Humiliation and Relief

The humiliation was stiffling, why wouldn't my neighbours turn around to stare at me in my humiliated state, but I stood still waiting for the first of my neighbours to stop their chatting and stare at me.

My gut was rumbling something, a dangerous sign, I clenched a little but then stopped, why would I deny the relief of shitting in public. My diaper would catch it.

So I spread my legs, the faintest crinkle of my diaper sounded through the laundry room, my tiny caged nub of a cock throbbing as I feel the pressure building until there is nowhere else for it to go, a few farts escape my cheeks and the neighbours definitely heard that; I could hear the faintest murmurs of "did you hear that?" From one of them, but I was so blissed out my mind that I didn't even notice. The rumbling began louder until with a moan I felt the best relief ever, my diaper sagging brown as log after log pushed out into the diaper.

My caged cocklet throbbed as I pressed my hands into the wall grounding myself in the moment, the keys to my door sinking into my filth as my diaper expanded more and more forcing my legs wider and wider... then I heard it, the faint "what the f..." followed by loud, humiliation fulled laughter, and that sent me over the edge, with a whine I flopped to the floor and with a sickening squelch I felt my caged nub filling the front of my diaper with sticky load after load.