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Wetnmessy: We've all heard about your escapades in soggy, bursting-with-fecal matter diapers. No need to go into that; we're all familiar with you and your unhygienic state of existence. You are always complaining about the fact that most people here think you're a troll, making up outrageously puerile public poop stories just to annoy us, to get under the skins of we ABs or DLs that -- golly! -- confine our messing within the private confines of our own homes. You insist that you are genuine, that this is a real way of life for you and that how other people perceive you is of no consequence or concern to you whatsoever. So, perhaps you wouldn't mind proving it? I'm sure, like most technically savvy young people, you have some kind of video recording device. A palm-sized camcorder or a cell phone with a vid-recording facility? Just film yourself in your nearest mall, WalMart, supermarket, Subway shop, wherever, for two or three minutes and that should suffice for us to determine the reaction people have to your presence. Wear a hoodie and dark glasses if you're worried about being revealed, just let us see that lumpy behind of yours, in a public setting, complete with the requisite finger-pointing, laughing, recoiling and gagging that must ensue whenever you venture out among other human beings. And, at long last, we will all know that you're for real. So, what do you say, you up for the challenge?

Rather unfortunate that, er ... one certain other who makes his presence more than felt on his forum, doesn't exercise the same consideration as you.

Ugh. That's failure I'm quite happy to live with.

It seems to me, Newreno, that if "poop substitute" doesn't do it for you, and you want to actually poop, then it really is a matter of coming to terms with hanging around a bit in a poopy diaper. As I say, taking a poop in your diaper is a big step and you've done that, so you've just got one big step left. Good luck and let us know how you got on!

Call up your local carpet/upholstery cleaning business and say that you crapped the hell out of your mattress and can they clean it. Failing that, you might consider contacting your nearest psychiatric ward and ask their advice on how to manage attention-seeking bullshit disorder.

LOL!!! Doesn't exactly come as a huge surprise to me either!

I don't care to see others' poop. I like my own poop, when it comes in the form of plump and semi-firm logs, but that's because it came from me. I don't care to deal with anyone else's. I especially don't care for diarrhea or runny poop. That doesn't interest me at all. If I'm having a bad week, gut-wise, and I know my poop isn't firm and smells absolutely toxic, there's no way I'm having it in my diaper. Yuck! I couldn't watch a scat video. Squishing a bit of firm poop around one's butt while wearing a diaper is one thing. But watching it come out of an anus and seeing people smearing it all over each other is another!

You're halfway there already by pooping in your diaper. The impulse to get immediately out of it is understandable, it's a natural revulsion you feel, but you have to overcome that. There's no sense in pooping yourself deliberately if you won't get any enjoyment out of it. Force yourself to stay in the pooped-in diaper for five minutes. Walk around a bit and try to get into the wonderful sensation of that lump in the back. Reach around a give the back of your diaper a few pats; really try to appreciate that load. Then, a bigger challenge, sit down in it and just sit still for a while. Once you're used to that, squish it around your bum a bit. It's too lovely to be put into words. I had to overcome the revulsion at first, but now I think there's nothing better than a plump log (or two) of poop to smell, feel at the back of my diaper and sit in. It's definitely worth the effort you put into overcoming the inital disgust.

Good question, Curious One ... Well, even though I'm not an AB, I loved stuffed animals. So does my wife. So our apartment is filled with them. We have loads. Mostly squirrels and dragons. I'm attached to a stuffed animal in particular, a two-foot high red dragon that I call Boston (not just because that's where I'm from, but for the dragon character in the on-line comic strip Boston & Shaun!). I cuddle her and sleep with her every day, and *blush* even have sexual feelings for her. And I have feelings of affection for several other of the stuffed animals we've got around here. As I say, I'm not an AB, so my desire for and attachment to stuffed animals is probably the result of me being a Furry. But nevertheless, they are very important to me, and I particularly love cuddling them while dressed only in a diaper!

I completely agree. But men are a product of the hypocritical society they're born into. We're bred to have no personality and no sensitivity, and if we've got either and don't get in a fight at least once a month, there's something "girly" about us. Women are just as bad as men themselves in perpetuating and continuing this image of men; women want "tough guys" and so guys follow suit, like the sheeps that they are because they are led primarily by the apendage in their pants and not their brains, which most of them have never been encouraged to use. (Only women, these days, are allowed to be brainy.) At the same time, society seems to bemoan the negative behavior of testosterone-laden men, and we're made fun of as numb, dumb machines in sitcoms too numerous to name and women complain that we're not emotional enough -- and yet, YET, society still does nothing in terms of encouraging boys to be peaceful and personable. Once society establishes something as the "norm," and for men it's got to be dumb and grunty and square-jawed, you've got to follow suit or expect a rough life.

Awww, your wife sounds like such the sweetest mommy. I'm happy for you that she's so understanding and you can be your girly, babyish self around her. Hope you two had a good anniversary.

Because Glendl was having fun with his mommy in the privacy of his own house on his day off, and I'm sure he doesn't constantly walk around with a load in the back. He was having a fun day, doing what turned him on, not harming anyone nor forcing others to smell him. It is perfectly normal to feel sexual about this -- he is living out a fantasy for real and it caused him sexual excitement. Perfectly normal. I can totally understand why he'd want to masturbate. The combination of a lumpy poop in the back and girly clothing would be erotic to me as well -- and you can bet that I'd masturbate! It's his own business if he wants to masturbate, cross-dress and poop in his diaper. Again, you're showing off your incredible intolerance. People must never be gay (not that Glendl is; I'm going on what you've had to say about it in the past), nor engage in transvestism nor even sexualize things in your world. In your world, there is only constant shitting allowed and going out in public and scratching like a monkey because your upper legs and buttocks are rotting away from the poop they're constantly exposed to. That makes me ask, "what's the deal?" Believe me, mate, none of us are worried about Glendl.

W&M, no-one mentioned the damn ruler. I'm not the only one who can't believe that anybody wants to be as unhygienic down below as you are. It's astounding. God Almighty, I can understand why people might love to sit in their own poop, if it's for a very limited amount of time and they clean up thoroughly afterwards. After all, that's why this sub-forum exists; to talk about the thrill and enjoyment that messing gives us. But poop contains harmful bacteria, like E. Coli, that will endanger your life by coming into contact with OPEN sores! Sores that, by the way, were caused by your insistence on constantly being messy. W&M, would you die for the sake of being messy? Actually, forget I asked that: nothing would probably please you more than to be buried with a week's worth of crap in your pants. "Messy at my own funeral? CHECK!"

Dude, it's your aforementioned constant exposure to fecal matter causing the itch. Your skin just cannot take such prolonged exposure to bacteria-rich bodily waste. It's got nothing to do with the weather.

"The mental block is this: I'm 26. So should I really be messing my diapers?" That would be the best way of expressing it. Maybe she's deliberately trying to look babyish, to reflect the spirit of her wanting to regress. Doesn't make it any easier, though, to bear witness to bad grammar and lack of punctuation. And anyone who can't use apostrophes certainly won't be using a colon. (She won't even use her colon to poop herself with!)

Was going to eat ... but read Jonathon's most enlightening post first (I had to; it was like a car crash) ... and now I'm not hungry anymore.

The rules list would be ignored unless DD administrators policed it and deleted all such troll posts. Somehow I don't see that happening. I think what DD needs is another section for those who love to hang out in public in poopy diapers. Then all the walking stinkbombs can congregate there and discuss with each other how many pairs of diapers they wore, how low-slung their pants were to reveal their diapers, how badly they smelled in McDonald's or on the bus, how many people recoiled at them, and what good little babies they are.

I know I'm not the only one who's thinking, "Wait ... He's worried about sounding perverted?!"

Sure looks that way! I agree with what Tryrace wrote here though, that you cannot be certain that they are doing the things they say or if they are just getting off by posting their fantasies as fact on this forum. The whole theme of getting excited by being embarrassed or humiliated in public situations (especially by teenage girls or young women) is unfortunately as widespread as it is annoying. I'm a member of a trash bag forum too, the purpose of which is to discuss why we like wearing bags (in the privacy of our own homes) because we love the feel and scent of the plastic, but you get these morons coming on with their "Ooh, I had two girls from next door tie me up in a bag and deposit me in the garbage and they were laughing and calling me 'garbage boy' the whole time!" I'm sick of these people.

It's understandable, Kari. It's not for everyone. I'm actually a clean freak myself; it's just that the erotic experience of having that lump at the back and sitting in my poop is too great to ignore, but clean-up really is involved. It's cool that you have the desire to be stinky & squishy, you identify with the desire to be messy, but if you can't actually go through with it, no big deal. Not everyone can comfortably poop themselves. You can try to minimize the smell and speed up the clean-up progress as others have already suggested if that's the only thing holding you back. But, again, don't worry about it. Hopefully, you'll keep reading this section to read about others' messy experiences. Well, must dash ... time to poop.

Wetnmessy: The more I've thought about it, the more I've seen why you have such a bad reputation. I praised you with a comment on your profile page for being such an enthusiastic soiler. But I didn't realize at the time I wrote it that you were into doing it in public so often. Like Pudding said in the "Hot Dogs" topic, I felt you were getting a bad deal here simply for perhaps being a bit over-the-top with your observations on messing. But, like her, I've begun to see a side of you I didn't previously interpret. What's really made me think twice about you is your audacity in comparing genocide to people's disapproval of you going out and about with messy diapers. That takes nerve. We're "proud" to be stinky & squishy because we like messing with our own poop in private. We enjoy reading stories of other people's poopie-filled diapers. We don't wish we were there to be exposed to them. I've found that this sub-forum is about supporting and understanding others' enjoyment of being in their own poop in private or with a Mommy or Daddy that understands and, of their own choosing, doesn't mind dealing with their messy diapers. It's a place to share with like-minded folks, not the general public. We don't believe in poop-related exhibitionism. I can be raunchy in my descriptions sometimes, but I am talking about my own private playtime. I believe, in the past, that I've made it clear how much I value the clean-up process (because it's so time-consuming for me) and that I am always in a hygienic state whenever I've not pooped myself. I like looking clean and the only smell I plan on emitting in most non-private-poop-play situations are my own natural pheromones which, of course, is beyond my control. Furthermore, it is rather odd how you expect others to deal with your crap but you can't deal with that of others'. People who have anal sex, if they're of any intelligence at all, use condoms! They don't get shit on their dick. Besides, you assume that everyone must be as messy-assed as yourself. It is possible to go up someone's anus and NOT come back out having suddenly attained a brown patina on their condom-covered cock. I know -- I've performed anal sex before and I'm not ashamed of it. It's very pleasurable. Anal sex, or liking anal activities like rimming or fingering, is actually quite normal adult sexual behavior, though understandably, no-one talks about it. But then they don't much talk about sex period, for good reason. Because it's best left private, in your own home, behind closed doors -- just like wearing poop-filled diapers! You do have a touch of homophobia about you -- or at the very least, seem to totally disregard the need and the right of gays to derive sexual pleasure from each other -- and it mkakes you sound terribly unenlightened.

You know, it's one thing to want to take a walk around the neighborhood at night, or a very early-morning run, in a messy diaper, because there's nobody much about, you're not lingering around them even if they do catch a brief whiff of you. You're in the open air. It's fun from a purely fantasy viewpoint. You're outside on the pavement and walking around "in public," even if there's not much of the public to encounter you. This I can understand and I'm fine with it. But to get on crowded buses or subway trains, or wander around the supermarket (the supermarket is where people select and purchase their food!) or any other store, or especially a fast-food joint, is inconsiderate. I'm all for the pleasures of enjoying one's own poop -- I would never argue against that, provided you're tactful about it and enjoy it privately or with someone else who WANTS to be exposed to your poop and its stink. But wanting to be in the supermarket or on a bus while messy and stinky, with a noticeably bulging diaper underneath your pants, is a vile form of exhibitionism. Most people do not consider poop -- especially someone else's! -- sexy and of a pleasurable smell. So what are you gaining from being in public that way? I still have yet to hear this one adequately explained.

My sentiments exactly. Pooping yourself is meant for the privacy of your own home, and if you're going to share it, it's got to be with someone else who appreciates it: a fellow soiler or a scat fetishist. But then, I don't expect much from anyone who eats McDonald's "food." I like crap coming out of my butt, not going into my mouth.

Sorry, Blackout, I forgot to say that I agree with what a few others have said here. You don't need validation from us. Be brave and explore this yourself -- THEN let us know your thoughts. You won't come to any harm by messing yourself. Just poop in your diaper and be willing to give it five minutes. If you're not comfortable with it, that's fine -- you weren't meant to be a soiler. BUT, if you do feel something positive from it, don't ignore that. You'll have to be willing to try it a second, then a third time (on separate occasions, of course!) to make sure. But if you feel a desire to poop yourself, despite any discomfort it may at first make you feel, then you are a soiler and you will grow to love it and look forward to any opportunities you have to enjoy your own poop in your diaper.

As much as I began to entertain, then love the idea of pooping myself, I found that when I actually did it purposely for the very first time in my adult life, I felt deeply embarrassed, even though no-one was around to witness it. I felt flushed and disgusted. After half-a-minute, I began to really enjoy it as the perverted sexual pleasure I thought it would be -- the lump and the smell and the sitting down in it really grew on me -- and I knew, having gotten past the first time, I would be OK with it and want to do it more. But those first few moments, before the sexual aspect of it took over, really did make me feel uncomfortable.