PoopyDiaperDude

I can remember my early childhood and being fascinated by pee and poop, but I think what set it off for me was a family a few houses down had four kids, and three of them (two boys one girl) pooped in their pants. I learned later in life they were encoprectic, but they always seemed to have a load in their pants. For whatever reason I was fascinated that they could do it, and never seemed to be in trouble for it. That led me to trying it and I was hooked. My first orgasm came while I was sitting on the edge of my bed late one night with a load in the seat of my underwear when I was 11ish. When I got my own place in college I don’t believe I pooped in a toilet for a couple of years unless I absolutely had to. It was always in my pants when I got home from class. I also had a pretty nice panty collection at the time, so those got messy as well. Diapers came into the picture during college as well, and I wear them every day now. And just this morning I had my first poop of the day in my soaking wet overnight diaper. It doesn’t go away. I’m 59 now, and would still prefer if all my pooping were done in my pants or a diaper. I just love the feeling.

BetterDry for me every night. I tried the MegaMax, but they leaked on me, especially if emptying a full bladder quickly. During the day I wear either ATNs or Tena Stretch. I’m a 59 year old man that’s been wearing diapers almost all of my life, and the BetterDry is simply the best. They feel amazing.

I miss the Molicare Super Plus plastic backed diapers. So soft, so comfy.

Wasn’t me, but I do this when I stop at rest areas. I don’t care who sees or doesn’t see.

I had a dream one time that I was out shopping with one of my employees. (She’s 15 years younger than me, and a really awesome person.). Anyway, in the dream she was in a very wet diaper and needed to be changed. I got her into a restroom and onto a changing table, got her out of a very wet diaper, cleaned her up, and into a dry diaper. The dream ended around then. I woke up feeling these strong nurturing feelings about the dream. There was nothing sexual about it, as I was totally caring for her in the dream. That one still stands out. And no....I’ve / we’ve never been anything more than co-workers. Never will.

Now that I am mostly working from home, and the heat and dryness has come on strong here on the Texas Gulf coast, I’ve got a new routine. I wake up around dawn (it’s just what happens when you get older), and I pull on a pair of shorts over my night diaper, which is usually super wet and super swollen. I add a t-shirt, grab a cup of coffee, and head outside. I grab the hose, and hand water the areas the sprinklers don't hit so well. At some point my poops come, and I’ll nicely load my diaper. I spend 20 - 30 minutes out there doing my thing while I’m wet and messy. The occasional neighbor walks or jogs by, we smile/wave/say hello. I will put the tailgate of my truck down, and hop up then sit down while the sun finishes rising..blissfully happy in my well used diaper while I finish my coffee. Eventually I go back inside, and a few baby wipes later I am clean, and the diaper is rolled up and in the outdoor trash. All before my wife stirs and frowns at my stinky butt, lol. Next week she’s out for the week, so I won’t have to change immediately, and I will be able to stay wet and messy well into the morning while I work from home. And I suspect I will work in a wank or two in there somewhere ???. What is your morning routine?

I had a side thing with a woman who claimed she pooped her diaper in her sleep. She would email me early some mornings, and I’d know she was wet, messy, and horny. I’d stop by her place on the way to work, and we’d have some snuggle time, some awesome sex, then I’d clean her up and put her in a fresh diaper before leaving. She always insisted it happened while she was asleep...whether that was part of her mind’s role play I don’t know. Sadly, we drifted apart.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/38846883?fbclid=IwAR1IEuWc89GDHsGg8Takk4kpzIBqHuzsL8P0nC0nB5SzsrSNkBPCjM2fL-g I'm not sure of the author's credentials, but I'm now more likely than ever to load my underwear/diaper than hitting a public restroom.

Oh come on, it’s an anonymous forum for Pete’s sake.....

Just now while pouring my 1st cup of coffee. Delightful.

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.