![]() ![]() “Come on, come on, not during school hours, please, get off of me- Blrrrrrrrrt…” My farts grew louder, which I had grown to know meant that I had little time before I was forced to fill the seat of my diaper with stinky poop. The heavy bulge around my jeans did no service to hiding the presence of those thick things! But I wasn’t a diaper user! I wished that I could explain it to them! ![]() Not again, not again, not again….īetween the continuous smelly, loud farts that seemed to flood the school halls wherever I went now, and the way that padded diaper crinkled with each step, I was sure that everyone seeing me rush past them knew that a senior student was wearing pampers. ![]() File type: Text File (.txt) - Frrrrrrrrrt… I felt a wet, stinky fart erupt from my backside as I hurried my way through the halls, desperate to prevent something horrible, degrading, and disgusting from happening to me. ![]()
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