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Rise & shine little miss diaperbutt 🥹 Come on then, let’s see how much of a mess you made last night 💧💕

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Hello 👋 how are you doing? Can you please send mommy a direct messages my love 🙏 🌹

I am doing great, thank you for asking! While I do fantasize about yielding control of my potty habits to someone temporarily, I am more firmly planted in the DL side of my "kink". I enjoy being big, and like to take care of myself to a great degree. The age regression and submission for AB's looks like a lot of fun for those who enjoy it, but I don't have any real interest in trying that on a personal level, with no shame whatsoever toward to those who do. I am not, and won't be looking for a Mommy, and while I think I would make a fine Daddy I don't have the time to really dedicate to being great at it. And that's the thing about me. Anything I do, I like to do to the best of my ability, so I try and focus my limited energy on my passions. Again, thank you for the message!

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Why are flowery panties so cute once they are destroyed?

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Wax play and screams 💕

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Wax play and screams 💕

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Dedicating my blog to you

I think its healthy to state a purpose. Simply put, once you know what you're doing you can create a process to do it.

When I joined Tumblr, I was a spectator for thrills. Both engaging in it personally, and watching others, mainly women, engage in this kink is an exceptional turn on.

As I began to share more to my blog, and begin to have a few, not many, conversations with others here about how they came to love this kink. Through that, I felt less alone. Less of an outcast in my own mind. As some people opened about their mental and emotional struggles and triumphs, I found I really enjoyed helping people find more acceptance in themselves through my experiences.

This is my purpose here.

I dedicate this space to you who seek to find understanding within yourself through the experience of others. To accept your perceived "kink" as a vital part of your personality that doesn't need to be hidden from your partner. To know what we do, if done respectfully, isn't just a harmless practice...but one, I think we need to engage in to live our fullest lives.

To the "vanillas" in my life I have always said "you must love yourself before you can expect others to love you".

All interactions will begin from this place. I like win/wins. That you can have a safe conversation without it flipping creepy, understand more about yourself, and I can understand more about myself as well. And most importantly, that we share what we learn to empower others.

Of course, fun conversations are welcome too! That is part of this balance. But I promise to always be respectful and kind and honor whatever boundaries you state. The world needs more of that. Especially ours.

-TE

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I love when I dont have to push....

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I have been an "in the pants" kind of guy for a long time and a couple years ago started buying pull-up type underwear . Mostly because I wanted to be able to pee as well as poop, and have some kind of containment. None that I tried could take a full bladder without leaking, and for number 2...there just wasn't enough padding in back to keep it from staining through the back of the pull-up Depends, Attends, Tena, Store brands, Amazon brands. None were great. Until last week I decided to heed the reviews and pony up a little extra dough and get the Northshore Go Supreme pull-up. First, so comfortable. Leg gathers sealed without binding. Padding all the way up the back. It took several full bladder releases before the slightest leak and took 2 BMs no problem, no real print through to my clothing. I am a new fan of Northshore. If they can get that kind of performance from a pull up, I have no doubt the tab briefs are anything short of spectacular.

@lolaandthens0me rocking the new NorthShore MegaMax Lites this morning. We tried them yesterday and today, and they are the perfect Summer daytime diaper… they are super light and thin, airy and soft (but still plastic-backed, so no stretchy-sag), and last like 4 hours. Think Tena Slip Maxi but with a little more capacity, better cut, and more comfy. Only downside is that the tape panel is pretty noisy, but well worth the trade off to get a decent Summertime diaper

Here’s what they look like when wet, worn about 4 hours. A lot less swell than a MegaMax, but also a lot less pee. :) Wouldn’t trust it beyond about six hours of normal use, but that’s perfect for a daytime diaper that you want to be more discreet.

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They knew. They knew...

Potty training works. I'm potty trained. Probably completed that phase around 3. By then I knew poop went in the potty and I was able to demonstrate that skill to great praise from my parents.

Also me at 3.

Pooping in my pants and hiding the evidence.

That was the next phase of development. Getting more adept at hiding the evidence. Life is nothing but practice. You do any one thing enough, chances are you'll get better at it. When you're first getting started though, whether you realize it or not....you suck. And if you have the life experience of a 3 year old, you probably really really suck. So, in retrospect, those first few years of having an alternate universe that the potty trained me did not exist in, I was likely not as good as I thought I was at hiding the evidence.

If i remember correctly, I'd just keep stashing the same pair of dirty underwear in the bottom of my hamper thinking Mom would never get to the bottom. I remember them too. Little red briefs. Big boy pants! Ha! Big turd pants was more like it. Every once in a while though. Those things would end up clean and folded in my dresser. I never got in trouble for messed up underpants so I thought she must not have noticed the stains. Young me turds were so well put together though there wasn't a grand crust of residue, even after several uses. I would describe the aftermath as "a shadow of a turd"

unrelated side note: Boy do I miss young innards! My young innards made really good, large, firm poops. I loved those. After 40 some years of working tirelessly day in, day out, they just...don't...work...the same. If you're over 40 then you know what I'm talking about....anyway.

Fast forward a few years. I'm 6 or 7 and find myself in a chair face to face with a psychologist. As I was at 6, I am today. Always willing to sit around and shoot the shit. I was a happy kid. Always bright and outgoing. So while the Doc was prowling around in my brain looking for some darkness, I doubt he could find much. I'm sure he found me open, honest, witty, and for lack of a better term: normal. Then at the end of our conversation he asked. Are you sure there isn't anything else you want to talk about? "No" i said.

"You're sure there is nothing else bothering you?" he probed again.

"No" I said again brightly and definitively.

Any shrink worth the framed diploma hung on his wood paneled office wall could see straight through my happy-go-lucky facade in that moment.

Panic.

Ooooohhh I knew what he's getting at. Shit! Now I know why I'm really here!!! Gaaaaaahhh! I know why my mother scheduled this little, till now innocuous chat! F***! (even my 6 year old head knew that was a bad word)

While my spectacled cherub face smiled sheepishly, my head was in full blown short circuit mode. Manically coming to grips with the notion that my little extra curricular activities may very well have been found out.

He's pooping his pants on purpose. What is wrong with my son?

There must be some reason he's acting out like this? Something he's hiding?

No ma, all I'm hiding is dirty underwear. And believe you me...I'm about to get a lot f****** better at hiding it.

What is kinda nuts to me is that no one ever asked me point blank about it, at any time in my life! Not even the psychologists. Of which there were many up through my teen years. Some would ask the same question "Is there anything else you want to talk about?" when they would arrive at the conclusion of the session with no indication that the pants pooping subject was going to come up in natural (if you can call probing natural) conversation.

My mom would make a comment about the condition about my underpants from time to time but she never directly addressed the issue either. Maybe she didn't want to know the answer? Or maybe she eventually came to understand that her son was a happy kid that enjoyed his life. Loved his music and cars and guitars. Loved his parents and his sister. Loved his friends.

It just so happens he also loved pooping his pants.

Privately.

As I got more skilled at hiding the evidence, handwashing and drying pre-bottom-of-the-hamper toss. I'm sure they all thought maybe I'd outgrown it. That's what kids do. They outgrow their mischief.

Nope. I'm now really really good at doing laundry.

Hope you enjoyed this time in the wayback machine! Off to do some handwashing....

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I shouldn't be smoking.

For nearly 10 years I'd been off them, vowing that I would never touch another cigarette.

But there it is. Resting between my index and middle finger.

Burning. Delicate streams of grey and white smoke intertwine with each other lift skyward. The light morning breeze adding her influence to their acrid dance.

Puff.

My wife is unaware of my affair. So I hide my betrayal like a high-schooler ducking into a bathroom stall between bells.

I rock the the shortening stick between my fingers as I gaze upon it with a blend of affection and disdain.

She is frightened of the consequences of this dabbling with my tobacco user past. I can't blame her. I also can't bring myself to stop these wicked rods of smoldering pleasure.

I sip from the cup of it's morning companion. Like bacon and eggs, black coffee and a Camel are a delightful pair that conspire to summon the next morning ritual.

The thrill of this trio faded from memory when cigarettes and I lost each other's number.

But now the band is back together.

The house is still. My wife's return will be a few hours from now. In summertime the teen residents become nocturnal. Nothing short of an atomic blast will rouse them until well past post meridian.

I am as good as alone.

We built this patio as our private sanctuary with large sliding glass doors it's sole entry from our bedroom. In the unlikely event of an intruder there will be advance warning. The door that leads from our bedroom to the common area of the house is secure. If I sense movement in the house I can deftly move from the patio to our on suite bath in an instant.

Getting caught with cigarettes is one thing. Discovery of this secret is quite another.

I missed this sensation. The building pressure. Each sip, Each puff incrementally adding momentum.

I close my eyes for a moment to sequester my focus. To feel the ache. To feel my body's waning resistance. To feel the fullness in my lower abdomen. My eyes pop open. My mouth opens in deep exhale.

She's close.

Puff.

Sip.

Relax.

The third member of tha band is here. Slowly making her entrance from the wings to the stage for a single adoring fan.

The stage curtain fabric begins to expand and mimic her shape before it asserts it's influence and molds her in his image.

My eyes close again to revel in her arrival. Feeling the delicacy of her embrace. The warmth of her mass.

Sip.

Puff.

Smile.

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Ya know, I've never worn diapers 24/7 in my life...and beginning yesterday I just kept wetting or pooping and changing. Now..I'm leaving the house with one on. What has come over me? Here is a picture from this afternoons carnage. I soaked through 4 since lunch...so these are all soaked...1 is dirty along with the clothes that got peed on...sigh

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Appendix A to the last post. Daughter needed shelves hung in her room. I was still in the damp pullup not really remembering that was the state of things. So I hang the shelves she is sweeping the drywall dust with a swiffer near where I'm still working. So she is down by my feet and says..."these smell like a dirty diaper*...eek! I said "yeah they are probably made out of the same stuff". She said "yeah." And left the room. I finished up and got outta there quick. I mean. It was just a little damp...I didn't even consider it could smell!...oh boy Joel. The risks. The risks.

And, I was right. The night poop has come. She is still up so..I'm outside having a beer. I hid some cleaning supplies in the guest bath so I'm pretty sure I can come out of this unscathed.

Oh! And there is a fresh pull up in there too.

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IT COMES IN WAVES

First, let me be clear. I have always been, and always will be...into it.

Pants pooping.

Or watching women poop in their panties. I'm always ready for it. However the level of my personal activity seems to come in waves.

Since I started to shit my pants for fun around age 5, I have gone weeks without shitting my pants.

I have also gone a month straight pooping my pants, at least once, every single day. I was really really focused on setting that personal milestone, and took some risks to do it....but more on that in a moment.

I feel free to destroy my underpants under 2 common circumstances which are mostly equitable in the comfort department. Either when I am alone, and know I'll be alone for at least a few hours. Or when its just my wife and I home by ourselves. Pooping for fun is not really her thing, but she is a really accepting, wonderful woman who somehow understands that for some reason I like to poop my pants. Poop my pants, and subsequently jerk off to completion. Then hit the showers. When she suspects I've been up to no good (the odor is a pretty non-subtle giveaway) she'll usually sneak up behind me and pat the load and giggle. Despite this not being her kink, she is very sexually open and I am one of the lucky ones whose wife will participate with me and my kink on occasion. Not always. But she does it. She knows fucking up her panties is the surefire way to make me explode like...right now!

Showering directly after climax is one of the many things that fascinate me about my kink. (after Why? Really? and Weird?) I could stay in dirty underpants for hours and hours. Sleep in it. Wake up. Poop some more. Just hang out by myself as long as I can in a pair of filled up undies. Those times are, ironically, a great time to clean the house and organize. But as soon as I get my dick in my hands and make the thing squirt. I need to get clean.

Another thing that fascinates me is during periods of high activity, I WILL take the risk that I might get caught. For instance, during that every day for a month run? I let deuces run wild during times I normally would not feel comfortable shitting myself. I typically will not risk it when my wife's kids are with us. A catch there would be super-duper awkward. My stepson (if you saw us together you'd swear there was some biology there)..would never ever let me live it down. It would be a running joke until the day he puts me in a nursing home. Don't get me wrong, I would laugh with him. During that fateful run for the record, there was a morning where urge came before they left for school. Normally I would punt and sadly wave goodbye to the misplaced turds in the toilet bowl This day, there was a record at stake. So I hid away in the bathroom and shit my pants. I feigned taking a shower until I absolutely knew they were gone.

Another risk of note we have a lady that comes to clean our house once a month, and she usually comes early in the morning. Right about prime time. She is an attractive woman and it would be a major embarrassment if she found out. She is also friends with many of my in laws. None of those jokes would be fun. BUT! There was a record to chase. So, I slinked away to a bathroom that I knew she'd clean later in job. Give it time to air out, I figured. So, cheeks clenched, i close and lock the door and hit the fan. I stood there in front of the toilet and loaded my pants. I stood there for about a minute to savor the sensation before dumping the load into the potty, wiped up really good...tossed the underwear into the washer, put on a fresh pair while she was mopping the kitchen. I have to say, it was a major naughty turn on to hear the noises of house cleaning by someone who's not my wife while filling my underwear behind a door 15 feet away. There wasn't any time to crank one off, but the streak was in tact. Winning.

That was probably a few months ago and today, I have apparently entered into a period of high activity with double plus risk-taking.

My step son frequently has friends over and they will hang out and sometimes a couple of the kids will sleep over. This past weekend was one of those times. An absolute fucking NO NO of a situation I normally wouldn't ever consider to try and get away with some "shit" right?

Wrong. Apparently.

It was past 11 and the get together was winding down. My wife had gone to bed and I stayed up to ensure there was no high school grade hijinx. I was standing alone outside on the front porch having a beer and enjoying the summer night weather when I felt....a little something. I am usually a morning pooper, so a night poop is always a bit of a pleasant surprise. I took a swig of my beer and just let my asshole relax to evaluate what I might be dealing with. 50/50 its a fart. As I relaxed I felt the lovely sensation of a turtle head just beginning to crest the anal threshold. You'd think, considering the risk, I'da just sucked that thing back up into my ass and gone in and done business the way civilized people do it. Nah. Not this time compadre. I just kept staying relaxed and let that snake flow out as I leisurely sauntered back in the house and into the bathroom. Savored for a minute. Dumped it out. Wiped up semi-okay, pulled up the stained drawers and went about the evening.

Nuts.

Thinking about it this minute I seems inconceivable that I would have ever tried such a thing! Except, yet again...last night. Watching some naughty movies hidden away on the couch in the upstairs lounge, while quietly stroking I made a small push into my underpants. I could hear frequent activity downstairs. What do those kids do in the middle of the night?? What am I doing in the middle of the night!!!?? So I'd hear a bedroom door open. I'd freeze. Breathe shallow. Pause the moaning on my phone. And wait until I hear the activity in the kitchen stop, listen for the door close on the return trip, then I'd go back at it. Stroke. Push a little more. Freeze, pause, don't breath, stroke, push, freeze, pause, don't breath, stroke, push, freeze, pause, don't breath, over and over until gooey fireworks. Then the trick of not falling asleep before I could sneak back downstairs, clean up and crawl into my proper bed.

Sigh.

So that brings me to today, and the current situation. Early this morning I had a very moderate, nothing monumental, morning poop. Did it in the usual way. On the throne, playing cards on my phone, drinking the morning Cup O' Joe. It was the kind of poop you think, might not have been enough for the day. I was suspicious that another could come knocking at some point. So, about a half hour later my wife leaves for pickle ball. Step-daughter still sleeping in her room on the other side of the house.

On a very rare occasion, I will wear a pull up. I'd probably wear them more often if I could find a brand or style that really fit what I like to do in them. They don't seem to be well engineered for man sized dumps. But, when I feel so inclined to indulge, I keep a package tucked away in our walk in closet.

So after my wife left, I put one on without any real urgency to do anything in it. And just put on clothes. I don't think the pull ups are noticeable at all with the gym style shorts I wear around the house. I always put on a pair of boxer briefs over them so they don't make "the noise". So kind of just going about my day at this point. My wife comes home a couple hours later. I'm still clean and dry at this point. She picks up her daughter and they go on a little shopping trip. I NEVER leave the house wearing one of these things. Except never say never. Left the house. Went to a store. Piddled a little bit, just to feel that rush. Came home and immediately after lunch I feel the need to poop! Yay. Push. Awesome! I do change out of that one before anyone gets home. But usually a poop would be the main event and i'd seal that fucker up in 2 trash bags and bury it in the outside can. Then I'd go back to undies and have an otherwise normal day. As I sit here typing, I have had to change my pull up because I've leaked from pissing 3 times . This one, is currently wet, and I think there may be a blessed night poop in my future. The whole house is up and I've been walking around like nothing is unusual.

But I know.

And it makes me a little crazy.

And I think this is just the tip of the iceburg for this period of activity.

P.S. if anyone knows a great pull up with padding all the way up the back for a, slightly larger, than an average guy. My waist is 38. My thighs are muscular. If they fight leaks well then...bonus! Let me know in a comment what I should look for and where I can get them.

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Happy saTURDay!

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My kids are all out of the houae. However, My wife has 2 that still live with us except for the days they are with their dad. Yesterday was one of those days. Usually they will return in the afternoon the following day. So I didn't really pay attention to the fact that I was at an 8 on a scale of 10 for having to poop when we left the house on a walk this morning. So on the last leg of the walk, I also didn't try to hold it back much when it was time. So i just relaxed and let it flow gloriously out into my underpants. SO, imagine my surprise when we got home to find the kids had been dropped off early. Lucky for me they went to their rooms and tried to go back to sleep and I was able to clean up undetected. Eek!

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The pullup...not exactly prepared for this...