Name: Jason

Ages: 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

It was August of 2002 and I was at Wal-Mart buying tires for my car. 
Well, I had had a diarrhea for the past 2 days and I was worried that I 
would have an accident in the store while I was waiting for my car to 
be ready. I wasn't about to walk around the store in messy underwear if 
I did happen to have a poopy accident. As a preventative measure, I 
wore a diaper into the store under my boxers and blue jean shorts. I 
got there, picked the tires that I wanted and said that I would be in 
the store and to page me when my car was ready. About a half hour later 
I was in housewares checking out one of those cool-looking electrical 
lightning globes, when suddenly it hit. Before I could even start 
walking to the bathroom, my diaper was filled with an excessive amount 
of smelly, runny poop. A feeling of fear coupled with excitement ran 
through me as I stood there in my messy diaper and tried to think of 
what I should do. After a few minutes I decided to go to the aisle 
where they sold the babies diapers and grabbed a travel size container 
of Huggies wipes. I went to the check out lane and put the wipes on the 
counter. The cashier was an older woman, in her sixties I would think, 
and I paid for the wipes. I calmly asked her where the bathroom were. 
She pointed to the back of the store and I headed back. I figured that 
she had to know that I was wearing a diaper because of what I bought 
and what I asked her. Now I was walking through the store with a 
shopping bag headed to the bathroom. Most stores will not let you carry 
merchandise back into the store, because of obvious security reasons. I 
was so fearful that at any minute, store's security was going to stop 
me and start asking questions. Luckily I got to the bathroom without 
any hassle. My next fear was having to change a messy diaper with 
someone else in the bathroom. There was a store employee in there 
washing his hands, but he left almost instantly. I got into the stall, 
pulled my shorts down, took off my messy diaper and started to clean 
myself off. I was worried that I was going to run out of wipes before 
all the mess was cleaned off my butt, but I had enough. I tossed the 
diaper in the trash, washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom. 
Not 5 minutes later, I was paged to automotive, my car was ready. That 
was my very first public diaper messing. At times like that, I'm 
surprised that everybody doesn't wear diapers from time to time, 
because when you gotta go, you gotta go. I'm just glad I that diaper 
was there when I needed it.