GOING AND COMING ON A TRAIN Summary: A diapered man is returning home on a train when he has a sexy poop accident in his pants. It was the day after Christmas and Max was on his way home. He had spent a nice holiday with his sister and her family. It had been fun to see the children’s faces and experience their enthusiasm as they busied themselves opening presents. He had taken great pleasure in the holiday bounty, especially his sister’s fine meals. As a bachelor, he didn’t get to enjoy a good home-cooked meal as often as he would have liked. His sister had prepared all of his favorites. He had relished each bite and cleaned his plate quickly, going back for seconds and thirds on everything. Before his departure, he had eaten a big breakfast of eggs, pancakes, hash browns and bacon washed down with cup after cup of coffee. He knew he had overindulged, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. As the train pulled out, he settled into his seat. It would be a long ride home. Because the holiday had arrived on a Thursday, many people had taken the next day off from work as well and the train was less crowded than usual. Max pulled out the morning paper and began to read. About halfway through the front page, he began to get an uneasy feeling in his stomach. The train’s motion had made him feel a bit queasy. He let out a quiet belch, tasting remnants of breakfast as he did. Now he was getting a bit worried. His stomach let out an ominous rumble. He decided to stretch his legs and stood up. Perhaps a short walk in the aisle would help to settle his stomach and take his mind off the cramping feeling that had started up in his lower abdomen. An elderly lady dozed in the seat across the aisle. Other than her, the back of the car was empty. Max was glad he wasn’t traveling with anyone else at the moment. He had always been somewhat of a loner, but liked his solitary lifestyle. He was very particular about certain things and wasn’t really sure whether a woman would want to put up with his eccentric ways. For one thing, he was a bit obsessive compulsive. He had a place for every thing and needed everything to be in its place. His other major quirk was his diaper fetish. He had worn diapers for years. For him, they represented comfort and security. And, there was no denying the sexual thrill of feeling the soft bulk between his legs and rubbing on his erect penis. Wearing them helped him feel good and gave him an avenue of sexual release. He was thinking about diapers when the next abdominal cramp hit. This one was stronger and made him feel dizzy. A little doubt began to surface in his mind. Perhaps he shouldn’t have eaten so much in the last day and a half. All of the rich food coupled with some mild constipation was playing havoc with his bowels. Another cramp followed close on its heels. He began to feel some pressure down below. Uh oh. He occasionally peed in his diapers, but he had never defecated in public. He was afraid of the smell. Better to find a bathroom. He could feel things rumbling and beginning to move. He needed to find a bathroom. Now. The load of poop pushed harder against his sphincter and things were getting uncomfortable as he made his way to the back of the car. Relief washed over his face as he saw the door emblazoned with MEN in gold letters. He quickly opened it and stepped into the closet like room. He began to unbuckle his pants, but noticed a slip of paper taped to the toilet seat lid. The words OUT OF ORDER – DO NOT USE were scrawled in black magic marker. The load of poop pressed harder against his anus, becoming almost unbearable. Panic began to set in. What to do? He thought he noticed another men’s room at the front of the train as he was embarking earlier that morning. But, it was quite a walk to get all the way back there. Another cramp seized him, almost doubling him over. A large, variegated turd was now prairie dogging it out of his hind quarters. He squeezed it in with all of his might. The pressure was huge. He knew he would never make it. Now, he didn’t care if the toilet was out of order. He had to shit, and it was coming out now, one way or another. He tried to lift the lid, but found it was firmly taped shut. A groan escaped his lips as a final cramp finished the process. He could no longer hold back. His anus opened of its own accord and he deposited a long, steaming turd into his diaper. He eyed himself in the mirror. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. He groaned again and bent slightly at the knees. The poop was coming steadily now. He felt like some kind of soft serve ice cream machine as it oozed out of his ass. He doubted he had ever shit a load this big, and it was still coming. Then, he felt more pressure as his anus began to stretch. This must be the mother lode. It felt like a huge boulder was stuck down there. He stood, legs trembling, as the pressure began to build again. But, it wasn’t budging. He pressed his head to the cool wall, grabbing the edge of the sink in both hands as he did so. Now he was bending lower with his ass sticking up in the air. He took in a deep breath and pushed. He felt it move a little, but it was still stuck. He grunted and took in another breath, repeating the process three more times until it was out. The weight of the last, massive turd made the diaper slip from his skinny hips and slide partway down his legs. It was full to bursting with mounds of soft brown shit. Max felt great anxiety and relief at the same time, but now he had to pay attention to what was going on in front. His dick was purple, throbbing and hard as a rock. He looked down to find his right hand already grasping the shaft. He began to rub, slowly at first, then faster and faster as his climax neared. In a matter of seconds, he came harder than he ever had in his life. Waves of ecstasy overcame him as he pumped his hips involuntarily, spraying a huge load of cum all over the wall and mirror. The room spun again and he felt weak in the knees. Afterward, he took his time cleaning up the mess. There was a small trashcan under the sink that contained two liners. He stepped out of the dirty, stinking diaper and quickly threw the whole mess in. Then, he used almost all of the paper towels cleaning his skin. He used the last two to try to clean up the drying semen on the mirror and walls, but only ended up making a streaky mess. It would have to do. He had nothing else to clean with. Luckily, he had brought along an extra diaper in his overnight case. He quickly put it on and pulled up his pants. When he finally made it back to his seat, the little old lady was awake. She gave him a dismissive glance and turned her head towards the side window. He sat down, thanking fate that no one else was in their section. It was another 20 minutes before the next cramp came on. He had been dozing and came awake instantly, as did his penis. Already he could feel movement and pressure. He put his hand in his pants pocket, surreptitiously feeling his throbbing dick. He looked out the window, noticing that the trip was not yet half over. Yes, it was definitely going to be a long ride home, but parts of it would be quite pleasant.