"Ahhhhh...", you sigh, as you release another round of messy diarrhea poop into your big girl undies. You know that undies are not for pooping in, but you don't care. The only thing that feels better to poop in is those awesome cloth diapers that your grandma puts you in when you come for a sleepover. You then remember your mom's orders.
"Never, EVER, EVER poop in your undies or I will spank you so hard, that you'll never want to poop again!"
You don't really care about your mom's rules, because usually she doesn't follow through on the punishments that the says she will. As you are thinking about this, you remember your diapered friend Crystal. She gets to wear diapers all the time, and she doesn't even THINK about a punishment.
You then remember your screaming bowels, and you let the floodgates open. You feel the wet, mushy mass slide into the waiting undies and you are happier than your mom when she gives you a special treat for dinner. You then hear a door slam, and you rip off the soiled undies, throw them into the laundry hamper, and grab a new pair to put on.
"Emily!", your mom calls. "Did you poop?"
"No mommy!", you say, and you hear her putting away the groceries.
"OK, then!", she calls, "Because I'm going out for the night, and by the time I get home, I expect you to have gone in the toilet, and if not, I'll give you a nice hard spanking!"
You can hear the door slam behind your mom as she heads out. What do you do next?
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