Posted by diaper rogue on June 24, 2009 at 18:43 [75.57.67.199]
In Reply to: big poos posted by Amy on June 23, 2009 at 11:17
As a life-long diaper enthusiast, I have perfected the art of filling them. Yes, that includes intense urgency, multiple "events", and enormous volume.
Most of the plan relies on common sense. The typical advise we all hear. Eat right and be active. The wild card is regular consumption of a bulk producing fiber supplement. I've been using metamucil for 2 decades and have enjoyed problem free elimination for the duration. Knowing what to eat, when to eat it and how much fiber supplement to injest is a discovery process. Over time we learn what results were produced from various amounts of consumption in combination with different levels of activity. The experimentation can be fun.
Flying solo allows me the freedom to indulge virtually at will. I have been able to develope a system that, when followed correctly, maximizes all my efforts.
Since I use metamucil consistantly, it's only a matter of increasing my intake. It is important to note that preperation needs to match the opportunity. If I know I'm going to have 2 or 3 days free my preperation would be different from a more typical 1 day diaper jag.
For instance, a few weeks ago I got away from the office for a long weekend and decided to spend it being completely diaper dependent. On Wednesday I began my prep. Instead of my normal heaping table spoon of sugar free metamucil in 12 ozs. of H20 every evening, I doubled the dossage and drank it 3 times in the day. Thursday produced 3 rather large bm's over 6 hours. I upped the dossage to 4x for the day on top of my 3 meals. Yea, I was feeling a bit bloated but I knew it was going to pay dividends later.
By Friday I was in what I call "extreeme fiber loading" mode. A double dose every 3 hours in addition to eating a metric ton of high fiber foods. I felt completely full. Friday night the diapers went on and stayed on until Sunday . I limited myself to 2 diaper changes a day. Yikes!
I experienced incredably intense urgency followed by huge bm's at least 6 times during the first day. I had introduced a new technique this time around that included several narcotic based painkillers. These cconstipated me, helping to slow my digestive system down. It worked. Instead of waking up having to poop, I had plenty of time to enjoy my wet night diapers while I had my morning coffee. When I felt the urge begin to build, I worked my hand down the back of my diapers and inserted 2 suppositories. I then dressed in some loose clothing and headed down to the beach to enjoy the rising sun. I was determined to resist the growing pressure in my rectum until I actually lost control. I will admit to feeling extreemly uncomfortable.
I must note here that I drank lots of water. The dangers of extreeme fiber loading include bowel obstruction if enough water isn't consumed. Just a warning for some idiot who might be compelled to emulate me.
After an hour of fighting the urge I began to tire. It had been taking all of my concentration to maintain my composure and I was finally at the end of the road. The beach was deserted this early in the morning so I stood alone, looking out at the sun rising above the water. But as you might imagine, I was too distracted by a huge turd sliding slowly into my diapers. I made no effort to stop it and made no effort to push it out. The forces of gravity and the pressure of a completly full digestive tract interacted perfectly with the suppositories. The poo was firm but piled nicely in the seat of my diapers. After a good 20 seconds I felt little relief. The only physical pleasure I enjoyed was the feeling of a massive poo sliding warmly against my skin.
I knew from experience I wasn't finished. My gut was still bloated and the glycerin suppositories were still at work. In the blink of an eye there was a sudden, involuntary contraction. It gripped me so quickly I'm sure I must've had a panicked look of surprise on my face. As the contraction strengthened, a mighty surge of soft poo began filling my diapers. The volume can only be described as enormous. My plastic pants started to bulge like a balloon and sagged under the wieght of such a massive load. The warm pile of soft poo spread slowly up under my balls and migrated to the top of my crack. My plastic pants continued to expand as the large mass grew. And my balls began to tingle.
My expert care putting on my diapers insured reasonable security. The load, while near world record size, was safely contained. An Abena x-plus under a kins cloth pull-up with plastic pants provided excellent capacity. Thank God for loose fitting shorts and baggy polo shirts. Unless you were standing right next to me you wouldn't even notice the slightly sweet, pungent odor.
Back at home, nestled in my leather chair with my feet resting on the ottoman, I faded off into a deep sleep. I had been exhausted and relieved. Despite the enormity of the release, I still felt full. But the feeling in my diapers was worth any amount of discomfort.
I enjoyed a repeat of the early morning performance when I awoke a few hours later.
After an amazingly intense poo-gasmn, I showered and re-diapered for the rest of the day. Fiber loading continued until late on Saturday afternoon. I mean, come on. I had to work on Monday and I don't think wearing a wet, loaded diaper would be looked upon with favor.
I don't recommend such over the top adventures on a frequent basis. To be honest, a tamer version is more to my liking. After a satisfying release and a moderate lenghth of time enjoying the sensations (both physical and mental, I'm usually eager to ditch the poopy diapers and embark on more lofty pursuits.
But it's nice to walk it out close to the edge every once in a while. Nothing quite like an authentic diaper dependent weekend. Sweet.
diaper rogue