The Sensory Experience of Diaper Filling
Does anyone else feel a sense of calm and comfort when diapered? I love when I'm getting dressed for the day and my Big diapers me. Safe, secure, and comfortable, feeling that snug thickness between my legs and cradling my little bottom. It's even better when paired with jeans that are just fitting enough to ensure the diaper gives your bottom a bit of bulk.
When the urge hits, I don't stress myself out by trying to hold it. Even if we're out somewhere, I know the stress of hoping I can hold it and having to be uncomfortable in a public restroom will irritate my sensory issues and leave me cranky. It's not worth the stress.
I carefully shift my stance so that my legs are a bit apart and my knees are just so slightly bent. I relax my body and don't even have to push to get things started. I feel the warmth of my load poke out and I know there's no stopping it now.
My body is still as the mess steadily warms my skin and touches the welcoming, cushy seat of my diaper. My Big says something to me and I nod, trying to act like I'm not defiling my pants like a toddler. The mess is now crackling out steadily and tries to form a tent, but the resistance of my diaper seat and my jeans causes the charging poo to blunt and pile up. The warmth easily spreads across my bottom and continues filling the seat effortlessly. My healthy diet makes for a nice, solid poopy that easily mushes and spreads. My knees bend a bit more and I exhale as a big lump continues forming. Ugh, I can feel it making the seat of my jeans protrude and sag a bit!
Of course, by this point my Big will ask me if Imy pooping. I whimper and nod, shyly looking down and playing with my fingers in a way that indicates I'm conflicted about the positive sensory input happening in my pamper. She takes it in stride and sweetly tells me to let her know when I'm done.
I do a small grunt as I feel the last lump squish into the pile. A few cautious steps help me gauge how much this will squish and spread. I sigh with relief and shyly tell my Big that I pooped in my pants. She'll ask if I feel better and it always makes me blush. When we continue shopping and walking, I'll pout and let her know that I can feel it squishing and smearing my bottom. She simply tells me , "You like it." I blush hard and continue to follow her obediently.
I can't help it. I love the way it feels!!
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