Being asked if you pooed!?

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Recently my wife told me she was fine for me to start using my nappy for #2. Last weekend we had the house to ourselves, I woke up wet after spending the night padded, I got up and headed downstairs to feed the cats and make coffee for us both.

Then the urge came over me that I really needed to go. It still felt wrong and almost naughty to just let go in my nappy. I knew I'd have to come clean about pooing myself as usually I'd just get back into bed with my wife and enjoy the coffee I was about to make. We set a boundary of no pooing in bed so I knew I would have to go and get cleaned up before getting back into bed.

I decided to go. I felt nervous, excited but above all just really needed to go. I relaxed and a nice firm but soft poo hit the bottom of my nappy. It was such a relief. It was one of those poos that come in waves and I slowly filled my very saggy nappy to the point there was no more room left whilst finishing making our coffee.

I waddled back up stairs and took the coffee to my wife. My nappy was so heavy and sagging. It's a good job I had my PJ bottoms on to hold it up!

She asked me where the controller was for our TV, it seemed to have gone missing in the night. Whilst I was looking around for it she turned to me and said "What's that smell? Have you pooed?". It seemed so surreal having her ask me that question. She wasn't being judgemental at all but it made me feel very childish and whilst I felt a bit embarrassed I also liked it.

We'd spoken previously about how I preferred the word poo as apposed to more adult words such as shit, that just doesn't sit right with me, so I was really happy when she remembered. It felt like it came to her so naturally to ask me in this manner.

Anyway I finally found the remote. It seemed so strange to have a nappy full of poo around her whilst searching for the remote. I finally went and got myself clean and showered and that was that.

It was just quite an experience for me that I wanted to share with you all 😁


I do hope to be able to explore my little side with her in time, as she becomes more comfortable with things. She definitely plays into my psyche when she talks to me in such a nurturing way.
 
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I have the same agreement now, but after a genuine accident. I had a runny tummy a few days earlier, and it was all good, but during the day when I wet i had also released gas (a Fart). well some time later she checked in on me and opened the diaper to take it off but just closed it up again while saying a poopoo. I blushed and she justed smiled back and said when you finished call me. well I got up went to the TV but when I sat down I felt the small little tiny thing squishh all over was really just 1 smal piece, but hat warmth brought on a urge I never had before and I just let it go. Well she un taped the diaper, I cleaned myself up, but now I am her baby / toddler so I may not use loo anymore I have to use diaper for POO but clean myself up.
 
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Poobear said:
I have the same agreement now, but after a genuine accident. I had a runny tummy a few days earlier, and it was all good, but during the day when I wet i had also released gas (a Fart). well some time later she checked in on me and opened the diaper to take it off but just closed it up again while saying a poopoo. I blushed and she justed smiled back and said when you finished call me. well I got up went to the TV but when I sat down I felt the small little tiny thing squishh all over was really just 1 smal piece, but hat warmth brought on a urge I never had before and I just let it go. Well she un taped the diaper, I cleaned myself up, but now I am her baby / toddler so I may not use loo anymore I have to use diaper for POO but clean myself up.
That's very sweet of her. I love how neither of you actually realised until she tried changing you and then she used the word poopoo 😌 It sounds like she wasn't judgemental either and really did help to put you at ease with a smile and telling you to go and finish off!

It's such a deep embedded thing for us and it feels normal to do it by yourself but then when your partner is willing to take part it really does take the experience to a whole different level, I guess it just takes a little time to get used to but when they offer such positive vibes like that, it really is such a special feeling.

We've discussed messy diaper changes, I'm not sure how either of us feel about that yet. I think I might like it but maybe it's a fantasy that should just stay a fantasy. She has changed a couple of wet ones one evening when we were drunk, that's was fantastic!

I think for now I'd just like to experience a wet change again when we're sober and I'm in more of a little headspace, rather than when alcohol was involved. It was a good way to break the ice though 😏
 
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ItsTimmyTime said:
Recently my wife told me she was fine for me to start using my nappy for #2….
She asked me where the controller was for our TV, it seemed to have gone missing in the night. Whilst I was looking around for it she turned to me and said "What's that smell? Have you pooed?". It seemed so surreal having her ask me that question. She wasn't being judgemental at all but it made me feel very childish and whilst I felt a bit embarrassed I also liked it.
We'd spoken previously about how I preferred the word poo as apposed to more adult words such as shit, that just doesn't sit right with me, so I was really happy when she remembered. It felt like it came to her so naturally to ask me in this manner.
That’s the same way I’ve always felt about words like crap and sh*t preferring words like poop and mess. It seems that it has a lot to do with what you heard as a child and even into your adolescence. Most of the times that I heard sh*t as a kid it was preceded by “bull”. My wife used to call our children’s loaded diapers messy or poopy, but I referred to it as a “deuce in the trunk” for #2 in the rear. Even when I worked on a farm in high school we referred to those piles cows left behind them as manure, cow patties, or cow chips if they had dried out. But there’s one time when nothing but sh*t seems to be appropriate….that’s when the sh*t hits the fan! And by the way were either of these women mentioned above that were doing the changing seen with Vicks Vapor Rub applied to their upper lip, under their noses, like you see cops and coroners’s employees doing around pungent crime scenes and dead bodies? Or maybe clothespins on their noses? If not they must love you even more than I thought!
 
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ItsTimmyTime said:
Recently my wife told me she was fine for me to start using my nappy for #2. Last weekend we had the house to ourselves, I woke up wet after spending the night padded, I got up and headed downstairs to feed the cats and make coffee for us both.

Then the urge came over me that I really needed to go. It still felt wrong and almost naughty to just let go in my nappy. I knew I'd have to come clean about pooing myself as usually I'd just get back into bed with my wife and enjoy the coffee I was about to make. We set a boundary of no pooing in bed so I knew I would have to go and get cleaned up before getting back into bed.

I decided to go. I felt nervous, excited but above all just really needed to go. I relaxed and a nice firm but soft poo hit the bottom of my nappy. It was such a relief. It was one of those poos that come in waves and I slowly filled my very saggy nappy to the point there was no more room left whilst finishing making our coffee.

I waddled back up stairs and took the coffee to my wife. My nappy was so heavy and sagging. It's a good job I had my PJ bottoms on to hold it up!

She asked me where the controller was for our TV, it seemed to have gone missing in the night. Whilst I was looking around for it she turned to me and said "What's that smell? Have you pooed?". It seemed so surreal having her ask me that question. She wasn't being judgemental at all but it made me feel very childish and whilst I felt a bit embarrassed I also liked it.

We'd spoken previously about how I preferred the word poo as apposed to more adult words such as shit, that just doesn't sit right with me, so I was really happy when she remembered. It felt like it came to her so naturally to ask me in this manner.

Anyway I finally found the remote. It seemed so strange to have a nappy full of poo around her whilst searching for the remote. I finally went and got myself clean and showered and that was that.

It was just quite an experience for me that I wanted to share with you all 😁


I do hope to be able to explore my little side with her in time, as she becomes more comfortable with things. She definitely plays into my psyche when she talks to me in such a nurturing way.
I've not been asked as an adult. Only as a kid following accidents. I remember when I was about 8 I pooed my pants at school. I always avoided going to the toilet at school and would only go for a wee if I was really desperate and I'd never go for a poo.

It was about an hour until hometime and I'd needed a poo for most of the day but had chosen to hold on. I was in a lot of pain and was by this point fighting to hold it in. I can't remember what we were doing some activity where we were all stood up. I farted (noisily) and a massive poo just came out into my pants. Everyone started laughing at me, I hoped this was because I'd farted and they'd not yet realised that I'd pooed.

I obviously hoped that no one would realise what had happened but the smell didn't go away and there was a big bulge in the back of my trousers. The teacher obviously noticed and came over to me and said quietly 'James have you pooed' I nodded holding back tears.

I was told to wait outside and she called another member of staff who took me to the disabled toilet and helped me get changed. When I got back into class I sat in my usual seat next to my best friend. I hoped that no one had realised what had happened but he immediately asked 'Did you poo yourself'. I said yes knowing I wouldn't be able to lie.

Was unfortunately bullied for quite a while afterwards as a result.
 
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This has triggered a memory long forgotten. I never wanted to poo at school or any other public toilet. But I have no recollection of wanting to mess my self as an alternative at that time. Maybe it was just an unrealised desire that remained latent for many years. if so in the last 20 years I have certainly caught up! As to what term is used, I generally prefer poo or mess but there are times (like when I am actually pooing mysel) that in my head I am saying " I am really shitting myself" as so often I still cant believe what I am doing. But that just increases my sense of naughtyness and excitement and enjoyment
 
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My wife doesn't like me to poo in my diapers but she does allow me to once in a while, especially when I've done something really nice and she wants to show me how much she appreciates what I did. When that happens, she asks me if I would like to go poo today and of course I tell her yes I would like to. I usually do some work around the house until I feel the urge to mess in my diapers and then I will enjoy the feeling of my poop squishing around my bottom. It might be a few minutes or an hour or so before we see each other again and my wife always asks me "sweetie, did you poo already?"
 
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ItsTimmyTime said:
Recently my wife told me she was fine for me to start using my nappy for #2. Last weekend we had the house to ourselves, I woke up wet after spending the night padded, I got up and headed downstairs to feed the cats and make coffee for us both.

Then the urge came over me that I really needed to go. It still felt wrong and almost naughty to just let go in my nappy. I knew I'd have to come clean about pooing myself as usually I'd just get back into bed with my wife and enjoy the coffee I was about to make. We set a boundary of no pooing in bed so I knew I would have to go and get cleaned up before getting back into bed.

I decided to go. I felt nervous, excited but above all just really needed to go. I relaxed and a nice firm but soft poo hit the bottom of my nappy. It was such a relief. It was one of those poos that come in waves and I slowly filled my very saggy nappy to the point there was no more room left whilst finishing making our coffee.

I waddled back up stairs and took the coffee to my wife. My nappy was so heavy and sagging. It's a good job I had my PJ bottoms on to hold it up!

She asked me where the controller was for our TV, it seemed to have gone missing in the night. Whilst I was looking around for it she turned to me and said "What's that smell? Have you pooed?". It seemed so surreal having her ask me that question. She wasn't being judgemental at all but it made me feel very childish and whilst I felt a bit embarrassed I also liked it.

We'd spoken previously about how I preferred the word poo as apposed to more adult words such as shit, that just doesn't sit right with me, so I was really happy when she remembered. It felt like it came to her so naturally to ask me in this manner.

Anyway I finally found the remote. It seemed so strange to have a nappy full of poo around her whilst searching for the remote. I finally went and got myself clean and showered and that was that.

It was just quite an experience for me that I wanted to share with you all 😁


I do hope to be able to explore my little side with her in time, as she becomes more comfortable with things. She definitely plays into my psyche when she talks to me in such a nurturing way.
weird story, i would be so ashamed, i would sink in a hole and die.
 
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I've not been asked as an adult. Only as a kid following accidents. I remember when I was about 8 I pooed my pants at school. I always avoided going to the toilet at school and would only go for a wee if I was really desperate and I'd never go for a poo.

It was about an hour until hometime and I'd needed a poo for most of the day but had chosen to hold on. I was in a lot of pain and was by this point fighting to hold it in. I can't remember what we were doing some activity where we were all stood up. I farted (noisily) and a massive poo just came out into my pants. Everyone started laughing at me, I hoped this was because I'd farted and they'd not yet realised that I'd pooed.

I obviously hoped that no one would realise what had happened but the smell didn't go away and there was a big bulge in the back of my trousers. The teacher obviously noticed and came over to me and said quietly 'James have you pooed' I nodded holding back tears.

I was told to wait outside and she called another member of staff who took me to the disabled toilet and helped me get changed. When I got back into class I sat in my usual seat next to my best friend. I hoped that no one had realised what had happened but he immediately asked 'Did you poo yourself'. I said yes knowing I wouldn't be able to lie.

Was unfortunately bullied for quite a while afterwards as a result.
What a shame! Kids can be terrible can't they 😢

Lyric said:
My wife doesn't like me to poo in my diapers but she does allow me to once in a while, especially when I've done something really nice and she wants to show me how much she appreciates what I did. When that happens, she asks me if I would like to go poo today and of course I tell her yes I would like to. I usually do some work around the house until I feel the urge to mess in my diapers and then I will enjoy the feeling of my poop squishing around my bottom. It might be a few minutes or an hour or so before we see each other again and my wife always asks me "sweetie, did you poo already?"
Awww that's so sweet, I love that! We are very lucky to have such understanding wives. It is pretty cool to carry on doing tasks around the house after you've been isn't it. It feels so liberating to just carry on as if nothing ever happened 😌

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weird story, i would be so ashamed, i would sink in a hole and die.
That's too bad. I'm sorry you don't have someone special that could make you feel less ashamed or maybe it's just not part of your kink. Your comment does come across very derogatory and negatively, I mean we're all very different here. I read many threads where I think, "hmmmmm, that's just not for me" but each to there own, good for them if it makes them happy and they find comfort in what they are doing.

I certainly wouldn't feel the need to add a pointless comment. But once again, we ARE all different so...... 🤷
 
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ItsTimmyTime said:
What a shame! Kids can be terrible can't they 😢


Awww that's so sweet, I love that! We are very lucky to have such understanding wives. It is pretty cool to carry on doing tasks around the house after you've been isn't it. It feels so liberating to just carry on as if nothing ever happened 😌


That's too bad. I'm sorry you don't have someone special that could make you feel less ashamed or maybe it's just not part of your kink. Your comment does come across very derogatory and negatively, I mean we're all very different here. I read many threads where I think, "hmmmmm, that's just not for me" but each to there own, good for them if it makes them happy and they find comfort in what they are doing.

I certainly wouldn't feel the need to add a pointless comment. But once again, we ARE all different so...... 🤷
ItsTimmyTime said:
What a shame! Kids can be terrible can't they 😢


Awww that's so sweet, I love that! We are very lucky to have such understanding wives. It is pretty cool to carry on doing tasks around the house after you've been isn't it. It feels so liberating to just carry on as if nothing ever happened 😌


That's too bad. I'm sorry you don't have someone special that could make you feel less ashamed or maybe it's just not part of your kink. Your comment does come across very derogatory and negatively, I mean we're all very different here. I read many threads where I think, "hmmmmm, that's just not for me" but each to there own, good for them if it makes them happy and they find comfort in what they are doing.

I certainly wouldn't feel the need to add a pointless comment. But once again, we ARE all different so...... 🤷
Last 2 paras above - a great (calm and considered) response to such unnecessary negativity. Repeating a comment that I made in another trail of comments - "I am new, to ADISC, I am finding the support, understanding, common interests and ability to be so open to be fantastic. But no doubt there will still be trolls lurking!"
I am mostly single, do have a G/F, and she knows I dress en femme But not anything else, which I doubt she could cope with. And I will not take that risk. So for me ADISC is a brilliant outlet. But where you can have such support from an understanding wife must be amazing,
 
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morro said:
This has triggered a memory long forgotten. I never wanted to poo at school or any other public toilet. But I have no recollection of wanting to mess my self as an alternative at that time. Maybe it was just an unrealised desire that remained latent for many years. if so in the last 20 years I have certainly caught up! As to what term is used, I generally prefer poo or mess but there are times (like when I am actually pooing mysel) that in my head I am saying " I am really shitting myself" as so often I still cant believe what I am doing. But that just increases my sense of naughtyness and excitement and enjoyment
Funny how that urge remained dormant for you for so many years. I'd imagine the more you do it the less of an "oh fuck!" moment it'll be! 🤭 I guess you'll always have that feeling of doing something naughty. I still get the feeling I used to get when I pooed in my nappy as a toddler, when I was probably old enough to understand not to.
morro said:
Last 2 paras above - a great (calm and considered) response to such unnecessary negativity. Repeating a comment that I made in another trail of comments - "I am new, to ADISC, I am finding the support, understanding, common interests and ability to be so open to be fantastic. But no doubt there will still be trolls lurking!"
I am mostly single, do have a G/F, and she knows I dress en femme But not anything else, which I doubt she could cope with. And I will not take that risk. So for me ADISC is a brilliant outlet. But where you can have such support from an understanding wife must be amazing,
Thank you, I'm glad you see it that way. Very much seems like someone trolling, unhappy with their own situation or jealous maybe. Either way, I had to pull them up on their comment.

I'm only 4 months into this journey with my wife so she's doing amazingly well learning to understand this side of me. We've been together 15 years so it was quite a revelation to her when I came out. I always thought it was something I could forget about when I first got together with her but over the years it proved more and more difficult to ignore. I eventually worked on my self acceptance and coming to terms that this will always be a part of me and I told her. It was really, really scary! I'd never told a single soul before but I was fairly hopeful she'd still love me and want to be with me if I explained everything to her in an open and honest way.

I guess only you know how your GF would react if you told her about your kinks. If she really loves you and has quite an open mind anything is possible. You're not hurting anyone at the end of the day.
 
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This thread, both the OP's experience and other's is adorable (or border line traumatizing for the legit accidents).

Just to throw in my 2 cents, I'm also not too fond of using words like crap or shi!t either to refer to such things. Mess or poo or poopoo is a lot cuter and more innocent imo, but I also really like the term "stinkies" or "blort" too. Being asked something along the lines of "Did you make stinkies?" or "Are you being a blorty cub right now?" (I'm a babyfur so I like "cub", but "boy" or "baby" could totally be substituted instead and still have the same affect) makes me feel super smol and blushy
 
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It is wonderful how loving some wives are. I can't imagine asking a wife to clean my poo. I don't think I could ever do that for a wife either!
 
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I mean let's be honest here, there's nothing cute about poo 😏 I don't "get off" whilst doing it or whilst having to clean myself up, though I know others do and that's fine.

But what is cute and sweet is the way some of our partners are able to communicate back to us in such a loving, caring, nurturing way, and not being influenced by the societal norms. That level of acceptance and open mindedness from them is something else and I wish that everyone could experience that.
 
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My partner very rarely will ask if I've messed, instead he usually will just give me an affectionate tap or squish on the bum to check. Sometimes I'll get the more traditional pull back of the pants to have a peak if I'm standing or sitting on the floor or a stool, but I think the checks have just been to confirm what he already knows lol
 
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Pika123 said:
My partner very rarely will ask if I've messed, instead he usually will just give me an affectionate tap or squish on the bum to check. Sometimes I'll get the more traditional pull back of the pants to have a peak if I'm standing or sitting on the floor or a stool, but I think the checks have just been to confirm what he already knows lol
I haven't had that happen yet. Sounds like a lot of fun though 🤭🤭
 
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ItsTimmyTime said:
I haven't had that happen yet. Sounds like a lot of fun though 🤭🤭
Just wait, I'm sure it will happen. My wife does the same thing, squeezes my bum, or pulls out the back of my diapers and rubber pants for a look. I know she doesn't need to because she can smell the odor, but she knows how it makes me feel when she treats me like her child sometimes. I also tend to suck my thumb when I poo in my diapers. My wife is aware of this habit of mine, and when she sees me with my thumb in my mouth she's immediately suspicious and will come over and check my diapers.
 
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Lyric said:
Just wait, I'm sure it will happen. My wife does the same thing, squeezes my bum, or pulls out the back of my diapers and rubber pants for a look. I know she doesn't need to because she can smell the odor, but she knows how it makes me feel when she treats me like her child sometimes. I also tend to suck my thumb when I poo in my diapers. My wife is aware of this habit of mine, and when she sees me with my thumb in my mouth she's immediately suspicious and will come over and check my diapers.
That definitely is a little telltale sign then isn't it 🤭 I love how she knows how to make you feel so childish by doing little acts like that!

I've noticed you around the forums a lot @Lyric, it seems like you've been a member for a long time. I'm guessing you and your wife are a good few years into the abdl lifestyle? I imagine it takes many years to progress to the dynamic you and your wife have now.

Not that I'm in any rush, I'm enjoying the journey that's for sure but it's just interesting to know 😄
 
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ItsTimmyTime said:
We've discussed messy diaper changes, I'm not sure how either of us feel about that yet. I think I might like it but maybe it's a fantasy that should just stay a fantasy.
Congratulations on your wife's acceptance! It's an extremely liberating feeling to be able to feed your little side by being able to be open. You must feel very loved and supported sometime.

I cant recommend more highly you and your wife doing diaper changes. You will feel those same emotional feelings along with the physical feelings probably most akin to a massage.
 
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Congratulations on your wife's acceptance! It's an extremely liberating feeling to be able to feed your little side by being able to be open. You must feel very loved and supported sometime.

I cant recommend more highly you and your wife doing diaper changes. You will feel those same emotional feelings along with the physical feelings probably most akin to a massage.
It really is beyond belief! I certainly feel all of those things, I feel like we both love and support each other even more than we already did!

She has changed my nappy a couple of times but not when I've pooed, though being able to use fully is still very new so maybe in time we'll both feel more comfortable to give a poopy change a try.

I can imagine that would make me feel very, very little and vulnerable. I'd definitely need to be deep within that little mindset to fully enjoy it I reckon, but all the senses and smells would be mind-blowing and I bet it would feel like the ultimate bonding session between the two of us!

It sounds like you've experienced it for yourself 😊
 
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