Diaper one shots 2023 Volume

Foul Fishing(August)

It is the last day of the summer and I sit in my dads car. Yesterday he had chosen to spent some time together by going fishing. For me as 15 year old,it is a boring way to spent the last day of summer. I am the sort of a guy that seeks exitement every day.  When I woke up today I thought of a way to make the day more exiting. As I was thinking I looked at the closet holding my secret diaper stash used to fuel my little kink. That is when an idea hit me. By wearing a diaper for the whole day,I could make things more interesting.

So here I sit in my dads car wearing a a pull-up diaper,without him knowing. As we enter the docs,dad tells me to use the toilet. I start heading for the toilet,but then I notice a big old sailing boat. I stop to marvel it. I do not notice the time passing,and soon my dad calls for me to return. As I walk to the boat I feel like I forgot something. 

After five minutes of sailing I realize I forgot to use the toilet. I choose not to think about it,as I know I can hold for a long time if necessary. A pick up the fishing rod and beging fishing. I start chatting with my dad. He ask me if I have found girlfriend yet. I inform him that I havent. He starts talking about how he met my mom when he was my age. How one day he fell in love with my mom and got married three years later at 18 years of age. I tell him how times have changed,but he just answers "Nonsense Chrish. You just have to believe in yourself"

We depate about this and few other things  for a few hours as we reach the center of this large lake. No fish has been caught. However as time has passed,the last bits of water I drank in the morning have passed trough my system. I feel the need to pee. It is a strong one. I think about my options. I could tell my dad that I forgot to use the toilet,but he would be angry for me not telling him before it was too late turn around. I could also use the pull-up and risk being exposed. Neither are good options. After thinking for a few minutes I come to the conclusion,that using the diaper is a better idea.

I am used to wetting my diaper,so I just let go. I feel the hot warm pee spread trough my pull-up as it swels up. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Then I realize that my did not use the toilet either. I wonder how he is so confident in not needing it. I think nothing of it. We continue fishing for a hour. We dont catch any fish. We start talking about how the fish are not eating and consider going back home early.

 As we talk an uncomfrotable feeling hits me. It is the feeling of needing to poop. Based on the feeling I realize it could be diarrehea. I wants to come out soon. I panick. We are two hours away from the shore and the need to poop is urgent. I decide not to think about it,but 15 minutes into our return journey the first cramp hits me. I can barely hold it in. Just some three minutes later a second camp hits me and a let out a silent wet fart. It smells,however my dad is too focused on fishing to notice. I realize that I am losing the battle,and that the risk I took is about to backfire.

Two more cramps hit me in a quick progression. I feel as I a start loosing controll. I choose to give up and surrender to whatever fate is waiting for me. I push a litle bit,and then I feel it. A semi solid turd enters my diaper. It spreads fast and reaches every corner of it. I am disgusted at the sticky feeling,as I have never messed my diaper before. But as a second turd enters my diaper and it begings to bulge I start liking the feeling. As I let out a third log,the most liquid one so far I am brought back to earth by the smell eminating from me. A gack and look in horror as my dad stares at me. "Chrish. Did you umm,have a code brown and if so why are you not leaking?". I go silent and stutter " I am umm we wearing a...",but before I can finish my sentence dad say"a diaper,you are wearing a diaper. An impressive idea,shame I got it first". I look at my dad shocked as he shows me the waistband of a diaper. He tells me that he always wears a diaper when fishing as a precaution. You never know if you forget to use the toilet or get stranded somewhere. He tells me that he tought about suggesting using  them to me,but decided to not even try suggesting such an odd idea. He congratuletas me for taking a diaper of our familys suply of diapers reserved for bad diarrahea. Little does he know,I did not take my diaper from the supply. I think about how lucky I am to have succesfully evaded detection.

Later on the trip he also messes his diaper,as the boat was still too far away from the coast. END