I spent yesterday eating high fiber foods and supplementing that with a few doses of Metamucil. I then got up this morning, put on my white wide-crotch panties (that I bought especially for this purpose) and a pair of plastic pants, sat down here at the PC, and have been filling them with load after load for the last hour. Right now they're full and I still feel like there's more to come! So this is a perfect time to answer this question. :-)
When I do this I love to sit in it and mush it around as long as possible. With other people in the house (like right now) I can usually go for a couple of hours. By 8:00 AM I go to the bathroom, get my rocks off while enjoying what I did (not going to get into details as others here would probably think it's disgusting, so just use your imagination), then clean up. After I clean me up, I then get out a bottle of Tilex and clean the shower--that completely cleans up what I've done and it covers up the smell.
While sitting here, I often stand up, reach back into my plastic pants and feel the bulge, sit back down and feel it spreading everywhere. I tell myself "Shame on you, you pooped your panties!" and imagine what it would be like for various people (all women) that I know to catch me doing this and humiliate me for it.
I've been experimenting with this since I was a kid. After seeing another kid mess his pants in third grade I came home, hid in the basement and tried it. My parents found my messy pants and I got into all sorts of trouble for this. Then I made the mistake of telling another kid in the neighborhood about it and he blabbed it to everyone, so for weeks the other kids humiliated me for it (which was horrible at the time, but now, in retrospect, my God, what a turn on it is to remember that).
I tried pooping my diapers a few times between the ages of 21-35. Enjoyed doing it but felt awful about it and hated the clean up, then swore I'd never do it again.
Then around 35, during a very stressful period in life, I was wearing my diapers and they were soaked, I was all by myself and had to poop and decided, "Why not?" So I loaded my diapers and this time, it was different. I really enjoyed it, still, I decided I wasn't going to do it anymore. Then a few weeks later, out of nowhere, I had this incredible desire to do it again.
Well, over the next 20 years, I did it more and more and realized that I love it. I only do this once every 2-3 weeks, when I can get away with it, to get it out of my system (no pun intended). If possible, I like to go to bed wearing thick cloth diapers, wet them all night, then load them the next morning. But with others in the house it's just too difficult to try to secretly wash poopy diapers--so I just do it in my "poo panties" instead. Clean-up is much easier that way.
It's the perfect way to escape for a few hours from the rigors of life and regress back to being a naughty little kid. No more self-loathing or regrets. It's part of who I am and I love it. And in about half an hour I'm going to go sit in the shower stall and love it again!