This is the story of my first real accident. Now, I've had many fake accidents, where I pretended I couldn't hold it in anymore and then went, as well as many times where I gave up because it was hurting too bad to hold it in, but never a real accident that was actually on accident before this day. It actually only happened only half a year ago. I had changed out of my nighttime diaper (I have minor bedwetting issues) and into a fresh, clean diaper a shortly after waking up, though I stayed in my onesie, because I liked the way it felt. I also put in my pacifier and started sucking happily. I was thinking of things I could do to pass the time, so I did quite a few things. At first, I watched cartoons, but I quickly grew bored, so I decided to play with toys and stuffies for a few hours. After a while I got up and made some warm banana milk (my favorite), and drank it all quickly, then started doodling with crayons. While I was doodling, my tummy started feeling funny, but I ignored it. After a while, I got bored of drawing, and decided to jump on the trampoline in just my diaper and onesie. I jumped for like 10 minutes before getting bored. I then got off and decided to go take a nap, but something unexpected happened; my diaper squished when I sat down. I was surprised, because I didn't recall wetting or messing at all that day, but when I patted the seat of my diaper, I felt that there was a large amount of poop in my diaper. I don't know when it happened. Maybe it just slipped out of me while I was jumping? Either way, I was in need of a change, but I didn't want to change. I ended up just falling asleep, but was woken up less than half an hour later by the horrid smell of my messy diaper, as well as the rather painful feeling of a fresh rash. The combination of the rash and the smell were enough to get me to change out of that diaper. I still wonder how I didn't feel myself pooping my pants that day. Maybe I really do need diapers.