You move closer to the nursery's mirror in your poopy diaper, with every step the six pound load of poop bounced up and splatted against your butt like wet clothes. It felt good, you had to admit, even if the smell was making you gag. As you walk, one last poop begins to make its way out of your rear, forcing you to walk in a bow legged position as you walk with the monster log jamming its way between your cheeks. With a huge feel of relief, the last of your load drops out, sagging your diaper well beyond the rim of your skirt.
Finally, you get to the mirror, by now your tolerance to the smell of your diaper was growing so much you didn't even mind it anymore. Turning your body to get a better view of your massively loaded diaper, you reach down with a hand and touch it, or rather, grab at the sagging seat of your diaper that was nearly as big and lumpy as a sack of potatoes. You push it up against your butt, a small bit of brown stuff peaks out around the stretched out seams along your legs.
The embarrassment you felt earlier was gone, and you began to feel a sense of pride in what you'd done. "I loaded this thing like a champ." you think to yourself and crack a smile. Without hesitation, you let your knees give out from under you and land butt-first right onto your loaded diaper with a load SPLAT!
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