savagexsenty

I've been playing chicken a lot lately.

How long can I wear my full diaper while getting ready?

How long can I push it before I need to leave and don't have time to change anymore?

When will I push it so far that I have to leave my house with a big load weighing down the back of my used diaper?

My fear is just making sure it doesn't blow up like a balloon for when I walk out so nobody notices.

I don't know what's more embarrassing... This bulge I made in my diaper, or wishing that I had someone here to catch me red-handed in my poopy diaper 🫣

So I decided to challenge myself this weekend. Something I've never done but think we've all been curious about, wearing diapers 24/7.

It was a lot of ups and downs. Nervousness when I taped my first diaper on, horniness fogging my brain for hours at a time, regret when I felt like finally being out of them but still pushing through.

Overall, I loved it. I think all the diapers I've been wearing lately made a lot of things easier and feel more natural, like inevitably going number 2, or getting used to all the soggy weight when I had to get stuff done around the house and normal everyday tasks.

I feel lucky I've had the opportunity to do this more recently and explore this fetish. I grew up with a lot of shame about it and it affected my ability to let go and do it without guilt. Now I'm letting myself feel free knowing I have my own space and choice to do what I want.

Okay, I admit it. I like pooping my diapers and sharing it here for people to see. It's humiliating that I've spent over a week choosing to use diapers over my perfectly functioning bathroom as a grown adult, and I don't want to stop.

Every chance I get, I run to my diaper bag, put one on and use it. Then I come here and post it like I haven't just done the craziest thing.

OMG, Daddy!!! You said no one would be able to see my diaper under this skirt. Look how low it's hanging! Everyone probably saw it 😳🥺

So... tonight I got to meet up with a really nice guys who I've been chatting to in fetlife for some time. He's been so patient and understanding with me as we made a time to finally see each other and try some stuff we've been talking about.

I got to go over earlier this evening. He welcomed me at the door and we finally got to have a nice long hug. We've shared face pics, but everyone has their own energy in person and I was nervous but pleasantly surprised. We chatted a little, and he took me around his place. Because of our set up, you could easily hear the crinkles coming from under my skirt 🫠

He took me up to his play room and checked out my diaper. I had peed a lot along the way, and he wasted no time telling me how wet I was 😅 we made a little bet that I could hold an enema for 5 minutes because even though I peed my diapers on the way over, I am a big girl after all 😉

Well, I did win the bet that I'd be able to hold it and use the potty like a big girl after. Unfortunately, I used a bad word while I was gloating and he took me to the punishment room with his spanking bench. After getting my feet locked in and a few paddles, I ended up pooping my diaper for the first time in front of someone. I always thought this would be mortifying and sobering, but I actually sunk into the play even more than I thought. I got to suck on his 👀 while I humped away at my full diaper and the magic wand he put under me, and finally finished when he humped me from behind.

When I tell you I was a mess lol my diaper full, sweating and panting from all the pent up energy we had. It was amazing! He was very sweet and gave me a change after instead of making me go home in my messy diaper, which I was very thankful for. We said our goodbyes and I left smiling really big.

It was nice, comfortable, and I felt respected and that everything was at my pace. Truly a perfect first experience trying out this lifestyle with someone. I'm really looking forward to staying in touch with him and trying new things.

Something that surprised me was how much of a little space I got into. I've always leaned on the dl side of things and never really thought I was into babying, but the more we played, the more I became more nonverbal, whiny, and holding onto the cute stuffy he let me pick from his shelf. He guided me through everything so seamlessly, and having someone take care of things every little bit of the way was endearing and made me feel even more little.