Last week I had a wonderful afternoon sailing until one of the boat/s shrouds partially failed. A shroud is a metal cable that connects between the mast and the deck of the boat. If it fails completely, the mast falls into the water and possibly breaks in pieces. I reduced the size of the main sail and slowly drifted to shore. Once near the beach, I secured the boat to an anchor. I then jumped into the water.
When I left that morning, I hadn't planned on getting into the water. I wore a Wellness Superio diaper with a Poise overnight pad as a booster. I wore a onesie over the diaper and under my t-shirt and shorts. My usual summer outfit.
Once deep in the water, my diaper drank in the water. I was working on the boat and floating in the water. Once I got the boat into shallow water, the water was below my waist. The onesie tugged at my shoulders. My shorts ballooned out and sagged around my thighs. I was fully aware of my gigantic diaper fighting to get out. I hopped into the boat and sat down. The diaper shell burst and gel exploded into my crotch and out the legs of the shorts. I lay down on the deck, lowered my shorts to my ankles, lifted the heavy wet shirt, opened the snaps of the onesie and pulled at the diaper tapes. The tapes had held and being wet, were hard to grasp. I finally got all four undone. I pulled the diaper and gel mess out from my legs. I snapped up the onesie to wear as underwear and pulled up my shorts.
The diaper and gel looked like a bushel of jelly fish. I found a plastic bag and scooped most of the mess into it. When I lifted it, it felt like it weighed about twenty pounds. When I finally got home and undressed, the onesie dropped a cloud of gel on the floor. It looked like a pile of snow.
Thinking back, I was very impressed that the Superio diaper held together until I sat down on the mess. And still the tapes adhered in the landing zone. I was also impressed that the onesie kept the diaper from drooping out of my short's legs. When I sat down, the feeling was incredible. I can better understanding why some people love to sit in their poopy diapers.
BY the way, when I was changing in the cockpit of the boat, people were sitting on the beach and some walked over to see what I was doing. Nobody said anything, but they certainly got to see more than they expected.