The strangest smell. Now, I’ve smelt just about every body smell known to man, but today’s is something, so slightly different, that I can’t quite put my finger on it. When I’m being put on the model, I’m usually too busy trying to grab a look at the outside world to notice things closer to home (not that I want to be looking at those things anyway). So in the darkness my sensors go into overdrive mode and I become acutely aware of the smallest sensory details. So, first off, this smell. And then something is tickling me, on the inside of the diaper, whilst the model sees to herself outside the diaper. As I’m pulled down, I look up and see the string of a tampon.
Somewhere far away the music of Xmas is playing. The familiar tune draws me in to those feelings of joy and laughter, presents and good cheer. My list for Santa is always the same, and though nothing ever comes of it, I like to imagine that my journeying through the multiverse means that we are never able to meet. I also understand that at Xmas the suicide rate sky-rockets. I understand that only too well.
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One of the great skills I’ve developed as an adult diaper doing porn is the ability to match body type to vagina. By that I mean, the shape, fattiness, size of lips and amount and colour of pubic hair on said item. Tiss a skill I hope I shall one day be able to pass on.
A baby is crying somewhere. When they open me up for work, I can see the little mite lying on his back in the tiniest diaper. I guess his mum must be my wearer. Though I try to strike up conversation with his Pamper, I soon discover that we speak a totally different diaper tongue. Just then, they do me up. It is dark and I am alone.
My diapered wings lift me up into clear blue skies. The suns heat warms my soul and the cool breexe kisses my clean white body. I am the diaper Icarus, souring above the Cretian Seas. Higher and higher. And even though I know the Greek tale, I am powerless to stop it’s telling, with myself as the central character.The sun’s heat starts to melt my diaper fabric. And then I am falling towards the sparling ocean, wjhilst looking up I see a fluffy trail of diaper fluff.
Who are these “Adult Babies”? How can they be both at the same time? Why can’t I awake on real babies? Why is there no laughter?
Took a sneak peek out today during work and immediately noticed that the dude working (stunt cock) was wearing Raybans. Jeez! We must both feel we’re in some sort of 80’s Wham time warp. And just like poor George has to deal with a pain in the ass (most notably in public toilets), I too, have to deal with this one!
Woke up to the pleasant smell of coffee. Light was hurting my eyes. And then the sensation of heat. I become aware that my diaper body is being used to mop up spilt coffee. How low can I go?
I should be a fucking chef…or even a detective. Because olives, sweetcorn, tomato seeds and all with the flavour of bacon, tells me that someone not a million miles away, had pizza for dinner.
From my (very) limited view of the world, I can now ID a porn models pussy, more or less instantly, from the moment she opens her legs to put me on. And they all bare the mark of porn. The Tramp Stamp.
