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 had 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-- 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 oatmeal-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 roommate, 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!

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