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Wednesday, March 4th at 9:04 P.M.

I think the first time messing really opened up a door for me, because ever since then I haven't been able to get enough of such an experience.

I've managed to find time with enough privacy to be able to do so two times since I last wrote, and both times I still remember the incredible feeling of vulnerability and littleness.

Something about having a bottom caughted with your own accident which only gets more and more messy as you move around just really feels right. The longer I stay in it the more I am in dire need of a change.

And it has not stopped there, after entering in my last log I did a little bit of internet browsing and found yet again to my astonishment a vast array of products available for those who share in my interests.

I was a little bit overwhelmed at first, quite frankly I did not know where to start. The amount of clothing to begin with was vast, all themed with adult baby fantasies in mind.

Onesies, sleepers, rompers, shortalls, booties, mittens, and several other choice items.

In addition to the kind of paraphernalia you might expect, there was also a significant amount of baby bondage items that caused me to blush.

Although I had not considered it, I found myself rather drawn to the idea of not only wearing and adorning oneself with various babyish clothing items, but being trapped and unable to take them off came with an entirely different set of feelings.

In addition to this, I've continued to explore the ABDL community online, and I've struck up a conversation with someone who was interested in helping me further explore this little interest of mine.

Although he wished to remain anonymous, he went into a fair amount of detail describing his own personal relationship to wearing diapers and pretending to be a baby. To my delight, I found that we had a lot in common about our feelings towards the interest.

We've started to message every day at this point, describing our feelings about it and carrying genuinely enjoyable conversation.

He even offered to purchase a few of the baby clothes for me if I wanted, in exchange for some pictures of me wearing them. I had eagerly accepted, and found to my surprise that he decided to buy everything I had given him on my list.

A few days later, the package arrived.

I decided to get a little bit of everything, including a onesie, sleeper, pair of shortalls, two pacifiers, an oversized bottle, a large teddy bear, a bonnet, a pair of mittens that could be locked on, booties, and last but not least a locking diaper cover.

I had at first considered whether having the locking mechanism would be at all a good idea, after all I would either have access to the key or not be able to take the mittens off while they were locked on.

Still, I reasoned that even while locked into the entire set I would be able to use my mouth to use the keys to unlock the mittens.

My heart was beating in my chest when the box containing all my goodies arrived, and I hastily hid them away in my closet.

The first time I was able to use them came a few days later, and again a whole different amount of feelings of pleasure came along with it.

After putting on a POOFZ, I decided to go all out. Clipping the pacifier to the front of the sleeper I got I managed to get on the pair of locking pants underneath the booties, and even put together the mittens in a fashion where I could unlock them after a few minutes of fiddling.

Still, it took a fair amount of effort to unlock them, and they would essentially trap me in my entire costume until I managed to figure it out.

Having prepped the bottle beforehand with a newly discovered cocktail of laxatives and diuretics, I retired in front of the television screen.

After downing the bottle within a few minutes, I felt myself growing slightly drowsy. Popping in the pacifier for the first time while dressed up in an utterly infantile fashion came with both a great sense of peace and a feeling of excitement.

There I lay, thickly diapered with little say about when my clothing and diaper would come off with the rising need to go number two.

With a soggy diaper hugging my waist, I idly browsed through the available children's programming. I settled on a show I remembered I enjoyed when I was younger.

I suckled on the pacifier, feeling my eyelids grow heavy as the pressure on my stomach grew stronger and stronger, now a familiar feeling.

I was shaken out of my babyish haze by the sound of keys in the door and the noise of shuffling boots.

My heart raced, and I was only able to get up and looked behind me in bewilderment before my roommate walked in.

"Hey, the show ended early and Sarah decided to head to bed ear-"

He stopped mid sentence, staring at me as I felt the panic change into embarrassment, my cheeks growing red with the realization that I now had to figure out how to explain this.

I opened my mouth to speak, the pacifier I had forgotten that was lodged in there previously falling out and doing little to help my situation.

Just as I was about to stutter out an explanation, a loud gurgling noise came from my stomach and I looked down in horror.

A wave of cramps headed me and I doubled over, my absurdly padded rear sticking out for my roommate to see in all its glory as the contents of my bowels pushed itself out.

With a large, wet farting noise I helplessly messed into the back seat of my diaper. The amount of laxative I had put in the bottle previously serving its purpose as wave after wave of cramps forced me to mess with absolutely no control.

I panted, feeling slightly shaken as the mess spread itself evenly throughout the diaper, the locking pants and sleeper putting pressure on it into an even distribution.

I looked up a moment later, and saw that my roommate had simply left the room and gone into his own.

There was no confrontation about it at least, but the damage had certainly been done. Although I dreaded the inevitable conversation that was to come of this event I could not help but feel slightly turned on by the occasion.

The feeling of having somebody else witness my absolute vulnerability in messing my diaper was an entirely different experience in and of itself.

He had seen just how helpless and in need of my diaper I was in that moment, pathetically messing into my padding as I felt the front of my diaper continually growing soggier and soggier with my continual wetting.

The mittens made it difficult for me to do anything other than bat helplessly at the front of my padding, the zipper of the sleeper running up the back making it essentially impossible for me to get out of the article of clothing without the mittens coming off.

And with how shaken and tired I was from what just happened, it took me 20 minutes of trying before I ultimately gave up on trying to unlock myself from the mittens back in my bedroom.

Exhausted and feeling a mixture of feelings I had never experienced before I found myself drifting off to sleep in my bed. Still clad in a very stinky diaper whose front and back had now swollen to an even larger degree.

After all, how could a little baby reach the potty when his mittens keep him from messing with his diaper?