Working for www.diapersexvideo.com is not the walk in the park you might imagine. Often-times the models aren’t too bright and try to put me on backwards. Then they can’t follow simple instructions, only given 10 seconds ago, as to how to do up the diaper.
How the guy holding the camera copes God only knows, cause I know I feel pretty depressed. When it’s all over, and I’m lying in the trash looking up at the ceiling, I long to tell someone, anyone. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in the rain. And then the assistant closes the trash bag and darkness falls and all is gone. Time to die.
Once in a dream, or I think I was dreaming, I asked God: Why a diaper? And why me? He said that basically there were a limited number of choices. Tampon, dental floss, butt plug, nasal hair remover, anal lube or diaper-only-used-in-sex. Of course he wasn’t exactly too forthcoming about the fine print, you know, the nitty-gritty. Sometime later after I gone down the diaper route, I tried to strike a conversation with a butt plug, only to find we didn’t speak the same language. Like the Tower of Babel, I guess God was afraid of what we might do if we ever reached him. Fucker.
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.
Awoke to breifly catch a glimse of a computer screen showing sexy babes in diapers. The hairy hands tell me it’s I’m being folded round a guy. I’m feeling pretty snug here. But I’m not the only one here! Man, this thing starts pushing up and out…Dear lord, his fucking dick. It’s dark and hot, hair everywhere and now this. Get the fuck outta this diaper! Finaly some light and fresh air. Oh no. It’s the hairy hand come to play. Pulls back the foreskin and the smell could knock out a battalion at 1000 meters. I know this’ll end badly for me. I’m struggling to hold back those hot tears of shame.
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.
When my diapered eyes where opened I just knew this would be bad. The dude is into Adult Baby and has just broken news of his to his chick. He spreads me out and I look into his eyes. He’s nervous as fuck. She looks at me with that familiar distain. He lays her on me. I see she has a hairy butthole. And genital warts. Darkness falls as they do e up. It’s unbearable hot and it stinks in here. I start to pray…
