jack3295

I too have performed decades of experimentation and agree that personal preference leads us down different paths. I've never been a big fan of enemas or oral laxatives. My experience with both was not to my liking. The reason? If I want a wet diaper I'll just pee. My limited experience with enemas was uncomfortable and way messier than I'm used to. Oral laxatives usually cause diarhea. Not my idea of fun. Perhaps our individual "awakening" to the pleasure of messing a diaper guides us back to those beginnings. As a diapered bedwetter I have fond memories of the accidental bm's. The attention I recieved along with the exquisite sensations I felt helped develop my enthusiasm for messy diapers. Diarhea never entered into it. I really don't think my preferences are unique to me. I'm not the only one who enjoys a big, semi-soft poo in my diaper. I'm also not the only one who likes having a truly uncontrolable accident. There's something very little boy about that. And to that end I have fine tuned my "prep". I had to come up with a way to create intense urgency and large volumes. I think it's kind of cool that we use some of the same ingredients. In addition to a healthy and precise diet, I've been using Metamucil as a fiber supplement for years. It was suggested by my physician to aid in elimination. When it's legendary bulking properties became evident, I began experimenting to see how big a poo I could make. As it turns out, I now hold the worlds record. Or at least I've tied it. As a regular user I enjoy problem free elimination along with sometimes frightningly large bm's. It's not unusual for me to have 2 or 3 bm's in the morning along with another in the afternoon. Adjustments with intake can enhance the results and as an added benifit, increase the frequency. Urgency was more intense but predictable. Ahh glycerin. I've used frozen suppositories (melt time can vary aand you just might find yourself out in public when nature calls) along with my favorite, liquid glycerin suppository squeeze bulbs. The liquid glycerin proved the most effective in producing an authentically uncontrolable poo accident. When I'm sitting around sucking my thumb and watching cartoons I'll use it to push me over the edge of control. Overpowering urgency and enormous volume. Sweet. For public adventures I've developed a way to discreetly inject the liquid glycerin. After days of "extreem fiber loading", I'll insert a sterile plastic tube up my butt and secure it in place with medical tape. On the other end taped to my side is the 2 oz. bulb full of glycerin. Once the bulb is squeezed the launch sequence is started. At that point I'm usually quite bloated and uncomfortable from fiber loading. Urgency is barely tolerable. The desire for relief is overwelming. And with a discreet squeeze of a little bulb, the fuse is lit. Within a minute, 2 at the most, a mighty surge of warm poo begins to fill my diaper. An involuntary contraction renews the effort and the protruding bulge continues to grow. Panic seeps in as I realize the steady surge is not stopping. The warm sticky mass spreads under my tingling balls while i begin to feel the release of pressure. With that comes the physical relief I so desperatly needed. The only thing that makes it more thrilling is if your playmate gets to decide the time and place of the bulb squeezing. I know, I know. Prepping with extreem fiber loading is time concuming and not a lot of fun. But if results are what matters, I'll suffer the discomfort.

Everyone has experienced that dreadfull panic that paralizes you when you know a big poo is comming. For a variety of reasons, you just haven't planned on loading your diapers. Out of the blue, an urge so powerfull it's unstoppable grips you . You look around to see if there's an escape while your face starts to turn red. And then it happens. A cramp begins to form deep in your belly and quickly intensifies. You are now unable to even make an attempt at escape. To your disbelief and yes, horror, an enormous poo forces it's way into your diapers. You're wearing discreet clothing but you're sure everyone around you will know. I always (most of the time) use common sense when out on a public adventure. Sometimes it's planned and other times the circumstances dictate otherwise. The advent of my enthusiasm occured at a young age when I filled a wet night diaper back in my bedwetter days. It was an authentic accident and so it is that I get an extra thrill when an unexpected urgency leads to an involuntary BM. I will relate one of my more memorable public accidents after hearing from my fellow messy bottoms.

I will assume that if you're reading this new forum, you have at least a passing interest in messy diapers. Some like it, some don't. Not much different than alot of things, fetish or otherwise. Personally, I enjoy almost everything about making a big poo in my diaper. I think it goes without saying that clean-up can suck. If you've been lucky enough to be changed by another you may beg to differ. But we've all had to do it and it's not fun. That being said, clean-up is what it is. A chore that needs to be done. But getting to that point can be most pleasurable. As I said, I enjoy this secret pleasure of mine. I've loaded my diapers at home and in public. I'm very discreet and if you ever saw me in public you would never be able to tell whether or not I was messy. Common sense precautions and considerations for others is standard. A knowing eye could probably guess I was diapered but thats about it. At home I can be the thumbsucking, diapered bedwetter I pretend to be. A hard driving, high energy businessman during the week, on Friday night I revert back to the days of my youth. A long-time bedwetter in a family of bedwetting children (3 out of 6), I was diaper dependent at night into my early teens. But it was when I was much younger that regular poo accidents awakened in me a life-long enthusiasm for that unique feeling of loading a diaper. So last night I again found myself taping on an Abena x-plus and pulling on a cloth diaper pull-up and plastic pants. I should also mention that I use a bulk producing fiber supplement. I've always liked how it keeps me regular and most of all, the way it increases urgency and volume. So I began preparing earlier in the week by increasing the dossage. "Extreem fiber loading" has a way of increasing production. And my preperation this week was no exception. By the time I awoke this morning my digestive track was completely full. On a normal day I can expect several large bm's within the first few hours of getting up. With my fiber therapy the results increase exponentially. I detest diarhea so I stay away from most laxatives. The metamucil adds bulk/volume without giving me the runs. In essance, I become a human "soft-serve" machine. This morning was no different. The first thing I noticed was extreem discomfort in my bowels. As usual, my diapers were wet but not saturated. When I was young we would wander down to the playroom for cartoons while Mom made breakfast. After eating we would go back to our cartoons while we were called one by one to get cleaned up. We all had poo accidents every once in a while but I seemed to be the most accident prone. I would succumb to an urge quicker than my siblings. This morning I felt an almost painful urgency. By the time I got something to drink and turned on the tv, the pressure had my sphincter twitching. I like to resist to the point where the bm is as involuntary as possible. Sometimes I will use a liquid glycerin suppository to push me over the edge. I didn't need one this morning. The urgency had grown to a red alert stage. I sat back, popped my thumb in my mouth and fingered my blanket while I waited for the urgency to win. When I was a kid I would resist as long as I could, not wanting to upset my mom and to avoid the teasing. I was sucking my thumb and watching some diaper pooping video on my laptop when I was overcome by a sharp, involuntary contraction. At that point I simply closed my eyes and relaxed. The poo immediatly started to slide into my wet diapers. It was huge and actually hurt comming out. The slow progression was stopped momentarily as I raised my knees to make room in the seat of my diapers. The poo again started it's slow but forceful migration. When I could take it no longer, I gave a push and the poo finally broke free. A mighty surge of soft poo spread out into my diapers, first sliding a little up the back and then slowly up under my balls. And it just didn't stop. The flow kept comming and my diapers ballooned as the bulge grew to the size of a 16" softball. My bladder released a hot gush of pee as sweet relief finally washed over me. The only thing missing was my sister yelling that "Jackie pooped his diaper!" and her trying to feel the tell-tale bulge while she tickled me. Ah, memories. I just opened my eyes after a short nap and can feel the urgency has returned. I don't know if my diapers can hold much more but I'm going to find out. I'm going to continue my extreem fiber loading for another day and spend the rest of this holiday weekend diaper dependent. But for now I have some urgent business to take care of.

I too find satisfaction in filling my diaper. Ever since a major poo accident back when I was a diapered bedwetter, I have always enjoyed trying to recreate those childhood memories. I think we can all agree (at least those of us reading this thread) that the act of defecation, the urgency leading up to it, and the heavenly result tickles the soul. It's only natural that such a fullfilling experience is something to be prolonged and repeated. Though I work and am socially engaged, I have little or no difficulty finding a spot in my schedule to indulge. Still, it takes planning to maximize this private pleasure. And it is indeed private. The occasional public adventure will sometimes include a load in my diaper and to be honest, can be a thoroughly thrilling way to expand ones range. But I am mostly private in practice and prefer it that way. Planning is key. And the "tools" available are as numerous as the results. Since I detest runny poo, most laxatives are out. (for most of the reasons posted) So what's the secret? No real secret. What goes in must come out. Experiment and see what brings on desired results. I have found that it's mostly common sense. I take a bulk producing fiber supplement daily along with a mostly healthy diet. Even when not in diaper mode, I will tyically empty my bowels at least 2 and frequently 3 or 4 times a day. More in, more out. It's as simple as that. You need to learn how your digestive system reacts and when it will need to be emptied. Be patient. It takes time and effort not to mention endless tweaking to perfect the diet. The wild card here is of course the ability to increase the amount of fiber supplement injested. I'm not going to rehash the various levels of intake and the results it produces. It's different for all of us. You need to find what works for you. And it certainly takes time. A short desciption of what is in effect a typical preperation and the results produced. For a planned weekend (what I like to call 48/2) of diaper dependency, I begin on Wednesday night. A regular meal followed by a double dose of Metamucil. Thursday morning starts with another double dose. (2 heaping tbl spoons in 12 oz. of water) I continue this dossage after each meal for the rest of the day. Friday I increase it to a triple dose every 3 hours. By this time I'm bloated and extreemly uncomfortable. Ya think? By mid afternoon on Friday I make the bathroom off limits and begin 48 hours of complete diaper dependency. Results: Intense urgency and increased bowel pressure. Enormous volume coupled with at times, unexpected and near involuntary defecation. And frequency. I will inevidably poo my diapers every 3 hours. Sometimes I'm at home and sometimes I'm out and about. Thank God for diapers.It's an unbelievable thrill when an authentic accident occurs in public. The use of glycerin suppositories can add an element of helplessness. True incontinence? You be the judge. For absolute loss of control, I will sometimes take a few narcotic painkillers (constipating for me) to help calm my bowels. When they wear off and the urgency returns, I will use a liquid glycerin suppository to push me over the edge. The need for relief rules the day and surge after mighty surge piles uncontrolably into the seat of my diapers. One becomes a human softserve machine. Sweet. When I'm in the privacy of my own home I can sometimes be found sucking my thumb and carrying quite a load. Just like those wonderful diaper dependent, bedwetting days of my youth. Public adventures demand discretion. But at home I'm just a diapered bedwetter who had a big poo accident. Despite your desire to seek similar "production", I urge you to follow direction and go slow. This type of "extreem fiber loading" can in fact cause problems if rushed. Drink plenty of water and make sure your diaper supply is at the ready. Post the results. Jack

First, I've enjoyed filling my diaper since I was a diapered bedwetter. In the last few decades of my life I've experimented with various ways to enhance that most secret pleasure. I will state for the record that I don't like diarhea. And because of my dislike of runny poo I don't use ex-lax or other similar harsh laxatives. I also stay away from enemas. I've had a few for medical procedures but I've never used them recreationaly. I've always enjoyed 'natural' defecation and my experimentation led me to bulk producing fiber supplements. Metamucil has kept me regular for years and I don't suffer from 'roids or constipation. Aside from the practical benifits, it has really increased the volume, which to me is a very desirable effect. I also get a kick out of intense urgency and authentic involuntary defecation. Hmm. I wonder if when I've spent a few days "fiber loading" I could use something to push me over the edge. Ta da! Suppositories. I've used the typical glycerin bullets and find them to be extreemly effective. I've tried freezing them prior to insertion to delay the reaction until much later. This is fun to do when you know your bowels are full and you need to run some errands that will take you out of your comfort zone. These discreet diaper "adventures" have been more than delightfull. The natural desire to poop when you really have to go is intensified by a factor of at least 10. I could probably hold off release but for the stong push I get from the suppository. Like I said before, I enjoy extreemly large uncontrolled bowel movements. The fiber supplement provides the extreem bulk. The glycerin pushes me past my considerable ability to hold it. The results are an absolutly involuntary release and a positivly enormous volume. I think the liquid glycerin suppository injector provides the perfect blend of intense urgency and near immediate result. Poo consistency usually involves about a foot of semi-firm bulk which is followed by a mighty surge of unending "soft-serve". It makes my balls tingle. One additional benifit to fiber loading is the increase in frequency. I'm pretty regular in my everyday life. A couple substantial bm's every morning usually followed by a late morning monster that can occur with increased fiber/food intake. When I'm planning an extended diaper jag I will switch to extreem fiber loading, which if continued for 2 or 3 days turns me into a veritable soft-serve machine. This beautiful morning finds me enjoying the first day of a 3 day diaper dependency. 24/3 I like to call it. I will admit to being extreemly uncomfortable and bloated, the result of extreem fiber loading since Wednesday. So I stood on my patio in my wet night diapers watching the sun come up. When the natural urge progressed to the point of using herculean effort to resist release, I expertly worked my hand down the back of diapers and injected the 7.5 ml. of glycerin. Within seconds I was overcome by the building pressure. I experienced a severe involuntary contraction and felt a huge turd slide slowly into my diapers. I knew big boys waited to be taken out of their bedwetter diapers but it was truely an accident. Of enormous porportions. The subsequent mighty surge ballooned the back of my plastic pants, producing a bulge the size of a 16' softball. I'm now sitting here in bed, tapping away on my laptop to all of you. I will remain in these diapers until late morning as I gained only a small measure of relief from the first poo. I use an Abena x-plus under a kins cloth pull-up diaper under plastic pants. The perfect combination for security and capacity. I have long past the age of being a diaper dependent bedwetter. But the memories of authentic poo accidents in wet over-night diapers compells me to recreate the experience. So with my thumb in my mouth, I will say good bye and prepare for my next "little" accident. I'm sure there are a few poo-gasms in my immediate future. Jack

I've never been a big fan of loose stools so I avoid anything that I know might cause it. I have been filling my diapers for decades and in that time have experimented with ways to maximize the experience. I began using a bulk producing fiber supplement long ago on a physician's advise. Used daily I have enjoyed problem free elimination. The biggest benifit is that with manipulating the dossage I can increase the intensity of urgency, frequency and best of all the volume. Consistancy is semi-firm at the beginning and semi-soft to soft on subsequent bm's. With what I call "extreem fiber loading", I can expect to produce absolutly enormous volume over the course of 3 to 5 hours. In essanceI become a human "soft-serve" machine. If authentic incontinence is your thing (without harsh laxatives and diarhea), you can use a liquid glycerin suppository. Simply work your hand down the back of the diaper, insert the applicator stem and squeeze the bulb. This will cause a completly uncontrolable bm within minutes. For those that enjoy true adventure, insert a frozen "wax bullet" supossitory. By the time it warms and melts, the glycerin will cause a dramatic increase in urgency. It might render you incontinent when you least expect it. If the circumstance is right, I will fiber load while taking a few painkillers. These have a tendency to constipate me. After a few days of fiber therapy and vicodin I am completly full. The results defy the laws of physics. I remember some moms I know commenting on how amazing it is that their little baby can produce adult size poo. It's easy to do the same by fiber loading. One more bit of advise- make sure you are well diapered. Enjoy, Jack

I hate diarhea and unfortunately, most oral laxatives and enemas are a direct cause. Yea, and there's that habit forming thing too. I have spent the better part of the last few decades experimenting with diet and fiber supplements (like metamucil)and rarely suffer with loose stools. After the obligatory adjustment period (1 to 3 days for most), one can expect a more intense urge, managable consistancy and enormous volume. With a common sense approach to "extreem fiber loading", it is easy to create those large poops of our youth. One benifit not to be overlooked is the flexability. You want authentic incontinence? Fiber load for a few days and the laws of physics takes over. Planning a 3 day diaper dependent jag, fiber load for a week. For that extra added kick, use a liquid glycerin suppository on top of fiber supplement. The results are delightful. Jack

Angela, Back in '86 the newsletter was primative. The roster was a few pages at most and Tommy had yet to build the merchandise section. But it was the dawn of the AB/DL world as we know it today. In fact, it was there that the term ab/dl was coined. I was just a college kid trying to stay under the radar. While I was surprisingly content with my level of engagement at the time, I developed a hunger for more information and contact. In the beginning it was the diaper pail fraternity, but when it began attracting a few ladies and changed the name to diaper pail friends, I knew it was going to mean salvation for more people than just me. As time passed I followed dpf to the internet. Exploration led me to new locations and more content. DPF slowly faded from view as I discovered new and more economical sources for diapers and plastic pants. I would return to browse the roster but had little contact with the site otherwise. I don't remember any difficulties with dpf. To me it represented a very special time in my life. I was young and not a little confused. Inner conflict common with young diaper enthusiasts was tempered by Tommy's genuine efforts at advancing the cause. I credit his column with keeping me focussed on balance. And I certainly remember you and Don. It was a tighter community in those days. I'm well aware that you are familiar with the history. Reciting it was for the curious and to let the uninformed know that Tommy was the spirit of ab/dl. I'm sorry to hear things have degenerated. It will always have a special spot in my heart. What happened to Tommy? Rumours were he was terminal with an illness. He has to be in his 70's by now. My thoughts and prayes go out to him. He was one of the good guys. jack more content and I slowly

I'm a former diapered bedwetter and life-long diaper enthusiast. Several years ago I underwent a bowel resection. After a post-op complication I developed an urgency problem. Everything has healed and I'm normal in every way except for very intense bowel urgency. It usually only hits me in the morning when I'm just getting up. . Very seldom do I have accidents in public. I started wearing diapers to bed again after repeated accidents trying to reach the bathroom. It was easier to clean up a messy diaper than to clean the bathroom floor. My interest in and enthusiasm for diapers made acceptance much easier. It hasn't weakened my interests but in all honesty, It can be a drag when it happens and I'm not in the mood. Public accidents really suck. Thank God they are few and far between. I'm extreemly lucky in that my bm's are pretty normal. I don't get the runs anymore than anyone else. I attribute that to my internist's insistance that I use a bulk producing fiber supplement. The trade off is an increase in volume. Considering the alternatives, I'm cool with that. I live in the Chicago area and enjoy my independence. I have met a few ab/dl in the past but have adjusted to a more isolated existance. I know there are many like me that prefer a discreet enjoyment of the fetish. Let's face it, there aren't many females into this and hetero's simply prefer isolation. You gay ab/dl's are in the driver's seat there. I was lucky that my first meet was with a very cool gay guy. He was a teacher and was able to help me understand that for alot of us, we are more of a diaper-sexual when in fetish mode. The focus is on the diaper. Up until that point I had never had someone else touch my diapers. Or for that matter, I had never touched anyone elses diapers. It was a real thrill when he tenderly felt the bulge in the back of my diaper. And I was equally thrilled to feel the back of his. Especially when I could actually feel the back of his diaper expand. He moved back east after a few years of regular get togethers and I've only met one other ab/dl. He was a certified member of the lunatic fringe and had a few related psych problems. It was a bit too intense for me which is saying something. So, while I'm cautiously optimistic that there are others like me that could keep a grip on things, I will continue the present course. I am hopefull that some day I might find an equally balanced guy or girl that shares my need for discretion and privacy. We all have our own networks of family and friends. A diaper friend would accept that and focus instead on how special it is that 2 rational adults could indulge each other's own personal spin. My usual practice involves me trying to recreate the memories of my youth. I was a diapered bedwetter into my early teen years. I was one of three wetters in a family of 6 kids. There were diapers everywhere. My interest in messing my diapers evolved from my having poo accidents when my mom would keep us in our night diapers . She would ocassionally become frustrated and would try and shame us into stopping. That method was abandoned after there was no change in our wetting. But not before a couple of poop incidents hooked me. Feel free to contact me here or on aby or ru if you share my inclinations. In the mean time, I'll just sit here with my thumb in my mouth, waiting until I have to make a poo. jack

Pooping in public is rare for me. Mostly because I am fairly regular, with an early morning event or two. I am also fortunate that my issue is primarily urge. Long story short - a bowel resection and post-op complication led to severe urgency. My internist requested a consistant diet with bulk producing fiber supplements. As long as I follows recommendations my poo isn't runny. But it is rather large in volume, a fair trade off considering. While I have experienced a few public accidents, most of my bm's occur in the morning at home. Being ab/DL did not make real accidents any more appealing. I'm fully engaged socially and at work so wearing diapers around friends and associates is not desirable. But the mood strikes me fairly often and I have the freedom and means to indulge freely. With an adjustment in fiber intake, I can expect increased frequency, urge and volume. A perfect combination for acting out a fond memory of my bedwetter youth. On occasion, a discreet public adventure will include a massive load. Never a real problem when properly diapered, and a pure delight to boot. I enjoy the extra dimension of authentic incontinence. Common sense dictates precautions, and I'm always securely diapered. I can drop an enourmous load and most people wouldn't have a clue. I enjoy the fact that when I feel the urge hit, I know it will quikly overpower me. What fun.

Hi Sarah, Legitimate question. Our normal process was for the older child to leave his or her diaper in the diaper pail under the watchfull eye of mom. she would help the youngest and assist the older ones if neccessary. Remeber, there were diaper pins involved. At 8 years old, I was an "inbetween" and could manage. However, when mom's attention was on one of the little ones we would be asked to sit and watch tv until she could devote her attention to us. Poo accidents were rare. When we were told to wait for her, that's what we did. Big, crazy catholic family. You had to be there.

As a former diapered bedwetter, my "spin" on the fetish includes extended time completely diaper dependent. There were repeated incidences of being kept in diapers for a day or 2 after having a messy accident. My most special memory is of an incident when i was 8. A thumbsucking bedwetter watching tv after breakfast, waiting for mom to clear the table and tend to the younger 2 kids. I was one of 2 bedwetters so I had company being in a wet diaper. I asked to be first so I could poo in the bathroom but was told to wait while she managed 2 fussy siblings. A very intense urgency tortured me for a half hour before i filled my diaper with an absolutely enormous load. Diapered big sister teased me while I sat in shame. Mom was understanding but irratated. After clean-up i was diapered for the rest of the day and also, as was usual, prior to bedtime. It was also quite common to have another messy accident which would be handled with little fanfare. It was just a matter of being changed much like one of the younger ones. Occasionally, my big sister would be the one in daytime diapers so it was not uncommon to see a diapered youngster in the house during the day. There is something very special about having such a clear recollection of being in wet and sometimes messy diapers during the day. I remember being very aware of having no choice but to use my diapers. While at the time i felt ashamed, i don't remember it being an overly difficult time in my life. Perhaps because my mom was always very fare about it. As a retired nurse with 6 kids, it was more precautionary than punishment. So beginning last night, I will try to replicate that very special memory for the next few days. With some extreem fiber therapy and an abundance of holiday grub, I imagine my diapers will be put to use. So it is that this thumbsucking little boy will be completely diaper dependent. If anyone might be interested I will certainly update you on my journey. jack

i've always enjoyed a poopy diaper. common sense dictates a measure of discretion so bowel control is necessary when not wearing a diaper. we've all experienced the inadvertant load for any number of reasons. i find it at best inconvenient, at worst simply embaressing. i don't frequently venture out in public wearing diapers. when i am, i'm usually pretty good at taking the necessary precautions. so in this one instance i was securly but discreetly diapered with a perferated abena under a kins pull-up cloth diaper and comco plastic pants. i know it sounds too thick for discreet wear but it actually is quite stealthy. with dark baggy chinos and a long 1/4 zip pull-over i was protected for an all-day adventure. the adventure this memorable day was a 3 hour flight from chicago to florida. i was beginning a vacation that had been planned as a 5 day diaper dependent jag. strict 24/7 meant just that. the bathroom was for changing only. not wanting to have an in-flight messy diaper i had taken care of business prior to diapering for the flight. or at least i thought had. you see, i'm a regular user of metamucil. mostly for health reasons but as time wore on i took notice of the endless possibilities a bulking agent provides. my precaution that day had included 750 ml of hydocoden to calm the bowel. it usually works like a charm. i had breezed through security and was waiting the hour to board. i foolishly had my first ever breakfast burito at the concourse mcdonalds. i was actually quite surprised at how good it was. a half hour later i was heading toward the gate when the first wave of discomfort hit. i wasn't worried because it was mostly just a feeling of being full. i knew that once i was seated the hydocoden would kick in and i'd be fine for the next 5 hours. wrong. while waiting to board the full feeling evolved into a mild urgency but faded as soon as i was seated. now you have to remember here that being a regular user of bulking agents my system is consistantly full. being on a 5 day diaper jag i had consumed larger and more frequent dossages. without the medication i would have been having to go every hour or so. i thought that after my early morning poo and taking the hydrocoden i would be safe for the duration of the flight. after being in the air for 2 hours i realized how badly i had miscalculated. at the 2 hour mark i began to worry. the discomfort of being full was now an intense urgency. it was one of those times when you can actually feel how full you are. a deep, penetrating pressure that was turning painful. i closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. i hadn't really planned for this contingency. yea, i had my carry-on and everything needed for changing, but i certainly had not planned to be changing in an airline toilet. my mind was beginning to race as i tried to come to grips with the reality of the situation. ther was no way i could change my diaper on the plane. impossible. i would just have to gut it out. at the 2.5 hour mark i was in a full blown panic. the urge to poo and the utter fullness of my tummy was a constant reminder of my predicament. there would be no escape. i had somehow managed to get myself into the worst scenerio. 35,000 feet in the air and feeling like i was going to give birth. i quickly decided that i would have to make a run for the bathroom. i knew i would'nt be able to change but at least i could get in there for the actual event. any privacy at all would be better than letting go while seated and risking the chance of a poop so large my diaper might fail. i struggled from my window seat and made my way to the bathroom. my sphincter was quivering in a last ditch effort to prevent the inevidable. now i have to explain here that i love an urgency so bad that it becomes an authentic involuntary accident. true incontinence. but not here. not now. i always prided myself on controling at least the location. here i was just barely hanging on to what little control remained and nearing the moment which i usually love. but this was totally new. i didn't want to be that helpless. i arrived at the bathroom to find it occupied. figures. i looked around me while in full panic mode. nobody close but that did little to calm me as it became evident that the moment was at hand. a sharp pain was followed by an involuntary contraction and an enormous turd descended into my diaper. i tried to hide my face in case anyone was witnessing the event. the turd quickly ran out of room, folded over and slowly began to pile. after a good 10 seconds another contraction caused a mighty surge of semi-soft poop to spread up under my balls and slightly up my butt crack. this went on for what felt like an eternity. i imagined my diaper bulging out from the enormity of the poop. my face flushed with a combination of embarassment and utter relief. my bladder released and sent a warm wave of wetness into the front of my diaper. with a red face and a full diaper i returned to my seat, hopefull that only a small venting of stinky would fill the air around me when i sat back down. as i eased into my seat the enormous pile of poop spread softly against my skin. a small wave of stinky mde a delayed arrival and quickly dissapaited. a sweet but pugent fart that nobody aknowledged. i was numb with relief and my balls began to tingle. uncomfortable only in that i wasn't mentally prepared for sitting in a massive pile of poop on an airplane but happy that i finally had relief. my departure from the airport was uneventful. i calmly retrieved my rental car and headed for my condo and a change of diapers. the remainder of the week included 24/7 diaper dependency, numerous discreet public adventures and too many messy wet diapers to count. so yes, i've pooped my diapers when not intentioned. while i admit to completly enjoying the episode, i still shudder with embarassment at the thought of it. jack

i understand the concept of 24/7 as being totally dependent on diapers, with the only varible being the duration of dependency. i believe that very few of us are dedicated or obsessive enough to live a 24/7/365 lifestyle. it's just too difficult on so many levels. first and foremost, who has the time? and honestly, my interest begins to drift away to other more lofty pursuits. admittedly, i will only wear when i'm assured the time, privacy and security to complete the diaper cycle. by that i mean wearing long enough to have used them to the point that a change is necessary. the longest i've been completly diaper dependent was for a week. in that period i experienced a momentary decline in desire, usually after cleaning up from a "productive" session. i would think it's even more difficult if the individual is a hardcore ab. i rarely find enjoyment in prolonged roleplay. i realize we all put a different spin on how we enjoy the fetish, so i'm sure there are a few people who can maintain interest. i have a history of diapered bedwetting in my youth so as you might imagine, i try and recreate some of those magical moments. with 5 kids in the family and 3 of us wetting the bed at one time or anothr, diapers were used as a common sense approach to managing the issue. minor teasing aside, it was handled in a tender and understanding way. despite the practical use of diapers to minimize wet beds, on several occassions they were imposed as a kind of "benign" punishment. from time to time my mom would grow desperate with one or more of us and insist on daytime wearing in a misguided effort to encourage better control. as we all know, the need for diapers could not be dictated and would decline in it's own sweet time. it was during this daytime diapering that i would have to consciously use my diapers. i remember trying desperatly to maintain a clean and dry diaper only to have a truly authentic accident. we were usually changed when found to be poopy, but i quickly became an expert on avoiding detection. so there lies the beginnings of what has turned out to be a life-long love affair with all things diaper. my attempts at 24/7 dependency are directly related to those early years. it's just that now i've grown in a way that other interests and responsabilities demand equal attention. i'm lucky to enjoy a measure of freedom when it comes to indulging these pleasures of my youth. but it's those other interests that create a personal balance and distraction as i suspect they do for countless others. so it is that i believe few have the desire for fulltime diaper dependency. i will however qualify that belief by saying a dedicated attendant, who delights in keeping their little one happy, could make 24/7 much more appealing. jack

i've been experimenting for years on producing authentic bowel incontinence without any harmful side affects. by far the following procedure works 100% of the time. i begin by laying out the plans. time-table, diet and protection. since volume and consistancy are important to me ( i like multiple, enormous semi soft poops ), i start days in advance a strict fiber therapy program. i use it every day anyway ( program recommended by physician after diverticulitis related bowel resection surgery) so it's just a matter of increasing the frequency and dossage. my systems already adjusted so i just start pounding it in 4 to 6 times a day. yes, there is a feeling of bloat and heaviness, but thats all going to be taken care of. the results vary dependig on food intake and exersize. if you injest that much psyllium without getting a good aount of activity your system will bog down and become sluggish. the protection is custumized according to social situation. i'm currently in the midde of a 3 day diaper jag. 24/7 total dependency. by dependency i mean i have be pooping about every 30 minutes for the first hours of the morning and then about every 2 or 3 hours. all with rapid onset of intense urgency. sometimes i'm at home and sometimes out and about. this morning i'm in an abena x-plus, perferated to allow drainage or overflow into my outer diaper. since last night it's been a cloth pull-up from kins. i can always change the otter diaper if it becomes too wet. i admit that when wet this combination swells but it always remains mostly undetectable with the right clothing. i suppose i should get to the part on how to go that one step further and achieve tue incontinence. it'sreally not as complicated as it sounds. in an effort to "quiet" the usual early morning urges i took a steady dose of hydrocodone (vicadin). my system was completly packed but the urgency had not quite awakened. i got up and began to immedeatly "attach" the equipment. a large syringe connected to a long, sterilized, thin plastic tube. the syringe was pre-filled with fleets liquid glycerin harvested from their miniture bulb type syringes. this morning i had my syringe filled with 3 of the fleet dossages. i inserted the tube about 5 inches and taped the tube at my waist line. the syringe was attached to afford convenient access. ding. the coffee was ready right on time. i dressed in some baggy shorts, a loose fitting polo and a long hoody that came down to hide my diaper bulge. i grabbed the coffee and walked down thehill to the lake. the condo association finished putting the pier in yesterday so i went down to check it out. onceat the end of the pier i reached in and pushed the plunger. the injection of liquid glycerin 5 or 6 inches up in your rectum works instantly. the vicadin had allowed me to store a metric ton of poop and now i was sending a wake up call to my bowels. it was 6:30 and the sun was just above the horizon. some ducks and geese swam qiuetly in the calm waters. the temp was a cool 45 degrees. all that peace and serenity was shattered by a very intense urge. the kind tat would send you into extreem panic if you were waiting to board a plane. ah, but my wet diapers bulging comfortably between my legs was ready. i resisted for all of 3 minutes. the need for release was overpowering. a sudden involuntary contraction shook me and an enormous poop began to slide into my diapers. at that point you just relax and go along for the ride. it was just firm enough to retard the flow rate. it felt as big as a coke can and must have been a foot and a half long. it spread slowly up under my balls and slightly back. the process had taken about 2 minutes. heaven. i walked back up the hill with a warm soft mass settled snuggly in my diapers. so here i sit with my wet messy diaper, sharing one of just the many ways you can achieve nirvana. i feel some more "business" getting ready so i'll sign off now. remember, don't drink the koolaid. jack

the general public may not understand our reasons for delighting in a fully loaded diaper or enjoying pictures and videos of same. whatever the law states, it won't stop access to "messy" material. and while i prefer not to be a test case, the aclu is known for pushing the issue when it comes to exercising our freedom of expression, even when that expression may be unpopular. somebody give larry flint a call. he'll set'm straight. jack

I'm still experiencing sporadic severe urgency since a bowel resection a few years ago. I had a small portion of my decending colon removed and for some reason I developed occasional severe urgency post op. I wear at night for semi-regular bedwetting (~ 3 x week ) and seem to have most of my messy accidents in the morning. For the first few months i would be awakened by an intense urge to poop and in a panic rush off to the bathroom in an effort to reach the toilet. Repeated failures left me frustrated, exhausted, and depressed from having to clean up the scene of the disaster. While I enjoy the occasional load in my diapers under controled circumstances, these accidents were disturbing and time consuming to clean up after. As part of my recovery and healthy lifstyle I've been using metamucil to maintain a smoothly operating bowel. The increased fiber in my diet has produced the desired function but has also increased frequency, intensity of urge and volume. On days when I'm in "kid in diapers" mode, this is a desired attribute. But on days when I'm trying to get up and going in adult mode, it's served only to take most of the fun out of it. To anwser your question, yes. I decided to stop the mad dash to the toilet and the subsequent disaster that often results. I think the real question here is whether I'm being lazy or am I being smart to avoid the frustrating mess. The anwser to that is I'm using the convenience of my diapers to be smart. I get a much more restful sleep knowing I will not be faced with such a "shitty" way of waking up. I know that alot of people with bowel incontinece suffer from loose stools and I'm thankful that my fiber therapy keeps me solid and smoothly running. Because of the enormous volume I've had to resort to a more efficient diapering system but I can live with that. I'm sure I'm not the only one using my diapers for convenience. I prefer to think of it as theraputic over convenient. When I think back to those difficult mornings I much prefer a load in my diapers than on the floor, on the toilet and on me.

i've enjoyed loading my diapers since i was a bedwetter. my mom would sometimes get frustrated with my wetting and make me stay in my wet night diaper until lunch time. the first time she did this i lasted for nearly 3 hours. i just couldn't hold it anymore. it was an enormous poop and i felt so ashamed and embarassed. but for some reason it made my privates tingle. a monster was born. i was only 9 but i remember like it was yesterday. now days i never change a diaper unless it's messy. yes, it's inconvenient and sometimes difficult. i really don't think about any of that. i have had my diaper changed by another and i highly recommend it.

i don't want t get rosie mad so i'll follow her instuctions. my name is jack and i'm from chicago. inside info: a former bedwetter (until i was 13), life-long diaper enthusiast and recovering incontinent (severe urgency after bowel resection - preventive removal of small section). i have to be honest and say that while i rather enjoy messy diapers, the inconvenience of not knowing when can prove to be extreemly difficult in more ways then you can count. i consider myself completly average, well adjusted, moderatly successful and socially active. i joined to engage in intelligent conversation, meet friends and enjoy the sense of community. i hope i can be helpful and ocassionaly entertaining.