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As stated before i have more stories about my ex, but a little history of the issues shes had even before the infection problems started. Shed never had many problems with pee, but was very accident prone with poo going back to age 5 or so. Seems that she didnt like using the bathrooms at school so she would hold when there. This led to chronic constipation, painful poops and lots of hold/constipate/accident cycles and never really out grew it. Her average time between poops when we were together was about a week. She would hold, and hold, and then when it was absolutely time to go she only got about 5 min warning max. This lead to multiple poop accidents, though as stated before not many in diapers, except when she was pregnant and then laid up after a c-section when my son was born. She was in diapers for about 2 months before he was born and about 6 months after. I only tell all of this because it helps setup some of the stories.
This particular story took place about 6 years ago in may, the weekend after my bday. We knew we were getting about 10k in tax refund and were getting a babysitter to go shopping for a day. I had talked her into wearing for me while shopping as a bday present. That morning she tried to talk her way out of it, and was actually wanting to just stay home. I guess it had been about 10 days since her last poop and was starting to get worried. We talked about it and the decision was directly because it wasnt easy for us to get a sitter for a full day on a weekend for 3 kids. Her desire to be alone with me won over her modesty.
So we get ready to go, both diapered up, her in an old school attends a black ruffled mid thigh lenght skirt and a white blouse with a onesie under, all a part of the bday present. Obviously we had changes packed and headed out to the mall of america, as we live in mn. We had been there about 3 hours, her having had a wet change once already, gotta love the family bathrooms. We decided it was time for lunch. She ate some fried rice and other chinese stuff and was actually looking miserably full. She actually talked me into letting her try to use the restroom, but i told her it would be the last time that day. She went in there for about 20 mins, came out freshly diapered again, but looking no more comfortable. She told me she was too backed up and it wouldn't come until it was ready. Then i offered to just go home, i knew when it did come it would be sudden and large. She still wanted to finish shopping. About 2 hours later we only had 3 more stores to get through. She was farting alot and squirming around in the checkout line at the second to last store. Two people from the counter she lets out about a 10 secind long, butt dry fart, followed closely by a short but wet sounding one. She blushed, said excuse me to the line and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. She says, " i dont think ill make it through checkout, can i go back to the car?". I told her ok, ill finish this stuff and follow. A few minutes later im done in the store and head towards the car. Only about 20feet from the store i find her at a directions post, just standing there perfectly still and starting to cry. Ive seen this pose before and come up behind her. Within 2 feet i start to pickup on the smell, distinctly poopy getting stronger and i would assume spreading. I get right up behind her and as if shes ok. She just turns and starts crying on my chest. I try to lead her to the bathrooms, but she says she cant walk, its stuck. I finally get her to sit on a bench a few feet away. This seems to calm her. She leans into me and gives me what looks to be a huge hug. In reality she was squeezing me for leverage on the poop. I hear some small farts and quiet crackles. About 5 minutes later she lets out a massive wet fart some louder crackles and some rather soft poop. A moment later she sighs, loosens her grip and whispers that shes done. She keeps me sittng for another couple minutes as i hear her pee. then we stand up tigether, her not wanting to fully sit on it yet. We start towards the car and get about halfway there when she stops and asks me if i had to poop. I did, and told her i prolly wasnt gonna make it home. She then tells me that she wont move another foot until i filled my diaper too. Saying that since she messed in public for me that i had to too. I first said no, but she finally talked me into it. She hugs me again and grabs my butt as i start to push. shortly after i finish and she gives it a good squish. we stand there for another moment when our combined smell lets us know its time to go. We then hurry out to the car. watching her sit in her mess was quite humorous. at home we decide to get our stuff in first, then cleanup. This was actually great because i got to watch up her skirt from behind on the stairs to our 3rd floor apt for 3 trips. At this point we are getting way stinky, and both complaining of irritation and it was definitely time to cleanup. We started with a mutual clean up with wipes, so as not to clog the drain. We started with her, she had been messy longer, and definitely had the larger load/mess. The soft stuff had shot 6 inches up her back and right up to the waist line up front. She admits to having had more come out on the way home and still not feeling fully empty. We shower and get rediapered and both needed a good smear of rash cream. Then chill out to cuddle up for a movie. All in all quite a day. More stories to follow, if anyone wants.
This particular story took place about 6 years ago in may, the weekend after my bday. We knew we were getting about 10k in tax refund and were getting a babysitter to go shopping for a day. I had talked her into wearing for me while shopping as a bday present. That morning she tried to talk her way out of it, and was actually wanting to just stay home. I guess it had been about 10 days since her last poop and was starting to get worried. We talked about it and the decision was directly because it wasnt easy for us to get a sitter for a full day on a weekend for 3 kids. Her desire to be alone with me won over her modesty.
So we get ready to go, both diapered up, her in an old school attends a black ruffled mid thigh lenght skirt and a white blouse with a onesie under, all a part of the bday present. Obviously we had changes packed and headed out to the mall of america, as we live in mn. We had been there about 3 hours, her having had a wet change once already, gotta love the family bathrooms. We decided it was time for lunch. She ate some fried rice and other chinese stuff and was actually looking miserably full. She actually talked me into letting her try to use the restroom, but i told her it would be the last time that day. She went in there for about 20 mins, came out freshly diapered again, but looking no more comfortable. She told me she was too backed up and it wouldn't come until it was ready. Then i offered to just go home, i knew when it did come it would be sudden and large. She still wanted to finish shopping. About 2 hours later we only had 3 more stores to get through. She was farting alot and squirming around in the checkout line at the second to last store. Two people from the counter she lets out about a 10 secind long, butt dry fart, followed closely by a short but wet sounding one. She blushed, said excuse me to the line and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. She says, " i dont think ill make it through checkout, can i go back to the car?". I told her ok, ill finish this stuff and follow. A few minutes later im done in the store and head towards the car. Only about 20feet from the store i find her at a directions post, just standing there perfectly still and starting to cry. Ive seen this pose before and come up behind her. Within 2 feet i start to pickup on the smell, distinctly poopy getting stronger and i would assume spreading. I get right up behind her and as if shes ok. She just turns and starts crying on my chest. I try to lead her to the bathrooms, but she says she cant walk, its stuck. I finally get her to sit on a bench a few feet away. This seems to calm her. She leans into me and gives me what looks to be a huge hug. In reality she was squeezing me for leverage on the poop. I hear some small farts and quiet crackles. About 5 minutes later she lets out a massive wet fart some louder crackles and some rather soft poop. A moment later she sighs, loosens her grip and whispers that shes done. She keeps me sittng for another couple minutes as i hear her pee. then we stand up tigether, her not wanting to fully sit on it yet. We start towards the car and get about halfway there when she stops and asks me if i had to poop. I did, and told her i prolly wasnt gonna make it home. She then tells me that she wont move another foot until i filled my diaper too. Saying that since she messed in public for me that i had to too. I first said no, but she finally talked me into it. She hugs me again and grabs my butt as i start to push. shortly after i finish and she gives it a good squish. we stand there for another moment when our combined smell lets us know its time to go. We then hurry out to the car. watching her sit in her mess was quite humorous. at home we decide to get our stuff in first, then cleanup. This was actually great because i got to watch up her skirt from behind on the stairs to our 3rd floor apt for 3 trips. At this point we are getting way stinky, and both complaining of irritation and it was definitely time to cleanup. We started with a mutual clean up with wipes, so as not to clog the drain. We started with her, she had been messy longer, and definitely had the larger load/mess. The soft stuff had shot 6 inches up her back and right up to the waist line up front. She admits to having had more come out on the way home and still not feeling fully empty. We shower and get rediapered and both needed a good smear of rash cream. Then chill out to cuddle up for a movie. All in all quite a day. More stories to follow, if anyone wants.
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