I should introduce myself - Noel is my name, but I have a tendency to dress up. Then I call myself Noela. Noela is retired from work now and has plenty of free time to entertain friends and herself. As I said she likes lady-like clothing - dresses, skirts, blouses, cotton undies and socks, and, of course, a woolly cardigan. I do like the wind to catch and lift my skirts so my undies are in full view. When I sit (on a bench or the ground) I make sure my knees are lifted and spread so as to 'accidentally' give my friends a pleasing view of my secrets.
Sometimes one can hear a crinkling rustle as Noela moves. That noise comes from her pvc plastic pants. Yes, she often wears a nappy. She likes the feelings when her tummy starts to warn her that she needs to do number one's or even number two's. Noela uses full cut double layer terry towel nappy knickers. (Up to maybe five pairs at once depending on how wet she plans to be.) The nappy knickers she gets from 'cuddlz.co.uk' are high waisted and wide in the crotch. Being in a nappy gives her a feminine profile - fuller bottom, wider hips and a curved 'mummy' tummy. Her pvc plastic pants or bloomers not only contain dampness but also stop odours escaping. I strongly recommend you exchange your disposables for terry knickers. In my experience it is simply not possible to get terry squares or disposables snug and secure!
Being in lady's clothes and among friends is a particular pleasant experience. I love my friends complements and comments! They know and accept without teasing that I prefer my nappy rather than the toilet. They often ask if I have taken a laxative or purgative and how long ago. They calculate how long the 'medicine' will take and matter-of-factly announce their prediction to all of us! As the expected time approaches more and more interest is paid to my nappy and the state of my tummy.
When I go to the supermarket (alone or with company) I favour laxative suppositories. The first call is to the accessible toilet (not to use it) to have privacy while I slip the suppositories into my bottom. Once they are in one thing is sure - yes, a bowel movement! It is surreal - pushing a trolley around the supermarket and feeling induced bowel spasms increase in strength. Every moment spent putting of going back to the toilet is a moment closer to a messy nappy. You simply cannot do the jig of desperation or hold your crotch in a public place - inevitably the cramping spasms have their way. The rush of poo forming a bulge in the seat of your nappy combined with the calm release of bladder pressure as the warm glow of pee spreads between my legs is pure estasty.
Sometimes we gather at one of the gang's places for a meal - at this time of year a picnic in the garden. That's when I favour a stonking dose of caster oil. I'm lucky in that I can easily swallow the purgative! Knowing that I will be in a nappy for a long time (for me caster oil takes four or five hours to work through me before it kicks in) and that it will have to soak up a lot of liquid several pairs of terry knickers inside pvc bloomers are called for. Often I wear a silk blouse and denim shortalls. The shortalls reach mid thigh and the bloomers 'peek' out from the leg holes. The shortalls hold the nappy securely and tightly around my bottom. The caster oil has a similar action like the suppositories but because it is working from the top down it is orders of magnitude more powerful. My friends 'tease' me as they predict what time I am going to mess my nappy (They even run a sweepstake which results in them encouraging me to mess myself as their predicted time comes and goes. Of course when the spasms begin and I am trying not to use my nappy they remark - 'Noela's looking preoccupied' - 'Are you alright, Noela? You've gone very red!'. Unconsciously I often swivel my pelvis inside my nappy and finger fiddle with my nipples. That makes me aroused which helps me cope with the cramps. Swivelling my pelvis causes my penis to rub on the inside of my nappy. The bowel spasms massage my prostate causing seminal fluid to flow dampening my nappy. The girls I know who wear nappies tell me that grinding their vulva into their nappy can easily cause them to orgasm. Quite often I have a limp penis ejaculation before messing and wetting my nappy.
When the caster oil has it's way it's multiple bowel movements for several hours. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes liquid and sometimes just spasms with nothing coming out. You have a choice - just let them happen or fight them - the caster oil always wins!
What I'm trying to say to you is that there is untold pleasure in using a nappy. Make the most of it - it may be naughty! - it may be taboo! - for me it is one important life pleasure!!
With love xx
nn