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Perhaps 8 years ago, in a public area (No-one able to see or detect otherwise). I knew from experience and watching videos of girls doing it that pooping in jeans without wetting doesnt produce an obvious external stain and the growing poopie bulge would only be visible to someone who is closely studying my ass. One afternoon, after lunch at work I felt the familiar almost full signals, the type that says "could you go when convenient please". I denied and held on for later! My wife was away for a couple of days and I was looking forward to starting a nappy wearing session after pooping my pants. During my rail ride homewards, I considered using the toilet... But that would waste the perfect start to my nappy weekend. Home is in a small town, the rail station is open and not manned, if I was able to hold on, I felt the perfect situation developing , with space to divert and allow the other alighting passengers to disperse. I was going to have a pants pooping "accident" somewhere at the station or on my cycle ride home! I held on to the increasing urge, farting a few times as I anticipated the thrill and unique combination of situation, relief, sensual feedback and more, experienced from breaking an unwritten social rule, just relaxing and filling my pants with a nice, big warm, poo poo. I've done it in privacy at home in pants, more in nappies but only a few times in a public place. The few other times I've done this, it's not been busy, I've made space and kept moving so, although one feels everyone will notice, no-one realy does. I stood and headed to the exit as the train approached my stop. I was the first of a small group and was holding my bike. I saw the station was empty and began to prepare my mind for the experiences. I opened the door as the train stopped and felt the light breeze of fresh outdoors air, which would quickly disperse any aromas, I stepped out, even before my foot reached the platform, my body began releasing the poopie, I moved aside to make space and prepare my bike, as the big load continued filling my pants, this first stage was more just letting it happen than Intentionally pushing or straining, so I didn't appear to be doing anything, but I was fully aware of the poopie load filling and taking more space in my underwear. I wear cotton briefs, which tend to do a good job of retaining any big jobs, preventing easy overflows or escapes from the leg elastics, they gave me confidence that there won't be any leakage or obvious externally visible staining. Every passenger passed and was walking away as I followed the reflexive release with some pushing, the perfect, medium soft poo was able to find paths of least resistance, sliding between my skin and underwear to find space, it didnt take much before I felt pleasing signs of my stretchy jeans yielding to the force. Denim began to move and stretch over both hips, the rear of the waistband was felt moving downwards, providing more potential space, allowing the pooping to continue with little effort. My heart was pounding and adrenaline was high, despite me knowing that no-one would see or smell my accident, which was providing it's own warm and squishy feedback, stimulating more and more sensitive areas as it found routes between my legs to my balls and squished outwards and upwards about my ass. I was exiting the station at this stage, feeling a slight left to right swinging of the comfy mound with each step. Then I began anticipating the experience of sitting on the bike saddle and peddaling with my pants so loaded. It wasnt squished down and felt like there was too much to risk the unknown effect without reducing the bulge, I sat on a bench briefly, in a way to squish some of the mound forwards, enjoying the experience of flowing soft, warm, squishyness meeting and surrounding another body zone as it passed over and around my balls before surrounding my cock. Sitting on my bike and settling down onto the saddle forced more warm squishing in all directions, I felt about an inch above the saddle, supported by a bio cushion which conformed perfectly to the shape of my body, cycling on the road with light traffic and people going about their own business, no-one would see, smell or know about my warm and squishy pants pooping secret, but peddling made me once again more aware as sensual feedback resulted from poopoo trying to find more space. This all felt intense and I looked forward to getting home, where I could relax and enjoy my messy toddler situation, leading maybe to #1 & #3. The only stage I felt a risk was as poopies was finding its way upwards and rearwards towards my jeans waistband, where, unchecked, it may escape to leave the more obvious sign. Switching to a more upright body position allowed my cycling overwear to lower and cover this one area which may have shown some poopies. This naughty pants pooping happened because I didn't use the toilet when there was a chance, I realy will have to wear nappies again after my shower!

"Dude I don't like this anymore than you do, but if I don't babysit you your mom's going to show email my dad those party pictures so let's just get this over with, on the changing table." Kim said as she squared up against her friend, the thing about Kim was she was a good foot taller than Kayla and she definitely was a bit more athletically built, despite her partying and weed smoking.

With pleasure! I made everything from start to finish.

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Infant program

"Sweetie its all going to be okay, look at this fun little room were in." Evelyn said gently getting her daughter to look around the room was very adorable with cute little desk, soft colorful carpets on top of the floor, play mats and a bunch of toys. When's Valeria started to calm down a bit Evelyn placed her little girl down on the floor watching her toddle teen wondered around as the psychologist got the paperwork and tests ready and even though Valeria was a teenager her tests would be made for kids younger than her to start with.

Chapter 8  “How do you feel?” Hanako asked as we left the nurse’s office and walked down the freshly-swept hallway toward the stairwell.  I considered the things I had thought about wanting earlier. Unlike the underwear-style diaper with its elastic waistband, there was no give in the waist of the tape closure diaper I was now wearing, and therefore it was impossible to forget that I was wearing a diaper, but at least it was clean. The diaper change itself wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Itou-sensei hadn’t made me feel babyish; she was quite professional toward me. Oddly, she was somewhat unprofessional toward Hanako, I didn’t know their relationship. Hanako was talking to me, as she was when I was upset that she talked to Hikari instead of me. And Hanako had felt the same thing I had, which is probably what that fidgeting with her skirt was about, but instead of complaining about it she tried to make me feel better about what I was feeling. In summary, I felt like a jerk.  “I’m sorry for getting mad earlier,” I said. “I know it’s a figure of speech to say ‘I’m sorry’ when you mean ‘I feel bad for you’.”  “It’s okay, I thought you might be cranky.”  What a word to choose. “Do a lot of kids have that reaction?” I asked.  “Not as many as in third grade, but everyone deals with it differently. You get used to it after a while.” Said from experience, clearly. “The thing is, you were right. I made a choice that put you in that position, and I wouldn’t make that choice differently, so I shouldn’t have apologized.”  “You shouldn’t feel guilty about choosing to go to class,” I insisted. “The law says everyone has to complete primary and middle school, so if anyone complains, you just tell them it’s the law.”  We reached the stairs and started climbing. “I don’t think they could punish me for not going to class. Except they could exorcise me. I don’t think they’d exorcise me just for that. And that’s not the reason I want to go to school.”  “Are you sure? I don’t need to be told I’d be punished for stealing to know I shouldn’t do it. If you believe something is right, you’ll enforce the rule against yourself without having to think about it. Maybe that’s why you stopped growing between when you died and when you started third grade again—so you wouldn’t be breaking the law by missing any school.”  “I think I didn’t grow physically because I didn’t grow mentally, and my mind is all I am,” she said. That was an interesting theory. “And my most important rule should be to recognize what other people do for me, so what I should have said was, thank you for not using the toilet.”  “There was no way I could after you told me what happened before.”  “Which I only did because you cared enough to ask,” she pointed out.  “I had a thought about what Itou-sensei said,” I segued. She started blushing in expectation. “Suppose she’s right.”  “She is not right,” Hanako insisted, “it’s just nobody can tell because nobody uses my washroom as a washroom any more.”  It took me a moment to figure out what that meant. “Oh, you poop when anyone poops!”  “Yeah. For some reason it doesn’t happen with pee. It was only an issue when all the stalls were in use, but that happened enough that nobody wanted to take the risk anymore.”  “Even so, If you wore a diaper, could you haunt yourself?”  “I can’t change any of my clothes,” she replied, flustered. “I wish I could! This skirt is way too short, and I don’t know how it still fits around me.”  “How do you know you can’t?”  “I tried. Last year a girl took her clothes off while she was changing in my washroom in the morning, and she tried holding them around me, but I was still wearing the sweater and skirt.”  We reached the second floor and turned toward the classroom. “Oh,” I said disappointedly, “that’s what I would have suggested.”  “Speaking of Itou-sensei, you said clubs need the support of a teacher. Does it have to be a teacher-teacher, or could Itou-sensei do it as a staff member? She seems interested in answering my question, so she might support the Hanako’s Mystery Club.”  I stopped, and she took two steps in place before she realized it and turned to face me. “Look, up until lunch, this was one of my best days at school ever. As of right now, it’s the worst. Worse than the time I threw up in class. You saw what I was like when I pooped the diaper. I don’t think I can take any extra Hanako Duty.” She tried to pretend she was okay with what I had just said, but I could tell she was disappointed. “I won’t try to get out of it when it’s my turn,” I continued, “and I won’t drag you into the boys’ toilet. I wouldn’t even mind coming to your washroom early every morning to help you fill in your homework, because I think that would need to be finished before homeroom. I hope you’ll still think of me as a friend. But unless the club can meet in your washroom… I’m sorry I offered something I didn’t know I couldn’t give.”  She tried to smile, but I knew what her real smile looked like and it wasn’t that. “It’s okay. If Hanako Duty was fun, they wouldn’t let you get out of doing the other classroom chores when you had it. Maybe if you get used to it later in the year, we can try then.”  “We’ll see,” I said, but as we returned to the classroom I was sure it would never happen.  We had to wait outside the door briefly as the students cleaning the classroom finished up, then returned to my desk. Hikari was part of the classroom group, and Hanako went over to talk to her as usual while we waited for the classmates whose chores were outside the room to return. Once the chore period was over, Hanako returned to her chair, smiling in her familiar manner. I couldn’t feel jealous of Hikari at this point—as much as I would have liked that relationship with Hanako, it was reasonable for her to want to be friends with someone who could tolerate Hanako Duty better than me, and it seemed like Hikari was just such a someone. I still did my best at the classroom portion of Hanako Duty for the rest of the day. Morisawa-sensei took us to the art room, and since Hanako obviously couldn’t paint for herself, I did my best to follow her instructions. Then we came back to our homeroom for social studies, and she tried to participate as much as usual, though spending all her time at the school meant she was out of touch with current events. I wet my diaper lightly once in each class, since I was stuck wearing it anyways and I did have to admit it was convenient. And finally Morisawa-sensei returned for the end of day homeroom.  Since he knew he’d see us again at the end of the day, Morisawa-sensei didn’t hand out homework during his own class, because he used his spare period to mark our assignment and gave back those papers and the new homework together during dismissal. Typically he distributed them like the other teachers had, by leaving a stack with the front row students to pass back, but today he took two stacks of paper from his briefcase and walked down the file of desks by the doors, taking a sheet from each stack and placing them on each student’s desk.  “As you all know, today is the last day of the first cycle of Hanako Duty,” he said clearly for all to hear. “None of you would be in this class if your parents hadn’t given permission at the end of last year, and we would hope that they asked your opinion before making that decision, but ultimately that choice was up to them. So I would like to thank each of you for your contribution.” He reached the end of the file and started backwards up the next. “Of course on behalf of Hanako-san, but also all the other teachers at this school. We wouldn’t have this job if we didn’t have a passion for education, and it pained all of us to find out that there was a child who spent all her time at the school and wanted to go to class, but was unable to.  “I’m sure you had concerns about what having Hanako Duty would be like, and I hope you found them to be unwarranted.” He turned around and continued down the file next to mine. “Every other student and every teacher at this school knows that it doesn’t represent a failing on your part—in fact it represents a virtue, and there’s no shame in helping someone. And if any student tried to make you feel ashamed, I hope you reported it to a teacher so that student could be corrected.”  Ironically the concerns I had weren’t the ones I should have had. Hanako had said that the initial tests had been with students, and I think it would have been problematic to have her haunt a teacher, but I doubted that Morisawa-sensei had worn and used a diaper at some point and had someone change him so that he would know what we were going to experience.  “Unlike the other chores, the work of Hanako Duty is spread throughout the day.” Instead of turning forward, he zig-zagged across the rest of the back ranks. “You don’t have a floor, or a washroom, or a blackboard to look at and ask yourself, ‘Could I have done better?’ You may look at what your classmates have done and say, ‘I don’t need to do more than them, because it’s just for one day.’ You may hear that you can sit out from Phys Ed class and say, ‘If I can, I will, because it’s just for one day.’ She may want to sit in a particular place, but you have her sit with you, just for one day.” Now he worked his way around the remaining desks on the window side of the room. “But all of Hanako’s days are someone’s ‘just one day’, and if everyone makes the choice to do the minimum for their day, then Hanako gets the minimum school experience. So as you each have Hanako Duty for what will for most of you be the second time, I would like you to challenge yourself to do the most for her you can. For you it might be a little extra trouble, but together you can help her have a better every day.”  And as he said that he arrived at my desk, placing my marked homework and today’s blank assignment in front of me, then putting the remaining blank page in front of Hanako. “If you can get someone to help you fill it out, I’ll mark it for you,” he said to her. “If you can’t, at least you can practice for yourself. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it before.”  “Thank you, Sensei,” Hanako said.  “Thank you, Sensei,” I repeated, though I wasn’t sure if he would realize why. I was no longer worried that my classmates would resent me for raising the standard they would be held to for Hanako Duty, because Morisawa-sensei had asked them to hold themselves to a higher standard without mentioning me. I wondered if he had been planning to give this talk all along, but he probably wouldn’t have discouraged me from participating in Phys Ed class if he had, and the “just for one day” line echoed what I had said at lunch. Ironically, if that was when he made the decision, he would have had no way of knowing that I needed to hear that speech as much as them. Pooping myself may have dulled my enthusiasm for having Hanako Duty, but the reminder of how much it meant to Hanako meant that I wouldn’t take my distaste out on her.  As I took my two pages and Hanako’s one and put them into my backpack, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

Im from bangor northern ireland

Im from bangor northern ireland

Im from bangor northern ireland

Looking forward to it!

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I doubt she'd be put in diapers just because she came in with no underwear on - more likely someone at the hospital was concerned that either the drugs she was on (or a combination of that and the drugs they'd give her) mayd cause incontinence.

I am always on the side of the little ones and the mids. But I also have a sadistic disposition and like it when fictional characters suffer.

I am enjoying it. I was expecting Olympe to do something stupid at the party and end up offending the royal family of the country they’re in and up spending a few days or so in the stocks, possibly spanked and wearing a diaper and her party dress pinned up in the back 😂 she just seems like a firecracker without much of a filter or self control lol. I am surprised they let the Little go home. Am I mistaken, I thought the entire point of the Gala was for Ruby to choose and announce her chosen Little? Also, a tiny mistake is that Mira is not ever shown where she’s even seen Sienna or Ruby and that Sienna was far enough away to not be seen. There’s no mention of Mira noticing Sienna or her medallion till after she had gotten home. And no mention of Ruby had followed Sienna. In fact it mentions that Sienna had to tell Ruby about the Mira after letting her go. I’m also confused as to why Sienna had a way to contact the woman handling Mira even though Sienna isn’t from there? I could just be overthinking that part. Or just not understanding yet how everything works in this world yet. I am very excited to see what happens next and hopefully we’ll learn more about that one person Mira’s friend mentioned that got sold off to someone.

Sorry, it's just my personality. When i read a story or watch a movie, my brain starts to build up the entire context and sociological and psychological implications. I also tend to have a somewhat pessimistic view of society and humanity in general, so i always imagine a realistically dark future. 😅

I think I tried 4 or 5 different brands of diapers before I found the Seni Super Plus and Seni Quatro diapers. They are the best fitting diapers and most reliable for my incontinence needs and they are reasonably priced on Amazon. I also use the Megamax diapers as well but primarily as my overnight diapers in the winter. I wear the Seni diapers 24/7.

Was on the frontage road, when an old Winabago passed me on the highway. Spray painted on its side, in big white letters, was D L. I couldn’t catch up to look in… thinking no. It has to mean something else. Anyway I love diaper camping

Dude, the stuff you're talking about is WAY too dark and upsetting, and I'm not even gonna consider it. This is a lighter story about a character that loses pretty much everything, then finds the happiness, acceptance, and love she realizes her previous life was lacking. Just....just let me cook. I don't want to consider any theories like how the cul-de-sac in Ed, Edd & Eddy was some kind of purgatorial limbo, with each kid representing the time period they lived in before they died. That is so far beyond the scope of this story I can't even put it into words, and I'm a wordy little thing to begin with.

I think you should also look into the psychological aspect. For example, someone like Chelsea, who had everything and imagined a brilliant future, only to find herself facing the worst regression, could fall into depression and perhaps attempt suicide. Jamie, on the other hand, has a more positive future, given that he appears to have the mildest regression. Is the mutation permanent? From what i've read, Type 3s appear almost normal. Will Type 1s like Chelsea end up as drooling vegetables with no chance of recovery? That's why i think there would be so many suicides; practically no one would want to live with that kind of life expectancy. Furthermore, many parents could also get rid of their "defective" children. Another factor to consider is a drastic drop in birth rates, which would put the species at risk: people might no longer want to have children, because each child would essentially be a game of russian roulette for the parents. Another factor to consider is that young people receiving such diagnoses might feel they have nothing left to lose (this is indeed the case for Type 1s), so they might dare to give vent to their worst instincts while they still have their minds and mobility, for example by committing brutal criminal acts. More progressive governments could create a sort of legal euthanasia for Type 1s who choose to end their lives with dignity and refuse to accept their fate. It would create a business. Furthermore, as mentioned, very wealthy and influential families could manipulate their children's tests to cover up the regression (for example, if they have Type 2 or Type 3) and limit their children's contact in public to mask it, perhaps using drugs and behavioral training to mask the symptoms. I think powerful people like Trump, Musk, Gates, etc. would certainly do this. I am a big fan of sociology and crowd psychology. These could be starting points for the story. Then I also imagine there would be deniers; many might think that the mutation is actually limited, and for example, many Type 2 or Type 3 patients who feel normal might be angry with the system for having lost privileges, so protest groups, riots, and even terrorism could form. The areas where testing is conducted could be subject to terrorist attacks. Then, as happened with COVID, each state would have different approaches, some with harsher restrictions, others with less severe restrictions for the mutation-related homework. This would lead many families with children to leave the country for less restrictive states for their children in the event of an unfavorable diagnosis. However, i imagine scientists are working on a cure and a vaccine. There will likely be experimental drugs, perhaps expensive, that combat and alleviate the symptoms, likely with side effects. People would probably abuse these drugs to stay as normal as possible. I often enjoy hypothesizing how society would react if something happened, in high school it was a mental exercise that we were encouraged to do in sociology lessons. If you also want to create a socio-political context to the story, these could be some ideas

Lol I win

the witch could change bullys and bad guys and girls to babys

FF The end in hexadecimal IT-Systems.

“Let me who do you think I am!” She squealed as she was trying to do her best to intimidate Kim to get her to backdown! I can’t believe she’s really going to try to babysit me! Kayla thought as she was looking for a weakness from Kim.. If anyone saw what was going on before them they would laugh as Kayla who was in a dirty diaper was trying to argue with an adult when she’s just a baby.. It was comical! “Kim quit this shit I’m taking a shower!” She yelled getting frustrated as it seemed everyone now saw her as a BABY!

Guess what. It's not your time and place. What you may have seen is not what other people see. Your experiences are not the absolute definition of experience. Your definition of what something is and isn't, is not necessarily correct. Considering that Gertrude Moran showed up at the 1949 Wimbledon Tournament wearing "a short tennis dress with ruffled, lace-trimmed knickers, was short enough for her knickers to be visible during the match, a first for any tournament." I don't know what they were called, but she caused a bit of a kerfuffle. Even sparking a debate in the UK Parliament. I do doubt that her panties were waterproof.