Jacob feels a sudden pressure in his bowels. His eyes widen; he knows exactly what this sensation is. However, that split second is all the warning he gets. His knees bend into a squat and he begins to push, evacuating his bowels into his diaper.
“Mommy, that little boy is pooping!” a child’s voice says. Jacob looks around for the source. It’s a girl, kindergarten age. Not only is she shouting, announcing Jacob messing his diaper to the pool, but she’s also pointing him out, so everyone knows exactly who is pooping.
“Sweetie, it’s not polite to point and shout,” the child’s mom says gently. “Little boys his age have accidents. That’s why they wear diapers.” Thankfully, having said her piece, the child’s mom drags her away. But the damage has already been done. People are watching Jacob as he poops. His face turns beet red from the combination of embarrassment and straining to poop.
A lifeguard comes over and stands by Jacob, waiting patiently for him to finish. Jacob lets out a sigh of relief as his bowels empty fully. He straightens, wincing slightly at how it feels to have on a soaked, messy diaper.
“You can’t go back in the pool until you get changed,” the lifeguard informs Jacob. Jacob nods. He wasn’t going to go back in the pool anyways. “Let’s find your mommy or daddy, and they can change you. Okay?”