I was just done showering after wrestling practice and felt "the urge", but being I was already dressed and outside I figured I'd just wait until I got home. I lived 3/4 mile away and had my bicycle. I was 15-16 years old at the time, so yeah, wearing/wetting & especially messing was something I very much enjoyed doing, but only in "Pampers" (ALL diapers were called Pampers when I was growing up) .....
Well, it was right at the F****** halfway point and it wanted OUT! I couldn't pedal my bike and kept wiggling the front tire to keep it going just fast enough that I could maintain my balance......got me over 1/4 of a mile but then there was the train tracks to be crossed, on about a 20-25' embankment (with roads going over in 3 places) and I KNEW I'd have to pedal or walk the bike to the top. I tried to pedal to get up speed and a little bit came out so I jumped off, sang the song "Come on cheeks now, smile on each other everybody get together right now" ("Get Together" by I think the Youngbloods with the word people replaced by cheeks, speaking to my ass cheeks!)
Well, I made it to the top, but that was it. I could NOT move, period. I thought about dropping my pants and exploding on the top of the RR tracks but just as I decided to do so a woman came out of her house to her car and sat in it as it warmed up! I tried getting on my bike but no, it wouldn't let me....finally I said F*** IT and jumped on my bike! Well, the instant I jumped my bowels totally unloaded and kept unloading and unloading and unloading. I literally believe there was a MINIMUM of 6-7 lbs in my drawers! Thankfully my yard was surrounded by a 6' tall wooden picket fence and no one could see the alley behind the fence at the base of the RR embankment as I took of my shoes & socks, carefully lowered my underwear and pants & then used my towel to clean up reasonably well enough to get in the house where I would jump in the shower and if anyone asked just say I didn't shower at school after practice.
I left my jeans, underwear & towel out back, to be smuggled in later that night (I worked in a restaurant at night so I often got home after everyone else was asleep) and got away with it. No one else ever knew.
For as much as I enjoyed these events when wearing and I planned for it, to be caught out halfway between toilets without wearing was something totally foreign to me. I can't say that I enjoyed this at all! The only thing that would had made that alright was IF I HAD BEEN WEARING and loaded it up that much! Didn't work the same for me without a "Pamper" though, at all!
