There’s a rumble in your abdomen. Your eyes widen in horror. You’ve got to go, bad. In fact, you don’t ever remember needing to poop as urgently as you do right now. You get up from the couch, intending to rush to the bathroom, movement-limiting diaper be damned. But the moment you stand, your knees bend into an instinctive squat.
Your abdomen rumbles again. A thick log begins to enter the seat of your diaper. You try to move towards the bathroom, but you’re stuck squatting and filling your diaper with poop like a toddler.
While your bowel is emptying on its own, it’s taking a while, and you don’t want to be in this humiliating pose any longer than necessary. You bend into a deeper squat and begin to actively push. Clearly, you need more fiber in your diet, as you’re still slowly pooping, despite forcing yourself to.
Your face turns red and you begin to grunt with effort, squatting even lower, pushing even harder. The thick, massive log moves at a glacial pace. After what feels like years, you finally finish. You sigh in relief and straighten. Your diaper now sags visibly under you, and smells horrible. You waddle to the bathroom, doing your best to not spread the mess in your diaper.
After cleaning yourself up, you go to your bedroom. Part of you wonders if there will now be diapers alongside your boxers in your underwear drawer. If so, should you put on a diaper?
You open your underwear drawer and see…