Diaper Dependency Articles

I've got a lot of changes coming soon, and I wanted to give you all a heads up! 1. Guide V8 has started development. No date set for release. Typically, updates and revisions take a month, sometimes less. A ton of work goes into these updates. Since I want to show you the easiest way to achieve your goals in becoming diaper dependent, this takes a lot of time to create the best product to help the most amount of people. 2. Bedwetting-only guide will come out once Guide V8 is done. This will be taken straight from V8 of the guide and will be offered as a standalone document for a lower price than the full guide. It'll contain everything you need to know and do in order to achieve this goal. 3. New roles will be coming to the Discord server. 4. New channels will be coming to the Discord server, including social channels and a general restructuring of the channels already there. 5. Once Guide V8 is out, I'll release a new structured training schedule for the server. In short, ...

 I know it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these. Terribly sorry about that! I assure you that I haven’t deviated from the challenge, nor have I touched a potty anywhere at any time. This challenge started on July 26, 2021, which was 3 years, 10 months, and 13 days ago. I’m so close to my 4 year anniversary! Currently, the challenge ends on July 10, 2026, but I don’t think you guys will let me stop.  (Pretty please don’t let me stop; I love this challenge) I had my first messing around my friends at my new place last weekend for my housewarming party. We got chinese takeout and something in the food didn't sit right with my tummy, so I excused myself to the bathroom, squatted down, and did the deed in my diaper as I had no other option. I had the fan on to make some background noise. Afterwards, I cleaned myself up and changed into a fresh diaper that I had stashed under the sink. While the friends I invited over know I need diapers, they don't know about my messing cha...

 I had a very stressful week last week so I decided to have some naughty fun to help take my mind off of life. I ate some pizza (which always makes me messy. My body doesn't like cheese or other dairy products but I can't give it up completely. I treat it like a natural laxative that just completely clears me out.) and had several rum and cokes. As I went to bed late that night, I put in my bluetooth headphones and looped a few different hypnosis files from baby pants and EMG. I restrained myself to the bed using a rope and cuff system that goes underneath my mattress. All the ropes were loose and I still had the ability to roll over and whatnot, but for all intents and purposes, I was fully secured to the bed. (I recommend doing this to your little if you don't have a crib for them just yet. I loved being tied down, even if it was just a little loose.) I woke up the next morning a little hungover, but that wasn't what woke me. My tummy was super duper mad at me for eat...

 I went out of town last week because I needed some time away from home to force a reset. Things haven’t been the best overall lately and I needed a fresh perspective; a change out of the ordinary. I found a decent hotel in the place I wanted to go to, and left the very next day. Staying on top of the messy challenge while traveling was pretty hard. There were many factors I had to take into consideration but I think I handled it pretty well! For starters, I wore white Trests the entire time. Since I didn't know where it would be safe to change my diapers, I erred on the side of caution and wore thicker diapers than I normally would wear in public. Could I have worn a more discreet diaper? Of course, but then I would have had to change more often. That meant I would have to look for a safe space to change in public in a totally unfamiliar area. I figured it would be easier to just wear thicker diapers and risk someone noticing I was in a diaper, but you know what? I found some good...

 Well, I had an interesting night.  Knowing fully well that Mexican food gives me an upset tummy, I still went out for dinner with a few friends I hadn't seen in a while. They came back for the holidays so I'm glad they found time for little 'ol me.  I ordered what I normally order: chicken fajita nachos drenched in queso. I had thought I'd be good until I got home where I could do my messing in private but nooooo, I was wrong. Everyone kept talking and chit chatting once we finished eating and I didn't want to leave. I was having too much fun. I ignored how my tummy was feeling, thinking I'd be able to hold it at least until I got to my car.  I reached a point where my body gave me no choice. I excused myself to the restroom, feeling pretty nervous for what was about to happen. Messing at home is easy, but messing in a public bathroom is scary. Good thing I've practiced changing in public before. The restaurant was so crowded. I was thankful for the loud no...

 Adapting to a life where I'm strictly banned from using the potty for #2 felt daunting in the beginning of this challenge. Never had I imagined it would ever go on for this long. I have a few select individuals to thank for that; you know who you are! <3 The warmth of my pee mixed in with the warmth of my daily messes has grown to become more reassuring, that I was a good girl, rather than of shame and disgust when I started. Diapers are very-well designed to handle such things and even though it took me a while to come around, there are certain things that really helped me enjoy the dark side of messing my diapers. For starters, I conditioned myself to associate messing with pleasure. For the first month or so (and I still do this occasionally when I'm feeling really frisky), while I squatted and prepared myself mentally to do the deed, I would tease myself, playing with my vibrator for several minutes. I would only allow myself release after I messed my diaper, and only a...

 I woke up around 4 AM last night with a very upset tummy. I woke up with my body screaming at me to get out of bed to go to the potty so I acted out of instinct, barely awake, stumbling to the bathroom so I could relieve myself. I plopped my slightly soggy diapered butt down on the toilet seat because I had a feeling that this was going to take a while. Felt rather odd sitting there tbh; I hadn't sat on a toilet seat in a very long time. I started to miss the warmth of my sheets after the first half hour.  I kept myself entertained with my phone while I sat there in my messy diaper on the toilet waiting for my body to do what it needed to do. I felt pretty helpless because my tummy hurt so bad. I have a feeling what caused this; it's just another food to add to the list that I can't eat anymore if I wish to avoid such a negative response. It's crazy how my body has become so intolerant of shitty processed foods. I've lost a decent bit of weight switching to foods t...

 I still find it rather funny how much time this challenge has. I realistically thought I'd be doing this for a couple weeks to a month tops but nooooo, a select few of you deemed it necessary that I mess my diapers for years. I'm not one to back down from a challenge, but... holy shit. The timer reached 5 years total time earlier this year, long enough to enact some sort of change in my level of control. Messing is so much easier and has become something that I just let happen. It's relaxing to let my body push it out on its own. Why bother exerting myself and let it take my attention away from what I'm doing when my diaper will inevitably handle whatever is going on down there? What's a little extra warmth and weight? Speaking of how easy it is to mess, I was out shopping for books last week and felt the urge to poop come out of nowhere. I haven't been able to hold it as long in recent months and I didn't want to drive all the way home; it was going to tak...

 Two years? TWO WHOLE YEARS??? AND ALMOST THREE MORE YEARS TO GO??? I truly cannot believe it's been this long since I started my 24/7 messing in diapers only challenge. I, too this day, have not pooped in a potty since July 26, 2021. At my current end time, I won't be able to use a toilet until April 18, 2026. That's 997 days or 2.73 years away. Pooping outside of my home during this challenge was a bit scary at first because I had no choice but to use my diaper for everything. Not only was it very embarrassing to fill my diaper in that manner in public, it was such a turn on. I remember blushing really hard on my drives home, sitting in a messy diaper, knowing that I was the only one in a several mile radius that was messy and soggy. Part of the excitement is that nobody but me knows just how naughty I was being messing my diaper. I've been working hard to get over changing a messy diaper in public and make it a routine part of my life. It's hard. It's really ...

 Color me surprised. I woke up two nights ago to roll over, just awake enough to get more comfortable before I let sleep take hold of me once more. You know what I'm talking about, right? How you wake up for mere seconds to get cozier before you're asleep again? Well, as soon as I rolled over, I felt the oh-so-familiar feeling of something warm and heavy sliding into my diaper. I thought I was dreaming and tried to fall asleep again but then the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. I sat up in a flash to check but the heat radiating from the seat of my diaper was undeniable proof of what I had done. What was shocking was that I hadn't even felt the urge grow within me. I hadn't felt any sort of movement from my tummy that would signify that I needed to go #2 until it was already coming out. I didn't push. I didn't cough. I didn't do anything that would help push that hot load into my diaper and yet, it happened anyway. Granted, I had a few drinks that night an...

Okay, so today I learned that 1 cup of coffee helps move things along and helps make me do my thang in my diaper. However, adding a glass of cranberry juice throws my tummy into overdrive and totally clears me out in a way that I don’t like. You ever feel like you totally clear yourself out then your body is like, “Go back to the potty right now cuz you’re gonna poo right now!” twenty minutes later? Guess how many diapers I went through because of that? Four. Four diapers because each time I thought I was good. I waited in my third diaper after messing to make sure that I was as empty as I could be, then changed. I’ll give you one guess as to what happened next. Since I have sensitive skin, I used gobs of Desitin rash cream down there so I could practice staying messy for longer and longer periods of time. I want to be able to tolerate being messy for a bit longer than I’m comfortable with because there may be situations in the future that keep me from changing as soon as possible. I’v...

I’m 50/50 on continuing this baby pants hypnosis file that’ll make me mess in my sleep. There’s gotta be some sort of incentive to push me to listen to it every night before bed, and no, don’t tell me I’ll wake up to presents in my diaper. The idea of waking up messy as something I trained myself to do is both tantalizing and frightening because if I change my mind in the future and want to only wake up soggy, there’s no way I’d be able to “fix” myself and get right if it starts happening. If I’m asleep, how can I stop myself from doing something when I’m not in control? The idea of giving up control of another bodily function to my diapers has always been alluring to be sure but to such an extent of surrendering control is scary. Diapers are supposed to make me feel safe, complete, and whole, but when I think of training to mess in my sleep, I feel hesitation, excitement, and uncertainty. Sometimes I feel like this is something I want and sometimes I’d decide against it and want to st...