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  1. In a poopy diaper now...I had not planned it that way at all. I was in the mood to connect and renew the diaper fun this weekend while I have the house by myself. I had started diapering Friday morning except for sleep time (I can find it difficult to sleep and some of the thick stiffer overnight diapers can give back pain). I started the day normally with big poop in the toilet. I decided to go for a diaper (Diaper Connoisseur Idyl) but insert a small butt plug and leave it in for a while which I had never done before. Lubed it well and in it went. Made me feel like I had to go and a while later a bit of gas escaped and I didn't think about it. I just about forgot it was back there unless moving around or shifting in my seat. A couple of pees and I am moving about and the same pressure I felt with the gas came on, I pushed a bit to help fart and it was that and a lot more. Out squeezed a bunch of soft poop forcing by the fairly small plug and I am now wet and poopy. It was a total surprise about 90 minutes into the plug wearing and I thought I was pretty well empty from earlier, not even close! Will be a challenge to clean up but a fun bonus nonetheless. I can't clean up for a but so put some plastic pants on in case any poop escapes the diaper and will get to the cleaning in a bit. It was actually pretty intense and I am now sitting and writing so you know it is everywhere!
  2. I have this very vague recollection of having a pee accident and having to go to the Nurse's office to get cleaned up. She had a selection of undies and even pants for the little kids. I think either Kindergarten or 1st grade. That is about it for me. When I was in 3rd or 4th grade, I lived in an apartment complex that had tunnels between all the buildings and there was a laundry room down there as well which had a bathroom, the only one in the complex of probably 10 buildings. FWIW there were lockers down there for people to store things and even the emergency water and rations since it was the official fallout shelter if there was a nuclear attack (1969 USA and the Cold War was very real). As kids we used to play down there whenever the weather was bad which being in the far north, it was bad a lot. We were playing and this one kid announced he really had to go and we were about as far away by tunnel from the laundry room as one could be. We were a group of probably 5 kids. We started running for the laundry room bathroom with our friend. He is moaning I gotta go, I gotta go and he stops running about one tunnel from the bathroom and you can tell what is happening. He pooped himself right there. We all walked the last tunnel distance to the bathroom and I remember a couple of the boys poked him in the butt which was obviously full of poop and of course he was walking funny too. We got to the bathroom and he grabbed me and pulled me in to the bathroom with him to guard the door as it had no lock and him asking what do I do. I told him he needed to clean up and said a lame joke I think you already did the doodoo. We were lucky that day as the bathroom had toilet paper which was not always the case. I will never forget him pulling his pants down and his undies were full of poop and standing watch while he cleaned up. We got out and all continued to play. We would tease him about his accident when he was being obnoxious but it was never a big deal. Those tunnels were wild play areas, with rats, huge rusty heating and water pipes wrapped in asbestos, and lockers that people who moved out would leave stuff behind...clothing, furniture, all sorts of stuff. I spilled a lot of blood in those tunnels from fights and accidents doing stupid things like makeshift push go karts as the tunnels were steeply sloped. My first kiss was in those tunnels and later a very goofy make out attempt.
  3. I like cloth trainers too. Like @nonny I too grew up in the 60's and experimented in my teens with multiple layers of undies and accidents. I only had a few pairs of the double seat undies which were more like trainers (all my undies are double seat now or cloth trainers). Most trainers I use are multi-layer which need plastic pants if I plan to wet or poo. I recently had a pair made on Etsy that are great, 4 layers where it counts with a PUL layer that look like undies. I can wear them undetected and even be a touch wet or have a little poop accident without a problem or staining outer clothes. If in a setting where one changes like a gym, they would not standout. The double seat undies are not quite up to the task of a small pee accident. The brand I use (available M or F) has an option for more layers up to four I think which of course would need plastic pants. They have a four layer with plastic layer up front and in back but it has a seam in the crotch so a wetting will always wick to that bottom seam and will leak a bit. They crinkle a little bit but look exactly like undies and not trainers. All good fun.
  4. Does anyone here enjoy wearing child-like underwear? YES! I grew up in the era of tighty-whitey cotton briefs and the undies that appealed to me most were those with the double seat, sold as absorbent and hygienic depending on the brand. Sears, Hanes, JC Penney, and the stores that had their own name brands all seemed to have a version with a double seat. I have hunted out these nowadays and I don't think I have anything but double seat undies or trainers! I have found a few suppliers for reasonable prices (not Tiger crazy prices) around $10-12 each for both M or F. Australia has the Holeproof double seat undies and there are others in the US and UK. plus, it feels more child like to have an accident in them rather than in my normal boxers. I totally agree! As someone who experimented with having accidents in these undies as a teen, they are the way to go for me if I am in the mood for an accident not in a diaper. And the wide double seat is perfect for a poop accident, as the stain is on the inside. No one will know or see that stain of shame! Unless of course you are dating and getting close to someone and the undies come off, oops!
  5. I periodically have lower back and upper leg issues. Core exercises help there but I am less than diligent keeping up with them. When the back goes out, I wind up with about a 6 inch gait and I don't move quickly so I usually diaper up. This prevents accidents as this also seems to really set off urgency issues as well. I have found that after the first couple of days I can go to a good physical therapist and they can usually, with a handful of visits, get me back to normal. I have had my current therapist for years now and she is a very good looking lady who seems to have the same requirement for her interns. The treatment includes initially ultra-sound and then stretching by her and massage. I initially went there diapered up as the drive was quite far and then changed into some cotton briefs for the session. The first time I was there many years ago, the ultra-sound deep heating would trigger small accidents as I would become tingly down there with the release of some of the crazy tight muscles. It was not noticed thank goodness. I was so worried about it leading to accidents and embarrassment. I was literally fighting the muscle relaxation for fear of the accident. The massage would trigger the same effect which she did notice. We chatted and I told her when in this condition what was happening. The next time I just kept my diaper on and she proceeded with no fanfare and I didn't have any accidents. The following visit I was improving some and the ultra-sound or electro-stim did trigger a fairly big pee accident but I had the diaper on with the top tapes off so she could work the gluteus muscles. From that point on, I just wear my diapers and nothing is said. I see her every few years it seems when I am in serious back pain. I mentioned the interns earlier because I was getting changed for a session one time and she knocked very lightly and I never heard it. She walked in as I was still taking off my clothes and was down to my plastic pants, sort of translucent and diaper. As they apply different conducting fluids and oils through the session, I just go in the diaper without other layers. She literally gasped and just stared, then turning very red, turned about and shut the door. She waited a minute or two and then knocked more authoritatively. I replied and she walked back in and I was on the table under the sheet, stomach down per normal for the ultra-sound, electric stimulation or whatever it is they do (miracles). I had the sheet up to about mid-back and normally they start there and lower the sheet as they proceed down and into the upper legs. I am not sure what she was thinking, but she starts mid-back and then goes to lower the sheet for the butt section and of course there is my diaper on proud display (dry). She does a full stop, intake of breath, and seemed to freeze. I roll the back side of the diaper down so she can put the liquid (always cold!) on and tell her to continue on as normal. I am in a conundrum as this is when the muscle response leads to pee accidents and the room is pretty quiet. As she seems totally unprepared for a guy in a diaper (it was dry and a white one with usual wetness stripes that change colors if wet, yellow to blue as they were probably old school Attends). I was probably 40 or 45 and in decent shape and I was not sure whether to tell her that accidents could happen or to just be quiet and hope if I do have an accident that it is small and no wicking so it is noticeable. I decide she is not good with surprises and tell her that I can have accidents during this part. My turn for a red face. She looks dumbfounded and asks what do I mean. I realized I did not specify I could release my bladder and I think her mind went much further than that. I assured her, just pee and that is what the diaper is for and it doesn't always happen. She responded okay quite tentatively and continued on. I did have a good pee accident as she worked those muscles despite trying not to so I was glad I said something. She was also assigned the first couple of stretches to loosen and improve the range of motion so I had to roll over. Now she was ever observant and let me know it looked like I did have an accident with a further statement about the stripes in different colors in the front and part of the back of the diaper. Another red face for me. I acknowledged that I did pee. She seemed to be trying to make up for the gasps earlier and went on to ask me if I needed to change which was nice. I then explained that diapers are made for accidents, emphasis on the s, but thanked her. She finished up and switched with my normal therapist who did further movement work and then the actual massage. She laughed and told me her intern came out with much to say about the experience and that she would get her sorted out. Happily, I have not had to return recently but the reminder of massage triggered the memory.
  6. So this is a continuation of my posting on the I Dropped a Big Load in my Pants where I am now making the second leg flying across the US. I am just feeling worse and worse. I was cleaned as best I could from the pooping in my pants earlier. Now wearing a diaper (an old style Tena which were truly a great diaper), my white double seat briefs and my plastic pants over those and a changed pair of trousers with a polo shirt that is less than long but hangs a bit over the belt line. As I mentioned in the other post, I was travelling and was getting sick. I had been in the stall forever cleaning up and hoped the system was empty but figured the diaper was smart. Thank goodness I had them. I make the last leg barely, and am in the middle seat facing the bulkhead with a bathroom one row in front of me. I was thrilled. I am a bit concerned with giving everyone a show stowing my gear with the shorter shirt but feeling as bad as I did, was less than concerned about appearances. So Denver to the east coast is a pretty good haul and I am hopeful that my system was empty. Up we go and I am fine for a while, feeling lousy but not GI system pressure or cramps. About two hours into the flight and it is a different story and I luckily am right there by the rest room. Down come all the layers and another round of poops. It takes longer in those tiny airplane bathrooms to get all back together with diaper and layers! I am feeling ill but the GI system seems calmer. Only another 90 minutes. I am thinking maybe I am okay as we start to descend and I am not feeling pressure. My seatmate on the window had been somewhat distant and quiet up to this point and she now decides to become chatty. I chat but as we descend, I am starting to feel the GI pressure building. What was to be 30 minutes and on the ground from the pilot is now taking longer along with it is growing pressure in my bowels. The cramping is starting too. I am trying to keep it together and chat to not be rude and thankfully she is carrying most of the conversation as I am trying to clench to keep from filling the diaper which is way better than my earlier undies. I am masked up my entire trip as I was concerned I was getting something and was happy to be so as I think the strain would have been apparent. The landing is taking forever! I am literally stiff with all my muscles focused on not pooping while on the plane with this lady talking to me. My poor muscles after the efforts earlier and the crazy pressure, are starting to go, it starts escaping as we are literally in the final approach. I lift up ever so slightly as my seatmate is still talking but looks out briefly and she turns back to continue talking and I am totally filling my diaper with warm wet poop. No stopping it and I am doing everything to not bring attention to myself that I was pooping. I swear she had no clue as she never broke the conversation. As the plane lands, the force puts me down in my seat and spreads the mess. I was glancing to see if anyone wrinkled their nose or was looking around like they could smell it but not a clue that I had just had another accident. The plastic pants and plastic backed old Tena's did their job fabulously. I was a mess under it all and was feeling awful at this point. I got off the plane with a very full diaper, sort of holding my bags to hide my butt which must have pooched out with all the poop and fluid. No one appeared to notice a thing though. I made it to the nearest rest room and yeah, if anyone was looking to see someone wearing a diaper (that was full too) it would have been hard to miss. Well, time to clean up again although this time I grabbed some paper towels and got them wet so I could clean properly. And it didn't end there. I cleaned up and changed into a clean diaper and proceeded with a long walk to grab an Uber. Too long again or all the walking riled up the GI system more. While waiting for the Uber, more cramps and poops which at this point there was almost nothing left of muscle resistance and I was beyond exhausted, dehydrated and ill. Back to the terminal, clean up and change again but this time I made it home. One long exhausting and messy trip.
  7. About 8 weeks ago I had an absolute blow out triggered by food poisoning or the gastro-intestinal part of COVID. I was travelling by air in two legs across the country. I was not diapered up as I was travelling with a co-worker for the first leg and had driven him to the starting airport. My attire was a pair of jeans, white double seat briefs (my fave style as they remind me of my kid times) and a polo shirt which was not very long which was my last clean one. We drove to the airport together and luckily he was towards the back of the plane while I was close to the front (I fly a lot every year). The first leg was probably an hour and a half flight. It was about an hour into the flight and my system started really feeling uncomfortable which I thought somewhat odd. I had eaten a dinner the night before that although tasting superb seemed like it might have been questionable. My GI tract just started rumbling and pressure was building as we descended. I was starting to cramp, badly by the time we landed. I had opted not to diaper up for the flight in order to keep it discreet in front of my co-worker who I had planned to meet with over the layover. I sometimes diaper up if the weather looks like it will be one of those flights that the pilot tries to keep everyone seated due to turbulence. The wait to deplane seemed to take forever and I had my small computer back pack and my roller bag literally in hand as soon as the door was open. I bolt off the plane, starting to panic with the pressure. I am out of the jetway and thankfully the Men's room is literally right across from the gate. thank you Denver Airport. Thinking oh maybe I can make this. I hit the the bathroom and being early morning, the stalls are full. So I must wait although I admit to trying every one of the doors if only to trigger a faster exit by someone. I am really starting to feel poorly and am literally sweating with the cramps and discomfort only getting worse. Bouncing from foot to foot, I am up next and a stall opens and I am literally running as I can feel the mess starting in my undies. A small mess has started and I figure can be managed. I am squeezing and clenching as hard as I can while trying to get my stuff in the stall, close the door, rearrange the bags and start pulling pants and undies down. Not happening. Period. Not stopping this small mess from getting much worse. Get the jeans sort of partly down and but the flow is already happening with no stopping it, filling my undies and regretfully more. What a mess! No wipes, in a tiny stall with a huge accident and needing to figure out how to clean up, get changed and catch the next leg. And more cramps and poop for a few more minutes before I had to tackle the mess. Thank goodness there was toilet paper and the roll was a big one. I was in that stall forever, cleaning up. Had to toss the undies as they were not salvageable. Jeans had some stains on them so I had to wrap them up and were not wearable unless I wanted to wear a sign "I pooped my pants." As I had some diapers from my week away (I sleep in them when on the road and even go out in them if I have a sport coat or long untucked shirt) I did my normal routine of diaper, topped by white double seat briefs and my plastic pants on top and changed trousers. I made the next leg and was just feeling awful as I descended into what was later confirmed was COVID. I regret the story does not end here but it is more fitting in a reply to Rustypins and places where you pooped your diaper, so I will continue there.
  8. Memory fragments for me but I never wet the bed, but was very worried about it happening. I remember around 4 running around naked after a shower in my home and my great grandmother yelling at me to "put your panties on or I will put you back in diapers." Sticks in my mind. I went to sleep-over summer camp at a very young age and there were always kids wetting the bed. The first camp (which was awful and I refused to talk to my parents for days afterwards) I remember the majority of the young kids' bunk room had bedwetters. I didn't wet the bed despite being one of the youngest kids there. It was one long month at that coed camp. The silence treatment of the folks led to me being able to weigh in on the next camp selection the next summer although this was double the duration to two months. I was also on the youngest side at this camp but the majority of kids in my bunk room (12 boys or so as it was not coed like the first one) were not bedwetters. SO this time the bedwetters were shamed and so began the fear of bedwetting. I remember vividly the crap that was given to the bedwetters and their walk in the morning with wet pajamas and bedding. All the mattresses had waterproof covers so that was not an issue. I would stay awake at night worried beyond belief that somehow I would wet the bed. My company was listening to WABC on my little radio. There were always the comments that they should be put back in diapers but none ever were, but the random comments stuck in my mind. No walk of shame in the morning if they were in diapers! Funny interlude, my counselor got so trashed one night he too peed the bed (and pooped) which left an impression but the poop stories from that camp are fodder for the other thread on being stinky! Fast forward a couple of years and I began to notice that some boys of that era had white briefs that had extra layers on the seat and were advertised as "extra absorbent" which I equated then to more able to absorb if one did have an accident. That began a fascination with double seated briefs and layering them up which was my first attempt at a diaper. I experimented with using them and I was on my way to becoming a DL may years later. I think it was my mid-twenties before I figured out the availability of adult diapers and their pleasures. I still occasionally worry about wetting the bed to this day.
  9. So I have been thinking about the topic here of messing in front of someone.
  10. Well I don't have diaper dreams frequently but I did this morning.
  11. I have an upcoming trip to South Korea and was wondering if anyone on the boards here
  12. I poop sometimes in diapers and probably more frequently in my underwear.
  13. TSA runs the PreCheck program if you are eligible and have $85. If you qualify, you are a "trusted traveler" and don't need to remove shoes, belts, etc as you go through the screening line.
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