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I day dream of the place of my birth. Under the bight light and whirring machines, of the diaper factory I was concieved and born. Everything was so clean and white. I was amongst all my brothers and sisters there. We laughed and giggled. How earnest and young we were. Through all the subsequent years of suffering and pain I often try to picture my mother and father. But the image seems just out of reach. I don’t know what to feel, but I feel I miss them.
- Published:September 21st, 2008
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Diapered some chick who was on an exercise machine, one of those cross country trainer affairs. As she ran, I could feel the insides of her thighs chaffing againgst me. I can’t say it was too unpleasent. The sweat from her body started to run down and be absorbed. Some poeple must of come into the room at that point. I felt ashamed. I knew they were talking of me, as they mentioned “diaper” and then they all laughed. I wanted to die. I was so relieved when they finally left. But then she pissed. God my life stinks.
I made a friend today. We were both on a shoot for www.daipersexvideos.com. When they opened me to fit me to the model, I briefly saw him lying there on the sofa next to her knee. After the horrible work, I was cast off and we lay together. I noticed that his diaper body has been badly torn. I had some rips myself. But all this was forgotten in our disbelief at having some company. We chatted for a while. Time stood still. I think we even laughed. But then a shadow moved across him, and in an instant he was bundled up, thrown in the trash and gone. No time for goodbyes. As they picked me up to use me again, I could see nothing through the blur of tears.
I know that God hates me. Yesterday I woke up in a twink party. That’s right, lots of gays. They all played a disgusting game, involving all of them jerking off into me (just the smell makes me wanna hurl) and then they formed a circle and passed me around from clenched butt cheek to clenched butt cheek. Who-so-ever dropped me, had to eat the contents. Really great for the ego, staring some sweaty fag in the eye whilst being eaten off, and him being fucked at the same time. Sweet Jesup…and there are people who think diaper sex (that’s NORMAL diaper sex) is weird! Between hot tears, I prayed for deliverence. Non came. God hates me.
I woke up lying next to another diaper. Apparently we were on the set of a porno shoot for www.diapersexvideos.com. Sick fucks! He’s excited about shooting his scene. Because I don’t want to piss on his parade, I say nothing, but try and hide the sadness behind my eyes. And then he’s gone. I must of slept, because I was awakened to the sound of crying. Beside me. He was muttering about how degraded he felt, how dirty and how he just wanted to die. Then we were both silent for the longest time. When it was my turn, I could only shrug with a weak smile as I caught the look of utter sadness in his eyes. I never saw him again.
Diapersexvideos, Diapersexvideos, Diapersexvideos. The bastards. Each one leaving some poor diaper covered in those disgusting human bodily fluids, painfully torn and broken in body and spirit. Used up and thrown over the wall. And some of them were me.Though I pray for it, death never comes.
I can feel the fingers moving on the outside of me. Aittle bit of light coming in here. Hmmmm…I think this pussy is shaven. As you know, I can’t stand hair. The hand’s now inside the diaper. Nice nails too. They move stoking the top of her pussy. It’s starting to smell in here, but the moving hand is helping with the ventilation. I can just peek out and I can see a room, a girls bedroom. All pink and stuff. The door opens and I feel the girl tense up. There is some shouting. The last thing I see and hear before being bundled away do not bode well for diapers in this house.
Because my conscious moments are so fleeting, I’m sometimes confused as to whether I’m really awake or dreaming. In lucid moments I can feel the hands that lift my diapered body, can feel the hot pee and poop and smell the old sperm on my damp padding. And though I must sleep through the darkness which is the consuming part of my existence, the times when I get to see and bathe in the light are so few and so short, that I wonder if they really happened at all. My life as a diaper fills me with sadness. The only consolation is that my dreams are sadder.
I really hate it when they dump on me. Ok, like I know I’m a diaper and all that, but pleease, not the poop! I get so depressed thinking about self esteem and my station in life. And the smell stays with me for days. Last night all this weird juice stuff was coming outta this girl who was really going at it with her vibrator. That is, coming out of her revolting stinky cunt. Whatever it was, the vibrator and I concluded that this was bad. We had barely started conversing then, a burst of blinding light as she pulled him out and away. His warning was lost as she pulls me tight. The fart was a prelude. Then came the dump. God I hate my life.
Got used in a sex video for Diapersexvidoes.com. The assistant opened me up and I just lay there for the longest time, looking at the lights, and camera and shit. Things went kinda hazy. If I could only break free. My head started to swim. I sometimes think of those fairy tales where the princess kisses the frog and eh voila! Ahhh…to taste freedom. I awake from my daydream to hot piss and sperm raining down on me. The lights and sounds are blurred and muffled as that stuff gets into my eyes and ears. I yern for death. But like the Flying Dutchmen of diapers, my fate is to eternally circle the globe, with glimpses of light and freedom that are then dashed by shit and piss.
