Diaper one shots 2023 Volume

Winter Fart(December)

Cold winter air hits my face as I step out of the house. I take a look at the peacefull football field,which is soon to become a field of war. My friends and rivals from my school are all gathering on it. They have already started building snow forts in preparation for the annual christhmas eve snowball fight. This event is often a reason to great joy for me,but now it is only a reason for great anxiety.

As I walk towards my friends,I feel my diaper rustle under my heavy duty winter clothes. It is me wearing a diaper,that turns this event of great enjoyment into an event of great anxiety and stress. Two weeks ago I hit a rock while I was skiing with my family. The rock damaged the nerves responsible for my continence. I have tried and failed to forget the fact that doctors said this is permanent. Wearing this stupid diaper has taken away my festive joy. All I want to do is lie down in bed. However my friends need my help,and my rivals would use me not fighting as an excuse to tease me. I cannot be a coward.

As I arrive on the field we are divided into teams. In total there are two teams of 10 contenders. All participants are students between the ages of 12 and 14. They are all from our small village and take the buss with me to school every schoolday. I am 14 and the oldest of our team,therefore I am made the leader. 

My younger teammates are exited over getting to fight. They are buzzing with festive joy as the adults around us dance to the loud festive music that is being played. As we finish our forts I feel my diaper get warm. I sigh silently. Soon the referee orders us to take our positions and goes trough the rules of the battle.

1.Each player has five lifes. One hit takes away a single life.
2.Holding others down or leaving the battlefield is banned and results in losing a live.
3.Hits taken while being held down do not count.
4.Hitting or kicking others will result in an immediate removal from the game.
5.The goal of the game is to remove all the enemies from the battle. The team that achives this goal first is the winner.

May the best players win.

Then the referee whistlesh to mark the start of the battle. Snowballs start flying immediatly. I take cover nehind one of the walls that my teammates build. I start to quickly make snowballs. As I am making the balls,I discuss about a plan with my teammates. We come to the conclusion,that a flanking attack by the rookies on the right side of the field supported by a central attack by the veterans in the midle is the best course of actions.

I quickly gather a group of five rookies and three veterans. They are told to retreat if they get hit twice. I observe the enemy fortifications. We already crushed one of their attacks and for now they seem to be expanding their fortifications backwards. The intention of this is unclear to me. 
With that tought out of the way,I signal the rookies to attack. I order the veterans to provide cover fire untill they are ordered to attack.

20 seconds go by and a single rookies has been forced to retreat. I take this as a sign of enemy devotion to the flanking attack and order the veterans to attack. As the veterans leave base I let out a loud wet fart. It is muffeled by my diaper. I see a snowball coming towards me and take cover. I note that the enemy has responded with a mad 6 person attack in the center allowing my flankers to tople one of their defensive walls on the right side over. However the central attack has eliminated one of my veterans and forced the remaining veterans into defensive positions. I order my flankers to attack the enemy charge from the side to cover the retreat to defensive ground.

We succesully force the enemy to retreat. However the failure of our attack brings into my attention the fact,that my anxiety is affecting my performance. It is clear the enemy commander has no such distraction and is fully concentrated. As we keep shelling the retreating enemy with snow we create a new plan.
The enemy has been forced to devote more players to the rights side of the field due to their loss of defensive positions in that area. This combined with the enemy losing a player in their retreat has left their left flank vulnerable. The desicion is made to have all our rookie forces charge that side with the coal of taking out their leader,who is one of the left flank defenders. We the veterans would attack the right side to prevent the players on that side from reinforcing the left.

I gather all of our six rookies and place my best friend,the most experienced rookie,in charge of them. I join up with the veterans and make it clear that if we fail the whole battle could be over for us. We make final adjustments to the plan,before we charge.

"So it begings. ATTACK" I scream from the top of my lungs. We charge into battle and choose to forget the peacefull thing that is christmash. I furiusly swing snow balls at the right flank while dodging the few balls coming from the left before entering the enemy base. In addition to me there were two veterans. One of them fell in our charge.
As we concentrate on apying support pressure to help our rookies I feel a large muffeled fart enter my diaper. This is followed by a feelinng that I can describe "as a balloon being inflated with farm air". I feel the soft mush spread in my diaper as a continue fighting from my squated position.
WIth my business done I feel three snowballs hit me. I get up and charge at the enemy leader before he can throw more balss. It turns out that only three enemies remain. Our charge on the right flank took down 2 enemies. Our fighting inside the base and the rookie charge took down 2 enemies. We lost 3 and a veteran. This means our team has 4 players.
As we prepare to bring the battle to an end,I can only hope for a christhmas miracle in not being found out. THE END

Authors note:

 This is the last chapter of this book. A new short story collection will be released in January 2024. I am so thankfull for all the support you have as a community given to me and this book. I hope you will continue giving me this support so I feel motivated to write more of my stories for you all.

With all that said I wish you all a merry christhmas and a happy new year.

More short stories from me can be found from the Diaper one shots 2024 volume(when it comes out)