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Today was my first day of going 24/7. I didn’t poop when I got up and kinda had to all day. I did my deliveries and soaked up my diaper pretty good and I met up with my girlfriend for lunch at jack in the box. It’ll really had to go but sitting down and being on the go delayed it….but it was time to pick up our order. I went inside and it was an empty store. I had my delivery bad loaded up with my next diaper and changing accessories cause I had to change out of this soaked one. Walking to the door I could tell it was getting urgent. Getting to the counter more urgent. The lady looked at me and said “I’ll be right with you”. I tried to play it cool but it was taking a bit long so I checked the bathroom and it was empty and lockable. Went back and she asked me which order o had. She said she had to bag it up. When she left to bag it up, I just stopped trying to hold it back. It took a while for it to hit my diaper…fairly solid at first….but it just kept coming out…and it ol got faster. I still wasn’t pushing but I could feel my diaper bulging out to the point I had to spread my legs a bit to make more room in the base of my pants. I pooped for a solid 10-15 seconds without even trying and my load I’m sure was noticeable outside my pants but I want done. I could still feel more in there and then squares down and pushed out the rest. I literally had to squat because there was no where left for it to go! after I got it all out, the order was almost bagged up. As I stood back up, I could feel the poop smooshing up and around my diaper….just from standing straight. I grabbed go food and went to the bathroom. Changed without squishing. It was about the size of a chipotle burrito. A HUGE load. I changed up like nothing happened, chucked them used diaper in my diaper bag and went back to the car to eat lunch with my next diaper on. in a diaper for the next 40 days. No bathrooms at all. Going to order some mega max though as the catstronauts just doesn’t have enough space.

My biggest happened on Black Friday into the morning of Saturday. I had two and a half big thanksgiving meals the previous day and took psyllium husk tablets with the second meal and the big bowel of oatmeal pudding I had before bed. I wore all day on Friday on anticipation but i just wet. I felt kinda had to go about 6pm but it wasn’t time really despite needing to change cause I was at full wet capacity. So I put another diaper on and took a nap. It was about midnight when I drove back home and I could tell I had some serious pressure. I got back into my room and decided to let it out. I relaxed and bent my knees a bit…..it’s the position I usually take pooping in my diapers….but it wasn’t coming out. It wanted to but it was too solid. so I had to drop down onto my knees and squat. That did it…ish. It was kind of uncomfortable. It was really slow moving out at first. It was just too girthy and solid and I had to end up pushing in addition to the squat. But out it came. A massive and dense one that lasted a solid 30 seconds or so and made a big old lump in the back of my diaper. I was wearing jeans and you can’t usually tell I am wearing a diaper but the bulge was visible through the jeans for sure. So I decided to go to bed. I didn’t squish it…just laid down with a solid lump between my legs. ended up getting three or four hours of sleep in my nuetron star poop loaded diaper when I got up to pee. I usually have to pee standing up and I wet myself just fine…and I got out of bed to get some more water….and then it hit me. I had to poop again and the pressure was real bad. Out of the blue. So I finished filling my glass and bent my knees and filled my already loaded diaper with (as I figured out while pooping my diaper) the second thanksgiving meal where I took psyllium husks. The poop wasn’t as dense as the first but it had more volume…but wasn’t super soft either. The diaper was getting too full almost half way through it and I had to readjust my stance so my diaper could accommodate all of the second load. It lasted about 15 seconds but came out much quicker and in greater volume than the first. Still a long time for pooping. when I was done pooping, I knew I had reached uncharted territory with the bulge in my diaper. It was like having a football in the seat of my diaper. I couldn’t walk back to bed straight. It was even hard getting into bed without squishing it down my back but I managed to keep it in the crotch area but I had to put pillows down to rest my legs on because the mess was so large. Just a solid ginormous lump in between my splayed legs. I slept great. I woke up in the morning and made some coffee and about half an hour later, I had to poop AGAIN. That poop was the pudding and whatever I had eaten black friday it was then I ended up with the greatest smoosh of my life. I tried to keep the mess up in the front but poop got EVERYWHERE in my diaper. There was just too much of it when I got around to changing myself, I couldn’t believe how much I managed to poop out into one diaper. Damn near a volleyball. almost posted about it right then and there but….I couldn’t remember my password and didn’t feel like it. But I sure remembered the whole experience. I got a vore fetish too and it was for me the first time able to honestly realistically conceive of the merger of the fantasies….that I had just done a post-vore poop into my diaper. Jerking off that morning was great. I don’t usually combine the two kinks but with that much poop, It wasn’t a far stretch. …that was the biggest in one diaper.

I just finally managed to sit down and squish my load...err, I mean loads. first time pooping 2 ultra full loads in one diaper. The last couple of nights were birthdays and all you can eat buffets. Ate a ton at the buffet but didn’t poop all day yesterday from it....yet ate a ton more. Diapered up at night thinking the next morning would be huge but woke up in the middle of the night to pee and while wetting my diaper, felt the urge and so I let go and filled my diaper with a magnificent load and went to bed. Woke up in the morning and decided to stay in it and get things done. Took my lunch and while eating filled my diaper with a second huge load. the bulge was ridiculously apparent. I’ve been in poop for about 12 hours now and I feel it’s time for a shower and a change but decided to post this. I hadn’t really squished my loads until I sat down to type this and WOW. Very squishy. Much proud. So wow.

Yup. Strapped in last night with my new lady friend who is cool with it. Ate a HUGE meal last night...like to the point of discomfort. Wet it twice in the night...woke up pretty soaked. Put on pants to go catch the recycling truck and while getting recycling the urge hit. I held it until It he task was done and then used the recycling container to lean into, bent my knees and filled the diaper with about a grapefruit sized load. Did a few more things with a solid lump in my pants and then went outside and sat down on the roof of a car. In the middle of my van now and I'm sitting in it and it's slippery. Lit a cigarette and listened to "happiness is a warm gun and then wrote this. Time to look at some vore porn, clean up, and then go shower

Ah, getting the pre-digested food ready for digestion loaded up with the post-digested food.... ...exquisite irony! Love it.

Yeah, I agree with drinking more...

Grr....about an hour and a half ago. I thought I was done for the day when I deposited in my diaper in the morning, but I ate a late lunch and all of a sudden, I had to go BAD. Luckily it was my day off...I got back to my hq, got out of the van and just absolutely DESTROYED the up-til-that-point fresh diaper. Now I’m in the van with a very loaded and mushy diaper I probably won’t change out of til bedtime. i don’t think I can post about EVERY time I poop my diaper cause....that’s most days. But this load snuck up on me. I had to get some napkins for a block. Diaper covers can only do so much. ...despite enjoying this on a psychological level, doing it everyday makes me want a break!

Well, when it comes to Christ, I think the man is living in him already. I think he’s covered. im certainly not! It is BEYOND me why anyone wants to “go to heaven”. Heeeeelll no! That place is GENUINE DEATH. Unending, eternal, unchanging, ceaseless light and that ain’t how I play, dawg! I got me a universe to play with and suffer and grow and etc already! Staaay awaaaay from the light! ...that’s just me, though. You all are free to pray for my lost lost soul. But, for what it’s worth, i don’t think Christ is an anger-based guy. If you want to know which kids are on his ANGRY list, see that little part about him in the temple. Like it says on the side of my van “Jesus loves everyone....EXCEPT BANKERS” .....a spiritual business meeting, you say? Hmm...

I’ve found zazen much more interesting and much longer in diapers.

THERE IT IS!!! im down with you on the *nod* and move on. Hell, I do it EVERY YEAR at Black Rock City. God literally comes out of the woodwork, you realize you’re the wood, and you let the carpenter do their thing because that’s just the nature of you! i have an idea of what I am....there’s no need to ask a dang thing. Laugh about the irony and move on.... ...if you insist on questions, she CAN get a little bitchy, though. HAIL ERIS!

I was for a while. Still am? Maybe? that period of my life was very formative. I have since moved ‘on’ to incredibly advanced magick...to the point that I’m no longer ‘Wiccan/pagan’. I understand the universe burrito on a WHOLE OTHER level and it leads you to some pretty interesting places and semi-secret (we’re hiding in PLAIN SIGHT, mind you) social clubs that are essentially merit-based. I’d say I’m more of an Alchemist these days currently studying Discordianism. I have a very unique but incredibly powerful style of alchemy that manifests itself in spades at Burning Man... ...you want pagan? That city is THE EVENT OF LIFETIMES. And, like I said, given demonstrations of your abilities and a bit of evolution towards the concepts of “the self” and “the other” and GODHOOD, you’ll, as Timothy Leary once said “Find The Others”. the magick I was doing (or thought I was given the boys ignorance) back in my pagan days was literally child’s play. I’m a god damned master now...and the funny thing is.....you literally can’t teach it....but it’s totally right there beneath the surface of your consciousness and THE WHOLE DAMNED UNIVERSE just waiting... people, when it comes to default spirituality, are easy to program and lazy in practice. They keep searching and believing in these externalities of capital T Truth.....but are usually far too much unconsciously wrapped up in themselves to have ANY kind of psychic potential. The odds are are better for atheists and pagans....but the same blindness is persistent there as well... ......I am probably making very little sense. That’s okay, I don’t need to. These paths are very personal and must be found on their own and not everybody need find them. Most of most will not because it’s an incredibly difficult journey getting to “the edge” of human potential and takes literally “everything you got”. simple answer: yes, I was.......but then I found the path of waking up.....and got a reeeeeal good look at it And decided to hit the snooze button and keep the dream alive! and every year, I go out into the desert for months on end with all the other ‘woke’ people and RAGE my 3rd eye up. It fraking RAINS miracles to the point the miraculous becomes ordinary. Literally. We call this “being jaded”. You have to have a few years behind you to get over the fact this seemingly dead universe is not only VERY much alive but decidedly and personally “fing with you” and the other folks conscious enough to play ball around you and........... ....it’s not faith. It’s pretty fraking concrete evidence.....except that nothing is concrete in the infinite realms of The Mind. For further information, please consult your pineal glad. THUD.

Wearing 24/7 these last few weeks has been incredibly curious. I’ve cheated a few times with pooping because I don’t like pooping in my diaper in public nor want it to get too swollen or moist for long periods (I try to aim for a day diaper and night diaper but always have carried an extra in case I go during the afternoon...don’t want to be that soggy for that long....but changing in public bathroom always makes me paranoid, even if I’m locked in by myself. Diapers CRINKLE) its morning. I am not looking forward to cleaning it up but....that’s part of wearing diapers all the time. It has somewhat desensitized me. But alas, off to another diapered day at work soon and I can feel the remaining bits of the life I so unceremoniously digested seeking their bodily independence. so......here we go. aaaaand the animals, the animals, crap crap crap til the diapers full. THE DIAPER IS FULL! of pee and poo, and everyone is waiting to get their food from you... ....but I’ve got time. (going undiapered soon for the holidays so this may be the last post here until I get back into the waddle)

I’ve been lurking...as I imagine many have and do. good to be known, of sorts. I’m just looking to participate in the culture. I’ve gone wearing 24/7 this past month and it’s harder than it seems. Using 24/7 is way more expensive and demanding than I thought...good to be able to talk about it with others

Vallejo. I commute through Oakland on my way to work in the bay.

Based out of VALLEJO but work (padded) in The City... ...I’m less busy between 2 and 4. PM me for coffe or whatevers

It is my firm belief it is a mistake to hold firm beliefs.......but it is firm belief that humans remain pretty much the trip they took hold to when they were 2 or 3. We fraking NEVER grow up really. YOUR trip, like many others here, had the added weight of that “damned thing”** that kept rubbing up against your genitals and had the day-to-every-fraking-day LIKE THE SUN aspect of changing and having “an event” around this “damned thing”**. ...not entirely non-understandable. Humans are chaos-born and we are inherently CRAZY AS HELL. therebis no understanding. It is beyond “your” understanding. It simply IS. Now.......if you’d like to get into this trip-ass notion of “you”/“the self”....I’d love to serve as an occasional outreach kind of guy on your journey because it is THE JOURNEY and has at least shown me that Death, Change, Illusion, and THE VOIDed mirror of “the other” can be more than equally sexual-feeling in nature at your “other” second chakra.....depending which way is witch... ................or, for TL;DR: “meh. Crazy-ass world, don’t take anything too serious” **”damned thing” is exclusively owned by ‘THE ILLUMINATUS! trilogy’ and you should google it as no one can illuminate another except by seed....it must be grown by the initiate. Duh. *grumbles about “damned things” ruining his garden* “No one cares you go to Burning Man” - Eris

I meant to write this at 12sm, but sleep overtook me. This is the first time I slept peacefully throughout the night is a either a wet or messy diaper...in this case both. As I type this, it’s been 27 hours of the same diaper. I wear 24/7 this past month, but I don’t use 24/7 (I tried this. It gets uncomfortable and expensive). I almost thought about using it for my noon-pee...but found a restroom in time. I wanted to be dry that day and not have to worry about a mid-day change. Ended up giving it a solid wetting at 6...cut off of work, took the bart home (Although at this time, I started to need to poop...but sitting helps me hold it in)....got back to my van and almost let it out right there and then....but wanted to purchase some beer...so I drove to the getting place, got what I got, and drive back to my parking spot (4th year of nomadic van life, long story, I love it), went outside, turned on npr for the news, lit a cigarette, bent my knees, and SHAT. nothing ultra super fictional kinky massive here, but a solid messing. I figured I’d watch some YouTube or filter through zerohedge, but I fell asleep in my wet and messy diaper and slept through the night. I woke up around 10......had to poop again about 11.....and I just had yet another medium mass release........ ....needless to say, I need a change. I’m almost afraid to sit in it. Almost. I have my diaper cover. It’s not much of a diaper now. All the material in front that had the bulk of my pee slid down to the poopier areas of my diaper. It feels weird. And very heavy despite only peeing once. slight diaper rash, I’m sure, but my butt has semi grown used to it this last month... ill change in in a half hour. I’ll go for a walk, sit down for a smoke, look at ducks, then go change. But, indeed, I am messy now....

I go to Burning Man every year. I’ve never worn, though, openly. I’m kinda famous there so I have a little less freedom to kink it up. But I’ve seen people wearing diapers there over the past 8 years so they ARE out there. ........I go to Burning Man every year because.....well......reasons. But diapers are way on down the list. Death, Drugs, and the Devil, however.....are much higher on the list. 3:)

Put me down as another diaper dude that’s into vore. ...indeed, it is a real head scratcher. I especially like scenarios where their is dialogue between the eaten and eater from within the stomach. If they don’t reach the stomach ALIVE, I’m not into it. I’m indifferent on digestion. Coming to terms with dying can add flavor to any vore story, but the real action is over for me. Now...a curious overlap exists between the vore and diaper kinks in that what (or in this case ‘who’) you eat becomes next days diaper load. either way, these bulges turn me on. Straaaaange thing being human. We’re fraking crazy. But hey.......this fact ain’t nothing new. Just more nuanced in the era of the great digital disruption.

That would be just now. I woke up in the early morning and have been awake for 30 min. I felt the need and so got on my knees and let it out into the seat of my diaper. I let the lump be for a bit, but just sat down on it. Such a strange feeling being in a poopy diaper. Yawn...Going back to bed I think. I’ll change in the morning.

Thursday. I was out making deliveries and had to REALLY GO all day but it was a busy day. My diaper got to a point of saturation and about 3pm, I was picking up an order that wasn’t ready and I got my diaper bag to change in their restroom. It was in use and while I waited, I gave in, bent my knees a little, and filled my soggy diaper. It lasted for 10 whole seconds, I swear....one of the longest and weightiest of my life. I could feel it pushing out on my pants and had to kinda spread my legs a bit more to make room for it. i finished up, checked the bulge, and had about 30 seconds of semi-nervous waiting for the unlocking of the restroom. Changed fairly quickly as I didn’t squish it, triple bagged it, and threw it away in a nearby dumpster. i try to poop in the morning in my overnight diaper and change in the morning....but sometimes I don’t or can’t. I blame the burrito I digested the day earlier for throwing me off. That was the last time....but looking forward to Tuesday and Wednesday. I try not to poop in my diapers when I’m working but do wear a diaper because of the lack of toilets and quick pace of the work. It just is better to go in my diaper and change once a day. I usually fill up 2 in a work day.....but get the stinky stuff done beforehand.

I go to Burning Man for a VERY long time every year...and those 2ish months ARE my life. I’m an artist at heart but enjoy science, mythology, and mysticism. I’m one of the best substitute teachers of all time, a delivery boy, alchemist, and ex-shaman. I’ve been living in my van for years and would also say I’m an “air nomad” of sorts. my year consists of making money doing fairly easy tasks (as I have ZERO ambition to “rise” in the ranks of this horrid excuse of society full of bullsh*t and bullsh*tters) in order to go back to burning man where I help build giant wooden art projects we later burn down for no pay because WE DONT BELIEVE IN MONEY OUT THERE. Also, I dress kind of strange now because of that thing in the desert really shifted my sense of “giving a sh*t what others think of me”. im fairly grey-asexual but do have 2 kinks, one of which is diapers. I wear nearly every day when doing deliveries in San Francisco. Never at school because BOUNDARIES, yo. i enjoy messing more than wetting but have found with day-to-day wear that wetting is pretty cool too. I wear L4’s. not really into age play or being a baby but....I go to burning man and am very open to new experiences. There is a lot more to this burner thing than can be described to someone who has never gone. Ironically, I have never worn publicly at the burn but have seen several. I know you’re out there and GOOD FOR YOU. I’m not THAT brave...but then again I have a reputation in that city. I’m not just anyone. And it’s a LONG story that I’m putting on the restricted access shelf. i enjoy smoking weed, drinking beer/wine/whatever, whippits, and psychedelic drugs in proper set and setting. Not really C or K or MDMA, though.....I have a brain to keep from completely falling into mad oblivion, but drugs are fraking awesome and that doesn’t make me a bad person. i am a genuinely kind man. Kind to the point I hide myself from the world because, given all my spirity mumbo jumbo, I CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH PEOPLE and tend to stay away from most human hearts as they have a tendency for cruelty, emotional unawareness, ignorance, and selfishness on a level I just can’t handle given my level of ‘sensitivity’. It’s a profound weakness of mine in the default world but becomes my literal SUPERPOWER at the burn....the people out there have good hearts and are not so accepting of default social norms, practices, and paradigms. what else? I’m just this guy. I live in my van. I wear and use diapers for what they’re meant for. When I’m wearing, it isn’t a sexual thing. When I’m not, it is. Kinda strange, but hey, it is what it is. Not much more to say. I’m in several esoteric cults but don’t subscribe to any kind of hierarchy within those cults (the best of them don’t have them and go based purely on social/mystical merit). I believe in the power of the universe to create spontaneous order from chaos....but, as a discordant sage, am a HUGE FAN of Eris and all that chaos crap. I also enjoy Bob and his church of the sub genius....but would not consider myself a Bobbie, despite enjoying his literature, especially concerning the concept of SLACK. i enjoy living wild and free. I enjoy the air of Northern California, the deserts of Nevada, the waters of pyramid lake, and the exquisite fires of Black Rock City...in all their pregnant causes mixed. hey. How ya doin’ diaper folks?