I knew that what he was really asking was if I had pooped myself again.
“I-I’m okay, but I tore my…” I couldn’t bring myself to use the D-word, “thing,” I said instead, “When I tried to pull off the tapes.”
“Well, let me know when you’re done and I’ll help you with that.” He said.
A minute later I was done pooping and wiped my bottom before standing up and unlocking the stall door. John stepped into the bathroom stall and closed it behind him. It was crowded in there with both of us, but there was enough room for John to squat down to help me with the diaper.
“Well, it’s a good thing we used a diaper, huh?” he asked as he pressed on the front and felt how wet it was.
I just blushed.
