This happened this morning. It had been fourteen hours since I’d eaten four bowls of chili in the hope that I would poop. I was only wearing a Pampers diaper under blue toe-length leggings with a pink brassiere. I was reading news on my smartphone when I felt pressure on my anus, which I immediately realized was a need to poop. I put on my heels, got in front of my mirror, put my hands on my thighs, and I relaxed my anus. I started farting as I began releasing a load of soft, warm, smelly poop into the back of my diaper. “Oh, that feels good,” I thought to myself as I pooped. 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 stay in my poopy diaper.
UPDATE: I pooped again about an hour after posting this, at which point I changed myself.