Margaret was about to burst. The cruel onslaught of a load of turds was knocking against the proverbial gates of her hind quarters. If this continued not only would she be late but she'd fill her panties with a load of poop.
It was then she had a startling realization. Why exactly was that a bad thing? What was the logic in walking into a separate room just to do her business. Surly it would be best to drop a load full in her panties now, then clean them when she got home later. Her panties could handle it couldn't they? She wondered why she'd never thought of this before. It makes so much sense.
Spreading her legs and grunting she grunted buckled and strained. Affording her many looks from her fellow patrons. Unable to get anything out she wiped the sweat from her brow and grit her teeth determined to give it another go. This time an employee of the coffee shop came up to her, attempting to address the first push "Margaret are you ok-"
This time was different. The first gentle push set forth a railway of poop that powered right through the train station of her ass. A warm smile spread across her face. Unbeknownst to her, her panties thickened into a pair of plastic undergarments with a cute my little pony pattern. These new panties were so thick they hiked her tight pencil skirt and forced a drop in her stockings that forced the diaper to reveal it's self.
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