dragged me to the baby and toddler aisle while I left a trail of bodily fluids. “If you act like a baby you will be treated as one”, she screamed while I stumbled along behind her. Mother pulled a pack of size 7 Pampers and a dummy from the shelf. “This one will stop your accident and this one will stop your whining “, she stated while pointing at the diapers and dummy representatively. She then chucked the diaper and dummy at me which both bounced off my chest and collied with the floor because I was too upset to be able to catch them.
Bending over to pick the diapers and dummy of the floor was hard because of all the poopoo and peepee in my knickers. It felt squishy and slight warm as the bodily fluids were starting to cool down. A river of urine was forming in the store as I stumbled around trying to pick up the pack of diapers. Once I had pick both items up, and trudge after mum who was now in the checkout queue.
People were staring at us as we wait to pay for our shopping with some them pinching their noses in disgusted. A few people did more than just stare as I heard phrase like phantom pooper and waterfall in her pants. Luckily all I got from the public was some disturbed looks and a few rude names except for a thirty year old supermarket employee who angrily yelled “Are you going to clean your crap off the floor or am I going to”. I didn’t answer his question verbally I just stared at the ground which told him he better start mopping. Mother’s payment at the till was done in silents as neither of us even made eye contact with the cashier. Mother just tapped her card on the contactless card reader and left.

Once mum had finished paying she grabbed my wristed and dragged me to the bathroom. “Take your trousers and knicker off now “ , She bellowed. Not want to anger mum anymore, I took them off and quickly chucked them in a plastic bag mum had placed on the floor. Once my private parts were exposed, mother screamed “Now lie on the floor so I can diaper your filthy bottom”. I obeyed her orders. We didn’t have any wet wipes so mother just used serval rolls of toilet paper the supermarket had stored in a plastic turquoise container to wipe the shit and piss of me. “Hold still”, order mum as she aggressively scrubbed my pussy with a handful of damp toilet paper. My buttock stank like I had just landed bottom first into a bush of Poison Ivry.
After mother was satisfied with clean my dirty arse, she ripped open the pack of diapers. Pulling out the first one with Disney characters on it, mother opened it up and slid it between my legs. Then she opened up the sticky tabs on both sides of the diaper so that she it could securely fasten it. In a rush to get out of the supermarket, mother quickly faster the diaper around my hips and yanked me out of the public restroom.
“Mum everybody can see by diaper and I’, not wearing any tro….”, I stuttered as mother wedge the dummy into my mouth. “Sssh honey”, crooned mum as she continued to drag me out of the supermarket. The dummy made it impossible to talk so I just stared at the ground and pretend that I didn’t exist.
Everybody was staring at us as we headed home. Luckily there wasn’t many people about so we didn’t get abuse shout at us but the staring was still unpleasant. My bottom felt strange, it was as if my bottom was super glued to a super soft cushion. It didn’t feel unusually heavy but sort of just saggy and bulky. My mouth was locked shut with the pacifier. It felt like someone had sown my lip together with thick black thread.
Once we got home, mother unlocked the front door and we head inside. Unfortunately, I still had some chilli left it inside me and it want to come out. I bolted it to them bathroom. I tried everything to get that babyish diaper off me (Pulling on the taps with both hands and cutting it with nail clippers) but it wouldn’t budge. I though mum would take the diaper off me but she wanted me to destroyed with shit and piss. “Mummy and can you take the diaper off me please I need to poo”, I begged as I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. “Don’t be silly, you can go in your diaper”, giggled mum as she forcefully shoved the pacifier back into my mouth.
I felt that warning pressure growing in my belly, I was going to have to shit in diaper shortly. I trudge into the left corner of my bedroom behind the door. I squatted down and let my hands rest on the foot of my bed. Realising it was best to get in over and done with, I stated to push. At first I couldn’t bring myself to do it as I am not a baby. However, this all changed once I got over the embarrassment. Warm logs of poop wiggled their way out of my anus which were met with a steady stream of dark urine. The diaper started to sag down in between my legs as that was were the waterfall was pooling up.
A loud fart got mother’s attention. “Has somebody had an accident?”, smirked mum as she swung open my bedroom door. I froze not knowing what to say or do. Mother took my silent as a yes. “I think I know what the answer is but I will double check anyway”, responded mum as she went to have a peak down the bag of my diaper. “Yucky, someone differently needs a change”, sniffled mum as she poked her nose around my diaper.
Once mum can finished observing the destruction of my diaper, she yanked me to the bathroom to get change. Then it was back another diaper. I stay in diaper for serval months after this and I had to go through the whole process of toilet training again. I still have the pacifier to this day and it’s resting on my bedside cabinet as I am writing this.