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I've always found the idea of messy diapers hot, but it took me a long time to get to the point where I felt comfortable changing my messy diapers.

I just want to establish first that I live with my parents in the same house. Earlier this past year, my mother was found to have the bacteria Helicobacter Pylori following a procedure. She was on a two-week antibiotic course. She returned for her test 2 weeks after her antibiotic course and the bacteria is still present. Now I'm feeling particularly guilty because I've messed somewhat frequently over the past few weeks, and while I've been able to wipe most of it away, I still have to use the shower to rinse some of it away. (I do not use a sponge or anything) I also put down a fairly substantial layer of Comet in the bathtub every time I do this. I'm wondering if my ABDL activities are the root cause of this problem afflicting my mother. There are no symptoms, but the antibiotic course is annoying. 50% of the adult population in the world is affected by H. Pylori, so then again, maybe this is not a consequence of my activities... but I don't know.

First off all im new to this forum, so far is really like it, anyway here's my first post :3. As i do enjoy messing my diapers, i only like a "solid" mess. Does anyone have suggestion on how to get a big solid load? Any suggestions are welcome .

Hello all I am Dipweek. I am a 24-year-old male and I have decided that for the next week or so ill wear nothing but diapers. I will update this post as the week goes on and share my experiences.

After reading some of the really well written and sometimes hysterical reviews about these things, I wondered if anyone here has ever eaten them in order to force uncontrollable messing?

Hello everyone. I just signed up today and am hoping to get some info. But first I'll introduce myself. I'm a 24 year old male. I've never worn diapers (aside from when I was a baby of course), but I really wish to try them out in the future. Hopefully the near future. For a long time now I've liked using my underwear as the bathroom. And I wish to switch to a more protective form. So to start off, where would be the appropriate topic area to ask for diaper information? I feel like I'll post in the wrong area and offend, or gross out, people on here if I do it in the wrong area.

It's been way too long since I was able to stink my pants up last. I miss it. All because I have a roommate. Schedules never line up to where I can be alone for a long time. A long enough time to drop a load and have fun with it. In the past 2 years I've done it ONCE. I wish I was able to afford a place of my own with not one roommate. Being able to poop my pants is such a reliever of stress. Why can't there be a safe haven somewhere? Where people in my situation can go to, free of charge, to sit around and crap their pants/diapers.

Woke up this morning to find I'd peed the bed, which I had been planning on. Abena M4s can take some serious punishment. I was a bit hung over from the 4th but it wasn't too bad, which is great since I barely remember getting into diapers the night before.

(Apologies for minor errors, I try to avoid them but I know they crop up occasionally. If it's something that majorly effects a sentence or is a fairly big deal, let me know. If I used 'their' instead of 'they're', don't bother. Also, I'm going to get all of my references out in one chapter, so see if you can find them all. There isn't much diaper content here in this part of the story, but I promise it shows up later. Now, to start off my book in the most elegant way possible:) Chapter 1: Touchdown. "Fuck!" One of the engineers, by the name of Dobson, screamed, as a hunk of superheated steel came crashing down, narrowly missing him. "Dammit, Walter, hold her steady!" he shouted into the intercom, to the pilot. There was a brief gap before he replied. "Walter's dead. This is Tosh," replied a voice, as a young face flickered onto the screen. "What the hell happened?" "A loose reactor cable came loose, and when he tried to get it back in he..." he trailed off. There wasn't much else to say, and even if there was he had trouble choking it out. The singed, lifeless body on the floor made its own message. "The forward thrusters burnt out on the entry, we can't land it!" was the shouted reply, as the enormous craft shuddered. The metal outer shell was white hot, begining to melt from the heat of re-entry. That wasn't supposed to happen, an air gap was supposed to build up and superheat instead, protecting the shell. All it took was a two degree miscalculation and a highly oxygenated air pocket, and the ship went from warm and cozy to crispy fried. "Not my fault, we can't do anything about it from back here." There was a loud crash, and another support beam collapsed. The ship shuddered again, as they spun out of control. "Well, what CAN we do?" He shouted, over the din of the fires starting all around him. Tosh shrugged, admitting defeat. "I don't know. We're out of options. "Fins?" Dobson suggested, and Tosh started trying to adjust the forward maneuvering fins. He had scoffed at them before; they weren't needed for in-space flight and were practically worthless with the forward thrusters installed. Now, they could potentially save lives. Except they couldn't, because the white-hot metal had fused to the ship, rendering them unusable. "Can you steer at all?" A head shake this time. "Slow our decent?" Again, head shake. "What about the escape pods?" "Even if we got to them in time, they aren't big enough to hold everyone on the... Wait, the escape pods have their own reserve engines, right?" Tosh asked. He wasn't prepared for any of this, but he still knew the engineering of the ship. "Yeah, so what?" "So can we use them to slow us down?" "That... That might just work. What's the ETA before crashdown?" he asked. "Three minutes. Big planets mean big atmosphere, this one is at least three times the size of eart..." he stopped himself, there were more important things to do. "Let's slow this thing down." ......................... "Fuck!" Sarah yelled as she grabbed a needle of adrenaline and painkillers, injecting it straight into the chest of the next injured to be dragged in. It certainly wasn't the best cure for their wound, (Three missing fingers and massive burns,) but she couldn't worry about that now. They needed people back to work then, no delays, if they wanted to survive the crash. The worst cases, missing limps, comatose, brain damaged, they got to stay. But if you could walk and talk without screaming, you were declared fit to get back to work. "How many more?" she asked her assistant, Don, grabbing a bandage gun and sealing a massive cut on someones stomach, so their intestines would stop spilling out of their gut. Poor guy, she thought, as he was lead into the room with the other criticals. Anyone with an injury that bad had no chance of surviving the crash, bandage or no. The best he could hope for was that the painkillers in the liquid bandage would work quickly, and he could spend his last few moments of life with some peace. But, in a matter of minutes the shock would kill them all, no matter how much medical attention they got. "We have a dozen lined up, and they keep coming in," her assistant, ever faithful and diligent, replied. The structural damage was causing massive failure everywhere, and massive failure on a personnel transport ship meant massive injuries. She reached for another needle, but the shelf was empty. "Where's all our supplies?" "We used it all, sir," Don replied. "We can't have, I had a hundred thousand CC's prepared." Sarah was growing frantic now. "And at a thousand CC's a dose, we ran out," he explained, somehow keeping his cool. "There are three crates in the storage room, and another in the escape bay," he added. "If we need more, I can go fetch some..." "No," Sarah said, cutting him off. "I'll get it. Track and Field, silver medal. I trust you, keep everything under control." She nodded at him, not taking the time for a handshake, and was out the door in a matter of seconds. ....................... Dobson and Tosh both arrived at the escape pod simultaneously, hurrying to their respective locations with just a short nod. "How long before we can launch?" Tosh asked, from the helm. "Any time, but if we want enough power to divert the ship I'll have to take some time to divert power to the engines." "Do it, we're running out of time." "Do you have a plan to slow us down?" "Ramming count?" "Fantastic." ....................... "Sir, what are we going to do?" David asked his captain. "Sir?" The captain, James Harrison, simply stared blankly at the screens. "Sir!" "We're all going to die..." "SIR!" David yelled, trying to get the captain to snap out of it. When it became clear he couldn't, a new tactic was approached. "On behalf of the United Federation of the Human Race, I hereby relinquish you of command. Helmsman, take the deck," he said, ordering the third in command to take charge. "Where are you going?" Asked the Helmsman, seeing David stand up. "Getting the captain to safety. In charge or no, it's my duty to see that he survives." Making the captain get to his feet, David supported him and forced him to walk, the blank stare on James' face un-nerving everyone in a ten foot radius. They made it through the ship, equipment breaking all around them, to get to safety. ..................... Thirty seconds later, the OSC Griffin crashed into hard, unforgiving rock. On the ship, there were no survivors.

Hiya! I'm an ABDL girl in my mid-20s and I recently started a blog as an outlet for my messy diaper interests! You can check out my blog here: http://littlemisspottypants.blogspot.com/ My blog features real experiences I've had with my Daddy, fantasies, and random thoughts about ABDL. It focuses heavily on the messing aspect, which is my favorite part of ABDL play! Thanks for checking me out!