This story is one hundred percent true. The story is about something that happened to me in a store, while I was wearing my diaper. If you don't fantasize about wearing poopy diapers, then you might not want to read this.

It is very important that I tell you a little about myself, in order to enjoy this story to it's fullest, but I will make it quick.

The first thing I'd like to explain is what things turn me on.

1. I fantasize about being dominated by a cute girl in her late teens or early twenties
2. This girls legs which is most important to me, must be athletic, have smooth skin, and be filled in meaning not bonny or too skinny.
3. When she bends her knees, Her kneecaps must be smooth and rounded. Some knees when bent, shows the knee bone, and are not smooth.
4. Imagine this pose, A girl sitting on the floor with her knees tucked into her chest and her feet spread apart so that her legs form the sharp of the letter A. This is my favorite post of a girl.
5. To me, the girl that wears white shorts, with tan smooth legs that had just been rubbed with baby wipes, makes a good set of diaper legs.
6. I think the reason I like to fantasize about walking around in poopy diapers with a cute girl that teases me with her legs and forces me to walk around in my smelly diaper all day, is what I'll explain. First about the diaper. Diapers and domination have two things in common. Being dominated is like being held prisoner. Now, if you can relate that to a diaper, think about this. A diaper wraps around your body just like a prison cell raps around a prisoner. Because of the fact that I like to be dominated by a girl, is probably the reason I like the feeling of diapers. They wrap around my body and make me feel trapped, but also secure. So, lets imagine a little three year old. Pretend you are that three year old and have just pooped in your diaper. No matter what you do from there on, there is nothing you can do avoid the situation. If you run, the stinky load in your diaper with follow your. Of course, the reason you have a brick in your diaper, is because the Georges girl with the set of diaper legs wouldn't let you use the washroom. You and that smelly thing in your diaper are her possession.

I wrote the story One Summer Day and Later That Summer Day, but my name is not Nick. It's Mike and I'm from Chicago where there are a lot of cute girls with legs that could put a big point on the front of your diaper.

I had just put on a pair of my gym shorts from school to hide the two-layer diaper I was wearing. (Attends are King) It was nine in the morning, and I had just finished my second cup of coffee. Whenever I drink coffee in the morning, I almost instantly need to use the washroom.(Number 2) I have always found it exciting to walk around the mall in diapers while at the same time needing a bathroom badly. I guess I enjoy taking the chance. It's kind of like, when your three and can't hold it any longer, You poop your diaper .The problem was, after the second cup of coffee, It hit me so hard that I didn't think I could make it out of my house let alone to the mall. As I was putting my gym shoes on, the monster managed to creep back up in me. When I got to the mall, I was a little nervous. As with every step I took, the sound of the diaper was beginning to attract attention. Strangely however, at the same time, this feeling of being fully exposed was a little exciting. The mall's population had consisted of almost all teenage girls that had most likely been ditching school. As I entered the mall area of the store, there were four girls sitting on a bench by the waterfalls. I was beginning to think they had noticed my diaper, because they were all looking at me and giggling about something. I just acted like I didn't see them, because I know if I had to stop and talk, my diaper would have my meal in it from the night before. Basically I wanted to be near a bathroom so if I really needed it, it would be well within reach. The idea of walking around in a dirty diaper definitely seemed like the fun thing to do, but I didn't have the nerve to humiliate myself to that extent. Straight ahead was an elevator leading to the upstairs balcony. There were bathrooms, and a music store I wanted to check out since I was heading that way. I stepped into the elevator, and a woman and her baby followed. The women seemed in a hurry to get out of the store almost as if she had stolen something. The elevator had started to ascend, and in less than 10 seconds, I already knew why she wanted to leave the store so fast. The little boy she was carrying in the stroller had something toxic burning in his diaper and stunk the elevator up in less than fifteen seconds. All I could think about was, if I didn't get to a washroom fast, I would be in the same situation. When the elevator doors opened, I made my way to the music store hoping it would be a less populated area. I was wrong; it was full of people, mostly girls. At this point, I wasn't even enjoying myself anymore, because I now had to go to the washroom so bad, that the pigment of my skin had turned pink, and I was almost sweating. I couldn't hold it any longer. There were too many girls around and I wasn't about to drop a skunk in my diaper. I was already halfway into the store, and began to turn around to make my way out, Just then, The hottest girl that I had ever seen was an employee, and asked if I needed help with something. I said no thanks, but what I was really thinking, was how nice it would be to have my diapers put on by a girl like her. Before I walked away, she offered me some free coupons for next time I came back, I a hurry, I walked over to her and thanked her as she handed them to me. She was sitting on a bar stool with her feet up on the shelf on here side of the counter. This girl had the most beautiful looking tan legs, next to the white pair of shorts she was wearing. She must have rubbed baby oil all over them, because I could smell it, and all I could think about was how much I love diapers, but I now had to get out of the store, because I was sweating and only had minutes before I dropped the ball. Just as I was almost out the door, the alarms want off. Someone bought a radio and the girls at the desk forgot to take the barcode out. All the doors in the store had locked, but no one could open them. To make thing worse, the manager was on break so they had to call security to open the doors. There was no way I could wait to use the washroom and they didn't have one in the store. I had almost no control at this point. There were three girls standing behind me, and two in front, but I didn't even care anymore. I made the decision that I was going to go right there and hope security would have the doors open quick. I slowly tried to ease the massive thing out into my diaper but it didn't come out at first. Than the most embarrassing moment in my life had been awakened.

I held my breath and pushed a little harder. And the unexpected happened. Right in front of all the girls, the five-foot submarine I had eaten the night before, had caused an atomic explosion in my diaper. It was a done deal. The two girls in front of me just giggled, while the three in back were playful about it, and began to make baby sounds. The one girl in back was straightforward and said, "I hope he's wearing a diaper." I wanted to hide. I just acted like I couldn't hear them. Then one of the girls said to the other, "maybe it wasn't what it sounded like." Then the other girl said, " ya..right...It sounded real to me!" Then the last girl said, "He shouldn't feel bad, my little two year old nephew poops in his diaper, too." The cute girl at the counter was listening to the whole thing. I saw here shaking her head, and then make a joke to the other employee, " I think we should start selling diapers here." I was beyond being embarrassed now, but was also getting turned on by their remarks. Now the front of my diaper was as hard as a rock. The girls in back of me started again. "It's starting to smell like someone's wearing a poopy diaper in here, isn't it, girls? Just then the doors opened, and I walked out with out looking back. As I was walking away, I could here the girls talking to me. " Goodbye poopy diapers!" I just ignored her. My suggestion is, if you want to poop in your diaper in public, be careful where and when you do it.

I am a little more careful now.