PoopyDiaperDude

My wife and I were alone in the car for several hours yesterday. As I’ve shared before, I openly wear, have quite the diaper collection, and have a passively accepting wife. But, there is zero participation from her when it comes to diapering, changing, or heaven forbid “diaper play”. My messing habits are even more secretive. I tease her that her mom must have been a brutal potty trainer, because peeing and pooping are purely biological functions for her, and if she gets a hand wet or messy, serious consideration is given to amputation. With the world burning down around all of us today, my give-a-damn isn’t busted, it’s non-existent. Conversation came up about a friend’s situation where his wife found out he was cross dressing in secret, and was probably meeting other guys as well. I said it was a damn shame this guy couldn’t share his kink his wife. My wife said “oh, like your diapers..”. BOOM, that was it!!!! I turned to her and said “look, somewhere in my formative years, SOMETHING happened in my brain, and diapers became part of my hard wired package. I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t want this. It happened. Think about it...I have a kink....better yet, a need to wear diapers, and use them. Yes honey, you know I wet all the time, but the truth is I love messing them too. I do it and change before you wake up, or when I’m alone somewhere like the lake house or the boat. And it’s super important to me. It’s something I love doing, and I can’t share it with you, because you’re equally wired that’s it’s gross”. I continued “do you know how much this sucks for me? You’re the one person that’s supposed to accept me and be my partner, yet this part of me I cannot share because my brain says be shy, and yours says it yucky. I am super happy I can wear around you (when our grown kids aren’t there), and I wear to bed at night, but there could be so much more. And I know it must be awful that you can’t imagine screwing me while I’m diapered, diapering me, or hanging out with me while I’m wearing a dirty diaper, and I’m sad because I can’t.” I said quietly and with seriousness....”why would I pick this thing? I didn’t, it is part of me”. Awkward best describes the next few minutes, but dammit I wanted “it” out there. All of it. No secrets. Yep, I love messing my diaper. Yes, I love masturbating while sitting in a dirty diaper. Those big skids marks? Those were no accident sweetie, I love dirtying my underwear too. I told her “Want to pack up and leave? I hope you won’t, but understand if you do. I just NEED this in the open between us. I NEED to be able to wear and do my thing. I won’t do it at dinner parties, or with friends over, or any inappropriate time. In fact, I will most likely continue to do it during solitary times. But if it’s just us at home, and I’m cleaning the garage and load my diaper, don’t be mad or disgusted. It’s just me being me.” Trying to summarize the fallout from that candid conversation is difficult, but it’s now “out there”. She knew I pooped myself, I alluded to it many times, but she had no idea the scope. She also didn’t know how much all of this meant to me. And, she said she was sad for me too, having my needs so unfulfilled. At least we’ve recognized the elephant in the room. Maybe this will go somewhere, maybe it won’t. But something has to give. We’ll never leave each other, but we have to find a happy place, and I will make sure we do. Shame on me for taking so long to have this conversation.

Ya 'know, it's so very satisfying to mess my diaper. At almost 58 years of age, there is no other thing I "do" that I love as much as messing myself. Off to wank and change.

I often wondered if her persona was created for the advertisers on her site....

Why the balloon?

Christmas Day, 1985. The biggest most awesomely consistent poop in my underwear while high on some of the best Indica ever grown. The resulting wank session has never been equaled. Mind blowing is an understatement. If I could relive that session....just wow.

I switched to the BetterDry diaper, and I am very happy. It wicks like a champ, and can handle a full night of sleep wettings and awake wettings. I bought two cases of these, so I’m good for a while.

This morning I had an enormous poop in my diaper. Every once in a while my body is like “ok, clean out time”. It was semi-firm, and I was exceedingly happy about the size of it. I was cleaning up and wondered why I enjoy this so much. I wish someone could plug a USB cable into my brain, download the info, and say “ok, right there. You were 2 and a half, and you had this event happen where......”. I mean, as grown adults, we all still like pottying in our pants for some reason, and I think it would be fascinating to unlock the mystery. AND we could explain it to our partners, like....”see, right there! Told you it’s factory installed...”

Wake up in a soaking wet diaper, grab a cup of coffee, and sit at the kitchen table to surf sites. At some point the urge comes, and I will load my diaper. I sit there a while, then eventually have to go get ready for work. On my way to get ready, I usually lay on the bed and masturbate. Then I go in the bathroom, take my diaper off, use wipes to get clean, and jump in the shower. That is my routine.

I have not seen these people since that weekend. We will be together next weekend, so I will update then.

Your writings are fine, and I’m sure cathartic for you. I’m just providing commentary/perspective.

I realize my relationship with my partner is MY relationship, but I cannot fathom having a spouse allowing or disallowing anything in my life. (Aside from lying, cheating, destructive behavior, etc) I would have terminated any relationship with control issues like that. My wife doesn’t “get” my diaper life, and I am respectful of boundaries (no dirty diapers when she’s around), but I wear at my pleasure. sit down, talk it out. This is ttttoooooooo big of a part of you to keep stuffed in a bottle. If you can’t be happy, move on. ....and that’s my .02 cents.

I recently switched to wearing a MegaMax as opposed to a Dry 24/7, as the 24/7 tended to feel wet, like really wet, even though they rarely leaked. The downside is the MegaMax doesn’t handle a (my) rapid wetting(s), and the lack of wicking leads to overflows, especially standing while peeing. Do I go back to the 24/7? At times even those would sometimes wick out the front onto my sheets if I slept on my tummy. im a lifelong bedwetter, and I just want to stay as dry as possible without leaking. I’m wearing a large that’s plenty snug.

I recently decided to go from the Dry 24/7 to the Mega Max. The MM seems to not wick and hold as much or as quickly. Last night I woke up to get a drink and started wetting into my somewhat wet diaper while standing at the fridge, and a few seconds later had pee running down my leg. This has happened before. I may have to try the 24/7 again for comparison, I used to wear the Secure Personal Care diapers, and sure miss those.

There’s something that’s just so cathartic about having a soaking wet and a loaded diaper on. I simply love it.

My wife knows, kids know, both sisters know. I have a friend that knows because I stayed at his fishing camp, and forgot and left two used diapers in the trash can in the bedroom I was in. I had to call him on my way home and ask him to toss them for me. I simply told him I wore them at night, and that was that.

Man, if you can figure out “why”, let us aaaalllllll know! I absolutely adore filling my underwear or diapers. It’s factory installed.

Just regular things, but while wearing a dirty diaper. Oh, I do love diapering up, and going for a long drive, and pooping myself at some point....and continuing my adventures. Driving messy is fun.

Wherever I know I can mess and stay messy for a loonnngg time. I do have a thing for messing while driving...

Yep, all four bags for $15.96.

I just picked up four packages of Tranquilty ATN diapers for $15.96 at the local thrift store. Woot!

Just woke up in a wet MegaMax, and I’m sitting at the kitchen table pooping myself a little at a time. I love a messy bottom for sure.

Always an amazing feeling!

Plastic backed?

Partners are always a challenge. Mine sees peeing and pooping as purely biological, and can’t imagine anyone wanting to “sit in a diaper filled with urine or feces”, while us ABDLs enjoy our “wet and/or messy diapers”. I got to a point years ago where I simply no longer cared what my partner thought about my choice for underwear. Night time was a must for me, always has been. But if my wife was going to leave me over my diapers and recreational wearing at other times, then she needed to hit the road. I hope you work things out soon. This “thing” we all have came factory installed, trying to shame it away doesn’t work.

The feeling of pooping in my underwear is very different from loading a diaper. Underwear pooping takes me back to my childhood, and all the poop is just right there in my underpants. I can reach back and feel it, maybe reform the bulge, etc. Diapers add another layer to the mix. Sometimes I put an incontinence pad down on the couch, then poop my underwear, then sit around watching TV or surfing the web while enjoying the sensation in just my undies.