The captain shouts “Mayday, Mayday” as the aeroplane starts losing altitude. The engines are on fire. The passengers scream as their ears pop. All the overhead luggage spills out.
I am a diaper cloud, wafting above the glissening blue sea, with the sun warming my face. I spy something coming towards me. Suddenly the wing of the flaming plane catches the side of me and I am pulled from my lofty perch and dragged down. Through the windows I can see both panic and prayers. The engine fire catches my diaper body and I too am burning. Turning away to face the fast approaching sea, in the depths I can see God smiling.
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A swollen red cock is thrusting into my face. Soon the end will come. Then hot semen erupts into my eyes. Darkness and mumbled talking. Someone laughs. Briefly I see light as I am removed…but then all is dark. The hot liquid has turned cold and sticky. Thankfully I slip into a deep sleep.
The diapered model is jerking and sucking on the dick, but it still will not rise to the occassion. The male “non-talent” is red faced, and I can tell through experience that the more he tries, the worse it’ll become. I find myself sniggering. No work today!
Once apon a time there was a diaper who was lost in the forest. The pine needles hurt his feet and the thorned branches tore at his sides. He called and called but in vain, as the dark woods swallowed his voice. And then he saw light. Running, he came to where the trees met the fields. In the distance he could see people moving. And then it started to snow. Soon all was white and when the searchers reached him, they could not find him, as his white body was lost in the white snow. And so they left.
Once I fell down the back of the storage cupboard. Lying on my side in the dark. Then I heard the faintest noise…a sort of scabbling and scaping. When the lights came on in the morning, I saw that another diaper had fallen down here some time ago. Rats had made a nest out of his body, which was scattered everywhere. Part of me must of been sticking out, as the assistant pulled me out and saved me.
God lets men of clothe fuck little boys. For there is hate in his heart. And in mine too.
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Everything hurts. My eyes sting from the photo flashes and cunt juice. My diaper body is ripped on one side. A huge dildo presses againgst me. My nose is assaulted by the smell of said juice. This is my cross.
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As I lay on the studio table, I can spy the model doing her make-up. She really is quite the prettiest thing I have seen for a long time. She is telling the photographer about her dreams for her modelling career. This is just a stepping stone she says. Bigger, brighter and better things await in the shining future. She is so sure. The photographer exchanges a meaningful and yet sad look with his assistant. For porn will be the ruin of any career. I think this dawns on her during the shoot. Afterwards I can hear her crying softly in the changing room.
The model is waving to me. I am dreaming of work.
Oh no!
Wake up! Wake up!
