LittleAmytheil

I have something similar happen once a month (ish) but I too have no control over it. With the timing of my period, it throws my bowels completely off, and I'll usually fill a diaper with the kind of mess you're speaking of. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. I don't lose control, I just have a different consistency, so if it's badly timed, the restroom is always an option.

But what else would you wear under a sleeper or a kigu? You have to take the WHOLE thing off just to use the restroom (for girls anyways)!

I recently was told by a doctor to temporary take fiber supplements for a digestive issue. I find that it's done wonders to the consistency and volume of my messes.

Depending on where you live, you can have UPS/FedEx deliver to a pickup location. I live in Northern Jersey, and I have pickup locations for both carriers within a half hour drive.

I've done a few methods. The first was a ziploc bag inside a grocery bag, then I dropped it off at the trash bins outside the mini mall where I worked at the time. No suspicion: Someone likely thought I was just throwing out car-trash, lunch, or otherwise. When I moved out, I would double-bag it in grocery bags, then toss it in the trash with some cat litter. Believe me, no one is going to think twice about a grocery bag filled with cat litter... Now, I just double-bag the diapers and toss em straight in the bin. No one rummages in my trash, and it's my trash! Who cares what I dispose of in my bins?

It took me awhile. The first few times I did it to try: First time I hated it, second time I was on the fence, and third time...wasn't much better. But I told myself if I was going to wet my diapers, I was going to use them exclusively as my potty. Something that really helped in the long run was every time I messed my pants, I would bring myself to an orgasm. Basic D/s training ideas at work using positive reinforcement. And guess what? It actually worked. Now I'll fill my pants without a second thought when the urge arises. If I feel the urge to go, and it's inconvenient, I try to hold it for later when I know I can enjoy it more. I am however still bowel/bladder continent. I choose to keep it that way in the event of binge/purge cycles, or needing to dress nicely for a fancy occasion.

I can't say if they're related or not, because I've never been diagnosed with any sort of mental/psychological conditions. I do have diagnosed anxiety (Which I don't personally feel that my level is enough to deem a diagnosis) and the attention span of a goldfish, which can sometimes cause me to hyper-focus on things (video games, certain things at work, music, etc.). What I do have is this weird lingering "My parents didn't love me" mental idea from my childhood. It's very much untrue; My father was at every sport/music/event in my life, and my mother always made sure that I had what I needed in life. Heck, even as an adult my parents gave myself and my brother a full ride through college and even when I bought my car (first one catastrophically failed my parents assisted with starting up the payments until I got everything straightened out right. If anything, I think my draw towards DD/lg and being a DL has to do with the fact that since I was young I always preferred things of the younger age. Video games (Though now those games are MMO's and harder content), illustration, and sleeping in till 9. The DD/lg thing didn't even come up until my mid 20's when I met my second partner, and he's always had a sexual Daddy-Dom preference, just never with someone who age plays my varying ages.

I love my go-to Molicares, but I really miss the Molicare Super Plus. I loved the purple plastic packaging. I am going to be testing out some ABU's to get my 'cute' fix, and keep Molicare Slip for day-to-day.

My boyfriend isn't an extreme vanilla, but I did hide my diapers from him for a LONG time. He accidentally found them while trying to find his garb for a LARP. I feel lucky: He reached out to a mutual friend that we can talk to about this kind of stuff, and he explained a lot of what being a DL is and isn't, which was really great of him. Then...the two of them bridge the awkward conversation with me and my boyfriend and I discussed it privately in our half-hour drive home from said friend's place. He offered to take part if I asked, and was comfortable. I really didn't expect it to be honest, but I personally don't ever ask him to take part. I'd rather him not at this time.

That's what I enjoy about the supplements; It's doing exactly what it should do to my system. When I feel the urge to go, it doesn't take much to push out a soft load. Sometimes it's on the smaller side, but today it was large and explosive, and one heck of a cleanup. I just leaned forward slightly and filled up the entire back of my diaper until it ran out of room and instead pushed towards the front as well.

This afternoon, not long after work. I've been partaking of messy diapers almost every day thanks to needing to take fiber supplements. I was put on them by a doctor temporarily, but if I can continue to take them afterwords, I will! Every day has been a super soft load that fills the entire back of my diaper, and its wonderful. (I can live with the cleanup)

I don't think I've ever seen one in my area- Though then again, I haven't seen a sanitary product dispenser (that worked) in YEARS.

Just take it one day/step at a time. Treat it similar to anything you might do differently where you check on one another back and forth. Example: Asking her if she would be okay diapering you, and likewise her asking if you would be comfortable with her diapering you. When I first started doing things with my Daddy it was a constant "I want to do this, are you okay with me doing this?" on both sides. It gets slightly draining after awhile, but it also establishes boundaries until you're comfortable with one another.

I think this is the advantage of being female: The few times my boyfriend 'thought' he heard something, he assumed it was pads/pantiliners! He had no idea the sound was a diaper being removed. Of course now he knows, but doesn't care.

You know, while we're on that thought: Why don't diaper vending machines exist? Not exclusively adults, but sometimes an emergency calls. I'm sure it happens.

I also have the short-person perk. I can still fit into select girls, teens, and boys clothes thanks to being 5ft tall.

Port Authority isn't much better! I can't speak for the men's rooms, but the ladies rooms lack something for certain. And I've noticed most food places in NYC either have an electronic lock with a receipt code or require a key. Especially those around mass transit hubs (bus, train, subway) Fortunately my Daddy is from NYC, so I drive in padded, and he makes sure I stay padded.

I don't get as much sleep as I should (Average 6-7 hours according to my sleep tracker) but I sleep like a rock. The world could end, and I'd still be asleep. On top of that, I could also sleep anywhere.

I wear a few varieties depending on the situation, since I'm 24/7 with control. Daytime at places like work or with certain friends I wear Always discrete. When home, or with the other set of friends, its Molicare all the way. I miss the Super Plus line, but I still make do. Sleeping I'll swap between Always (if I have work in the morning) or fun diapers like Rearz and ABU when I don't. I used to love Bambino, but they just don't fit me right I'm afraid.

24/7! Usually during work/daytime I wear a disposable pull up, then when I'm home I wear thicker tape-on brands. It's been over a year, and I love the comfort and protection (Even if I don't usually wet them at work). A second plus for ladies: Never worry about mother nature creeping up on you!

Even in the US alone, some things change names. On the east coast, we have an ice cream brand called "Edys". On the west coast, it's called "Dryers". It gets doubly confusing when you look at the brands overall. On the east we have "Edys, Bryers, and Friendlies". On the west its "Dryers, Bryers, and Friendlies"!

Oh so am I! When I heard about Pokemon Lets Go, I told my boyfriend that there was no question that we were getting Eevee. My desk presently has a Sylveon, Vapoeron, and Lefeon plush, and my nightstand with the Build-A-Bear Eevee and a smaller Sylveon. Oh, and a large Mimikyu and small Pikipek. (I might have an obsession?) I couldn't get into LoL, but I did get into Heroes of the Storm. From my understanding, similar game, different companies. Overwatch I was SO bad at . FPS have to be my weak point.

This didn't necessarily change my view of my own personal gender, but it did awaken my Little side so to speak. I'll share the super abbreviated version. Background: My Daddy-Dom has a DD/lg fetish. He has an open poly relationship, but for awhile was with the same 4 girls (myself included) with 1 that he called his girlfriend/primary partner. Ages were never really 'assigned' so to speak, but his girlfriend was a bit more of a switch when it came to 3-ways. When the three of us were together, I had a Mommy and a Daddy in the bedroom. (Without getting too graphic/detailed on this post.) Since that time, even as we've played together with other Little Girls, I've always been the youngest; Which is only funny because I'm almost always older by actual age! Even older than Mommy! Fast-forward about 5 years. Sadly my Daddy-Dom and Mommy had a messy breakup. My relationship has gotten far closer with Daddy (He's my secondary partner) and Mommy has moved out of the country. In our closeness, I revealed to him my secret about Diapers, and he's extremely supportive. He's more eager than I to include it in the bedroom. Although I think personally he wants to torment his new girlfriend, my little sister, since she has much more of a bratty streak (And I have a perfectly sized pacifier gag).

I'm Bisexual (I also identify as Demi, or Ace) and a mix of an AB and DL.

In the terms, contract, and lead family of "Exchanged" , I wouldn't mind being Stacey at all! Minus some of the insane misadventures, I'd be the model "Little going to college". I'd want my video games, coloring books, and TV at home with little expectations, but still have that little bit of both freedom and public humiliation.