As you were playing with the other two boys, you felt a brief, strange feeling in your stomach. However, it went away just as quickly as it came, and you dismissed it as nothing.
After you played for a little bit longer, Ryan suddenly wrinkled his nose and then looked directly at his brother.
"Ew, Mommy!" Ryan called out. "Colton has a poopy diaper!"
"Do not do not!" Colton cried out.
"Are you sure?" their Mom asked, as she got up from a nearby bench to come other. "He just pooped this morning."
"I'm sure, Mommy!" Ryan replied. "I can smell it!"
"I do, too," she said. "Come on, Colton, let's get you changed."
"No, Mommy!" Colton protested. "I didn't poop!"
The mother pulled Colton's shorts down to his ankles, revealing a soaked diaper. She tugged on the back of the waistband to look inside.
"Well, you're quite wet," she said. "But you're right, you didn't poop." She then turned her attention to Ryan. "Ryan, sweetheart, did you have an accident in your pants?"
"No, Mommy!" Ryan cried, as he glanced over at you, embarrassed to be asked such a question. "I'm a big boy!"
"I know, sweetie," she said. "Just let me check."
She pulled back the waistband of Ryan's shorts and underwear. "All clean!" she announced. She then turned her attention towards you. Seeing you were about Ryan's age, she seemed to struggle with how to ask her question.
"Young man," she said, looking directly at you. "Did you...forget to go the potty?"
"No!" You exclaimed. "I'm a big boy!"
"I know," she said. "But it smells like you might have had an accident. Is that your Mommy over there?" She asked, looking at your mother on the nearby bench. "Let's go have a chat."
You had no choice to walk with her over to your mother.
"Excuse me ma'am? Is this your son? I think he might have had a potty accident," she said.
"Oh no," your Mom said. "Thank you for letting me know."
She turned to walk away, and your Mom turned to you.
"Ben, did you do potty in your pants?" she asked.
"No!" you insisted, even though you could tell you did. You didn't remember doing it, but as you walked you could feel your mess shift in the back of your pants.
"You sure did," your mother said, with a look of disgust on her face. "I don't even need to check, I can smell it. Come on."
Your mom half-led, half-dragged you by the hand back towards the car. You wanted to avoid walking as you could feel your leg chaffing with the load in the back of your pants. Your Mom opened the trunk of the car and changed you into...
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