Here is the conclusion of my experiment with adult diapers. My first review covered urination; this review will focus on defecation.
Before conducting this experiment I first had to decide what kind of dump I was going to have. I did not want to have a regular “log� so to speak, I felt that it would be like sitting on the remote. On the other hand, I did not want to have a bad case of diarrhea. I decided that a nice wet clumpy shit would be the best option so the previous night I dined on some homemade chili and drank a bunch of beer.
The next day I awoke with a slight hangover but otherwise felt fine. I put on my diaper and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. I knew it would take an hour or two to cook up a good shit so I got comfy on the recliner and did some channel surfing.
About an hour into my day the door bell rung. It was my neighbour, Mrs. Anderson, stopping by to wish me a happy new year. I invited her in for coffee and she filled me in on her trip to her daughters place in Calgary. Within ten minutes I could feel a well-cooked shit making its way down the green mile. The familiar pre-shit farts started to seep out, similar to a subway train making its way to the platform. It was starting to get rather rank in the living room, but Mrs. Anderson kept on blabbing away.
Finally the moment had come. There was no turning back. I dug my hands into the armrest on the recliner and let out a horrendous bowel movement. The force of the blow lifted both of my feet off of the footrest. It reminded me of that last major blast of ketchup out of a squeezable bottle. I turned to look at Mrs. Anderson and she just sat there with her mouth open. She finally asked me if everything was okay and I grunted back that I was fine. The stench of a greasy, putrid shit filled the room like an early morning fog. I managed to pull myself out of the recliner and offered her another cup of coffee. Needless to say she declined and made a rather hasty exit.
I sat back down on the recliner and let the shit soak into the diaper. The stench in the room was disgusting. I wasn’t too sure how long I should let the shit sit in my diaper so I decided to watch the rest of Hillbillies and take it from there. I could feel the shit slightly cooling in my diaper. I pictured it like a glaze on a donut and sat still so as not to crack the thick coating.
Eventually I made my way upstairs to the bathroom to change out of the diaper. What a mess! There was shit everywhere. I misjudged the type of shit I was going to have, it was runnier than I had planned. The shit coated every part of me; it was like someone had painted a pair of underwear on me out of liquid shit.
After showering I went downstairs. The whole downstairs reeked of a high-octane rancid shit. I had to put a pot of water and vinegar up to boil to help kill the stench.
In summary, I would have to say the adult diapers did a very good job of containing a wet messy shit. Unfortunately, they are not good at containing odors. Thinking about it now, I still get a chuckle out of the look on Mrs. Andersons face when I actually shit myself right in front of her.
Before conducting this experiment I first had to decide what kind of dump I was going to have. I did not want to have a regular “log� so to speak, I felt that it would be like sitting on the remote. On the other hand, I did not want to have a bad case of diarrhea. I decided that a nice wet clumpy shit would be the best option so the previous night I dined on some homemade chili and drank a bunch of beer.
The next day I awoke with a slight hangover but otherwise felt fine. I put on my diaper and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. I knew it would take an hour or two to cook up a good shit so I got comfy on the recliner and did some channel surfing.
About an hour into my day the door bell rung. It was my neighbour, Mrs. Anderson, stopping by to wish me a happy new year. I invited her in for coffee and she filled me in on her trip to her daughters place in Calgary. Within ten minutes I could feel a well-cooked shit making its way down the green mile. The familiar pre-shit farts started to seep out, similar to a subway train making its way to the platform. It was starting to get rather rank in the living room, but Mrs. Anderson kept on blabbing away.
Finally the moment had come. There was no turning back. I dug my hands into the armrest on the recliner and let out a horrendous bowel movement. The force of the blow lifted both of my feet off of the footrest. It reminded me of that last major blast of ketchup out of a squeezable bottle. I turned to look at Mrs. Anderson and she just sat there with her mouth open. She finally asked me if everything was okay and I grunted back that I was fine. The stench of a greasy, putrid shit filled the room like an early morning fog. I managed to pull myself out of the recliner and offered her another cup of coffee. Needless to say she declined and made a rather hasty exit.
I sat back down on the recliner and let the shit soak into the diaper. The stench in the room was disgusting. I wasn’t too sure how long I should let the shit sit in my diaper so I decided to watch the rest of Hillbillies and take it from there. I could feel the shit slightly cooling in my diaper. I pictured it like a glaze on a donut and sat still so as not to crack the thick coating.
Eventually I made my way upstairs to the bathroom to change out of the diaper. What a mess! There was shit everywhere. I misjudged the type of shit I was going to have, it was runnier than I had planned. The shit coated every part of me; it was like someone had painted a pair of underwear on me out of liquid shit.
After showering I went downstairs. The whole downstairs reeked of a high-octane rancid shit. I had to put a pot of water and vinegar up to boil to help kill the stench.
In summary, I would have to say the adult diapers did a very good job of containing a wet messy shit. Unfortunately, they are not good at containing odors. Thinking about it now, I still get a chuckle out of the look on Mrs. Andersons face when I actually shit myself right in front of her.
