I've been thinking about things I used to do/ways I used to act and realizing that they may have something to do with my kinks. Either they were subconscious attempts to hide my kinks, or I stopped doing them because of embracing my kinks.

Specifically, I always avoided girly colors like pink or babyish colors like baby blue, and now my biggest kinks are sissification and infantilism.

I avoided dancing or singing in public cause it was embarrassing, and now I'm all in on humiliation.

Any of you have things like that?

so I hit a block on the piece I've been writing a story for and just stopped writing for months. and i didn't like not uploading so i went ahead and moved on to another piece. I'll get back to the other one eventually.

so I uploaded the final piece of Like Giving Candy to a Baby, and went back and added story pieces to all of the previous ones.

you can start at the first part of the story here

Sorry for the lack of uploads, I do have commissions waiting for me to write them stories, just haven't gotten around to them.

But I'm posting to regale you with a story from my life that is relevant to my interests.

Namely that I rediscovered that, while publically pooping your pants is great in porn, it is less than ideal in reality. Less humiliation and more inconvenience.

You see, I was waiting for my brother to be ready to leave a convention, and I got the urge to fart. But as I tried to let it out, something felt off, so I tried to hold back more, let out the gas and keep the solid. Except there was no gas, and there was no solid, my friends. For when I was done, I had a decidedly more slippery butt.

So I walked carefully to the nearest bathroom, which was very close by, and hopped in a stall. I sat a bit, shat a bit, shoved my underwear into the plastic bag the con gave the schedule in and then into my personal bag, and proceeded to go commando.

Fortunately, I was able to keep the mess mosty to my underwear, only leaving a small yellowish spot beneath my rear and did not completely ruin the white shorts I was wearing.

Now don't get me wrong, pooping myself in public may be enjoyable under the right circumstances. The right person to lightly tease me, darker shorts so I can still wear the soiled garment without worry of everyone knowing for sure, a diaper to keep it safely contained, maybe a car to get out of there quickly. But as it stood and with a metro ride home, I give the situation 0/10 boners, more data needed to draw final conclusions on the kink.

Have you ever had an experience that you would love in porn but just didn't live up to the hype?

So I've always found the diaper kink to be one of the weirdest and easiest to be reminded of in public.

like a foot fetish, its already kinda weird if you're seeing someone's feet in public.

But for the diaper fetish, you;'re going to pass the baby aisle in a store, or see a baby in a diaper and your mind may wander. or maybe you have to use the bathroom and think "this'd be easier if I could just go". or when you go you'll see the changing table in the bathroom.

or like me today, you'll be having a physical, laying on the table with your pants down as the doctor feels around and your degenerate mind won't be able from thinking of it as a changing table :p

have you ever been reminded of your kink in your daily life while you aren't trying to think of it? let me know in the comments.

and heck, why don;t you just ask me anything if you want.