Diapered At The Waterpark

Splash Pad Woes

Timothy was having a blast. He had spent the last three hours running around the water-park with his friends. He swam, he went down slides, he ate way too much junk food. In short he was participating in every possible action to stimulate the mind and produce happiness.

That said, something still bothered him. It gnawed at him with the subtle rustling and crinkling that sounded as he walked. Its colorful designs that stuck just above the waistline of his swim-shorts soured his mood every time he saw it. And with the way it forced his thighs just far apart to give him a noticeable waddle was a constant reminder of his presence. Yes, Timothy was wearing a diaper, a swim diaper at that.

It had been his mother's idea. Although, the word "idea" may be too soft of a term. Just before they left, Timothy had been told that he would be wearing a diaper to the water-park, and that was that. His mom had presented some reasons, like, for instance, the fact that he hadn't had a dry night in six months, or the minor detail that he scarcely went a week without soiling his britches at least once these days. Timothy heard all of these things explained to him, but processed none of it. To him, diapers were for babies, and he was no baby. He said as much to his mom but alas, none of his complaints found purchase against his mother's impeccable logic. And so, here he stood: in the water-park's splash pad, in a diaper.

For all that he protested to his parents, the diaper didn't actually weigh to heavily on Tim's thoughts most of the time. The excitement of the day was more than enough distraction to keep his thoughts away from the infantile garment resting beneath his swim trunks. That was until the reason he was told to wear it reared its head.

He was in the midst of a game of freeze tag, sprinting through the splash pad's knee deep water. As he desperately tried to avoid being "frozen" he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He knew from humiliating experiences in school that this pain was a final warning of sorts. A warning that told him he had thirty seconds at most before he needed a new pair of britches. He instantly doubled over and clenched all his muscles in an attempt to prolong the inevitable. The person who had been designated as "it" quickly closed the distance and tagged Tim. He triumphantly declared "you're frozen," and ran off either unaware or uncaring of Timothy's struggles.

Indeed, frozen he was. Timothy sat there, unmoving, knowing that even the slightest shift would spell the end for his control. He maintained this for an impressive amount of time, but one's body cannot be ignored forever. A smaller child came sprinting past. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem, but in a pool every movement made waves, literally. The wave was just enough for Timothy's knee to buckle and send him into a full squat. If it was difficult to maintain control standing, it was impossible squatting. Timothy could do nothing but sit there in futile pain as poop began to slide into his diaper. Timothy was having an accident in full view of everyone.

Once he started, it took less than a second for Timothy to give in. The pain of holding became too much to bear, and wasn't getting results besides. He relaxed fully and, with a squelch that was equal parts sickening and satisfying, filled the seat of his diaper with warm mess. All the pressure and all the pain vanished in an instantly, but he felt he still needed to go. Figuring he was beyond the point of no return he began to push. The mess was more solid this time and took work to get it all out. He went into something of a trance as he continued to push more mess into the seat of his pants for a length of time that was, realistically, a handful of seconds, but felt like hours.

As Timothy finished soiling himself and began to emerge from his stupor, he took stock of his situation. He was wearing a now very full swim diaper, in a public water-park, with his friends nearby. This was bad, but not irrecoverable. The water should have masked most of what was happening, and if he was lucky it should look to all the world like he just got a bad cramp.