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I like to keep things natural. Combining psyllium and psilocybin can make for the ultimate in diaper messing. A truly transcending experience. It cleanses the soul and purges the digestive system. I don't do it often but a few times a year I like to pound some metamucil and eat a few shrooms. There are few words to describe the experience. Usually pleasant sensations become amplified and the mindset intensly real.

Tomorrow morning I will awake and down some psilocybin while wearing my wet night diapers. This is what I expect to experience based on last year's adventure. My eyes will open and I'll slowly gain my senses. A thick wet diaper will bulge between my legs, reminding me that today I am a 12 year old diapered bedwetter. I immediately notice a painfull pressure in my bladder and a heavy fullnes in my tummy. Without hesitation I release my bladder and feel a hot gush of pee wash down over my balls and into my diaper. I reach over to the nightstand and pick up a small pile of mushrooms. The last dose of psyllium has cleared my stomach and the shrooms are followed by a bottle of water. I shudder briefly at the bitter taste. With the pressure released from my bladder I can now tolerate the growing need to poop. The urgency is strong but I know from experience I can muster up a super human effort to restrain myself. It's amazing how long the human body can maintain control. I know that eventually the physical laws of nature will render me incapable of that control.

As the psilocybin is absorbed into my system, I begin to feel an energy begin to glow deep within me. When I reach down and touch my warm plastic pants a wave of chills spreads from my crotch outward. It sounds funny but the chills are warm and fuzzy. The physical sensations are accompanied by a deep awareness of who I am. I'm 12 again. The diapered bedwetter of my youth.

I grab whats left of a blankie I've had since I was small and waddle down to the tv room. I plop down on the couch and begin to suck my thumb. I'm not the youngest in the house but have always been indulged. One of my older sisters playfully teases the "big baby." I hear my mother's voice and she is not happy. "Go upstairs and get that wet diaper off before you start watching tv", I'm told. I slowly climb the stairs and walk to the bathroom. The door is closed and the shower is on. My oldest sister has begun the 1/2 hour ritual of beautification. I feel a spark of panic as the urgency in my bowels clicks up a notch in intensity. I take my place back on the couch and hope to God I can hold it until the bathrooms open.

I'm feeling increasingly uncomfortable. The pressure in my bowels continues to grow. The shrooms give me clarity. It feels completly real. And of course it is. My colon is as full as it could possibly be. I feverishly suck my thumb while I squirm in discomfort. After an hour I'm trip'n my ass off. I'm still holding back the inevidable. How, I'm not at all sure of. I want the release to be authentically accidental. Just like when I was 12.

My mind is surprisingly calm. Despite the powerfull urge to poop, I'm thinking how my mom will be upset that I had a big poo accident. So I continue to fight it back. I decide to push myself over the edge of control. I can't stand the painfull urge but I'm still managing enough control to hold on. Barely. I pick up off the coffee table a small squeezable bulb filled with glycerin. With efficiency I work my hand down the back of my diaper, insert the tip into my butt and squeeze the majic juice in. I repeat the procedure a second time and then move to the floor. I slide a pillow under my butt to elevate my crotch and let the glycerin penetrate deep into my bowels. I'm keenly aware of a new, powerfull urgency unlike any I have ever felt. I reposition myself onto my knees and lay my head down on the pillow with my diapered bottom up in the air. The new position should have been enough to keep the urge at bay. But the glycerin has ignited the launch sequence. There will be no stopping it now.

The shrooms have awakened every nerve cell in my body. My crotch is hyper-sensitive. I feel an enormous turd begin to slide effortlessly into my diaper. It begins as a painfully firm poop that slowly begins to soften. I am suddenly in the grips of an involuntary contraction and a mighty surge of soft poo piles quickly over the solid mass that preceeded it. A second more powerfull surge follows another contraction. This mighty flow continues unabatted for a full 10 seconds. An enormous volume of warm, soft poo spreads up under my balls. I reach back in a futile effort to stop the bulge from expanding. It is indeed futile. I'm pooping with wreckless abandon and I begin to wonder if it will ever stop.

I hear in my head my older sister laughing. "Jackie is making a big one, Mom." Now I'm in trouble. But the teasing isn't enough to satisfy her. Being bigger than me she quickly overpowers me and begins groping the bulging protrusion in the seat of my diapers. A sweet pungency fills the air. She finds paydirt and squeels with delight.

"Looks like the big baby has a messy diaper!" I feel a hand placed firmly on my bulging plastic pants and slowly begin to press. I realize for the first time that there is a throbbing hardness in the front of my diaper. The hand on that big mound of poop starts to press and slide. Press and slide. I'm beginning to rock with the motion when the strongest contration yet forces one last surge into my diaper. In seconds I'm convulsing in climax as I experience a mind blowing poogasm. The relief is complete. I colapse on the floor, my diapers fully loaded and my balls tingling sweetly.

The voice I hear is my mothers. "I told you what happens to messy wet boys. We're going to change you into a clean diaper and let your sister watch you the rest of the day." If only the psilocibin could make the voices real.

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  • 10 months later...

Tho I'm not at all interested in hallucinogens or anything, I like the story quite a lot.

Funny how a year goes by and I've finally gotten around to trying shrooms again. It's hard to type when the keys keep moving. Ha!

If I get the chance , I'll check in with results. I have 3 days of extreeme fiber loading in me so I expect an active production schedule over the next 24 hours.

I wonder if others have tripped the light while needing to poo and if they can keep it together long enough to share thier experience?

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Funny how a year goes by and I've finally gotten around to trying shrooms again. It's hard to type when the keys keep moving. Ha!

If I get the chance , I'll check in with results. I have 3 days of extreeme fiber loading in me so I expect an active production schedule over the next 24 hours.

I wonder if others have tripped the light while needing to poo and if they can keep it together long enough to share thier experience?

I've tried wearing diapers while on shrooms and yes orgasms are pretty mindblowing when you're tripping but a whole lot harder to achieve. Plus when I'm on shrooms the texture of the carpet or the sound of my nails rubbing on a blanket tend to be much more fascinating than trying to focus enough attention on a cumbersome task like masturbation.

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Plus when I'm on shrooms the texture of the carpet or the sound of my nails rubbing on a blanket tend to be much more fascinating than trying to focus enough attention on a cumbersome task like masturbation.

This x5000, and it goes for most other things too, save perhaps herb and drink. Wearing/using diapers, wearing kiddy clothes, and playing with toys(of any nature) can all be fun on a fry(Or especially a roll), but jacking off just takes too much effort to really focus on.

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Only because most ears aren't down with hearing semi-incestual fantasies. Keep it in the story forum, man.

First, it's not a story. I related an occurence and filled in the gaps with non-sexual history from my bedwetter days. I don't recall feeling anything but shame when an accidental messing brought the attention of sibblings and parents. In present day life the act of filling my diaper brings back those memories. And those memories are what ignited my life-long interest.

If I want to contribute a "story", I'll certainly post it in the appropriate forum. In the mean time, lighten up dude.

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Well, I have to say that Metamucil in large doses over several days can make diapers a necessity. No shrooms needed. I have been using the fiber supplement regularly for years with expected results. Several huge BM's a day. I think I over did it this time. Ingested 5x a day for 3 days and became virtually bowel incontinent. What fun. Have had to wear diapers or else. Today was at the bank making a deposit and completely filled my diaper. I felt like a little boy again. Anyone else working towards authentic diaper dependency?

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