Taylor Otto

I stretch, feeling the heavy, squishy warmth of my pull-up diaper—yep, another morning with a mess. I sigh, shimmy out of bed, and glance down at my poop-filled diaper, grimacing with sarcastic resignation. After cleaning up and getting ready, I show up at school, tossing my bag in my locker—no one around me has any idea about my secret. Alright, I'm here. What do you wanna know?