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This story is absolutely true, my first experience of
diaper play in twenty years. All the events took place
on the night of May 1, 2016, through the morning of May
9:50 PM: I take over 3 ounces of castor oil, swigged
straight from a new 4 ounce bottle. Only ½ inch remains
in the bottom of the bottle. Not much taste, nasty
texture! I read that alcohol dissolves the oil, so
I take a small swig of wine, just enough to swish around
in my mouth, and indeed, the oily residue disappears. I
had eaten at 6:00 PM, so my stomach should have been
partially empty. I thought of the old saying “You can’t
un-ring a bell!” I know my fate is sealed; I don’t know
what my fate will be. At least I don’t feel immediately
nauseated, as others had reported, so I wish the oil
well as it starts its journey through my system. I have
a feeling that I will earn my display name tonight, big
10:00 PM: I take my bedtime melatonin, as I often do
to help me sleep when I am nervous. I want to be cool
about this, but my heart is beating fast, and I am
acutely monitoring myself for any warning signs of the
uncertain “outcome” of my adventure. I feel a
combination of excitement, regret, and dread.
10:15 PM - 10:45 PM: I get everything ready that I
can think of. I lay out two XP Medical Absorbency Plus
Level4 disposable diapers; they are supposed to have a
usable capacity of 86 ounces. I hope that would be
enough! Then, I prepare my bed. I put on a vinyl-backed
fleece mattress pad over my regular bottom sheet, and
cover that with an old sheet that I sometimes use to
protect tender outdoor plants from frost. I place a
large hospital grade pad over the sheet. Next, I put
down some painter’s plastic next to my bed, making a
path from bed to bathroom. I line a plastic garbage can
with double layers of plastic bags, with elastic around
the top to be sure they would stay up.
11:00 PM: I take another few swallows of water. My
mouth feels dry. Is it because I am nervous? Is water
being drawn into my intestines? I don’t feel anything
yet, but it’s too early. This stuff is supposed to take
anywhere from 2 - 6 hours to work.
11:15 PM: I get undressed. I go to the bathroom to
take a leak. I get on the scale - 189.2 pounds. It’s
time to get serious; I don’t want to be taken by
surprise, as so many have reported, being betrayed by
what they thought was just a fart ... From now on,
everything that happens will happen in the diaper.
I apply a thick layer of petroleum jelly all over the
area to be diapered, making the layer especially thick
where the skin is especially thin - you know where I
mean. Just like a baby, I want to be protected from any
kind of rash; I have also heard that the petroleum jelly
seals the pores, and makes it much easier to remove
residual smells later. After all, I have to be in public
11:30 PM: I am a rookie at this - with all my
planning, I forget to take some things into account.
What part of the diaper goes in front? These aren’t
marked clearly, but I figure it out.
I had read that the wicking properties of these high
capacity disposables takes all the moisture away from
the skin and locks it away. That is the opposite of what
I want, so I put on an old pair of cotton briefs, worn
thin and full of holes - the kind of underwear only a
guy wouldn’t throw away. It would get soaked, and hold
everything I let go into the diaper against my skin. I
would feel wet and messy.
Carelessly, I allow a small amount of the petroleum
jelly to get on the outside of the diaper; some if it is
still on my fingers, even though I try to wash it off.
The tapes won’t stick! The clock is ticking. Was that a
gurgle? Now what? I finally find some duct tape. It
doesn’t want to stick either, at least not all that
well, but I wrap it all the way around my waist \ and
overlap it; it seems secure. I am really encased, there
would be no quick escape if I decide to change my plans.
Just for an added measure of safety, I put on a pair of
long, high waisted plastic pants.
11:45 PM I am lying here, trying to relax, but
getting more nervous instead. I want to pee, but I can’t
let myself go. I feel things starting to move high in my
gut; I feel things starting to shift. How long will it
be? As time passes, I begin to wonder if anything will
really happen. For a moment, I hope it doesn’t, but then
I know that I would be disappointed. And deep down, I
know that all that castor oil is an irresistible force.
It really is only a matter of time.
I lie there with nothing happening; my attention
drifts, and I get bored. The next thing I know is that
3:00 AM: How dry I am! Nothing happened while I
slept. But something is beginning to churn a bit -
pressure starting to build, gurgles, mild cramps, a
feeling that the lead turd is beginning to move, and
that there is a lot behind it, pushing it forward. It’s
not at the back door yet, but I feel it getting closer.
It’s progress is inexorable, slow but steady. The
feeling is ominous.
3:15 AM: That same feeling of approaching doom, but
nothing has happened, and things actually feel calmer. I
get out of bed and walk around, massage my gut clockwise
to encourage movement. It’s swollen, almost distended,
and feeling a little tender. I start to wonder if
something is seriously wrong, but the slow movement, the
feeling of shifting fullness, continues. My body is at
war with my years of training, and my deep inhibitions.
Something within me does not want to let this happen!
Maybe I should take all this stuff off and just go to
the toilet. And yet, I want to go through with this,
even though I am now disappointed. All those stories of
castor oil hijacking people’s systems, taking away all
choice and and messing helplessly - it’s been almost six
hours, and nothing. I drift back to sleep until ...
4:20 AM: I wake up with a start, needing to go, NOW!
But I am still in command, and I hold it back, and the
urge subsides. I am lying on my stomach. But this is
different. Deep rumbles, gurgles, intense pressure. I
start to moan. I clench and squirm, and breathe as
though I am in labor, and I succeed again in holding it
back for a few moments. I am trembling and sweating with
the effort. But slowly, my hole loses its ability to
stay clamped shut. The pressure is steady, and I feel a
slow ooze beginning to work its way out. I still clench
with everything I have, but that poor muscle is tired.
... The steady, slow release continues and builds,
thirty seconds (it seems much longer), and I feel it
pushing past my clenched cheeks. Suddenly, my body
realizes that the fight is over. A massive cramp! I roll
on my side, knees to chin, fetal position (how
comforting and appropriate!).
OMG! An involuntary push, every muscle contracting, a
soft, sticky mass spewing out, spreading everywhere in
an instant. A primal grunt. I roll back & forth, ending
up on my stomach, as it just keeps coming and coming,
traveling inside the briefs, up to my back, down my
crack, encasing my balls in hot, sticky mush. I feel wet
heat flooding me from the front - without any willful
action on my part, my bladder just opened. I am limp. I
am drooling all over the pillow. I hear these unearthly,
guttural sounds, and barely realize they are coming from
me. And the flow continues, from both places, on and on.
4:30 AM: I feel a totally irrational contentment,
totally relaxed, totally relieved, totally safe. I drift
into slumber. This is what it's like to be a baby!
5:15 AM: I wake up, feeling full again; I push, and a
little more comes out, but there is still some
unfinished business. I put on a rubber glove, pick up a
dulcolax suppository, and work my way through a
tremendous volume of soft, sticky poop, find my hole,
and push it in. The now covered glove goes into the
wastebasket; my hand is still clean, and I don’t have to
worry about what I touch.
This time, the reaction is swift and sure, Within a
few minutes, the cramps start, the rumbles begin, and I
just go with it. I push, and wet mush just pours out of
my hole, thinner this time, wave after wave. It runs
down my crack, and this time surrounds not only my
balls, but spreads across the front of the diaper,
encasing my entire manhood in warm, slippery goo. I get
hard, painfully hard, and by reflex start squirming and
humping the bed. I feel something starting to build. It
feels like it’s coming from my toes, and this feeling of
immense pleasure takes over my entire body, building to
an inevitable climax. But this is a whole new sensation.
I don’t speed up. I don’t tense my thighs. I don’t stop
breathing. I just keep moving, and the sensation grows
and spreads. And for the first time in my life, I relax
into cumming, Surging and pumping, prolonged ecstasy
like I have never felt, total release, a full body
I don’t remember it stopping. I don’t remember
falling asleep. The next thing I see is bright light,
and the clock:
11:00 AM: Back to reality. My sensitive areas are
starting to sting just a bit, and my diaper is now
filled with more liquid than it can handle. I must have
drained more through the night. Time to clean up; thank
goodness for the plastic pants, and the floor
protection! A long shower, citrus soap; I gradually feel
clean. Finally, just for curiosity, to the scale: 184.6
pounds. Over 4 ½ pounds lighter.
Now that it’s over, I know one thing: I’m doing this
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