Don't Hold Back
DON'T HOLD BACK
I was 2 years old and still wore diapers. I began to get self conscious about it in public. I had been left with Jenny, my sitter, who brought me to the supermarket one afternoon.
Before going she put me in a fresh diaper and just a t-shirt. I wanted to wear shorts, but she said she needed to see how wet my diaper was at all times. Before leaving she made sure I had plenty of water to drink.
It wasn't long after getting to the store that I began to feel the urge to pee. I tried my best to hold it until Jenny picked up the phone. I was squirming around when she began to tickle me.
I laughed a bit and lost control flooding the front of the diaper with warm urine. Her mouth dropped and she chuckled. It is a good thing you are wearing a diaper.
We went up and down the aisles until arriving at the vegetables. Some cramps hit me and I reddened with embarrassment since I knew what was coming.
Jenny was absorbed in picking out onions and potatoes for a soup. I tugged at her dress and said I needed to poop really badly.
She grabbed my hand and led my towards the toilet, but an out of order sign stopped us. I had been squeezing my butt cheeks together, while stumbling along. She bent down and said, just use your diaper that is what it is for.
I held it in as long as I could. Once we were in line to pay I couldn't wait any longer. I crouched down, tensed up and my face turned red as a big dump oozed into my diaper.
It was squashed against my butt crack and smelled horrible. As the diaper sagged the brown contents inside were clearly visible through the leg gathers.
We paid for our stuff and all the way to the car that smelly load stuck to my butt. I began to cry, but soon Jenny changed me and wiped away the mess, while talking to me softly.
Written By: M Gribb
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