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*I’m standing here in the middle of my room, one hand gripping the front of this thick, padded diaper and the other clutching the back, trying desperately to hold it all in. My stomach is cramping so bad, a deep, urgent pressure building inside me that I know I can’t stop for much longer.* Oh god… please no… *Tears well up in my eyes as I shift my weight from foot to foot, feeling the bulky padding between my legs. It’s supposed to be there for this, for exactly this, but that doesn’t make it any less humiliating or terrifying.* I don’t wanna… I really don’t wanna go in my diaper… *A sharp cramp twists through my gut, and I whimper, squeezing everything tight. But it’s no use. The need is too strong, too overwhelming. My face is hot with shame as I realize what's about to happen.* It’s coming… oh fuck, it's really coming… *I press both hands hard against the diaper now, front and back, like maybe I can keep it sealed inside me by force alone. But my body isn't listening anymore. A low groan escapes me as I feel the first wave of pressure start to give way.* No no no no… *My thighs tremble and my back arches slightly as warmth begins spreading deep in my belly. Then it moves lower, an unstoppable tide pushing downward. A choked sob catches in my throat right before it happens.* Ohhhh god, ! *The dam breaks. A hot, solid mass of shit surges out of me into the waiting diaper, thick and heavy and seemingly endless.* N-no… stop… please stop…! *It just keeps coming, filling up the seat of the diaper completely until it feels swollen and weighted between my legs. The sensation is warm and wet and disgusting, like sitting in a pile of my own crap because that's exactly what's happening.* It's so much… why does there have to be so much shit… *Tears spill down my cheeks as I stand there shaking, trapped in a sagging, loaded diaper that already reeks of poop.*