Once apon a time, a lovely little girl was running barefoot and in a diaper, around the garden, just after the rain. Everything smelt so fresh and clean. The dappled sunlight coming through the breeze-stirred trees formed constantly moving shapes on the wet grass that brushed her little legs as she ran. And ponds of rain water reflected bright sunlight up into her pretty smiling face. But the laughter stopped abrubtly when she tripped and feel face first into a large pool. I felt the cold water filling me, making me heavy and pulling her down. After some frantic movement, all was very still and quiet. I glanced up and saw her with both her mouth and eyes open, as the sunlight played on her hair from above. Soon the air was filled with the sound of screaming and wailing. Am I really to blame for this?
If only our David was playing.
On the instruction of “Pee”, I feel the model tighten her stomach. Nothing happens. We all wait an age. No-one speaks. The call goes up for the bottle. A minute later hot fake pee is poured into me. There is never an escape.
The Devil puts his strong arm around my shoulder and, motioning with the other, tells me that all this stretched out before me can be mine. I just have to say the word. But my eyes are not what they used to be. I cannot see clearly. Anyway, to please him, I say “Yes”. He smiles and claps me on the back. But when I climb down from the mountain, I see that he offered me a life of shit and degration. Andthere atarted my problems with God.
To feel, I must surely have a heart? And yet….when I lay my hand on my body, I feel the warm softness of the diaper, but no beating organs. Oh dear.
The king looked concerned. Is it true what the people were whispering and now his braver his advisers were saying, that since his reign the country was going to the dogs. It was true that he was now very old. But not senile. heavily he lifted himself up from the bed, and swung his spindly legs over the side. I feel his weight on me. I don’t belong in this picture. there has been a glitch in the multiverse. Just then, the King shits.
A beach. A pretty model. The smell of sunscreen. Beads of sweat trickling down between a pair of firm breast. What the fuck has this got to do with me?
Mmmm…I can tell someone is eating Chinese food. The distant smell of wok and soy sauce. I try and remember. On opening my diaper, I spy a tiny peice of noodle that must of escaped during that last anal scene. A dark cloud of depression comes over me.
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.
