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I really enjoy it, although I haven't actually done it that much in the last few years. It'll come back round though, these things act in waves for myself. The first time I did it in purpose I was 12 approaching 13. I'd thought about it for a couple of years and thinking about my old memories of it (accidentally), and the desire to experiment kept getting stronger as the fact I had a kink for this sort of thing set in. Eventually I did it one day when I had a rare, very short window of having the house to myself and pooped myself while stood in the bathroom. I wanted to do it more but at first was really anxious about getting caught so the opportunities were few. I learnt I could do it with the bathroom door closed, but found it too nerve-wracking, particularly after once having to respond to a question shouted from a parent arriving home downstairs whilst I was still in the toilet having just done my thing. Of course, there was zero risk of being caught here but I was generally nervous and that was too much. By the time I was the tail end of 13 I got some more freedom and my parents were more comfortable leaving me at home for periods, so I started doing it more. Thankfully for myself at the time I had consistently very firm bowel movements which were relatively super easy for clean-up afterwards, so even though my main kink remained with the pee side I actually ended up pants pooping more as logistically it was easier. I did the classic 'toilet paper in pants' thing for a bit but realised it was so rarely necessary I just stopped! It hit a height around 14-16 when I got more regular free item after school, and I'd do it in my room or in different bits of the house and trying different positions / playacting fantasies in my head. I also got oddly bold for my teen self who was normally anxious as anything - I passed through a quiet area near my house consisting of a few wild fields surrounded by the surrounding residential bits, used for dogwalkers mainly. When I was 14/15, after one strangely out of character moment I got into filling my pants while walking through this area, confident as it was quiet and anyone that was there was very spaced out. This was only a short period though as a slightly mistimed understanding of my parents schedule led to them arriving home 30 seconds - minute after myself enjoying summers day filling my pants on the last quiet leg of the journey home. It spooked me so much I only ever did it one other time there late in the evening when I was 17/18. Then going to University when I was 18 reinvigorated me as I had a private bedroom with a tiny ensuite toilet, and sometimes getting home after stressful classes and filling my pants was very cathartic. These days pants pooping is something I enjoy once in a while at home. It always feels like such an amazing sensation as it happens and if I'm wanting to be in little space it completely works and is a powerful regressor. However, I dislike the clean-up enough that I simply don't indulge much.

I really enjoy pants pooping but don't get to do it as much as I'd like. I did it a lot in my teens and early 20s but these days its a rare treat when I do. I also love the idea of doing it and then just continuing whatever is at hand with a load in the back. Firmer messes are hugely preferred due to not just a significantly easier cleanup but just the whole sensory experience suhc as the tenting out of your briefs. I think it also harkens back to when I was a kid and had very reliably big and really firm poops so in terms of going into little headspace, it ticks all the boxes.

I do really enjoy holding while padded. My main thing is desperation and holding it in so its only natural it'd combine with my interest in nappies. Its quite a different experience from holding in normal underwear and I actually find it often makes needing to go more intense. The combination of knowing I could easily let go at any point and it'd be 'ok' and the fact that nappies make it much harder to do things like hold yourself can make the desperation way more significant. It does feel great holding while padded, I've loved desperation for literally as long as I can remember and when in the right mood the sensation of urgently needing the toilet is so fun to play with. I've always wanted to force myself into a genuine accident and it has been very difficult as I seem to be wired to be very good at keeping it in, but wearing a nappy while needing a pee bad is the closest I've ever come to orchestrating this and I have genuinely lost control and wet my nappy once as it ups the desperation so much. I also love the feeling of squirming and dancing while in a nappy and how the bulk between your legs influences your movements and makes me feel very little. I remember one evening a couple of years ago similar to yours described in which I spent an evening in a nappy while needing to go badly from both ends, spending a couple of hours playing video games while squirming and dancing about trying to keep it in. The moment when I did eventually stand up and let go felt so good and it is still the only time I've ever done both things in my nappy at once. I stayed in my messy nappy for a bit and it was probably the longest I'd remained in one. I'd love to try this again when I get the time.

I get this sometimes. Whenever I poop my pants (or sometimes nappy but less often) I strongly prefer it to be firm and large - I do enjoy messier softer loads and the sensation is still great, but different. I just detest the cleanup and find firm loads are so much easier. When I started pants pooping on purpose when I was younger I used to always do very firm poops and I guess this imprinted on what I like. So sometimes if I end up going to the toilet and doing a really firm poop I end up kind of wishing I'd have done it in my pants or a nappy - this exact regret happened a few days ago ?

Haha yes a lot of my toileting habits were trial and error. I don't think it was a rash because I don't remember any pain, I just remember being in my room and starting to 'feel' my dirty underwear against my bottom alongside just the sense of, well, not being clean around my bum, and getting this sort of "uh oh, this isn't good" feeling as if I expected anything else to happen. If I did skid my underwear normally I couldn't feel it because it was just dry stains but I could properly feel the poop this time and knew things had gone bad. Rashes sound really nasty and I thankfully have no recollection of experiencing it either at the expected age or later on. What I do remember with rash like feelings is the discomfort of how it feels when you wet yourself or really heavily leak and how when the clothing becomes clammy and cool it can sometimes feel a bit uncomfortable against the skin. I particularly remember this one time when I was like 6 I wet myself at school but somehow wasn't detected / got away with it (I used to hold it a lot and leak quite a bit so not unheard of, was just one of the times it was particularly heavy), and as I was walking home I could feel the leg elastic from my briefs clinging / rubbing on my skin and producing this kind of uncomfortable feeling which was almost like pin pricks on my skin. When I started to do it deliberately in my pre-teens I remember experiencing this sensation again and it was surprisingly nostalgic because I'd kind of forgotten about it. Anyway, big tangent and not super related to the topic but hey-ho, I like rambling

I guess I stopped being changed at the time I stopped wearing nappies, sometime around 3. I can't remember being changed at all however. I was similar and remember I had to get help wiping for much longer than should've been the case, maybe 7 or so. It wasn't every single time but I just didn't seem to be very good at wiping down there and oftentimes if I tried myself I'd end up heavily skidding my underwear or just being uncomfortable, so when I could I'd get help. I remember once when I was maybe 6 or so, I had a poo while my mother was downstairs doing music lessons so I couldn't get her help. Apparently being eager to get back to playing I decided to just not wipe, pulled up my briefs, flushed and went back to playing. I can't remember exactly what happened straight after but after a bit I started to become aware that unsurprisingly my underwear became dirty and I had to go to my mum when she was done teaching and tell her I needed some assistance because there was a... um... problem down there ? Of course I eventually learnt, but like various things with toileting as a kid it took me a bit longer to get it all correct.

Also would have not known. At least, if he did I'd have some serious questions! I've never broadcasted it and keep a tight lid on what I did and what I still do.

Aah they never found out, at least I don't think they did! I tried to keep it secret, hehe

Definitely have done this at various points in my life. As a little kid when I was 3 I used to hold it in till I could wear a nappy to go in, and even then would have to go through a 'ritual' of sorts where I'd hold it in for a while even if it was desperate, usually going to a room or spot by myself to do so. Eventually I'd decide the 'time was right' and would fill my nappy, then go and ask to get changed. When I got into pooping my pants in my pre-teens and teens I remember I'd sometimes hold it in to ensure my poo would be both large and nice and firm when I did it. I usually had firm poops but could almost guarantee it by waiting a bit - I normally went anywhere between 1-3 days between poops and would sometimes add an extra day on deliberately in anticipation of a pants filling. I even remember once spending a day at school and then a friends afterwards really needing a poo but holding it in anticipation of a pants filling I'd planned out to happen when I got home and the house would be empty for a bit. I remember being at his thinking about the filling that was going to happen later and reminding myself it was worth the effort of really needing to go and holding it, haha These days I tend to not really hold it for the express purpose of changing the poop but I do like a bit of desperation sometimes. If I'm filling my pants I like to make it feel a bit like an accident sometimes as it ticks my Little box massively, however if I'm doing it in a nappy I tend to not hold.

God knows exactly why I do, if we want to psychoanalyse I why do these things. The shorter answer is it just feels good. Its the same thing as pooping my pants, something I started doing in my early teens and the diaper is just an extension of this as I got into it later in life. I think its a combination of many things. I must admit I do sometimes quite like the feeling of pooping regarding where it happens and always have done. Then doing it in my pants / diaper feels even more relieving for some reason, and I love the sensation of it pushing out, filling whatever I'm wearing and pushing the material away. The moments as it is coming out are 100% the best moment of messing for me, coupled with that immediate satisfying relief when you are done and have a large buldge behind you. Its very raw and satisfying, and of course makes me feel in quite an ABDL mindset if I choose to be. Even better if its a big firm log which are my favourites, but every now and then I get the itch to do a more soft and messy one and it is often enjoyable. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact I really dislike the cleanup I'd probably mess at home as much as I possibly could. I just find cleanup a real turn off and kind of wish it could be magically sorted - perhaps I need a carer or someone to do that part, then I can just live in pants pooping heaven!

Yes to public, no to with a friend. I love the idea as a fantasy but in practicality I can't quite imagine how it'd play out or feel. Never had a playmate for anything like this so its hard to imagine doing it with someone else, let alone outside. But love the idea as a fantasy and enjoy reading about those who do it, provided it doesn't go too far / violate the personal rules I have as far as public limits go.

I have a surprisingly good memory of when I was about 3 or so, where I did a big poo in my diaper while I was in my bedroom upstairs. I went through a period where although I was "out" of nappies I had issues with refusing to poop elsewhere, so when I did have to go I'd say and be put in a nappy until it happened, whether it was shortly after or later. I had a weird thing with pooping where even when wearing a nappy I'd inexplicably hold it because I didn't feel 'ready' - its difficult to describe, I had to go through an almost ritual holding process. In the case of this memory I was doing this even though I was desperate, and only remember alternating between stomping around my bedroom and standing still while straining to keep it from coming out. Eventually some undetermined time later I felt ready and I pooped myself as I stood bent forwards near the bed. For all I know these were unconnected times but my brain stitched them together. I think the only reason I remember this period is because of the mild difficulties I had with getting out of going number two in nappies. I have various recollections from life around at that age but they are all fairly short, kinda like flashbulb moments. The above memory is one of the slightly more formed ones but even then they aren't anywhere near as fleshed out as slightly later childhood.

It was never really referred to in code or with things like 'boom boom' (I'm not sure thats a UK thing but correct me if I'm wrong). Accidents in my family were generally just referred to by myself or others as: "Accidents", "Wetting yourself", "Wet your pants", "Weeing yourself", "Wee your pants", "Peeing yourself" "Pee your pants" - that sorta thing. Pooping seemed to have less phrases and was just more "Pooping yourself "Pooing yourself" or simply "Doing a poo in your pants". I distinctly remember the last one being used in relation to a time I pooped myself as a young-ish kid. I always found it odd even as a kid when people used 'code' for bodily functions in that sense, or referring to it in more baby-ish terms like 'poo poo' at an older age. I know this absolutely happens but at least for my family and circles it was fairly non-special lingo. The only one I recall being used sometimes is 'stinky' but that seemed to be reserved for babies and toddlers still in nappies.

Love these ideas!

I'm not into them these days, but when I was young I was absolutely mad about Spider-Man and Batman. Had costumes and loved wearing them wherever I could. My interest started to wane by the time I was about 8/9 but I still loved the video games about Superheroes. Honestly, I'd completely forgotten about the costumes and my love of them as a younger kid. Maybe thats an area to tap into for the little mindset!

I've actually discovered an interesting potential method of regression by accident recently, one that is quite personal to me. As a child I was lucky enough to spend a lot of time in nature having two parents who loved hiking, and unfortunately as an adult that dropped off due to a multitude of reasons mainly revolving around adult responsibilities and lack of time. Recently however, I've begun to do this again and I've actually found it to be an incredibly nostalgic sensory experience, with certain sounds and smells of nature almost transporting me back in time to walking as a kid, almost anywhere from being a toddler to my pre-teens. I'd certainly like to explore this more, but obviously it presents some logistical issues if I wanted to have a 'session' of regression or anything with it being, well, somewhat location specific and public! Anyone else have this with locations and mindset?

The funny thing is, in retrospect I don't think any of my efforts to hide what was happening were ever really successful, even though in my mind I had this preconception I would be able to either deflect attention or disguise it so I wouldn't get asked. I remember trying to cover my pee dances or wiggling by pretending I was doing other things, particularly during playtime or say P.E where I would just act as if I was really into something and assume this would cover the need to go. I think the reality was less that I wasn't getting asked because I was concealing it well than it was just I was a fairly low-maintenance kid compared to others in my class and any adult eyes were preoccupied with other things. So it was still fairly obvious to classmates or anyone else, but those in any position of responsibility to question it often passed me by due to general "quiet smart kid who gets on with it" demeanour. I think its likely more classmates noticed than I realised, but for the most part only a few ever questioned. Yet I remember when they did it being embarrassing and as said, almost being frustrated it was brought up. Its funny that this denial and holding it from shyness later became a fixation in life. It is hard to understand but I guess we look back from an adult perspective on behaviour that can't be explained from said adult mindset!

Its a feeling I really love. Yet the cleanup afterwards is something I dislike enough that it makes me less likely to want to do it. When I first started pooping myself as a pre-teen all the way until my late teens / early adulthood, I had really firm and big bowel movements that didn't create a huge amount of mess. When the situation allowed it I'd love to load my pants and then slower lower myself onto it, feeling it almost pancaking out beneath my bottom and then spending a bit of time just walking around or sitting with a huge load of poo in my pants. Sometimes they were so clean I could almost just empty my pants out at the end, wipe a bit and the job was done. I never get loads like this now, and although I love the feeling I have little private time to enjoy it and the cleanup is both messy and hard to hide. I've thought before about adjusting my diet to experience easier cleanups again but it feels like a lot of effort.

I really like the way it feels when you have trousers over a nappy when you poop in it, even though I've only actually pooped in a nappy a few times. I like to mess my pants more often and feel the nappy experience isn't distinctive enough to warrant using one, considering they have a cost associated with them. The same goes for pants messing, having something on over it feels nice and also makes the load hug against your backside more if its not loose fit.

Hello! As part of my exploring my newfound little side I thought I'd introduce myself here, as I think Infant School is where a significant part of me lies. Certainly out of nappies, but not entirely dry yet. I've never properly explored this headspace or roleplayed or anything, and am perhaps a bit daunted by it all and exactly how to satisfy or experience it all, but I guess introducing is a first step right?

Its funny how, apart from the part regarding age, these two sentences could easily have been used to describe me. And much of your post. This resonates. The combination of never wanting to leave my task, play or work, alongside my shyness set the scene and I remember holding and leaking a lot in various scenarios, whether it was squirming around on one of those little plastic chairs that in retrospect look heinously uncomfortable, on the playground, in the hall, many situations around the school. I think I may have been lucky in how often the leaks showed up and I must admit I have wondered why it wasn't more of an issue. I think it may have been the grey school trousers we wore that partly saved the day, as I think they tended not to show wetness unless it was a significant gush or just excessive build up. It would explain the days where my underwear would feel pretty wet but there wasn't anything, at least to my knowledge, showing. There was the odd time it did though, and I recall those times looking down and seeing the spot on my front. I've honestly thought about trying to acquire an adult pair of this classic UK uniform one day. I guess I was also lucky not to experience any direct bullying around it, or the shame it may have brought. There was certainly shame from the day I had a full accident and essentially the entire playground was aware, and although I was teased it didn't translate into proper bullying, or if it did I've blocked it out. I was a little defensive to any speculation or questions to me needing the toilet. I remember once vehemently denying I needed a pee to someone in my class. She said something to me about my clear need to go after observing her classmate pulling every 'need the toilet' manoeuvre in the book, and I denied it in an almost frustrated rebuttal like I didn't want the topic to be discussed.

Accidents at school were a thing for me although most were partial where I'd do a bit in my pants which was rarely enough to show through and if it did it was just a small round spot. Most of the time it was contained to my underwear and I'd sometimes have days with multiple leaks that were spread out and so it never went through. I didn't have bladder issues or anything, just a habit of holding it in at school a lot because I disliked having to ask to go or the toilets available. It meant I was semi-regularly in a state of prolonged needing the toilet and the leaks happened when my attention was wandering and I'd forget about my need or just when I was getting a desperate. I had one full wetting in Year 1 (UK Primary) and pooped myself once although I don't recall it very well. This was exactly my attitude when I peed myself and I tried to pretend nothing had happened at all. Unfortunately it didn't go even remotely aswell as this girl. I guess a lot of the time its potentially easier to conceal having pooped than it is peed.

Woops, my bad. In that case, my bedroom. How incredibly uninteresting, haha I've wet a diaper outside before, but never poop.

Honestly it was the similarities which compelled me to share since reading through it completely brought my experience to mind. I can't really remember what happened after I pooped myself, so I've often wondered what happened. I know I once pooped myself at school despite not remembering it happening. I've also wondered about the caretaker aspect to that, how it was dealt with, what occured. I think the fact that part of the memory is absent on both counts is telling that there is very little caretaker aspect for me with this. Its more about the personal experiences and sensations of doing it and the mindspace it puts you in. Perhaps there is an undiscovered caretaker aspect for me, but having only explored solo and with it not entering my fantasies I'm unsure.

Hello! I'm fairly new to most things surrounding the AB/DL community or adult kids. Been aware of it for years now but am only recently starting to realise there may well be an element of this in my psychology I never investigated or embraced enough. Having spent some time considering various areas, I think the adult kid side seems to be far more relevant for me than the adult baby side. Its an area I'm kind of keen to explore, but I'll be honest, I don't really know where to begin or how to 'play' with it solo. I'm not really interested in any in-person stuff at the moment and am single, so its very much personal exploration. I think somewhere between 4 - 9 is where I lie. So to get to the question which I realise is rather general and perhaps vague, how do you guys get into the mindset or play with it? What sort of things help? I'm quite into the toileting side of things, whether its potty training or accidents later on and for a long time thought this would be the only side of 'adult kid-ing' I'd be into, but in my attempts to open my thoughts I'm considering other ideas. I know its a very general question but any thoughts would be super appreciated