This happened this morning. It had been fourteen hours since I’d eaten four bowls of chili for dinner. I was only wearing a Pampers diaper under blue toe-length leggings with my favorite green brassiere and black heels. I was doing laundry when I felt pressure on my anus, which I immediately realized was an urge to poop. I got in front of my mirror, put my hands on my thighs, relaxed my anus, and I began farting. I continued farting as I released a load of soft, warm, smelly poop into the back of my diaper. “Oh, that feels good,” I thought to myself as I was farting and pooping. After five minutes, I stopped farting and pooping. I looked in my mirror and I found a bulge six times the size of a baseball in the back of my diaper. I decided to remain in my smelly diaper while doing laundry.