Plasticbutt

LOL! My wife, cute as she is, can be just as bad sometimes. She's downright shameless with her farts (in the privacy of our own home), but hey, we're as bad as each other and equality is the motto of our household. But I still think, as you do, "alright, could you be even the least bit more feminine about this?!" I swear though, sometimes I'll get the pants scared off me by a very sudden and LOUD trombone blast from her!

I agree with Letluvsrool: please don't take your animal-hating agenda into this forum. No-one cares. We're talking about people filling their diapers for reasons of regression or sexual pleasure. You can think whatever you like about that, but no-one mentioned cats and I don't expect to hear cats mentioned again. Find an anti-cat forum to spew your hatred on with other owners of small minds and leave this forum to its intended purpose.

I usually poop myself while sitting on the toilet. I know that's really ironic, but it's just the most natural place for me to poop, whether I plan on filling my diapers/briefs or not.

It's only unhealthy if you sit around in poop for too long. An hour or two is fine. A thorough shower and some antibiotic cream up the bum if needed and no worries.

It's a fallacy to think that a stinky, squishy & proud member's abode stinks. Most of us take pre-cautions against that. I do anyway. One, I never stay in my poop for too long. Two hours at the absolute most. Two, there's never any leakage because both my diapers and vinyl briefs (whichever I happen to be wearing) are great at preventing that. Three, I sit on a trash bag on the computer chair, the floor or in bed so that the sheets, carpet or chair has no residual smell. Four, my vinyl briefs are thoroughly rinsed and then machine-washed; as for diapers, I bury them deep in the garbage and I empty the rubbish twice a week. If these sort of precautions are taken, there's no reason why a poop lover's house should stink. Mabye some do. But mine never does.

Not if your plastic pants are clear, as mine are. Never any staining on those.

As Square Duck says, plastic pants are machine washable. Sometimes I'll poop in just the plastic pants themselves; I'll rinse them throughly after clean-up and then wash them with the laundry. Neither they nor any of the other clothes have any undesirable smell afterwards. Fair enough if you're not fond of plastic pants to begin with, but I've crapped in my vinyl briefs loads of times, no diaper even, and I've had no problems.

This is a good idea, Rusty Pins. Especially as I LOVE being wrapped up in plastic. It's a nice idea be poopy and wrapped in plastic at the same time, and if it makes clean-up any easier, then bravo. ONLY thing is, for me and others here, actually having the poop against the skin, getting "natural" with it, is an important part of the soiling experience. But for those who like dropping a load but don't want a long clean-up, the wrap is a very good idea.

I just took a poop in the toilet, thinking that it was going to be sloppy, but as I felt it slide through and out my poop chute, I knew I'd made a mistake. It turned out to be a small, but plump and firm log and would have sat nicely in my vinyl briefs. It smelled lovely -- just a normal average poop smell, nothing rancid. It was perfect, apart from the fact that it could have been larger. I would have loved to squish that baby all over my butt, legs and genitals. But alas, I think that's it for pooping for me for the next few hours anyway. All I have to remind me of that cute little poop it is the residual smell as I sit here unwiped. **SIGH** I'm going to pout over that poopie all day! Anybody have a similar experience of wasting a perfectly good poop, not realizing how orgasmic it'd turn out to be?

Well, I'm married and I have the true gift of an open-minded and accepting wife. I have other fetishes beyond soiling myself, and she doesn't mind any of them. However, I fear I may not be able to share the poop with her (or her with me), so to speak. I once joked to her that I would LOVE to have a dragon poop on me (I wuv dwagons!), and she said, "Oh come on, you're not into SCAT, are you?" I laughed, said no, and that was the end of it. But her reaction was enough to warn me never to share this with her. It would disgust her, I know it. But I'm fine with it. I love just being in my own poop when I've got the place to myself, and it helps having this forum to come to. And if I should one day meet another soiler in the flesh, then all the better: a friend to drop a load into my pants and hang out with! But until -- IF -- that ever happens, I must mess in private.

Ooh, running with a load back there! I haven't done that yet, but I fantacize all the time about it -- and one day soon, I will! I imagine the sensation of feeling the poop with every pound of the pavement has got to be a lovely thing!

Well, if poop is not your thing, then you may never be "comfortable wallowing in your own stew." There are two categories to the stinky, squishy & proud crowd, or so I've found: One, ABs who want the whole regression aspect, as pure as it can be; and two, DLs who simply love to mess their diapers for erotic and/or cathartic reasons. For me, it's about loving -- genuinely loving -- my own poop. If it's firm and smells like poop should -- not rancid, but definitely odiferous -- then I want it resting back there, to feel and to sit in. It's a pleasure that is hard to describe, but I think what turns me on is that it's so nasty, I can't help but be excited by it. It's just fun for me, and more than a few others here, to sit in and squish around and smell poop. Speaking for myself, it's definitely a sexual thing. It turns me on. Therefore, it's easy for me to wallow in my own stew. Clean-up is a bitch, I can't pretend that it isn't. But you usually don't need to clean anything other than yourself. The diapers or vinyl pants that I wear hold the poop in really well. And I cover the chair (or the floor when I watch cartoons) with a trash bag. Being stinky & squishy is not for everyone, of course. All I can tell you is that if it doesn't feel right, if you're horrified by the act of pooping yourself, then it's not for you. Still, good luck with the regression thing and I hope you prove me wrong by accepting the pleasures of poop!

I'm not quite sure what I can suggest to make it a memorable occasion -- the first time deliberately pooping yourself is memorable enough. Anyway, just get up the guts to poop (forgive the pun) in your diaper; drop a load in there, see how it feels and force yourself to keep it there for five minutes. It won't kill you. If the desire is there, it's simply a matter of overcoming the quite silly panic of pooping yourself. In a public place, maybe the panic is justified. In the privacy of your home, it's not. That's all I can tell you. If you do manage it, and like it, it would be great to have you as an enthusiastic and experienced member of this room!

What are people's favorite activities (if any) to do once they've pooped their diapers? I like to stand in the kitchen for a while, with the poop just sitting there unmolested at my backside, doing the dishes or putting a wash on. Then, I like to throw a short Secret Squirrel-like trenchcoat on, while still wearing my poop-filled diaper, and watch cartoons, especially Secret Squirrel himself! (I wub Secwet Squiwwel and de Pocket Dwagons too! )And I take extreme pleasure in that first SQUISH when I sit down on the floor in front of the TV. And then, of course, I'll sit at the computer a while, squirming around in the chair to really spread the poop about. It's always such fun ; I only wish I could do it more often.

Krissy, if you get a mental block when you comtemplate sitting in your poop, that's understandable. If we were to go back only one year, I would probably have the same problem. I only got into poop play very recently, in July. For me, it was just reading all the stories of DL's pooping their diapers, sitting in it, how much they loved having it be back there, etc. Something clicked, and it got to the stage where I wanted to try this so badly that I overcame the "ewww" I would initially feel. Now I sigh happily and contentedly whenever I poop myself. Eat a fiber-rich meal, like oatmeal or bean soup. Take a brisk walk or a run. Then drink a cup of strong coffee. Put on a diaper, be patient and await the forthcoming result. Then, when it's time, take your poop. Don't back out, just be brave and take your poopie in your diaper. And see how you feel then. Walk around your place a bit with the poopy diaper on and see if, after a few minutes, you can bring yourself to sit down. Maybe you still won't be able to. Some diaper-messers love waddling around a bit with a pooped-in diaper but not sitting in it, and that's fine. After all, squishing poop all over your bum and upper thighs is not for everyone. But always remember, no-one is asking you to sit in anyone else's poop -- I couldn't do that either! It's your own poop; it came from you. It's not as terrible as part of your brain is making you think.

You should do it more often if it brings you such stress relief! It's amazing what our naughty little activities can do for us. I know that every single morning, after getting home from work (yes, I work nights), I will do something fetish-wise that will relax me totally and completely. I start looking forward to it on the bus home; I just want to get in the door and get it on. Whether it's wearing a trash bag, my vinyl pants, taking a poop in either, or getting into bed with newspapers covering me, it's helps me to relax by having that fetishistic activity going on.

Well, I will wear vinyl briefs on their own and take a poop in them. The smell combination of poop and plastic is lovely. I have also noticed the same thing with pooping in a trash bag leotard.

I agree with everyone else here -- it's an inadvisable idea. It's lovely having pounds of poo to sit in, but it's best if all the poop is fresh. Playing with old poop is asking for trouble. I've never gone longer than two hours in poop. Anything beyond that and I need to clean up. I love the experience, but two hours is my limit.

Yikes, restlessfox! Diarrhea in a diaper is no fun. I like firm poopies back there, but diarrhea I leave to the toilet! I guess this is an advisement against castor oil! Better just stick to Metamucil for messing experiences.

At least you tried it. But pooping yourself has to be fun -- you need to have the satisfaction of having poop in your diaper. I understand that chlorophyll can help take away some of the smell if you're not into the scent. You have to LOVE having a poopie in your diaper, love the fact that it's sitting there by your backside. Like some others here, I enjoy taking it further by sitting in it and smelling the fumes it gives off, but the biggest kick is just feeling it come out and fill up the diaper. Clean-up is arduous for me too. I can easily spend an hour cleaning and freshening up both the apartment and myself after having some poop play. So I know where you're coming from there. But if you didn't get any personal satisfaction from pooping yourself, I'd say it's probably not for you. If you still enjoy the thought of it, that's at least something.

Same here. Eyes water a little, a few sobby breaths ... that's it. No full-on crying. I'm a male, therefore I'm extremely uncomfortable with it.

As you say, I suppose there are only so many poopy-panted stories one can share, but I will continue to contribute if I have any particularly rich experiences. The problem is, as noted, the contingent of lurkers who won't contribute any posts or replies of their own. All they want is to remain silent and get off on the stories of others.

This is along the lines of what I'm thinking of doing sometime: Poop in my plastic briefs and go for an early weekend-morning run -- when people are rarely seen or heard from. That way, I'm outside, "in public," but I'm not really subjecting anyone to the stink. Still, I'll have the satifaction of running through the park and along the pavements while enjoying the satisfaction of having a load in back. I agree with Brutal that it's not right to subject others to it. I love my own poop, but not that of strangers. Since I don't fart in places or situations where it would be obvious that it was me, I certainly wouldn't have poop in my pants during such times.

Now THAT is definitely a great thought with regard to soiling! I completely agree.

I'm just two weeks shy of my 40th birthday, so I'm not so young as others here, but until relatively recently, I wasn't into pooping in my pants. I wasn't into poop at all. I wasn't even wearing diapers. I'd always loved plastic, for many years, and suddenly the idea of wearing plastic briefs, then plastic-padded diapers, occurred to me. Then, shortly after joinning the DD forum, I started reading threads where some DLs told of taking poops in their diapers. Something CLICKED, big-time. I thought that was the kinkiest thing I'd ever read about. The more I thought about it, the more turned-on I became by it. Then, naturally, I had to try it. Needless to say, I loved it even more; I totally got off sitting in and smelling my own poop. It is a sexual experience for me as well as a sensual one whenever I have a load in my diapers or vinyl briefs. I guess what goes through my head, initially, is "I can't believe I'm doing this." But then, it very soon becomes, "Oh, that's nice!" It's amazing too, because I'm quite a neat-freak -- I like things clean and orderly, so naturally I take precautions: I spread a trash bag over the chair when I sit down in my poop, and clean-up in the bathtub is time-consuming and rigorous. But, to be honest, I think pooping in my diapers or briefs is a bit of a release from my neatness and anal-retentiveness. It's why I have a trash fetish too: I love playing around with dry trash, it's the opportunity to create a mess, but one that, if I'm careful with it, can be cleaned up with no ill effects on my living space or arrangements. It's my way of letting loose and having fun, independent of the prissy neat-freak that lives inside me. So, two reasons basically: (1) Pooping myself is kinky and sensual, and (2) it's a bit cathartic.