Farah Winehouse

Wow Dune1001....your experience sounds strikingly similar to mine in many ways. Many enjoy wetting themselves, but not so much for me. I have wet myself, but for some reason, I don't enjoy it as much. Reading the accounts of others, it is apparent that a great percentage of those who soil themselves also fantasize about a caretaker....who will clean them up and change them into a fresh diaper. This isn't the case for me however. Having a dominant woman checking my diaper to confirm that I have soiled myself is okay as far as my fantasy goes, but I prefer to clean myself up. I am fine with the idea of a dominant woman powdering me up and putting me into a fresh, clean diaper only after I have cleaned myself. Sent from my SM-J727VPP using Tapatalk

Nonny, glad you could relate to my story, albeit for reasons at the opposite end of the spectrum. Sent from my SM-J727VPP using Tapatalk

I was potty trained like just about everyone else. I specifically remember playing outside in the front yard one afternoon and the urge to potty hit me very strongly. I recall trying to hold it in with all my might, only to realize after a brief moment...that mother nature was going to win this battle. Thoughts of panic raced through my mind...this is really about to happen and I can't stop it. In my mind, I was screaming. "Noooooo!!!" Then I felt a massive load starting to peak in the rear side of my shorts. I tried desperately to clinch and maybe hold it long enough so I could hopefully make it to the front door and inside to the bathroom, but to no avail. I remained in a squatted position, looking in every direction with a feeling of helpless desperation, hoping noone would see the predicament I was in. My bowels emptied for what seemed like forever even though it was only for a brief moment. The poo pushed against my shorts as it pressed outward further and further...making a large teepee in the back of my shorts and I could feel the elastic waistband in my shorts stretching tighter and tighter against my abdomen as a massive load of poo was growing in the seat of my jogging shorts. After doing my business and making sure noone had noticed, I peered around my side and rotated my hips a bit...hoping my accident wasn't noticeable. My stomach sank as I got a glimpse...there was no hiding this...it was gigantic. I wondered to myself, "How am I going to make it inside to the bathroom without anyone noticing?" I quickly came to the realization that the deal was done and there was nothing I could do but take a walk of shame to the front door. I knew I could have called out to my parents for help, but I was too embarrassed. So I slowly waddled my way to the house...feeling the massive log of poo swing from left to right with each careful step I took. I finally made it inside to the restroom without anyone noticing as far as I knew. I cleaned up and carried on like nothing had happened. Only thing is....something did happen to me that day...something I repressed for years. As terrified as I was about messing myself that day, I specifically recall how good it also felt...just to let go...which I did once I realized I couldn't stop it from happening anyway. I never could have anticipated the feeling of comfort that came over me as my shorts filled uncontrollably as the teepee of poo in the back of the shorts stretched farther and farther. The waddle walk to the house felt surprisingly wonderful as well. Well life carried on normally for many years, but as I grew older, I started having fantasies about beautiful women restraining me and forcing me to poop myself in front of them and their friends as well. I imagined how they would giggle, point, and laugh at me....amused by my embarrassment. I have pooped myself many times over the years because for one, it feels good...both physically and mentally as well...the feeling of just letting go is addictive. This leads me to the second reason I enjoy it....humiliation. I realized a few years ago that I have a humiliation fetish that drives much of this....the emasculating affect it has on me is so enjoyable. I started messing myself years ago....doing so primarily in spandex shorts or undies because I could more easily watch in the mirror with delight as they stretched and were filled with massive loads of poo. Nowadays, I like using diapers....I love the crinkling sound as they fill and I can easily dispose of them. Diapers also satisfy my humiliation kink as well...I mean a grown person pooping themselves in diapers...very emasculating. Sorry this reply was so long, but that is my journey into being diapered. Not sure if I would wear diapers 24/7, but the thought of it has become increasingly enticing. Heck, I would love to wear an adult onesie and get a pacifier as well. Oh well...happy diapering to you! Sent from my SM-J727VPP using Tapatalk

Hello to all here at the DD site. I am Farah. Just a sissy who enjoys wearing diapers....kind of a fantasy thing for me really...having a dominant woman forcing me into diapers...how delightfully emasculating. Anyhow, just gonna check out the site and see what it has to offer and hopefully make some friends here.