My Experience

The following story, though true, is meant merely for the entertainment 
of the reader. Though I have had similar experiences with friends and 
people close to me, I have never experienced something like this. I 
enjoy the thrill of naughtiness that comes when diapered in public, 
especially when I get myself into situations where use of the diaper is 
necessary. I am extremely careful, so to my knowledge no one has yet 
noticed. Please feel free to consult me if you want any tips or ideas 
as to how to not get caught, as I have three years experience in this 
area. The incident to which I refer happened on Saturday September 23 
of 2006. I had a long stressful day trying to deal with a bunch of 
broken washers and dryers at the miserable excuse for a Laundromat on 
campus. The others doing laundry that day didn't have much luck either, 
which made me feel a bit better in some odd way. I then went over to my 
grandmother's house to do my laundry, which was another adventure. My 
grandmother was in a bad mood, and she can get rather testy at times. 
By the time I got back, I was stressed out and frustrated. I therefore 
decided to treat myself to a night of diapered relaxation, which I had 
not done in several weeks. Despite the fact that I had been 
experiencing stomach trouble all day, I still felt I could end it on a 
high, not to mention wet, note. My girlfriend was out and I would not 
see her until tomorrow, so I had an evening and night all to myself. I 
ordered a Chinese meal from the local restaurant and got myself snugly 
and thickly diapered. When the meal came, I decided to go out wearing 
the diaper under my jeans, considering the fact that no one in public 
has yet noticed. When the driver came to the door, I took the bag and 
paid him, leaving a generous tip as usual. The food is phenomenal and 
the service exquisite, so I always make sure to tip well. Anyway, I 
quickly released a decent amount of urine into my diaper as I exchanged 
pleasantries and paid the driver. I brought my meal back and, though I 
know I shouldn't, I set it down by my computer. I was quite happy 
considering that three of my favorite things; (semicolon or comma) 
Chinese food, the Internet and a wet diaper, were all here in one 
fabulous combination. I spent the evening surfing the net, enjoying 
steamed rice and drinking enough green tea to ensure that my diaper 
would be saturated for all it was worth. My stomach seemed to be doing 
better, which made things even better. At about 9, I decided to go to 
bed. After changing my soaked diaper, I put on my flannel pajamas and 
got under the covers. I was asleep within fifteen minutes. I woke to a 
gentle but persistent knocking at my door. I quickly asked who it was, 
and my girlfriend responded in a tired voice. I opened the door and 
beckoned her to enter. She was still wearing her marching band uniform, 
and she bore a heavy backpack. She explained that she had accidentally 
left her key in her room and her room mate, who was notorious for her 
partying, was nowhere to be found. She asked if she could spend the 
night at my place. Naturally, I agreed, though I was nervous about the 
fact that I was diapered for the night. She stripped off her cumbersome 
uniform and did her best to get ready for bed without her supplies. I 
only had a twin sized bed, but we still managed to fit ourselves into 
the small space. I was lying on my back with my left arm around her, 
while she was lying on her right side with her arms around me. We got 
ourselves comfortable and fell asleep. The last thing I remember was 
wetting my diaper with a sigh of contentment. I woke to the realization 
that my stomach was upset worse than ever, and that I needed to use the 
bathroom quite badly. I could barely move as it was, and I knew that if 
I tried I would wake up my girlfriend, which I did not want to do. I 
then thought of my diaper, which was still relatively dry having been 
wet only once so far. I didn't really want to defecate in it, but I 
knew that it was probably the best choice considering the 
circumstances. It took me some time to get relaxed enough to let go, 
but eventually I was able to relax my sphincters. Just as I relaxed my 
sphincter, a deluge of liquid stool poured into the thick padding 
beneath me. Fortunately, it was mostly liquid, so the padding was able 
to gel and soak it up. What little solid material there was spread 
beneath me from the force of the pressure. With a sound like soup 
boiling, my bowels spewed another flood of flatulent feces into the 
formerly soft back of the diaper. Though I was quite embarrassed, I was 
even more glad that I was getting it out of my system. Having diarrhea 
in a diaper wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. With a wet 
"splort!," yet another watery wave splattered against the surface. With 
no more padding to gel, it flowed between my legs in search of dry 
material. After another wave or two, my stomach finally calmed down. I 
washed the whole mess down with a long slow stream of urine that flowed 
in trickling rivulets down my flesh. The soft hissing sound was barely 
audible beneath the blankets, as was any smell from my recent 
"accident." Despite the fact that I had disgorged a rather large amount 
of diarrhea into my diaper, my buttocks didn't feel particularly wet. 
All I could feel was the oat meal like sensation of the small amount of 
solid chunks. The diaper now felt quite warm, and it lay heavily upon 
my loins. After expelling the last remnants of diarrhea into my diaper, 
I once again fell into a deep sleep. I awoke late the next morning to 
my girlfriend's gentle call. She had finally found her room mate, who 
was in her room with a bad hangover from last night's party. SHE went 
to get dressed for breakfast, which gave me `time to deal with my 
rather messy diaper. I first released my morning urination into what 
little remained of the absorbent padding, which almost caused it to 
leak through the elastic leg gathers. After getting out a generous 
supply of wipes and creams, I unfastened the tapes on the thoroughly 
used diaper. To my surprise, there was relatively little to clean up. I 
wiped my diaper area down with wet wipes, then dried it off with a soft 
tissue. I had acquired the beginnings of a diaper rash from staying in 
the wet and messy diaper all night, so I applied a layer of ointment. I 
was then finally able to get dressed myself. Just for kicks, I put on 
another diaper. I ended up wearing it to breakfast and to church, then 
to lunch, by which time it was quite saturated. The thrill of wetting 
myself in the middle of a sermon is like nothing else, and no one even 
knows! Anyway, that is the story of my first messy diaper, though 
certainly not my last!