Wow, three whole months already? Time sure flies when you’re having fun!
Before I started this challenge, I wasn’t too fond of messing my diapers, but now that mindset is changing. Sure, the act itself still isn’t as pleasant because of the smell and the time it takes to ensure I’m fully cleaned, however, the positives sure do make up for it! I’ve noticed some improvements in my mindset and mental health from doing this challenge, including feeling less anxious when I feel like I have to poop while in public.
Since I’ve been doing this for 3 months straight (with no breaks or emergency exceptions, I’m proud to say!), it’s easier to mess than ever before. Whenever I feel the signal from my tummy that I need to poop, I get to keep doing whatever I’m doing because I know I’m protected and kept safe by my diaper. Sometimes I push (with what little strength I have left down there) but most of the time it’s just easier to let my body push it out on its own.
It’s the same for when I’m in public; I don’t have to look for bathrooms to go #2, lowering my anxiety and leading to less upset tummies because I usually don’t stay out for too long. Sometimes when I eat bad food or food that doesn’t agree with me, my tummy would get upset and since I hate, and I mean HATE, using public bathrooms, I’d start to feel a little anxious knowing that I either have to drop what I’m doing and rush home or I’d have to use a public restroom. This challenge forbids me from using any kind of bathroom for any reason until the timer expires, and so long as I’m able to make it back to my car, I don’t have any issues messing myself on my way back to it or when I get back inside my car because I know a diaper change is just a short drive away back in the safety of my home. All I have to do is deal with a hot load on my butt and the smell; I can get rid of the smell part by using plastic panties. I’m going to buy a couple more for sure when I’m able to.
Someone on Tumblr recommended that instead of messing myself squatted down like I usually do, I should try walking instead and not hold back, letting the natural movements of me walking help move the poo out into my diaper. I must admit that it felt pretty kinky doing it like that and while it led to me spreading the poo out inside my diaper and making a larger mess to clean up, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. I don’t want to do it all the time because then I might get used to it and poop automatically in a situation where I definitely don’t want to poop; I’ve already had a few close calls!
About a week and a half ago from the time of me writing this (October 30, 2021), I got a little bored and horny and decided to try pooping outside of the safety of my home while walking like that person from Tumblr recommended. I took all the precautions I could think of to ensure I didn’t expose anyone to my fetish (and to the smells lol), and since I didn’t make my usual morning messy diaper that morning, I had a feeling in my tummy that I’d have to poop soon. After drinking a tall glass of water followed by two glasses of cranberry juice (more than one glass of CJ always makes me need to poop no matter what), I hopped in my car and got the bestest tacos from a local food truck I saw near some bars. While I love these kinds of tacos, there’s something in them that my body doesn’t like, which means that I’d be forced to go #2 in no time at all.
They’re perfect for making me mess.
After finishing my tacos, I drove back home, changed into my safest diaper (Betterdry), threw on my only pair of InControl plastic panties, and went for a walk. It was after lunchtime on a weekday so everyone was back at work, so I knew there’d be very little foot traffic on the sidewalk. It only took five minutes or so of walking before my tummy was telling me that it needed to empty itself and it had to happen right now.
I took a deep breath, stopped walking, then let myself fully relax. I was at the point where I could turn back and go back home, so that’s what I did. I made sure my clothes weren’t exposing my diaper, made sure the tapes were set and secure, then started my walk home. I felt my body move my poo down into place ready to slide into the seat of my diaper, and like before in my home, I gave it a little push to get things started. I felt instant relief as each step let out a little bit at a time, forcing my hole open and relieving the built-up pressure inside. I didn’t fight it like my body wanted to, instead choosing to let it happen, knowing that my diaper would keep me safe.
When it was all done, I breathed a sigh of relief. My diaper was intact (though it was starting to sag), there was nobody around, and nobody passing me in cars would see my little situation unless they looked in their rearview mirror and stared at my ass. I felt my cheeks redden, not from the cold autumn air, but from the sheer fact that I just messed my diaper in public in a way that felt absolutely depraved and naughty.
Deep down, I loved it.
I hadn’t planned on how much weight I was going to add to my diaper. As I kept walking, and much to my chagrin, I often had to stop and pull the back of my diaper back up because it was sagging well below my hoodie, smooshing my mess all across my butt. I was already pretty soggy at that point, too, so if anyone even glanced at my butt, they’d know in an instant what I was wearing and what I had done.
Luckily, I didn’t have any trouble getting home. I think the only thing I would do next time would drink a little less water so that I wouldn’t be so damn soggy when I start walking home; that made my diapers really obvious and made me feel more nervous than I had to. I probably could have hid the mess better if I didn’t have the weight of my poo with the weight of my sogginess pulling my diaper down. Secondly, I might wear a mask the next time I go out just in case someone recognizes me, but then again, that’d only draw more attention to me because who wears masks when they’re on a walk by themselves? I don’t want to draw attention to myself for obvious reasons.
Cleaning up wasn’t all that hard, though the back of the diaper was absolutely destroyed. Walking a little less than a mile back home in a severely messy diaper made the mess spread out all over the place, almost getting past the leak guards. The next time that I do this, I think I would go for a little smaller walk just to ensure that the mess stays in place, kept safely in between the leak guards in its proper place, nestled safely in my diaper.
This challenge started on July 26th, 2021, meaning that it’s been 96 days so far, I have 196 days to go, and there are 292 days from start to end as of today, October 30, 2021. Since I just passed my three month milestone, and since the challenge currently ends on May 14, 2022, all it takes for me to be locked in this messy diaper challenge for a WHOLE YEAR would be 73 more days worth of time added onto the time. That’s just under 11 weeks. Part of me feels scared at the huge amount of time I’ll be doing this, but like I said earlier, it’s been getting easier with each messy diaper so it hasn’t been too bad. Taking it day by day helps me sleep better at night because thinking of messing for almost a whole year makes me feel kinda smol and timid sometimes.
As you can probably guess, messing myself full time has increased the cost of diapering myself. Where before I would use 4 to 6 diapers a day, I’m now using 5 to 7 diapers a day. While I can shoulder the extra weight of bringing more diapers to the dumpster every day, it’s starting to impact my finances and savings in a negative way. This isn’t a cry for help by any means, however, if you’d like to help me afford more diapers so I can keep messing without having to worry about finances, I sure would appreciate it! Not only would you be helping me shoulder the costs of messing my diapers full time, you’d also be adding time onto the timer for me messing my diapers 24/7!
Before I started this challenge, I wasn’t too fond of messing my diapers, but now that mindset is changing. Sure, the act itself still isn’t as pleasant because of the smell and the time it takes to ensure I’m fully cleaned, however, the positives sure do make up for it! I’ve noticed some improvements in my mindset and mental health from doing this challenge, including feeling less anxious when I feel like I have to poop while in public.
Since I’ve been doing this for 3 months straight (with no breaks or emergency exceptions, I’m proud to say!), it’s easier to mess than ever before. Whenever I feel the signal from my tummy that I need to poop, I get to keep doing whatever I’m doing because I know I’m protected and kept safe by my diaper. Sometimes I push (with what little strength I have left down there) but most of the time it’s just easier to let my body push it out on its own.
It’s the same for when I’m in public; I don’t have to look for bathrooms to go #2, lowering my anxiety and leading to less upset tummies because I usually don’t stay out for too long. Sometimes when I eat bad food or food that doesn’t agree with me, my tummy would get upset and since I hate, and I mean HATE, using public bathrooms, I’d start to feel a little anxious knowing that I either have to drop what I’m doing and rush home or I’d have to use a public restroom. This challenge forbids me from using any kind of bathroom for any reason until the timer expires, and so long as I’m able to make it back to my car, I don’t have any issues messing myself on my way back to it or when I get back inside my car because I know a diaper change is just a short drive away back in the safety of my home. All I have to do is deal with a hot load on my butt and the smell; I can get rid of the smell part by using plastic panties. I’m going to buy a couple more for sure when I’m able to.
Someone on Tumblr recommended that instead of messing myself squatted down like I usually do, I should try walking instead and not hold back, letting the natural movements of me walking help move the poo out into my diaper. I must admit that it felt pretty kinky doing it like that and while it led to me spreading the poo out inside my diaper and making a larger mess to clean up, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. I don’t want to do it all the time because then I might get used to it and poop automatically in a situation where I definitely don’t want to poop; I’ve already had a few close calls!
About a week and a half ago from the time of me writing this (October 30, 2021), I got a little bored and horny and decided to try pooping outside of the safety of my home while walking like that person from Tumblr recommended. I took all the precautions I could think of to ensure I didn’t expose anyone to my fetish (and to the smells lol), and since I didn’t make my usual morning messy diaper that morning, I had a feeling in my tummy that I’d have to poop soon. After drinking a tall glass of water followed by two glasses of cranberry juice (more than one glass of CJ always makes me need to poop no matter what), I hopped in my car and got the bestest tacos from a local food truck I saw near some bars. While I love these kinds of tacos, there’s something in them that my body doesn’t like, which means that I’d be forced to go #2 in no time at all.
They’re perfect for making me mess.
After finishing my tacos, I drove back home, changed into my safest diaper (Betterdry), threw on my only pair of InControl plastic panties, and went for a walk. It was after lunchtime on a weekday so everyone was back at work, so I knew there’d be very little foot traffic on the sidewalk. It only took five minutes or so of walking before my tummy was telling me that it needed to empty itself and it had to happen right now.
I took a deep breath, stopped walking, then let myself fully relax. I was at the point where I could turn back and go back home, so that’s what I did. I made sure my clothes weren’t exposing my diaper, made sure the tapes were set and secure, then started my walk home. I felt my body move my poo down into place ready to slide into the seat of my diaper, and like before in my home, I gave it a little push to get things started. I felt instant relief as each step let out a little bit at a time, forcing my hole open and relieving the built-up pressure inside. I didn’t fight it like my body wanted to, instead choosing to let it happen, knowing that my diaper would keep me safe.
When it was all done, I breathed a sigh of relief. My diaper was intact (though it was starting to sag), there was nobody around, and nobody passing me in cars would see my little situation unless they looked in their rearview mirror and stared at my ass. I felt my cheeks redden, not from the cold autumn air, but from the sheer fact that I just messed my diaper in public in a way that felt absolutely depraved and naughty.
Deep down, I loved it.
I hadn’t planned on how much weight I was going to add to my diaper. As I kept walking, and much to my chagrin, I often had to stop and pull the back of my diaper back up because it was sagging well below my hoodie, smooshing my mess all across my butt. I was already pretty soggy at that point, too, so if anyone even glanced at my butt, they’d know in an instant what I was wearing and what I had done.
Luckily, I didn’t have any trouble getting home. I think the only thing I would do next time would drink a little less water so that I wouldn’t be so damn soggy when I start walking home; that made my diapers really obvious and made me feel more nervous than I had to. I probably could have hid the mess better if I didn’t have the weight of my poo with the weight of my sogginess pulling my diaper down. Secondly, I might wear a mask the next time I go out just in case someone recognizes me, but then again, that’d only draw more attention to me because who wears masks when they’re on a walk by themselves? I don’t want to draw attention to myself for obvious reasons.
Cleaning up wasn’t all that hard, though the back of the diaper was absolutely destroyed. Walking a little less than a mile back home in a severely messy diaper made the mess spread out all over the place, almost getting past the leak guards. The next time that I do this, I think I would go for a little smaller walk just to ensure that the mess stays in place, kept safely in between the leak guards in its proper place, nestled safely in my diaper.
This challenge started on July 26th, 2021, meaning that it’s been 96 days so far, I have 196 days to go, and there are 292 days from start to end as of today, October 30, 2021. Since I just passed my three month milestone, and since the challenge currently ends on May 14, 2022, all it takes for me to be locked in this messy diaper challenge for a WHOLE YEAR would be 73 more days worth of time added onto the time. That’s just under 11 weeks. Part of me feels scared at the huge amount of time I’ll be doing this, but like I said earlier, it’s been getting easier with each messy diaper so it hasn’t been too bad. Taking it day by day helps me sleep better at night because thinking of messing for almost a whole year makes me feel kinda smol and timid sometimes.
As you can probably guess, messing myself full time has increased the cost of diapering myself. Where before I would use 4 to 6 diapers a day, I’m now using 5 to 7 diapers a day. While I can shoulder the extra weight of bringing more diapers to the dumpster every day, it’s starting to impact my finances and savings in a negative way. This isn’t a cry for help by any means, however, if you’d like to help me afford more diapers so I can keep messing without having to worry about finances, I sure would appreciate it! Not only would you be helping me shoulder the costs of messing my diapers full time, you’d also be adding time onto the timer for me messing my diapers 24/7!
that is so wonderfull, this little girl poops my panties as well
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