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Tuesday, February 25th at 8:34 P.M.

Two major things have happened since my last entry.

I have begun to continuously wear around the clock now, the slimmer diapers during the day when I'm out at work and I manage to sneak on the thicker ones at night.

It's still nerve wracking me a little bit, but I've essentially managed to wear 24/7 now. It's more fun than I imagined it would be, having gone several days up to two weeks now only to use a toilet for #2.

Not having to worry about peeing and finding a toilet has been a bit of a relief when at work and school I'm finding, the slight worry that I will leak while wearing the thinner diapers.

I can't believe that at one point I struggled to wet my diaper without having to sit on top of a toilet or listen to rushing water.

I did not realize this until a few days ago but sometimes I am finding that I will change into a fresh diaper and it's already wet a few minutes later.

It's better that way I think, though. It's so much more comfortable and pleasant to sit in a warm, wet diaper. Plus it feels so little inducing too.

The fact that I am now having accidents without even noticing must mean that I've gotten used to the diapers, perhaps a little bit too much.

My roommate and I decided that it had been a while since we had some bonding time, so we fired up the old reliable Smash Brothers.

We had gotten quite into it, we called a best out of 13 and were currently neck and neck.

Just as I was about to win, I noticed that the front of my jeans were oddly moist. I had not bothered putting on a diaper for our gaming session as I did not want the potential crinkle and shape of my pants serving as a distraction.

After all, I am still rather nervous about anyone finding out about my secret. Still, I looked down and to my horror saw that I had had a little accident. Nothing too bad, but a distinguishably noticeable stain had spread across my front.

My roommate had not noticed, as his eyes were still fixed on the screen in front of him.

I had managed to think quickly, making a retching noise. I stumbled out of the living room exclaiming that I felt like I was going to vomit.

Naturally this caused him to behave in a very concerned manner, as I frantically tried to scrub out the wet stain on my jeans he continuously asked if I was alright through the door.

After I managed to shoo him away, blaming the now questionable sushi we had had for dinner the night before I was able to sneak into my bedroom and put a diaper on before I had any more accidents.

Perhaps the carefree nature of wearing diapers has its drawbacks, but the snug feeling I came back to after I cleaned up felt like a familiar and very welcoming feeling.

Still, I'm sure this one time occurrence was no big deal. After all, who doesn't have the occasional accident? Lots of people wet their pants every once in a while.

The second thing that happened is I finally worked up the courage to try and go number two in the diaper for the first time.

As always I made sure that I would have the apartment to myself, taking careful note that my roommate's obligation was not one that would be likely to be cancelled.

After I casually waved goodbye from the couch, I sprung up the moment I heard the door lock.

First, I mixed my laxative cocktail in the kitchen, making sure to blend the Magnesium Citrate solution in a vast amount of orange juice to try and hide the sour taste.

Next, I would go ahead and put on what I believe is now my favorite brand of diapers, another POOFZ.

I had read instructions on how to properly use the laxative, so after preparing a hearty meal and drinking plenty of fluids I waited.

I played on my Xbox in the meantime, allowing my mind to wander as I immersed myself in the game.

It came as no surprise that within a few minutes when I shifted I felt the distinctly soggy sensation of a wet diaper.

Within the hour though I began to feel a distinct cramped feeling in my lower abdomen, and I could tell that the laxative had begun its work.

Wanting to maximize the immersion, I tried my best to ignore the feelings of having to vacate my bowels for as long as possible.

This was no easy accomplishment, as the gradual progression for the need to void became more and more intense as the minutes dragged on.

After about 15 minutes, I felt that I really could no longer hold it. Without getting up from my comfortable position on the couch, I relaxed my sphincter and allowed my bottom to do the work for me.

The laxative had produced a diuretic effect, so the feeling of warm, mushy mess spread

out surprisingly quickly covering my bottom and working its way up to the front.

This came with an even more intense infantile feeling as I could feel that not only was I in a rather soggy diaper but one that had been thoroughly used like an actual baby.

I remember shivering with delight, a sense that I was doing something I really was not supposed to yet deriving an odd sort of joy from it pervaded my mind.

I shifted around, feeling the accident I had had moving around with every subtle

adjustment and further spreading throughout the diaper.

As the brand maintained, the diaper managed to withstand and contain my mess quite impressively, further intensifying the helpless feeling of infantile regress.

I could not help but smile to myself, thinking what a pathetic, little helpless baby I was unable to reach the potty and having to use my diaper for number 2.

I allowed myself to stay in the diaper for around an hour or so before I decided I better not risk the potential for diaper rash, as cute and little inducing as that idea felt.

The clean up part was less fun, but after using an army of wet wipes and a hot shower I felt refreshed and renewed.

The best part though was putting a clean diaper on after the shower, the soft, welcoming interior really felt comfortable. The notion of changing from the diaper to diaper also came with its pleasant feelings of comfort.

I plopped back down on the couch, resuming my game and humming to myself

cheerily.

I think it's time I step it up a notch next time... This has been a lot of fun, but I have an idea or two how to make that first messing experience I had earlier this week even more baby.

Plus, if I'm messing my pants at this point like a baby, maybe I need a few more accessories to complete the image. What could possibly happen?