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"Heavy Duty" Part 2aBy Tkdn10---MONDAY EVENINGWhat a fucked up day of a fucked up week, and it was not over yet. With clean pants and a fresh diaper, T-K was on his way to college. His bowels had calmed down a bit, at least for now, and he was rather happy of it. In fact, the pain in his stomach have been replaced by starvation. The feeling of wearing a disposable diaper was actually nice, but he would have preferred to have cloth ones, since he once tried some and really enjoyed the experience. The only thing that annoyed him was the crinkling sounds coming from the disposable diaper. It wasn't much, but still he was afraid that people might discover he was diapered at his age, for he always been ashamed of his weaknesses. Sure, he enjoyed having the runs, but only at home when he was in control of it. "Genuinely" having it in public was something totally different, waking the origins of his fetish in a nightmarish way. He would be destroyed if people known he needed to be padded because of his diarrhea, even if they would be comprehensible and be nice about it.

 The turtle got off the bus and entered the college, walking in a way the diaper would make lesser sounds. He waved hands and said hi to his friends without getting closer to them. He then walked straight to the cafeteria, in need of a massive meal. Eating would evidently result in more messy waves but he couldn't keep going with an empty stomach. T-K took the largest meal on the menu, sat on an empty table and ate everything in no time. It felt so good, first actual meal in his day, and he was full of energy again, ready to finish the day.He stopped at a fountain to drink a lot of water to keep himself from dehydrating and then and entered his classroom, just in time for music theory. Instead of getting to his usual seat, he took the closest one to the door, where nobody really ever sat, so he could easily disappear if he had an accident, and gently sat on the chair to avoid crinkle sounds. Their male teacher had a lot to go through so everybody got their laptops ready and the class began. The teacher started explaining the theory and about 15 minutes later T-K felt his bowels was preparing for another explosive wave. He rubbed his gurgling stomach as embarrassment started to appear on his face. After a couple of minutes he felt liquid poop poking his weakened anus to get out. He closed his laptop lid and got up when the teacher said "I have still lot of explanation to do there, you should stay until it's done so you don't miss anything important for the exam."

 Nervously, the turtle sat back to his desk making a light wince. He really did not want to struggle to hold his poop like he already did for a long time earlier. Once again he had very painful cramps and couldn't hide it from the rest of the class by holding his stomach tight and wiggling in his seat. Maybe he should have took the rest of the day off after

all that, he was tired and there had much more difficulty holding his diarrhea. The explanation of the teacher seemed endless, T-K couldn't even follow it and write relevant notes down, wishing he was in the restrooms, removing his diaper and relieving his bowels in a toilet. The only reason he was still sitting in the class was in respect for the teacher.T-K didn't had a clue when the teacher's explanation would end. Guided by desperation, he slowly changed position in his seat to lift his butt a bit, gently give a push and let a little stream of diarrhea flow out of his tailhole, soiling the seat of his diaper. As tiny as the squirt was, it made a big difference. He sniffed the air a lot to be sure his shart didn't leave any smell in the air. He had someone sitting behind him and could not risk him to notice what was happening. The air seemed fine to he gave another gentle push and relieved a bit more, letting it slowly flow out, to be sure it won't make any squirting sound. It felt good to release pressure on his stomach, but the urge to let everything out was growing stronger. After another push, T-K noticed a smell and stopped immediately, alarmed and embarrassed. He then forced himself to calm down, preventing anyone from seeing his face and see something was wrong.

 The turtle went back to holding his stomach and doing his best to keep his diarrhea inside. After a couple of minutes, the teacher was done and told him he could now leave the classroom for a moment. T-K quickly got up, accidentally pooping in his diaper a little more, and left the class. He made a few steps in the corridor and realized he couldn't make it to the bathroom. He stopped in the corridor, away enough from his classroom so the couldn't see him, surrounded by empty classrooms. He looked around to be sure no one was coming then leaned forward, moaned and loudly exploded in his already soiled diaper, filling it with liquid and runny poop.He exhaled, feeling relieved then his little ecstasy flew away, replaced by embarrassment. He rapidly walked to the nearest bathroom followed by the smell of his dirty diaper, which the people he passed by seemed to notice. He opened the door, went into a stall, put his pants down and sat on the toilet with his diaper on, not knowing what to do next. He waited for waves to come then relieved himself in his diaper. He stood there for a long time until the smell became unbearable. Figuring out that was the best option, he rose and put the toilet seat up. He then carefully detached his diaper and emptied its contents in the toilet, his butt profusely dripping into the bowl. The smell coming from the diaper was strong, but appealing to his nose and he enjoyed it. He flushed the toilet, and, still unsure about his next move, lowered his butt into the fresh water and cleaned it using toilet paper. He was still pooping a bit, and stayed on the toilet for a long time after lowering the seat. The mudslide bottle

was so effective, and since he didn't know the effects of it very well, he was afraid he might need a doctor or something to get well. And then after losing the challenge he'd have to take it everyday and undergo its effects for a whole week, which stressed him much more, having no idea how he could survive a week like this.

 The turtle was done pooping for now, put his pants up, waited for a moment nobody was in the bathroom and quickly got to the trash can to get rid of his messy diaper. He washed his hands over and over again, unable to make the smell disappear completely, then wondered what he would do next. He could get to the nurse's office to get some medication and maybe even a fresh diaper if he had chance. He was very shy but had to at least take some medication to gain time, otherwise he surely wouldn't make it home. T-K placed his jeans and adjusted his belt so it would still be somewhat comfortable without underwear on, and headed for the nurse's, getting out of his comfort zone.On his way, he looked at a clock on the wall. He spent almost 45 minutes in the stall, and his first course was almost over. The turtle slowly entered the nurse's office and sat down, embarrassed, not even making eye contact with her."So, how can I help this handsome turtle?"T-K shyly put his hands on his belly and gently rubbed it, looking down."Abdominal pain?Cramps?Gas?Diarrhea?"He slowly nodded."Don't act like this, it happens to the best of us! I'll get you some pills."Despite the nurse's attempts to cheer him up, T-K was very uncomfortable, completely out of him comfort zone, but he had to do it. She came back with the pills that T-K took, emotionless."It there anything else I can do for you? I... may have something more I could give you... some extra protection maybe?"

 T-K clearly understood what she was talking about and stood up, humiliated, made a slight eye contact as the best he could do to thank her, then left.There was no way he was gonna attend the other courses of the evening. He got back to his class to pick up his schoolbag and he understood by the look of his classmates they wondered if he was okay. "I'm leaving early, see you tomorrow guys."Now T-K had to take the bus in order to get to his place, but this time he had to make it home clean. The laxative challenge he had to endure was back on. His shyness had once again made things complicated. He assumed it and knew it would not be easy, no padding, not even underwear on, but after that it would be over, at least for today. The turtle got to the bus stop and sat down on a bench, which unintentionally rubbed his irritated butt, and waited for the next bus which was in 15 minutes. People gathered at the bus stop as gas builded up in his stomach. When the bus showed up, he got last in line and carefully let go gas silently, until he felt hot liquid reaching his anus.

 He got in the bus and gently sat at the first available seat. He felt the cramping again as more liquid was pushing against his anus. The ride home was about 25 minutes and he wondered if he could make it home. Maybe he'd have to stop halfway to run to the nearest restrooms and empty his bowels again, which was the only option he had. All the water he drank at school not to be dehydrated was still effective, in fact, he was almost only pooping water, his stomach free from everything he ate before. A big cramp hit him again, he moaned and stood up to get in line for the next stop. It became harder and harder to hold the content of his bowels during the day and he was now to the point he would uncontrollably defecate after ten minutes. The bus slowed down for its next stop and suddenly immobilized, the turtle almost sharting, his anus getting moist again, wondering if he left a skidmark in his pants.The doors opened and he quickly got down and walked in pain to the nearest gas station, the audible rumble in his bowels worsening. He opened the door and ran to the checkout, asking where were the restrooms, with visible panic on his face. "You have to buy something in order to use the restrooms here."

 The turtle desperately grabbed his wallet and some random chocolate bar from the shelf, threw money on the board then the employee took out the key, telling him it was on the left. T-K grabbed the key out of his hand and ran outside, unlocked the restrooms door and got inside, grunting in despair. He turned on the lights and firmly shut the door, threw the key on the floor, and got to the toilet. He used to put toilet paper on the seat not for his skin to touch it directly, but he didn't have time. Still grunting and squirming he put the seat up, lowered his pants and crouched as diarrhea strongly flowed out of his anus again, splashing everywhere. The turtle moaned in relief and stayed in the same position for a few minutes until he was done. He cleaned his butt once again, slapdashly removed the splatters on the toilet, flushed the brownish water and washed his hands. He returned the key, bought a large water bottle, thanked the guy and apologized for his behaviour.Halfway home, The turtle had to wait for the bus ...again, Seems like this day was never going to end. For about 20 minutes T-K looked at the sunset until the bus showed up. This time he really wanted to get home, no more stopping on the way, so he stepped on the bus again and did his best to free his mind. He closed his eyes and focused to avoid feeling the cramping in his bowels. At the time to leave the bus for good, he was full again, about to explode in his pants. He got off the bus and stood there, knowing he could not make it home in time. The answer was right before his eyes as a dense bunch of cattails was a couple of meters away, next to the railroad and level crossing. He managed to get in there, lowered his pants and crouched to empty

another painful wave of diarrhea. After he was relieved, he realized he of course had no toilet paper, so improvisation had to be done. He took one of the cattails and removed the fluffy end of it to rub his butt, which was very painful as his only option. The turtle got out of the cattails and quickly walked to his home, a ten minute walk. His anus was aching like hell, and each step was hurting.

 He finally saw his home at the end of the street, put the key in the door and opened it. He felt relieved, completely exhausted and almost fell on the floor. he got to the bathroom and took a high dose of anti-diarrhea medication, hoping it would do something. What the nurse gave him didn't really seem to have made an effect at all. How could Ome's mudslide be so effective? Is it because T-K had a small shape? Would his bowels be irreversibly harmed with all this? Such a shame he had to endure it for a week because of that stupid challenge. He had no choice but to ask him to lower the dosage, that was way to much for him. He used the toilet and squirted a bit more, then realized with a bitter surprise there was a big skidmark in his pants. When did it happen? No idea, but without knowing it, he walked past hundreds of people with a visible shit stain on his back. He felt humiliated, but it was over now. The turtle opened his medicine cabinet again, took ointment and applied it on his irritated anus, making his tail wriggle in pain.

 Before he was totally gonna crash he had to eat something again, he still had to take a shower after this terrible day and needed energy for it. After starting his computer, T-K wished he had revealed his diaper fetish to his mom, so he could have some home. He did not even have disposable ones, only a cloth one he wasn't even using anymore because he did not have plastic pants to go along with it, leaving stains on his pants. Even hiding it from his mom was very difficult, as she was always looking everywhere, except in a very few strategic places he risked to hide it, like under the padding inside the bass drums of his drum set. He was so happy she wasn't there during his punishment, and now he was wondering, should he get padded for the night or keep his cloth diaper for the next morning on his way to Ome's home?T-K got out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of the computer session loaded. He looked on the internet for a meal that could actually help him feel better and did an effort to make something to eat over his need to sleep and painful tummy. After managing to actually cook and eat between his numerous bathroom breaks, he gained enough energy to shower up. A nice how shower felt wonderful to the turtle, and took his time to get the cleanest he could get, gently rubbing his crotch area. He then slowly fell asleep again, wiped his body, brushed his teeth and put ointment on his anus again. Ready for bed, he looked for extra blankets he put on his bed in case he had an accident

during the night, which was very likely to occur, then got in his bed and fell asleep instantly, a thing that almost never happened.

 What an incredible day.It was over, at least for now.That was only the beginning of the most fucked up week of his life.