Messing Myself At School
MESSING MYSELF AT SCHOOL
Has anyone wanted to do something dangerous? Embarrassing? Exciting?! You could say I'm a bit of a daredevil or thrill seeker and my story will explain why.
Now I am 16 and a big diaper lover. I'm not sure when it started, but it has certainly been a while since I started having this weird fascination. I have never told anyone about it except for my brother until recently when I confessed the fact that I was a diaper lover to my parents.
They have told me that it is a sexual, and I would be inclined to agree with them, but my simple opinion is that if I do not impose a cost on others by enjoying diapers or try to normalize this behavior, then there is no reason to prohibit this desire.
Now my mom did buy me pull-ups once. There were a total of about sixteen as I recall, and I ran through them in about three days. That's about five to six pull-ups a day! I suppose wearing them constantly (and the fact that they can only handle one or two wettings) made the supply dwindle quickly.
My dad didn't know about the pull-ups (and I pray that he doesn't find out) and my mom has kept it a secret along with myself.
Now I am rambling on about past experiences, but so far - ever since the pull-ups - I haven't been able to get my hands on any sort of padding.
Needless to say, that experience got my heart pumping. It was exciting because it was taboo.
Now since I don't have any form of diaper, I went with the next best thing... underwear.
I don't usually wet my underwear anymore, but I still do mess in them. It is far easier to hide a stain then a wet spot and the smell of urine. However, I became bored of a mundane mess in my pants in the comfort of my own quarters. There was no excitement. So I hatched a plan.
I wanted to mess myself somewhere outside of my comfort zone! Somewhere unsafe and away from home. So, why not mess my pants in school?
I thought of it as the perfect choice, and so I began to wait. I didn't poop for an entire day. I wanted to poop my pants the next day at school, and that part I succeeded at.
I woke up on a Wednesday and felt my bowels shifting. I made sure to put on a good pair of briefs to poop in, before I ate and went to school where I waited for the dying urge to poop, but it never came. So, in my second period class, I asked to head to the bathroom and tried to force it out with little success.
I was thinking that perhaps I didn't have to poop that much, and so, defeated, I continued on with my regular day until lunch.
Now, I don't go to a public school like most. I actually attend a private Christian school. I am a devout Christian, and so, I agreed to give a sermon for the fine arts competition that my school participates in.
To practice for the competition, Brandon, a student at my school, and I were to preach our sermons to each other in a classroom that wasn't being used during the lunch period. The pastor that usually is with us wasn't with us that day.
I brought my lunch to that room, but before either of us began, I went off the use the restroom because I had to pee.
When I entered into the bathroom, it was empty. I used the urinal like I intended, but before I left, I decided to try to poop my pants one more time.
I tried to force it out near the urinals, but just couldn't. So I went to wash my hands, but when I was grabbing a paper towel, I tried one more time.
I felt the warm mess fill the seat of my briefs. I sighed as I pushed as much as I could into them. It felt great as the mess pushed into my pants. I was excited! Enthralled, even! I could not believe I had pooped my pants, in school, on purpose.
I did think about cleaning up the mess in the seat of my pants, but I decided to let the mess stay. I walked out of the bathroom and into the classroom where I let Brandon preach.
I stood near my lunch and ate as he spoke. I was constantly aware to make sure that the mess in my pants was away from the nose of anybody.
The class remained mostly empty until a teacher entered and began to unpack. I avoided her for the most part as Brandon began to conclude his sermon. I saw several students begin to enter which signified that there wasn't enough time for me to do my sermon (something I was a bit glad for).
I rushed out of the room with my stuff in tow. I walked out of the building I was previously in and headed for the main school building where I headed straight for the buildings bathroom.
There was only one stall in the main buildings bathroom, and someone had already occupied it. So, I stood there in messy briefs as several students went in and out of the bathroom until the man in the stall left and I entered. The students probably didn't question the smell due to it being a bathroom.
I cleaned the mess in my pants before I wiped myself and flushed the toilet. I washed my hands and headed off for my sixth period class. I got away with pooping my pants at school.
So while there weren't really any diapers in this little tale, I hope to be able to write a story where I am actually in a diaper and using it. But, until that happens, I suppose I'll have to stick with messing my pants. Until the next exciting tale, goodbye.
Written By: Alexander