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I like to keep things natural. Combining psyllium and psilocybin can make for the ultimate in diaper messing. A truly transcending experience. It cleanses the soul and purges the digestive system. I don't do it often but a few times a year I like to pound some metamucil and eat a few shrooms. There are few words to describe the experience. Usually pleasant sensations become amplified and the mindset intensly real. Tomorrow morning I will awake and down some psilocybin while wearing my wet night diapers. This is what I expect to experience based on last year's adventure. My eyes will open and I'll slowly gain my senses. A thick wet diaper will bulge between my legs, reminding me that today I am a 12 year old diapered bedwetter. I immediately notice a painfull pressure in my bladder and a heavy fullnes in my tummy. Without hesitation I release my bladder and feel a hot gush of pee wash down over my balls and into my diaper. I reach over to the nightstand and pick up a small pile of mushrooms. The last dose of psyllium has cleared my stomach and the shrooms are followed by a bottle of water. I shudder briefly at the bitter taste. With the pressure released from my bladder I can now tolerate the growing need to poop. The urgency is strong but I know from experience I can muster up a super human effort to restrain myself. It's amazing how long the human body can maintain control. I know that eventually the physical laws of nature will render me incapable of that control. As the psilocybin is absorbed into my system, I begin to feel an energy begin to glow deep within me. When I reach down and touch my warm plastic pants a wave of chills spreads from my crotch outward. It sounds funny but the chills are warm and fuzzy. The physical sensations are accompanied by a deep awareness of who I am. I'm 12 again. The diapered bedwetter of my youth. I grab whats left of a blankie I've had since I was small and waddle down to the tv room. I plop down on the couch and begin to suck my thumb. I'm not the youngest in the house but have always been indulged. One of my older sisters playfully teases the "big baby." I hear my mother's voice and she is not happy. "Go upstairs and get that wet diaper off before you start watching tv", I'm told. I slowly climb the stairs and walk to the bathroom. The door is closed and the shower is on. My oldest sister has begun the 1/2 hour ritual of beautification. I feel a spark of panic as the urgency in my bowels clicks up a notch in intensity. I take my place back on the couch and hope to God I can hold it until the bathrooms open. I'm feeling increasingly uncomfortable. The pressure in my bowels continues to grow. The shrooms give me clarity. It feels completly real. And of course it is. My colon is as full as it could possibly be. I feverishly suck my thumb while I squirm in discomfort. After an hour I'm trip'n my ass off. I'm still holding back the inevidable. How, I'm not at all sure of. I want the release to be authentically accidental. Just like when I was 12. My mind is surprisingly calm. Despite the powerfull urge to poop, I'm thinking how my mom will be upset that I had a big poo accident. So I continue to fight it back. I decide to push myself over the edge of control. I can't stand the painfull urge but I'm still managing enough control to hold on. Barely. I pick up off the coffee table a small squeezable bulb filled with glycerin. With efficiency I work my hand down the back of my diaper, insert the tip into my butt and squeeze the majic juice in. I repeat the procedure a second time and then move to the floor. I slide a pillow under my butt to elevate my crotch and let the glycerin penetrate deep into my bowels. I'm keenly aware of a new, powerfull urgency unlike any I have ever felt. I reposition myself onto my knees and lay my head down on the pillow with my diapered bottom up in the air. The new position should have been enough to keep the urge at bay. But the glycerin has ignited the launch sequence. There will be no stopping it now. The shrooms have awakened every nerve cell in my body. My crotch is hyper-sensitive. I feel an enormous turd begin to slide effortlessly into my diaper. It begins as a painfully firm poop that slowly begins to soften. I am suddenly in the grips of an involuntary contraction and a mighty surge of soft poo piles quickly over the solid mass that preceeded it. A second more powerfull surge follows another contraction. This mighty flow continues unabatted for a full 10 seconds. An enormous volume of warm, soft poo spreads up under my balls. I reach back in a futile effort to stop the bulge from expanding. It is indeed futile. I'm pooping with wreckless abandon and I begin to wonder if it will ever stop. I hear in my head my older sister laughing. "Jackie is making a big one, Mom." Now I'm in trouble. But the teasing isn't enough to satisfy her. Being bigger than me she quickly overpowers me and begins groping the bulging protrusion in the seat of my diapers. A sweet pungency fills the air. She finds paydirt and squeels with delight. "Looks like the big baby has a messy diaper!" I feel a hand placed firmly on my bulging plastic pants and slowly begin to press. I realize for the first time that there is a throbbing hardness in the front of my diaper. The hand on that big mound of poop starts to press and slide. Press and slide. I'm beginning to rock with the motion when the strongest contration yet forces one last surge into my diaper. In seconds I'm convulsing in climax as I experience a mind blowing poogasm. The relief is complete. I colapse on the floor, my diapers fully loaded and my balls tingling sweetly. The voice I hear is my mothers. "I told you what happens to messy wet boys. We're going to change you into a clean diaper and let your sister watch you the rest of the day." If only the psilocibin could make the voices real.

Of what use would that be? Urine is within everyone, costs nothing, and cannot be beaten for realism If you want the smell of pee, I certainly hope you don't need detailed instructions on how to attain it and small bottles are everywhere if you don't want to actually pee somewhere, but want to place the smell there anyway Bettypooh

I... didn't find it to be funny (or cute). Maybe I just don't get it. Either way, kudos on the good find. O_O

I've tried wearing diapers while on shrooms and yes orgasms are pretty mindblowing when you're tripping but a whole lot harder to achieve. Plus when I'm on shrooms the texture of the carpet or the sound of my nails rubbing on a blanket tend to be much more fascinating than trying to focus enough attention on a cumbersome task like masturbation.

I made one using hot glue sticks and an old medicine bottle (The orange ones from the pharmacy). Procedure: 1. Melt hot glue sticks in a pan you don't care about (this will forever be your hot glue pan until the moment its thrown away). 2. Cut the bottom off of the medicine bottle to create a hollow tube. 2b. discard the white top and the bottom that was cut off. 3. Roll the top of the medicine bottle (the part that the lid attaches to) in the hot glue to create a thin layer on the bottle. Make sure the layer goes below the bumps that the lid attaches to. 4. Dip the bottle in a glass of water for a couple seconds. 5. Flatten out the glue to make the shape you are wanting. 6. Dip the bottle back in the water for 30-45 seconds to harden the layer of glue. 7. Repeat steps 3-6 until you reach the desired thickness. 8. Pour 1/3 - 1/2 inch of glue in a disposable glass (a medium glass from McDonalds will do). 9. Wait 20 seconds or so for the glue to slightly thicken. 10. Push the bottom end of the bottle into the center of the glass with the glue. 11. Let all the glue harden. 12. Peal away the disposable glass. 13. lube and enjoy. To Use: 1. Stuff the tube with a rolled up paper towel (this is to stop you from pooping before your diaper gets on). 2. Lube the "toy" 3. Insert into anus. 4. Diaper up 5. Reach into the back of the diaper and remove the paper towels. Note that if your poop is not soft, and you don't need to go, nothing will come rushing out. And if your poop is too hard it will clog. I have it in now, and will let you guys know how it works and holds up. It was a little hard to push in given the large top and the lack of a taper (not enough room on the medicine bottle), but does not feel too uncomfortable. All and all it took 30 minutes, and around $1 to make.

Only because most ears aren't down with hearing semi-incestual fantasies. Keep it in the story forum, man.

Has anyone ever pooped in plastic pants alone? Nothing else? A tab less messier than having poopy pants. But not by much.

I was in a coffee shop this afternoon and there were two cute girls in line with their lovely butt shapes showing thru their jeans. The thought of their gorgeous bottoms in diapers was really fascinating. It then came to mind: Why do we toilet train women? These very women standing in front of me could literally be in diapers right now if only their parents chose not to toilet train them. Why not keep women completely oblivious to the fact we as humans can control our bodily functions? This would create a world in which women are completely dependent on diapers. With time, I don't know if they would eventually learn to take control of their bladder themselves, but we should do everything in our power to keep women incontinent and diaper dependent. This would be a glorious world to live in.

I am amazed. Your FIANCEE has told you she would rather that you wore cloth diapers... Let's see. She IS your fiancee. She knows about your diaper side/life/world. She accepts your diaper side/life/world. She is INVOLVED in your diaper side/life/world. OMG. And YOU are going to make a deal out of what TYPE of diaper she would PREFER that you use? Are you kidding me? Have you read nothing about what other people crave here, especially just a smidgeon of acceptance to be free to WEAR - ANY type of diaper - by a partner? And, you want to begin an issue about ecology and soundness of the TYPES of diapers available to wear? I guess I'll never get it. Some people just don't know how good they've got it with WHAT they already have! So, she PREFERS that you wear cloth diapers. Let's see. You'll need plastic pants. You'll need to procure a supply of cloth diapers - ready made or have HER help you MAKE your OWN cloth diapers, to YOUR specification to YOUR comfort level/zone. Get used to cloth diapers, and how to utilize them instead of disposables. Pretty simple, even if there ARE some "convenience"(or lack thereof) issues. If you can't get over your preference for disposables, while you have a partner that accepts your diaper side/life/world ALREADY, it makes you look damned selfish and self-centered, when most males would give body parts to have an acceptent partner of ANY kind, to ANY degree. More than my 2 cents. Just that most people don't know how good they've already got it until it's gone away...

Not sure why, there wasn't an argument or a kick/ban, just couldn't log in. I hope I didn't make anyone mad. Maybe it doesn't matter, I don't think I was going to make the connection I wanted to make in there anyway, but maybe it does. Is this some kind of mixup? Did I bother somebody? Can I have access to the chatroom?

Friends co-workers?...Oh f'ck that, dude lol..

Two things 1 It is a good bet that some persons are uncomfortable with, or may have health or cleanliness issues about, using the real thing 2 Sometimes it does not "age" properly and is inconsistent or has other elements in the smell that one does not like

I guess wearing Depends after delivery is really really really common! These women are raving about how wonderful it is to wear Depends and Adult Diapers after giving birth: http://www.mothering.com/community/forum/thread/888765/depends-vs-pads-for-after-birth/80. Have any of you done this or knew how common this was?