Dreamt that I was a diaper made of….metal! And the inside was lined with sharp spikes. The belt was made of rusty razor blades. The model quaked in fear. I prayed for tightness. And through the screams, the flow of warm blood washing away my sins.
I dreamt that God bought me a shiny new bicycle. He was proudly showing it to me. For some reason my eyes just couldn’t focus and the bike appeared unsharp. Like a camera whose auto-focus is fucked. It was red with 15 gears and a real leather seat. But then I realized that I was trying to see through my tears. For my Lord is both Good and Generous.
A naked woman is running. Her breast wobble and bounce. She’s covered in sweat.Round she goes. The race track stretches out infront of her like those long straight roads we see in American road trips movies. Another naked woman is waiting ahead. looking down I see that the runners feet are slowing. then I am thrust forwards to the waiting woman. I am the baton, the diaper baton. And now we are leaving the panting woman, bent over, hands on her knees. Another waits ahead of this one. My never ending life cycle.
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Once I diapered a small child, alittle girl. And then later, I diapered her as a grown woman, now working as a diaper slut. And for a brief moment I felt comfort in the knowledge that I’m not the only being who fell.
Was telling myself to be positive and strong this morning. The photo assistant left me out so I was able to have a good look around. So there I was, a diaper, spread eagled on the make up table, with this kinda hot chick doing her face beside me. The sun streamed through the open window and dappled me with warmth. I could see the trees swaying in the breeze, with blue skies and tiny fluffy clouds. I closed my eyes. I shall make the effort to carry on living. I shall be positive and strong. Her delicate hands lift me up to her oh so pretty face. I look dreamily into her eyes. She blows her nose on me. I am dead.

