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I can feel the 2 arse cheeks againgst my diaper body. And I can smell the cunt. But all is very quiet and still. I’m not sure what’s happening but at moments like these, it always pays to be on your guard. So…to recap, a diaper on a very quiet chick who is, I think, kneeling. I can hear the shutter of a stills camera. And now silence. In the hot darkness my nervousness begins to turn to fear. The model starts to make some strange gutteral noises, but it’s difficult to hear anything inside the diaper. I close my eyes tightly. Her butt cheeks move ever so slightly. I feel a hot fresh shit againgst me. I start to gag. Tears come. Dear Lord, have pity on me.
Feeling very down today. In the darkness I heard a song playing. Something sad and maudlin. I think of my life, trapped in the body of a diaper, and of all the things I’ve seen and experienced. All the suffering and shame. I become aware that the music has stopped some time ago. But I must go on. And so I wait.
The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in white diapers, he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my pads: he leadeth me in the paths of diaperness for his name’s sake,
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of porn, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy dildo and butt plug they comfort me.
Thou preparest a video before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointed my head with piss; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
