Spanky

I had a chance to be diapered today. I was doing some chores around the house and had wet a few times. Then I went down the basement. I felt the urge to fart, so I did. Well, it was a lot more than a fart. A little bit mess slipped out. I figured, oh well, and continued to poop. Really runny and felt really good. Then I went back to my chores.

Billy's mom had some pizza for us for lunch. I grabbed a few pieces and a big glass of iced tea. We were all really thirsty after playing out in the hot summer sun. As we ate, I watched Billy's dad going around and around the back yard on his new lawn tractor mowing the grass. I was fascinated by his new mower and wished that I could ride it. I got one more piece of pizza and another glass of tea. My attention remained focused on Mr. Jones mowing while we finished lunch. After lunch, I felt the urge to pee, so I went and to the bathroom. We all thanked Mrs. Jones for lunch and headed back outside. We went back to shooting hoops, but I was still focused on Mr. Jones and his new mower. Mr. Jones pulled up by the garage and shut the mower deck off, but left the engine running. He got off of the tractor and mentioned how hot it was. I need something to drink and headed into the house. I didn't know why, but I decided to get on the tractor. I was fascinated by it and just wanted to sit on it. It was an awesome machine and felt great sitting up on it. I looked down at the pedals. I knew that I shouldn't, but I decided to step on the forward pedal. I thought that I'd just move it a little bit. I pushed down on the pedal and the tractor really took off. I panicked and didn't know what to do. The tractor took off and it ran right into the side of the garage.

Homebrewing is fun and the beer turns out great. Like others have said, make sure to sanitize everything.

Sitting in a nice wet and really messy diaper right now. Came home from work and really had to go. Wasn't sure if I'd be able to hold it until I got a diaper on. I did hold it and got a diaper on and really filled it up. It was a big load. Poop covers most of my butt cheeks and it feels sooo good. I'm going to sit here, have a few beers and enjoy this messy diaper. We all go, why not enjoy the go, so I am.

Electrician.

I'm six and refuse to be potty trained. Mommy said that she would paddle my butt black and blue if I don't start using the potty. Well, I just pooped and peed my pants again.

My skin is pretty tough. Personally, I can stay in a wet and messy diaper for hours and hours without a problem. I not incontinent and don't have to wear 24/7 either, so if a rash does start to develop, it heals very quickly. Thanks for reading.

Great story so far.

I filled out the ear tag and tagged my buck. Then Dad and I dressed out the deer. By the time we had the deer all gutted out, some of the excitement of the day was wearing off and I was starting to realize that all day in a messy diaper took it's toll. I was really getting a nasty diaper rash. Dad and I pulled the buck out of the woods and down to the truck. It took a while. Every step I took moved the mess in my diaper around and seemed to work on my rash. We got the buck loaded into Dad's truck, loaded all the gear into the truck. I eased into the passenger seat. My butt was really tingling and burning with diaper rash. I was thirsty so I grabbed a bottle of water and drank it down. I limited my fluids all day so that the diaper would last all day. The water was so refreshing. It seemed to take forever to get to the butcher. I stayed in the truck while Dad told the butcher how to cut the deer. While I was waiting for Dad, I felt myself peeing again. The diaper was swelling up even more, somewhat forcing my legs apart a little. Dad finally got back into the truck and we headed back to his house. When we got there, he asked me it I wanted to change. I said no, I'd just head back home to Mom's house and get cleaned up there. Dad said okay. Head on home, I'll take care of unloading everything. Drive safe, watch your speed. Okay Dad, I learned my lesson for that. We hugged and I headed home. I made it home and headed inside, intent on getting out of that messy diaper. As I walked in the door, Mom greated me and said perfect timing, dinner is ready. I made your favorite, spaghetti and meatballs. I really needed to get out of that diaper, but didn't want to disappoint Mom. I washed my hands and sat down at the kitchen table. How was your hunt, she asked. Great, I replied. I shot a big ten pointer. An awesome buck. Wow! She said. That's great. I'm glad you had such a good time today. I squirmed a little bit, shifting side to side, trying to get comfortable as I sat there eating my dinner. My diaper rash was really getting bad. I finished my supper headed up to my bedroom. I got undressed, all except for my diaper. It really held up good, all day long. It didn't leak, it held everything in. I grabbed a fresh, overnight cloth diaper and headed to the bathroom to get a shower. I was so happy to finally get the dirty diaper off and start to clean up. I jumped in the shower and started to wash up. My butt cheeks were raw and it really burned to wash. I had to get cleaned up though. As I washed, I could still feel the welts left from yesterday's paddling, a reminder not to speed. After my shower, I laid out my fresh diaper on the bathroom floor. Then I spread a heavy layer of diaper cream on my poor butt cheeks and between my legs. I sat down on my fresh diaper, pulled the front up between my legs and pinned it on nice and snug. I pulled on some plastic pants, washed my hands and headed to bed.

It started out like any other day. I woke up and waddled downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. My thick, overnight cloth diaper was soaked. I had a bowl of cereal then headed back up to my bedroom. Mom followed and she changed me out of my diaper and into a Goodnight pull up. It was a Saturday at the end of July and I was ten. My parents put me in Goodnights during the day, still hoping that I would someday be potty trained. Sometimes I would use the bathroom. I'd have a lot of accidents in my pants too. Then there were times when I was out playing and had to go and just decided to use my pull ups because it was much more convenient than stopping and going to use the bathroom. I got dressed, jumped on my bicycle and went over to my friend Billy's house. Billy was already out in his yard along with a couple other neighborhood boys. They all know about me needing diapers and were cool with it. We headed back into the woods behind Billy's house. We had a tree fort and rope swings back there. There was a small creek back there. We'd spend hours back there every day, just being boys. It was really hot and humid that day. We played until about noon then headed back to Billy's house. Back at Billy's, we shot some hoops. We were planning Around the world and Billy's neighbor, Jenny came over. Jenny also happened to be my baby sitter. Jenny would usually come over and shoot hoops with us. Jenny also liked to check my diaper. It was kind of embarrassing, but she was really pretty, so I kind of enjoyed it. Sure enough, she came up behind me. "Well Ed, let's check you". Everyone kind of snickered. They kind of made a game out of it, whether or not I'd be messy. I felt her lift up my shirt and two of her fingers slid down between my butt and my Goodnights then she pulled it back. I could feel myself blushing in front of my friends. "Wow!" "Two days in a row" "You're clean again today." "Good job Edy." Then I felt Jenny pull back a little more. "Were you bad again?" "Looks like you got your butt spanked." I really blushed. My friends snickered again. I didn't say anything. I was sassing my Mom the night before so my Dad paddled my butt. We went back to playing hoops. Billy's Dad came out and said that Billy's Mom had some lunch ready for us and that we should head in while he cut the grass.

How long you can go without peeing depends on your bladder and how much you drink. I've driven six hours without stopping. Didn't have a diaper on either. Just limit fluid intake before the trip. My eyeballs were floating when I got to my destination. LOL.

LOL! I wonder what kind they were wearing? If they were just Depend, or store brands, their protest wouldn't last too long.

Thanks. Sorry it took so long. I want to add one more update to this story and I have a few more stories floating around in my head. Just hard to find time to write them out.

Incredible story. It must have felt absolutely incredible having that much mess in your diaper. Several years ago, I ate a whole container of Prunes and diapered up. I had a fitted cloth diaper on and wore Molicares over top. About three hours later, the cramps came and I filled my diaper, pretty much explosively with lots and lots of really soft poop. The poop spread everywhere in the diaper. It Squished up past my balls, part way up to front of the diaper. No where near 12 lbs, but still a lot. I stayed in that diaper for about 36 hours, changing the Molicare when it was wet but leaving the cloth diaper on. It was an amazing feeling. I did end up with a pretty good diaper rash, which was my goal. I was single when I did that. Now that I'm married, I'll probably never be able to do anything that extreme again.

Just saw a new commercial for Depends Underwear. A fireman in a firehouse pulling up his pants over his Depends Underwear then leaving for a call. I've always thought that maybe some fire response people wore protection in case they were on a long call. Now this commercial. Hmmmmm