It was new years eve, we are nest friends and you knew of my diaper situation, we had always been close and this year we had agreed to have eachother as a midnight kiss, I smile as the clock ticked down and the presenter on the television shouted '5, 4, 3, 2, 1!' And with that I would move my head towards you for a kiss, however as your lips met mine you realise I didn't seem to be kissing back, instead my face was scrunched up and at the time 'happy new yeas' was said you hear a loud wet fart as warm mush spreads across my nappy and you get a strong stench of my poopy present