jack3295

I've been pooping my diapers for so long that I think I've pooped in every position and just about every situation. I've pooped in private and (discreetly) public. Laying on my tummy, standing, sitting and squating. I enjoy them all. My favorite scene starts with some serious "fiber loading". Usually 24 hours prior I will consume 2 heaping serving spoonfuls in 16 ounces of water every 2 hours for about 12 hours. Sometimes more, sometimes less. I try to stay active during the day and also force myself to eat some regular food like cereal. I resort to taking a couple hydrocodons if the bloating becomes to uncomfortable. I'm diapered by mid afternoon and my headspace begins to take me back to my bedwetter days. I like to become the 8 year old who has just awakened from my afternoon nap. My diapers ( a dry 24/7 disposable with holes poked through the plastic, a babykins pull-up cloth diaper and plastic pants ) are wet but not soaked. Mommy is busy and tells me to watch tv until she can get to me. I plop on the couch and put my thumb back in my mouth. Soon it's dinner time. Mommy forgot all about me. My other brothers and sisters all start filtering in for dinner. I'm hungry too so I

I stopped wetting the bed when I was 14. Out of 6 kids 3 of us were bedwetters and the youngest 2 were still in diapers. Our house was full of diapers and it wasn't uncommon to see a child well past the normal age of potty training running around in a diaper and plastic pants. My mother had been an RN and was matter of fact diligent

By the end of the weekend I was feeling sluggish and slightly bloated. On Monday I was ready to do some serious prep. I began at 7am by taking a heavy triple dossage (3 heaping tablespoons in 16 ounces of water. I continued this procedure every hour on the hour. At round 5 I was feeling full and bloated. At this point I took an oxycotin to ease the discomfort. It would also slow me down a bit on transit time(which is usually about 7-10 hours with just straight Metamucil). The opiates have a constipating effect on most but for me I never get bound up. It just slows me down ever so slightly and firms my poo up a bit. At noon I put on my diaper combination and went back to the fiber. I went for a long kayak run around the lake to get my exersize in. I've found that moderate exersize helps my digestive system.

I've always been curious about how much poop my diapers can actually hold. I've always been a big pooper and experienced real bowel incon for a few years after surgery. At the time I enjoyed it. I was lucky in that my poop was usually pretty firm but not hard. I think it was all the opiates I was taking that kept me from having runny stool. Never thought I'd be saying this but I was glad when control returned. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. But it did get old after a while.

Pooping my diaper is one of my favorite things. I usually like to maximize the experience and by that I mean multiple big poops. With such a huge volume of poop I need a diaper with enough capacity. And with a desire for volume I need to do some planning. My diaper of choice is an abena max. I prepare by poking holes in the plastic to let the wetness through to my outer diaper when the abena is saturated. My outer diaper is a cloth pull-up covered with plastic pants. This way I can change the outer diaper when that too gets saturated. I guess you could say that the abena works like a diaper liner. It minimizes poop that can get (and often does) on the cloth diaper. Planning is a bit more complicated. We all know how unpredictable our digestive systems can be. Over the years and with a lot of experimentation I've pretty much nailed it down. I try and keep my diet "clean" by eating as healthy as possible. This means mostly high fiber foods. I add measured doses of a fiber supplement, in most cases Metamucil. I consume the fiber supplement several days in advance increasing the dosage as I go along. As you can imagine it can get quite uncomfortable after 2 or 3 days of ever increasing doses. I use an opiate based painkiller to smooth out the discomfort that often accompanies injesting such large quantities of a fiber supplement. By day 3 I'm bloated and uncomfortable. The painkiller has constipated me and I know I'm getting close to optimum fullness. By then it's "diaper up" time. I'm sure many of you wonder how I can pull this off with typical time constraints. I work the commodities markets from home and choose when I want to work allowing me all the time I need. At this point I use either a frozen glycerin suppository (for delayed action if I choose to wonder up town for coffee), or a liquid glycerin suppository for quicker results. On a recent morning I chose the frozen suppository method and dressed myself to hide the wet, bulging diaper. My outer diaper was wet but not saturated. The walk up the hill towards town heated things up but the frozen suppository would still need time to become effective. I ordered a large decafe, bought a SunTimes and took a seat outside at a vacant table along the sidewalk. I felt the first contractions after about 15 minutes. The fullness and bloat were much more uncomfortable. When I had finished my coffee I headed home feeling ready to explode. I reached the corner of Maple (my street) and Main when I felt a contraction that stopped me in my tracks. I knew I was close. I really enjoy a bowel movement when it's uncontrollable. And I was oh so close. While standing on the corner I felt another painful contraction and despite clenching my cheeks, a huge, firm poop began to slide into my warm, wet diaper. After what felt like a foot of firm poop had piled effortlessly into the seat of my diaper, I felt an involuntary contraction and a mighty surge of semi-soft poop escaped my rectum. I suppose this is what I love best. An involuntary poop filling my diaper, spreading into all available space until it starts to spread up the back and up under my balls. The relief was instant. My dick was as hard as a rock. And I knew I could count on at least 2 or 3 more before afternoon. How does it feel? Like having an enormous pile of warm poop in the seat of my warm, wet

I've awakened with a surprise load only a few times. I much prefer to be conscious so I can enjoy all the sensations. The odd thing is that I usually wake up wet when wearing a diaper to bed. No diaper, dry bed. Weird. I am a daily user of a fiber supplement so it is to be expected when the urge to go wakes me. Nothing quiet like the feeling of a heavy, wet diaper between your legs as you lay comfortably under the covers. Usually the poop urge doesn't become "critical" until I stand up. But even if I choose to remain in bed, the urge will eventually get to that point. I've become expert at total relaxation and letting a bm progress naturally. It always does. There's just something about the urgency intensification. If I wasn't wearing a diaper I would be running for the bathroom. But when diapered, I just continue to suck my thumb and wait for the urge to overtake me. The beauty of "daily fiber therapy" is that it

Beautiful day. Coolers loaded. Snacks. Sunscreen. Book.

here's a fun trick. 3 days of Metamucil - 3x a day. @ 2x the regular dosage. be patient. really helps to have access to an opiate based pain killer as this relieves discomfort and

After a small bowel resection years ago I developed an urgency problem. I was encouraged to use fiber supplements to make it easier on my colon. I have multiple large bm's a day on a fairly regular schedule. The bm's are soft but well formed. By all accounts my bowel functions great and I'm healthy. The problem is severe urgency. I get little notice that I have to defecate. More times than not, I end having an accident. It's become such an inconvenience that I've started to use diapers. It's so much easier changing a messy diaper than dealing with soiled clothing. I'm told by my doctor that such post-op conditions happen infrequently and usually resolve over time. It's been 4 years and the problem has not improved. Anyone else experience this type of problem and if yes, how long before symptoms faded?

Well, I have to say that Metamucil in large doses over several days can make diapers a necessity. No shrooms needed. I have been using the fiber supplement regularly for years with expected results. Several huge BM's a day. I think I over did it this time. Ingested 5x a day for 3 days and became virtually bowel incontinent. What fun. Have had to wear diapers or else. Today was at the bank making a deposit and completely filled my diaper. I felt like a little boy again. Anyone else working towards authentic diaper dependency?

they make a syringe sold at auto parts stores (or amazon) used for filling differentials and transfer cases. holds 18 ounces. Long filler tube. Like a huge syringe. easy to clean. delightful.

I'm a big fan of metamucil. I call it fiber loading. My best "production" involved taking a triple dossage of fiber every 3 hours. The bloat is admittedly uncomfortable. I eased the discomfort (and slowed the process) with a narcotic pain killer. When I awoke in the morning I really had to go. But first I wiggled a large squeeze bulb filled with liquid glycerin down the back of my wet night diapers. Within less than a minute I couldn't hold it and had a truely uncontrolable release. The poop was enormous. It filled my diapers completely, pushing up the back and spreading warmly up under my nuts. The bulge in my diaper was huge. The diaper had to have had at least 3 pounds of warm, soft poo. It's not uncommon to experience several more poops the rest of the day. Like the previous poster suggested, good hydration and if i might add, plenty of physical activity. You will enjoy a more intense urgency and enormous volume. Sweet.

on-line pharmacy will deliver anything you need. I've always enjoyed the authentic, uncontrolable BM. As for suppositories, I usually go for the liquid glycerin suppository. 2 of those combined with a few days of "fiber loading" and you will get a taste of true incontinence and the subsequent diaper dependency. I prefer this combo because I dislike a "runny" explosion. I much prefer the "soft-serve" experience. Enormous volume, semi-soft poo and yes, uncontrolable.

First, it's not a story. I related an occurence and filled in the gaps with non-sexual history from my bedwetter days. I don't recall feeling anything but shame when an accidental messing brought the attention of sibblings and parents. In present day life the act of filling my diaper brings back those memories. And those memories are what ignited my life-long interest. If I want to contribute a "story", I'll certainly post it in the appropriate forum. In the mean time, lighten up dude.

Funny how a year goes by and I've finally gotten around to trying shrooms again. It's hard to type when the keys keep moving. Ha! If I get the chance , I'll check in with results. I have 3 days of extreeme fiber loading in me so I expect an active production schedule over the next 24 hours. I wonder if others have tripped the light while needing to poo and if they can keep it together long enough to share thier experience?

I'm very happily into my 3rd day of vacation. And the fact that I committed myself to 24/7 diaper use has not turned out to be as difficult I thought. I rented a cottage nestled in the dunes along Lake Michigan's eastern shore. The lake is steps from my door, the cottage is for the most part secluded and get this, it has a washer/drier. The sunsets over here are the best I've seen since visiting California years ago. And to top it off, I'm diapered and loving it. I've never been on this side of the lake before and I must admit, it's one of the prettiest spots I've been. And while I enjoy my diapers when the mood and circumstance match up, I wanted to spend a nice diaper dependent week at the shore. The combination of natural beauty and the freedom afforded by 24 hour dependency has proven to make me a very happy man ( or should I say boy?). I have been doing my share of relaxing on the beach with a good book. I have my laptop too and it's been fun watching the waves roll in and keeping up with the abdl world. I suppose I should mention that I've been doing some serious fiber "loading" along the way. I mean, really. I love my diapers (and my thumb) and have been putting them to good use. As it turns out, (who knew?) the diapers have quite literally been needed. Ahh, the joy. This morning was just like the day before. I stroll from the deck with coffee in hand. I still wear my comfortably wet but not nearly saturated night diaper. The Abena I wear as a "liner" under my cloth pull-up awaits the inevidable. Who we kidding here? Some hot coffee, sand between my toes and a metric ton of injested fiber. I had to go. Bad. So bad I coulndn't hold it. The urge to go is really a very basic feeling. For we so inclined, it's a wonderful feeling. And this morning it was a very intense feeling. I feel the urge grow to near painful. It feels like it's going to come out my ears. With the sun coming up over the dunes and the waves beginning to sparkle in the early morning light, I succumb to the powerful forces of Mother Nature. I look both ways. In each direction I see only miles of mostly deserted beach, the few souls joining me this morning are a mile away. I'm sure in the distance they won't see my thumb in my mouth. Or the discreet bulge of a wet diaper. The moment of release is just the way I like it. Once I have surrendered I let my body relax and my attention focus. The urgency is so intense I can no longer control it. An involuntary contraction forces a firm log to emerge. It's huge. I know there is ample room in my diaper. And that's a good thing. Becuase this is a monster. After a what seemed like the slowest 10 seconds in my life, I feel a strong wave of intense urgency. A mighty surge of warm poop fills my diaper to capacity. It won't stop. I feel a hot gush as my bladder joins in. The poop slowly spreads, engulfing my scotum and awakening every nerve ending. The volume is enormous. With thumb in mouth, I reach back to feel a still growing bulge. The relief is orgasmic. Poogasmic. So here I sit on the deck of my cottage. Laptop on and connecting me to others who might share the rapture of a messy diaper. And I say to all of you: May you feel the peace that I do this oh so poopy morning.

No such thing as a "miricle pill" that will subject you to multiple bm's. I think we've all had a day when the bm's keep comming. It's hard to put your finger on exactly what causes such a reaction. Usually it's a special circumstance where food type, quantity and activity level combine to create the "perfect storm" for diaper filling. One would do well to pay close attention to the variables and the specific results. A simple recreation is the logical route to take. Howerver, there are no sure things here. Experimentation will guide you. I've never been a big fan of the "sceaming me me's." Runny bm's are just not my thing. Anything from firm to soft is more natural and thus more desirable. I also like increased volume, extreem urgency and of course, increased frequency. The difficulty with experimentation (or research , as I like to call it), is that one needs the time and for many, privacy. If you're like me and enjoy an independent lifestyle, finding the time for research is easy. If not, then good planning and patience is needed. As I move into my 5th decade, I've had the time to become expert at the necessary combinations to produce desired results. Instead of a magic pill, I've developed a routine that will enhance production. I've been surprised with some of the results at times but for the most part, I know what to expect. I'll note a few of the steps I take and hope it will spur continued research. 1st, I take a fiber supplement daily. Any of the bulk producing fiber supplements will do. I use Walmarts brand in sugar free orange. It's the same as Metamucil and much cheaper. Taken daily, you will experience larger volume and easy elimination. Diet is critical. Everyone knows what certain foods will do to them. Don't eat crap that dosn't agree with you. Exersise or a reasonable amount of physical activity will help. When an opportunity for extended diaper time presents itself, simply increase the food and fiber intake. Extreem "fiber loading" is not something to play with. You can't just pick up a container of Metamucil and have at it. When you take it daily (recommended), the body adjusts it's rythems and there will be only minor side effects (bloating etc.).My normal dossage is a large heaping tbl spoon in 12 oz. of water in the evening. Results vary but I can expect at least 2 preety sizable bm's in the 1st 3 hours of waking. Granted, I hit the health club almost daily and moniter my dietary intake closely so my production is just the way I like it. A typical "fiber loading sequence and the results is as follows: 3 day diet- Day 1, from 1 evening dosage to 2 with an increase to 2 heaping table spoons of fiber in 16 oz. of water. 3 square meals/ no fast food. I'm not going to detail the food types becuase everyone is affected by certain foods differently. Common sense here folks. You want to eat a boatload of tacos with hot sauce you'll be able to light a cigerette with your ass. Stay away from crap food. Cereals, veggies, anything that you love that's good for you. day 2. Kick up the fiber intake to 3x a day. Also, increase the dosage again. This time to a triple dose- 3 heaping tbl spoons in 20 oz. of water. Continue everything else as the day before. Note: you will see an increase in production and there will be some minor dicomfort. Often, the hardest part of the process is being patient. Day 3. Go to 4x daily with the fiber. I've tried a heavier schedule with mixed results. At this point you won't much feel like eating more but force yourself. Keep the diet clean. As heavy and sluggish as you might feel, continue to get some physical activity. When I have sufficient time, I will sometimes incorporate some narcotic pain killers on day 2 and 3. I do this for the constipating properties as by day 2 I usually end up needing to eliminate the build up of poop 3 to 5 times. This can be difficult if the 3 day loading sequence coinsides with work or other circunstances. I will note here that during the research period, I sometimes had poo accidents when I couldn't get to the bathroom. I have since satarted wearing diapers by the middle of day 2. The pain killer/ constipating effect is very helpful. I don't feel the discomfort and rarely have accidents. The diapers are precautionary. When I wake up on day 4, my first thought is of how strong the urge to poop is. Usually within the first hour of getting up I have what could only be descibed as an uncontrlled accident. The intensity of the urge is mostly from the fullness of my digestive track. I have a cup of coffe and waddle around the house. It would happen without the coffee but it's just part of my routine. It's difficult to wait for the urge to take over. When we have to deffacate we like to get right to it. resist the temptation. For me, It's part of the thrill when it can't be controlled. The first bm is usually quite large and mostly firm. If I'm using the short schedule ( a 1 or 2 day loading schedule), I will sometimes enlist the help of a liquid glycerin suppository. With a rather firm load in my diaper, I will go for a stroll along the beach. My diapers consist of an abena x-plus with a ton of pin holes in the plastic, covered with a babykins cloth pull-up diaper and plastic pants. I can change my cloth diaper through out the day while keeping the disposable intact. Surprisingly, this diaper combination allows for ease of movement and is easily disguised. The activity is critical to keeping the bowel moving. If you just want to sit on the couch sucking your thumb and watching cartoons, you won't have to go again for a while. It never fails that I experience a building urgency as I move further from the house. To anyone watching I appear to be just another walker who has stopped to contimplate the beauty of nature. When in fact I'm loading my diapers with another enormous load. Because these subsequent bm's are softer the elimination is effortless. I feel the urgency intensify to almost painfull levels before I stop to "contimplate". If I've inserted a regular suppository the urgency can build to the point where the bm can only be described as truely accidental. Once your defenses are weakened and the urgency builds, one only has to relax a tiny bit before the body begins to vent the built up pressure. It's really just simple physics. 10 pounds of shit in a 2 pond bag. Somethings gotta give. The second bm is going to really fill your diaper. The first one was huge by any standards and it sits comfortably in the seat of your diaper. The bulge is prominent and the poo presses against the butt hole and your butt cheeks. Your diapers are wet and poopy. It feels great. Then something happens. There is an involuntary contraction and you're late to react. Once your anal sphincer relaxes even a little bit, a mighty surge of semi-soft poo begins to slide out. Because it still has some firmness to it you find yourself involuntarily straining. This is the body's desire to purge the extreem build up of poo. The volume is incredable. It begins to pile warmly into the seat of your diaper before running out of available space. It then begins to spread up under your balls (or up towards your who ha if you're a girl). So whether you stayed in and did some chores for activity or you ventured out for a diaper loading adventure, your diaper has now been filled to near capacity. At this point I usually go home and change my outer cloth diaper. With a fresh diaper on I will then relax a bit. Thumbsucking while watching some tv or even a short nap. It's all good at this point. It's not unusual to experience 4 or 5 more bm's over the next 8 hours. I've actually gotten pretty good at judging how much my diapers can hold before experiencing a blow out. Liquid glycerin suppositories can be fun latter in the day but the fullness of my diapers necessitates the use of a latex glove for mess free insertion. You can only imagine the volume of production and the accidental nature of the elimination without giving this a try. Without a doubt, experimentation is key here. We will all experience a wide variety of reults. This process works for me in the way I have descibed it. Your results will vary. But I can assure you. If multiple involuntary bm's is your thing, you won't be disappointed. And don't forget, the volume is absolutly enormous. Jack

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.

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New Year's morning found me standing at my window looking out at the lake. The thermometer reading said it was 8 degrees. Out on the frozen lake were a few groups of ice fisherman setting up for the day. As is my habit during the cold weather months, I decided to hold my morning BM while I dressed in something appropriate. That's what I like about cold weather. I'm much less selfconscious about wearing (or using) diapers. From a snowmobile suit to a mid-thigh parka, I can freely move about without anyone knowing I'm wearing a diaper. Especially when they are wet or messy. This morning was typical in that I was a little wet and felt an urgency that for the moment was managable. My diapers (an Abena x-plus under a cloth pull-up with plastic pants) were warm and comfy. I expertly wiggled my hand down the back and inserted a frozen glycerin suppository. (estimated time to effect @ 1 hour) On went my onsie, 1 piece long underwear and my trusty snowmobile suit. With coffee mug in hand I ventured out onto the ice. My glacier glasses shielded the brite reflection of snow and ice. My clothing protected me from a 5 below windchill. I looked like an adventurer. But under the gear was really a little boy who was diapered under his snowsuit. I wandered east along the shoreline with little notice from the fisherman. When I reached the point I headed out towards the middle. The lake is just over a mile across and by the time I reached the middle, holding my morning BM was becomming difficult. I faced the bay that forms beyond the point and took in the sunrise. I could feel the hot coffee warm my stomach. It also triggered an urgency red alert. I could now feel the familiar twitching of my anal sphincter as the melted glycerin coated my lower bowel. I descibe these sensations clinically but in my head I was thinking like the bedwetter boy of my youth. I didn't have time to get home and my mom would be upset with another messy diaper. It wasn't long before the growing discomfort became an intense need for release. My personal belief is that you can never have enough fiber in your diet. Little boys only know that they have to make a big one. And that it was. I suppose it's as close to an authentic loss of control as it gets. An involuntary contraction doubled me over as a mighty surge of semi-firm poo was forced into my diapers. With relif in site another not so involuntary contraction pushed out another surge of poo. The diapers began to expand while the now softening surge began to migrate up and back. Is there a better feeling than the relief that comes with emptying your bowels of an enormous burden? Only a few things come close. As the volume of poo filling my diaper decreased, I felt a warm gush of pee flood the front of my diaper, and just as quickly melt away into my still absorbant diapers. The walk back to my place caused a whirl of emotions and sensations. The enormous load in the seat of my diapers pressed against my butt and awakened every nerve ending. The sensation triggered an emotional rush as I truly became the diapered boy of my youth. After the requisite little boy poo-gasm and clean-up, I'm freshly diapered and sharing my story here. Just another example of cold weather "freedom."

This was years ago, before I lived independently and didn't enjoy my present circumstance. I had diapered up for the day and went out to the local forest preserve district. I was wearing a disposable under some rather thick pin on cloth diapers and plastic pants. A fellow diaper enthusiast would have spotted me in a moment but to the general public I was just another person out to enjoy a brite sunny day. I took a folding lawn chair with me along with a good novel to read. I headed off down a path until I came to my favorite clearing. It was a large valley of perhaps 40 acres and for the most part, completely secluded. Aside from the ocassional group of horse back riders crossing the clearing, I had the spot on a rise overlooking the pasture to myself. As was my practice back then (and today), I had spent a few days fiber loading. ( who agrees that the inventor of using psyllium husk be awarded the Nobel?) Fast forward several hours and there I was with an enormous load in my now wet and heavy diapers. I sat pleasantly distracted while I read my book and got some sun. A discomfort in my bowels told me I would soon be adding to the present load. I had been using this spot for a couple of years and had rarely encountered other visitors. I say this to help you understand the depths of my horror as a herd of screaming kids came rushing from the woods. They were followed by a few adults who acted like shepards trying to keep them from running completely amuck. The shock of the intrussion and the subsequent panic excellerated my now extreemly intense urgency. I saw one of the adults wave to me in an apologetic manner. I waved back and started to gather my stuff before anyone could approach me. I used a sweatshirt tied around my waist to further disguise my diapered condition which by now was a bit more obvious. As i walked towards the exit path I felt an involuntary contraction release a mighty surge of poo. It wasn't firm but a soft, warm flow that continued despite my attempts to stop it. Being as how the load in my diaper was huge by any standard, the growing pile of poo spread quickly as the back of my diapers expanded like a balloon. I took the walk of shame through the crowd of children, all of whom were too engrossed in their play to notice my predicament. I had to walk more than a half mile to the parking area, my embarrassment growing with each step. Funny though how my balls were tingling.

Sorry but it sounds a bit obsessive. Even when I'm going completely diaper dependent for 2 or 3 days, I don't stay in a diaper for more than 12 to 18 hours. And even then, I have a thick layer of desitin to protect my skin. I too enjoy multiple loads and have achieved this through "extreem fiber loading." One can expect a more intense urgency, increased frequency (sometimes as many as a bm every few hours), and of course enormous volume. Some may wonder how one can stay in any diaper that long without leaking or experiencing undesirable poo migration (beyond the confines of plastic pants). Simple. I use an Abena x-plus (with multiple pin holes in the plastic backing) as my diaper liner. This is under a cloth pull-up diaper and plastic pants. When the cloth diaper is saturated I simply change it without disturbing the disposable. I can help prevent "migration" by using 1" wide strips of white duct tape to seal the leg openings. I know this sounds a bit elaborate but it works. Just so I've covered all bases, I should note that I detest diarhea and nothing will prevent the subsequent leak disasters. I read somewhere that while behavoirs of this type vary, the usual pattern includes an excelleration or more extreem involvment until a comfortable level is reached. One that can be maintained without disturbing normal life activities. I can honestly admit that I over did it a few times and retracked to a more acceptable practice.

Never forget the radioactive poo. It has a half life of a day and leaves the bathroom uninhabitable for humans. The radioactivity (smell) has been known to contaminate the rest of the house. Like plutonium, only small amounts are needed.

I have been using metamucil for 20 years. It was physician recommended and has insured problem free elimination. In simple terms, fiber supplements add bulk to your stool. The fiber absorbs water and expands (much like instant rice). The texture of the by-product can be observed by putting a couple of heaping table spoons in a glass of water. At first it thickens and then semi-solidifies into a gelatin like mass. When combined with a proper diet and regular exersize, it helps produce huge bm's. It dosn't take much to increase the volume and frequency. It won't really be uncontrolable unless you kick it up a notch. Extreem fiber loading can be dangerous to the uninitiated. Without adequate water there is a risk of severe cramping as the mass becomes difficult for the bowel to move. The result could be a bowel obstruction. I can't stress enough the need to go slow as your body adjusts. I would suggest giving yourself at least a week to regulate your digestive track. I take it everyday so I not only get the health benifits but am always ready to dial it up with out the potential dangers. Fiber therapy is not without discomfort. Taken on a regular basis, you will notice nothing except larger, easier to pass bm's. But when increasing the dossage, you can expect some uncomfortable bloating. Well worth it in the end though. If the extreem fiber loading is continued long enough, you become a human softserve machine. Is it uncontrolable defecation? Sometimes. If I feel like an authentic accident I'll fiber load and take some vicadin to slow things down and ease the discomfort. Then when the pressure and urgency begin to wear me down, I'll reach back into my diaper and squeeze in a bulb of liquid glycerin. Bingo. Authentic, uncontrolable accident. Ever poop for 15 seconds? And I'm not talk'n diarhea. I hate the runs. This is a mighty surge of poo. Firm at the start and 15 seconds later it's soft. Delightful. And it never ceases to remind me of my youth. The thumbsucking, diapered bedwetter that has an absolutely enormous load in his diaper. A word to the wise. Use your head. Easy. Trial runs with increasing doses. Educate yourself and you too can have some safe fun. A word to the idiots. Your'e on your own.

As previously mentioned, finding pleasure in filling one's diaper makes us unique in the community. We've wandered down a path that, as it turns out, is more worn than I expected. I think what surprises me most is the interest shown by such a wide sample of the membership. Boys and girls both. I'm not sure what led us down this path and to be honest, I don't think it matters much. It might make for an intersting blog but for purposes of clarity I'll stick to the question at hand. Motivations are complex and can be difficult to explain. What we feel and think is simply description. So, what is it that goes through your head when you make a big poo in your diaper? What do you experience physically? Those of us with years of experience (along with the resources and circumstance to indulge) might have the most to say on the subject. No doubt the young members are still developing their methods and might find it difficult to not only explain their thoughts, but to find the opportunity. Regardless, I'd be interested to hear what anyone has to say. I'd be especially interested in the thoughts of girls. I'm amazed but not surprised that girls share the enthusiasm. And I suppose their motivations aren't that much different. But girls and boys are different and I'd like to hear from both sides of the gender fence. I will add my own thoughts after seeing what others have to say. I was going to write about it this morning but I'm being distracted by a growing urgency. So I will check back after mother nature has her way with me and hope a few of the more literate have contributed.