I dream of space travel. Flying through the cosmos at the speed of light, as I look back towards the shrinking Earth. And then, putting all my earthly terrors behind me, I speed onto the next solar system. Blah, blah, blah, you sneer. But i know that every time the Space Shuttle takes off, my brother diapers are there.
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The sensation of wetness and force awakens me. I can see nothing, but can hear the muffled sounds of a fake chick, fake build up to a fake orgasm. She’s rubbing herself through me. Pressing and pushing me almost inside her cunt. It’s pretty disturbing. Linsey Lohan, Tom Cruise, Michael Douglas and this chick….I hate bad acting.
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Opened up, I see a very petty face smiling down at me. Sparkling eyes of the bluest blue. Silky bottle blond hair. A lovely fuck-me mouth. Well I guess life could be worse. But then I’m lifted up and away from her and suddenly a hard cock comes into view. Fucksocks. She’s going to jerk him off using ME! Before the thought has properly formed, my diapered body is wrapped around this dick, whilst she frantically strokes him off. Grunting, sweating, swelling and finally hot wetness along with that particularly revolting floury smell. And then the darkness. Welcome to my Hell.
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Hmmm… an uneasy feeling that something is not right.By the dim light that now comes through the sides I can make out, well, I’m not exactly sure what it is. Wrinkled and withered, covered in moles and discoloured skin, along with grey wiry pubic hair, and with the smell of a thousand year old training shoes couples with the breathe of death itself.Then, when opened, the first thing I see is an old, old cunt, followed by an old,old face. Can’t really tell the difference. Looking beyond this into the room, I can make out lots of old people. OMFG. Somehow I’ve travelled down the wrong wormhole and ended up here, to be used by oldies. Let’s hope no-one dies whilst I’m on the job.
Almost got used yesterday. But a brave and selfless pair of plastic pants stepped in and made the right impression. I returned to darkness.
When first awakened from my heavy slumber, my only sense is that of the muffled voices nearby. It is during this time that I get to know the names of the soon to be wearer. My companions through this dark journey. My giver of light. My deliverer of piss and shit. So…Sharon, Helen, Sarah, Rebbecca and all the rest of you, thankyou for giving me life, and Fuck You for all the other stuff you give.
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Immortality. I often wonder as to the nature of it, with particular regard to myself and more so, my predicament. I’m pretty sure that all the people I so briefly glimse in my moments of conciousnes will all die. I mean that the nature of people. But not I. Do I have many lives or just this continuos one? It’s true, I have no clear memory of those before, and yet each new situation seems somehow familiar. It’s deeper than deja vu. At least, unlike Connor MacLeod in Highlander, I shall be spared the pain of watching those I love grow old and perish. Still, on a positive note, though my life is absolute shit, at laest I’m not Scottish!
Feeling very down today. In the darkness I heard a song playing. Something sad and maudlin. I think of my life, trapped in the body of a diaper, and of all the things I’ve seen and experienced. All the suffering and shame. I become aware that the music has stopped some time ago. But I must go on. And so I wait.
Each time I’m unfolded (and so bought back to life) I wonder of my journey. Somehow I can pass through time to experience all these sordid and disgusting acts, and each time embodied as a diaper. How did I get to this? I only have a very vague memory of the past, maybe not even that, just a feeling, a slight sensation, that something came before. I am aware that others came before me, and somehow were left behind. I am filled with a heavy sadness.
At first the light in my eyes was so strong I could see nothing. Now thing start to focus. I can see the ceiling, framed between two legs. The girl is sitting on me and I am open at the front of her. There is movement. Her arm moves up and down, and then I see a huge cock which she’s stroking. I feel queesy. Suddenly hot sperm rains down on her belly, pussy and me. At almost the same moment the model releases a stream of steaming piss. After an eternity of shame, darkness falls as she proceeds to do me up. The smell coupled with the heat of the diaper and darkness send me over the edge. I start to scream. Only I can hear. God has turned away from me in my filth. I hate myself almost as much as he does.
