The Lord Our Diaper

by Diaper Sex Lover

Lay down my wretched, aching and broken body. My mother weeps over me. I see her concerned and sad face, grey through her silent tears. A warm breeze. They wrap me in fresh diapers. And then silence and darkness inside this damp cave. The next day, to everyone’s suprise, I awake and walk about. Soon my father will call me to his side.


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