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I'll agree with that, though I like the Megamax Blue for the flight suit I wear on the weekends on colder nights, because, well I can.  The light blue and the pink remind me of when I was a kid and saw the commercials on TV or print ads. The pink diapers were what I started with, when my cousin was a toddler. (Come to think of it, in a few short years, she'll be 40, and I'll be 50+)  Nothing at the moment. Still have my backup Goodnites in my bag.

I also worked in a movie theater. Not as a manager, but till closing along side them. Sometimes till midnight, when I was 15 and still in high school at that (had a waiver approved by the school counselor). This was very true 35 years ago, and most likey still is. 

Later, on the same day of  my intended plastic pants pooping trial, my body recovered and reset. I was still holding on to what I felt would be a very satisfying and bulky release. With plenty of time and privacy, I powdered up and pulled on another pair of tight nappy cover pants without the nappy. The warmth softened PVC pants felt like an extension to my skin,  I had to have another feel of their snug fit, but stopped in time,  so urges didnt lead me to having a #3 before the planned #2. Another surge of pressure was felt, this time I just relaxed, no holding! I was rewarded by the experience of an effortless poo reasing and beginning to form the initial warm comfy mound in my pants. The closer fit and slick surface and elastic stretchyness of my cover pants helped to ease the release and flow of warm, soft and comfy poo, which, instead of dropping away like in the old pants, was being held in close contact, increasing the stimulation of the sensitive areas as the contained mass increased. The initial flow was subsiding, and I added some effort to keep filling my nappyless pants. The warmth softened the PVC, allowing it to stretch more easily, so the initial mound size increased in on outward direction as I pooped my nappy. I rested and focused on the sensory experience for a moment before the next wave approached, I pushed as it reached its maximum pressure, releasing another flow of poo into my nappy pants. I realised mid push that I had adopted a position similar to an infant, clearly showing that I was putting some effort into pooping my nappy. The pants stretched more as the big squishy mound expanded, this tIme, after finishing this satisfying poo, pants stretch was felt pushing back, they were doing something I would do! Forcing and squishing that warm and comfy load down between my legs until it flowed in a pleasing way over that sensitive between zone before carressing my scrotum. Looking down demonstrated the clear juice which was being released as I enjoyed the experiences, I then saw and felt the progress of poopie, creeping all around my bag, a sitting squish made this mush more intense and pleasing. It all felt great, different to either pants or nappy pooping, the load remained close and comfy, It tended to squish out thinly in some areas, so the carried warmth dissipated and it became less comforting in those areas. This was a very satisfying way to deal with some undersized pants, which would have otherwise been thrown away unused. Wetting would be a big problem, maybe if reflex wetting happens during a poo, give yourself permission to pull him out of the front waist band and use the toilet. This is a once only thing for the pants, staining would be impossible to remove. At change time, use scissors to cut vertically down each side so they can be remover like a tape-up.

I picked up a couple of the Tyson Chicken Cordon Bleu boxes at Kroger 2 for $8. Over budget, but that's what I get for shopping while hungry. Still got laundry this morning. I'm also going to try to stay awake and go to this pop culture convention. I had a guy give me two VIP passes, so I can show up early on. I gave one to my cousin who works here during the day. I'm going to see if he wants to go with, or if he's going on his own, or.......

I think very early on, my "obsession" was traffic signals, stop signs, etc...., likely age 3. In third grade, I was told that my interests were not good. (Maybe not how they said it, but how I saw it.) I was still into traffic control signs, but I added school buses into that mix, even after getting on the wrong bus and ended up way on the other side of town. I think that somewhat burned out by middle school, when video games started being more of the focal point. I got into Street Fighter 2 when it came out and we got the arcade machine out in our little part of the world.  (Imagine my shock when I was able to get online to play, only to find out I'm not as good as I thought I was. ) Nowadays, my current "niches" seem to involve sports jerseys and NASA/Space Camp flight suits. As I type this, I'm weighing whether or not to buy a new flight suit, or whether or not my budget will permit it. I try to temper both by whether or not I can wear it. (Will I wear it? Maybe....) I also set guidelines for myself, at least jersey-wise, such as certain teams, or styles. (No Denver Broncos, no white jeresys, etc...)  Of course, there's the diapers, though they're not near the degree that jerseys or flight suits are. I have been able to restrain myself by my budgets and keeping the question in mind, where am I storing this? This is where I kind of tiptoe into AB territory, wearing diapers under my flight suit. (Astronauts do it, right?) Still an adult, but I'm not above wearing a space print under my suit every so often.