152 days ago was when I started messing full time. That means a full FIVE MONTHS have passed of me pooping in my diapers. It’s crazy to think I’ll be doing this for a full year. As it is now, the timer isn’t going to expire till October 8, 2022; my heart races just thinking about the timer going into 2023. Just like any other Christmas morning, I woke up with a wide smile on my face but it wasn’t because of presents under a tree, it was me feeling an all too familiar pressure in my tummy a lot earlier than usual. In these past couple of weeks, I have been listening to the Potty Diaper Nights hypnosis from Baby Pants just to see what would happen. For those interested, here’s a cut-down version of the description of the file: Potty Diaper Nights: Perhaps being a "Potty Pants" isn't a bad thing. Constipation occurs when the baby's stools cause significant difficulty and discomfort when being passed. Anxiety, stress and the lingering negative associations with having ...

Only four months? Feels like a lot longer than that haha. Today marked the 125th day of me messing my diapers full time. On days that I don't make messes, I let myself have some fun with my butt plugs (wish I had bigger ones; I would love to feel more full especially when I'm relaxing at home) because when I push it out, it feels like I'm pooping myself. I really enjoy letting it rest inside of me, all snug and in its rightful place, letting my hole get tighter until I get to push it out. It's how I've been practicing messing in different spots and positions. It also helps me enjoy pushing stuff into my diaper. =P   Public family bathroom? (One person bathroom with lock on door so I was alone. :P) Easy. I just sat on the potty and pushed the plug out. The diaper kept it held in place, making it easy for me to put my hand on the seat of my diaper and push it right back in. Makes shopping for groceries fun.   In my car at a stoplight? Super easy. Same shit as before i...