Bryan strode his way to school, looking quite confident as always. He was a robust five-year old bull with a full figure, sporting very small spikes that almost counted as horns. He walked his striped shirt through the hallways, throwing his backpack down and sitting down before adjusting his cargo pants. The other kindergarteners greeted him as they began to talk and enjoy their day. Bryan was sure to keep glancing down at his waist, one wrong move and all the work he'd put into hiding his diaper would go to waste. He hoped he wasn't leaning forward too much or stretching too much, accidentally allowing the fluffy rim of the diaper overtaking his shorts.
Bryan pulled his shirt down with his hooves. "Hey guys, what do you wanna do today?" He asked as the others chimed in. "We're playin' games!" One of the other children said, everyone beginning to cheer. They had a mostly free day, the teacher talking and addressing a few things, doing a few play lessons, but most of the day, the children just played games. Bryan was doing well, he got through the morning and lunch, as well as recess without a problem. Soon it would be the end of the school day, and the children were getting awfully wound up staying inside most of the day. Bryan wanted to try to join them, but felt ever so reluctant, unable to be sure why.
The children exited the school, everyone going home rather early today. The teachers had locked the doors once everyone had gone home. Bryan walked down the orange street bathed in sunlight, talking with the other children, suddenly realize as he walked along that his diaper area was beginning to feel a bit tense. That was it! It was poo poo, and he had to go pretty bad. Bryan was always good with holding back number one, he often flooded his diapers in the privacy of his own home. But once he had to go number two, it was only a matter of time until Bryan would be walking around in a full diaper. He talked to the other kids, trying to take his mind off it. "Heheh...Um, wanna just go home? I am a little tired." He said, but the other children refused and wanted to play some more. There was the issue of his number two need, but now would be a bad time to excuse himself.
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