Waddling At The Mall
WADDLING AT THE MALL
Having wet my pants previously this week mom decided to punish me by making me wear diapers when we went out to prevent a repeat performance. After being swaddled in a thick, cozy diaper she put me in the car for a long ride.
As we approached the mall I could feel an urgent need to pee pee and asked mom if I could go to the bathroom. She told me she was in a hurry and there was no need, since I was well protected. I squirmed in my seat uncomfortably trying to hold it in.
Soon we were in the ladies clothes and my need for relief became very urgent. I didn't want anyone to know, so like all kids do, I hid in the clothing racks from mom.
For a moment all felt safe and I accepted that I would have to pee in this diaper, so it might as well be some what private. I relaxed a bit and a warm stream of urine began to swell the diaper under my pants.
The slimy warmth was even a bit reassuring, since after all, I could trust the diaper to discretely absorb the mess without anyone knowing. The diaper sagged as it filled between my legs and soon mom called my name impatiently.
I waddled out from the rack sloshing about and mom said, "where were you? Babies need to stay close to their mommies." We went to some other stores and my stomach began to tighten up a bit.
I knew what was coming and didn't want to have an accident in public, so again I tried to hold in my impending load. Mom rushed towards the upcoming elevator dragging me as I resisted and tried my best to walk slow and not mess my diaper.
As we waited an eternity for the next elevator I fidgeted around nervously in place. We entered a full and very quiet elevator. My bowels could no longer wait and my face blushed as the distinct sound of poop flooded my diaper.
Mom realized we needed to go the other direction, so we had to wait. A man wrinkled his nose at the disgusting smell emanating from my diaper. A woman spoke to mom and said, "Someone just had an accident."
As we exited the elevator mom pulled back my now soiled diaper to reveal it's muddy contents. We marched off to the ladies room with my sticky poop filled diaper smelling up the whole room.
Mom changed my diaper and said, "Looks like my little stinker will have to wear diapers for a while longer." I hung my head in shame wondering how long my humiliating punishment would last.
Written By: Matthew Gibb
Age: 50