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🦨 Star~♪ ✨@gibsonscratch.bsky.social · 19h ago

(CW: Wetting, Messing, Accidents) Me and Day were never toilet trained!! Doesn't stop my mom from trying every now and then... but why should we hold it when it feels so good in our diapers instead? Besides... what's she gonna do, stop us?

Star and Day are getting hot dogs at the fair!! They're both about 12 and in their usual thick diapers, definitely old enough to potty train... As they raise the food up, their tails lift too, and they suddenly begin filling their diapers with huge messy loads!! It happens so quick they didn't even have to push, it catches them completely by surprise!! Their bladders empty out too, but to be fair their diapers were probably already wet... Anyway, Star's mom notices within the first seconds of the accident beginning and yells at them to run to the bathroom!! But... why should they? It's already too late. By the time they realized what was happening, their diapers were already full...Star and Day have not, in fact, run to the bathroom. This is the only outcome that makes sense to them. They're already wearing their bathroom, and diapers feel a million times better than using the potty~ (...not that either of them have ever used the potty, but still...) It's comical to imagine the pair waddling to the nearest bathroom, squeezing their legs inwards, tails still flagging, farting out mess with each step they take... but by the time they'd reach the toilet, they wouldn't need to go anymore, anyway So instead, they've decided to push. They didn't need to, but pushing out the huge loads makes it strain against the resistance of their shorts, and once the velcro over their tails pops off it gets a lot easier to finish emptying out. Their shorts slip down around their ankles and their huge heavy seats are exposed for everyone to see, but it feels so good to fill their diapers like this, neither one of them cares. Star's mom, recognizing the futility of begging them to try and hold it, sighs and declares us a lost cause, Boys will be Boys. Deep down she knew we should've been put in dragon pullups if we were seriously expected to hold it. She tells us to finish up and not to make a mess, but we're so lost in the sauce we barely hear her. Our hot dogs are clutched in our hands, still uneaten. Our bladders and bowels are emptying, and it feels so good we don't really want to stop pottying in our diapers...