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[Non-binary] Recent Semi-Public Diaper Messing


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Hi, long-term lurker but this is my first post here so apologies for not knowing how to tag posts correctly yet. I'm also confused as to exactly what activity is required to become an "active member" and be allowed some downloads.

So some quick background, I'm 24 at the time of writing and am non-binary transgender (been on hormones for 3 years, I can mostly pass as female if I want to but most of the time I present more androgynously). I've had a mild form of palsy my whole life as well as a connective tissue disorder which causes me some health issues, and while I only experienced a couple of isolated wetting accidents in my mid-teens I've struggled more often with IBS and incontinence (usually made worse by physical activity/strain to my already-weak muscles) for the past few years now since around the end of uni. Usually my guts play up for a few days to a few weeks at a time, and most of the time I'm at home so I can make it to the loo in good time but if it's absolutely necessary to be out for a decent portion of the day I'll wear incontinence pants (and plastic pants over the top to try to prevent leaks after a couple of really embarrassing unplanned accidents) to go out. Hiding the noise plastic pants make + having to wear long jackets etc. or limiting my choice of clothes to hide the bulk is a pain as 95% of the time this proves unnecessary but it's worth it for the other 5%. I tend to wear Staydry brand incontinence wear as they seem to handle the most punishment of the brands I've tried.

Anyway, I finally decided to set up an account on here, despite being into pee kink stuff since before I even developed a problem with it, after I had my most significant genuine accident in a good couple of years last week and felt it worth posting. I wanted to take part in the climate change protests in London that have been going on recently, but I live on disability benefits and am super poor at the moment, so I felt what little I could do is to go around putting up placards with ecological facts / warnings on written on excess cardboard and packaging I get with my post. I've been doing this in the dead of night (I struggle with insomnia often due to chronic pain) 'cause admittedly it feels a bit like littering even though I know it's re-purposing wasteful packaging anyway, and there's so few spaces I can think of where I could put up stuff like this on bins, derelict windows, walls of underpasses etc. during the day without getting told off or having them ripped down immediately etc. so yeah, dead of night it is. My memory is rubbish so I can't remember what day it was last week but it was probably Tues-Thurs that I went out and did this.

I've been having one of my attacks of gut cramps and having the rapid urge to need the loo recently so I've been in incontinence wear day and night for that week and the week before, and this night was no exception as I knew I would be walking for a good hour and a half at least around the town centre from my house and the chance of an accident was definitely present if not certain. I also walk on crutches and can be pretty slow so getting to a public loo in time when I'm hit with the urgent need to go can be challenging.  I went out at around 11 PM and was immediately made anxious as I realised there was a football game on and floods of hundreds of people were streaming out back to the car packs near my house as I tried to disguise my slight waddle as best as possible. Luckily I was wearing a coat that extended low enough to hide any noticable bulk through my grey leggings but I was still worried about both taping up my signs and any potential wetting/messing occurring in the middle of such a crowd. Luckily I detoured via a more secluded area of suburb to reach the centre of town where the tourists wouldn't have as much need to walk through.

By the time I got to the market I already needed to pee but when I tried the public toilets there I found them locked and realised, of course they would be at this time of night. At this point I resigned myself to the fact already that I'd probably be wetting my diaper at least lightly but at least from experience I had confidence there'd be little chance of a major leak. The cleanup is always a pain in the arse for me as I have a very sensitive sense of smell and if I do wet/mess myself I'm left scrubbing my hands etc. with all sorts of cleaning products afterwards to try and minimise the slight waft of human waste coming off my hands when I'm eating etc. for days afterwards (any tips MUCH appreciated).

I put up the first few of my signs nearby and headed on to the main underpass in the city where I knew anything I put up would be left alone for at least a few days and have maximum exposure. At the underpass I was already starting to suffer from achy legs and hip/back joints due to the amount of walking I'd put myself through and the lack of co-ordination I have in the right side of my body made trying to cut duct tape and hold these signs in place with one good hand meant a lot of bending over to pick dropped items off the ground. This was when I started to feel the characteristic soreness in my abdomninal muscles that means I'm overworking myself and need to rest soon to avoid setting my sensitive guts off again. Knowing that the city was mostly empty now it was almost midnight on a weekday, and the football crowds would have mostly dispersed by the time I get home, I got a pang of excitement from the realisation I could get a rare free pass at properly enjoying my wetting out in public and my mind started racing at where would be most appropriate.

I still had a few signs to put up and at first I was planning to use the local shopping centre, but knowing that they can be pretty draconian I didn't want to get caught on CCTV putting anything political up there even of such a passive non-partisan nature in case they thought it was personally aimed at them, and because the whole place was shut for the night I couldn't do what I usually do and nip through the centre as a shortcut back to the side of town that is on the way back to the main road back to my house. Instead I had to walk all the way around the complex, and now, still a good 45 minutes walk from home at my pace, I started to experience the first cramps deep in my groin area. I didn't even need to pee too badly but my irritable colon had already had enough and I found myself stopping and starting every couple of minutes as I made my way down the road down the side of the shopping centre and felt my heart begin to race from the adrenaline rush I've grown so fond of- Even outside of omorashi etc. I've been into BDSM and general kink for a long time and can trace my first feelings of arousal by ritual humiliation videos etc. to a young age. A couple and a few individuals walked past me on the opposite side while I was walking down this road which both worried me and surprised me as they were the first people I'd seen in the town for the last hour. I paused beside a fuse box and pretended to be nonchalantly checking my phone until they passed. It was only when I paused like this the contractions grew much worse and I realised how badly I needed the loo- keeping walking constantly to limit the strain on my legs etc. had kept the intensity of the pain and movement disguised from me til this point and now I realised that it was probably for sure I wasn't going to make it all the way home without at least some messing occurring, and the best i could do was to limit the damage and try to be as close to back home as possible before my muscles gave out.

I made it past the shopping centre and crossed the road to the library where I had a choice- go round the front of the library through the more accessible way back through the market where I would have better places to put the last three of my protest signs up, or use the stairs to the secluded path down the back of the library and the town hall for a probably 10-15 minute longer walk to get back home. Crossing the road I could feel my guts churning again so I decided to go the way that while longer would have less chance of me encountering anybody while obviously desperate.

In the event, the 10-15 minutes wouldn't have made much difference as as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs I was hit with another immediate wave of surging contractions that made me slightly dizzy with how I was already tiring my body out with the walking. I half-staggered towards a bin and did my best to clench in as I was still more than half an hour from home and wanted to limit the inevitable walk of shame to under five minutes if possible, but by now it was hopeless. The muscles at the front of my waistband were getting quite sore and I slipped my hand across the front of my waist under the leggings to release some of the pressure as the contractions continued and I felt myself surrendering to the relentless grumbling that had taken over my body. Heart racing and breath panting I had literally seconds to look over my shoulder to check there was nobody in sight behind me and used the last of my strength to stagger the last few metres to a nearby bin which I leaned my outstretched arms against as the first small squirts of semi-solid poo forced their way out and I exhaled, dizzy with embarrassment and excitement. Then the dam broke and hot liquid mush exploded into my diaper accompanied by loud bubbling and I was sure I was going to have a major embarrassing leak on my hands. The only thing going through my mind was "oh my god, I'm still so far from home!" I reached around and felt the heavy bulging mess expanding in my diaper and to check for my wetness from leaks but there was non yet. The next wave of contractions started immediately and this time my bladder began forcibly emptying so I put my back against the adjacent wall and crouched slightly so that any leakage would at least be confined to the seat of my leggings for the time being instead of running down my legs, and with the pressure subsiding slightly I was able to relax more and let the soiling continue with greater voluntary pushing, warm piss rushing against my groin and making me aroused even as my poor sore asshole continued to erupt unbelievable amounts of soft stool. I stank to high heaven but at this point I didn't give a damn I was so excited. This was the most genuinely involuntary and forceful messing I've had in, like, a year and a half at the least, to an extent that surprised even me. As the onslaught ended I took a moment to catch my breath and assess the damage. The hot bulge in the seat of my leggings felt the size of a grapefruit to the touch and I was amazed to find there was zero leakage. I was grinning like a maniac to have had my first *really* accidental accident in so long and played with my nipples under my shirt a little while feeling the bulge with my other hand until I decided it was time to get back home before the smell stuck to me for days.

I actually had to remain there leaned against the wall for another couple of minutes as a couple my age came up the path from the other direction, which was totally unplanned and made me nervous as the smell was strong enough I was sure they would notice. I pretended to check my phone again and didn't look up- hopefully even if they did notice they thought it was just the bin I was stood next to. I pulled my plastic pants and leggings up at the rear to make sure that when I started walking again the weight of my mess wouldn't cause it to start leaking out the sides, and felt the poo spreading across my cheeks- though not liquid, it was softer than I'd even realised, but it did the trick... I'm pretty experienced by now for obvious reasons. Composing myself, I started the long, dirty walk back up with a very full and dangerously-close-to-leaking diaper between my legs. I managed to put up the rest of my signs too, and didn't encounter anyone walking nearly as close to me on the rest of the way back thank goodness, that's not the kind of embarrassment I find fun. 

When I got home I immediately plugged in my Hitachi wand and got off in mere seconds still standing up I was so close to the edge of orgasm already from feeling so humiliated and submissive. In the afterglow I immediately went to the bathroom and took off my leggings and plastic pants sitting on the loo. Aside from some very minor spots of staining around the sides of the groin I found the diaper had held up pretty damn well under the circumstances, though opening my legs immediately caused leakage from around the leg holes and I realised how close I would have been to having to walk home with shit dripping down my legs if I hadn't been wearing plastic pants over the diaper. Good forwards thinking, me!

Then of course I had to deal with the next hour or so of hosing myself down in the shower and scrubbing furiously before filling the bathroom and bedroom with incense to hide the goddamn smell. It's fun for an hour or two but after that I get anxious about having anybody over for like, the next month.

No pics of the aftermath this time as my phone had run out of battery while I was walking home, but I'll try and make a couple of video clips at home next time my digestion is under duress, and sans plastic pants if I'm able to afford some expendable bottoms.

Hope this satiates the curious among you and hopefully I can figure out how to tag this topic as a messing/diaper post next time for those who are strictly into pee.

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  • 4 weeks later...

I was incredibly unwell and delirious, and was lying on the bed in just my jocks after a couple of controlled releases, and must have gone to sleep. The first I knew was a suspicious feeling of warmth around my backside as I staggered off the bed and into the en-suite, flowing orange all the way and juggling my jocks to keep it inside them. I was too sick to fix the bed, so just spread a dry-cleaning bag  over the patch and went back to sleep. The next day was a busy one in the laundry. Not fun, but not really embarrassing either - just sick!

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On 5/14/2019 at 12:17 AM, DiminishingReturns said:

When you say a "burst" are you saying you crapped yourself?

...and how. I made it home and shed some weight into the bowl, then collapsed on my bed. I woke to a strangely familiar warmth on my butt, and realised that, without telling me, my intestines had decided to launch their self-protection system and spewed orange goo into my underwear and pants, and all over my sheets (wife not happy). Once I was awake, I was able to clamp long enough to get to the ensuite for a longish stay, but still felt ghastly. In my daze, I gathered up a plastic dry-cleaning bag and set it on the bed to lay on, then crashed again. I must have emptied out fully the first time, as there were no more repeats. The disappointing bit was that I was too sick to take photos - damn it! 

I had bought some potato-cakes around 11 pm - they'd probably been there building their toxicity all day. Want to try it?

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