The strangest smell. Now, I’ve smelt just about every body smell known to man, but today’s is something, so slightly different, that I can’t quite put my finger on it. When I’m being put on the model, I’m usually too busy trying to grab a look at the outside world to notice things closer to home (not that I want to be looking at those things anyway). So in the darkness my sensors go into overdrive mode and I become acutely aware of the smallest sensory details. So, first off, this smell. And then something is tickling me, on the inside of the diaper, whilst the model sees to herself outside the diaper. As I’m pulled down, I look up and see the string of a tampon.
Somewhere far away the music of Xmas is playing. The familiar tune draws me in to those feelings of joy and laughter, presents and good cheer. My list for Santa is always the same, and though nothing ever comes of it, I like to imagine that my journeying through the multiverse means that we are never able to meet. I also understand that at Xmas the suicide rate sky-rockets. I understand that only too well.
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One of the great skills I’ve developed as an adult diaper doing porn is the ability to match body type to vagina. By that I mean, the shape, fattiness, size of lips and amount and colour of pubic hair on said item. Tiss a skill I hope I shall one day be able to pass on.
My diapered wings lift me up into clear blue skies. The suns heat warms my soul and the cool breexe kisses my clean white body. I am the diaper Icarus, souring above the Cretian Seas. Higher and higher. And even though I know the Greek tale, I am powerless to stop it’s telling, with myself as the central character.The sun’s heat starts to melt my diaper fabric. And then I am falling towards the sparling ocean, wjhilst looking up I see a fluffy trail of diaper fluff.
Who are these silent and faceless people who watch from on the Internet. I am just an abused and sad diaper. Some say that having so many fantasizing and masturbating over me should make me feel loved and wanted. I am desired. A diaper of worth. A shining beacon in the dark world of Adult Babies. But I’m still sad. I’m only wanted for my body….not my mind. Men are so shallow.
- Published:August 31st, 2008
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Damn. I knew what was coming when the chick took off her panties in order to get me, her diaper, on. Caught a glimse out the very corner of my eye. Lesser diaper eyes would have just seen a pair of panties being thrown to the floor. I know the truth is out there. I can see the big picture. And quite frankly it depresses me. I try and compose myself. But the fleeting sight of that brown skid mark has me all undone. Dear Lord, what have I done? How have I offended you? That you should let me fall so far? I want to believe.
Dreamt I was a cloud. Fluffy and sparkling white. Like in an ad for something clean and fresh. Like a new diaper. Something beautiful. I could feel the breeze. I passed other clouds. We were all smiling. Looking up the blue sky beckoned. But looking down, well, there was just nothingless nothing. I didn’t care. I could feel God beside me. My eyes brimmed with tears. I am loved.
Speaking to another diaper the other day, he said that he had a friend, who knew a diaper who went racing. WTF! Apparently those Formula 1 drivers need to wear a diaper as they can’t exactly stop for a leak during the race. His mate said that he got that Hamilton guy. (Yeah, I’m calling bullshit on the whole story as well). No word on whether it was a pee or poop. He said he fancied being worn by that Thomas Criuse, in TopGun, but joked he’d still be too small even as a baby size. And I’m stuck doing diaper porn. Life sucks!
Within the multiverse of diaper lives, why is it that mine can only focus on those used by couples having sex in them. I sleep through time, only to be awakened when undone and then subjected to the friction and the grunting, before being tossed aside, broken and heavy with the saturation of all bodily fluids, where I lie with my compatriots, the condom and the tampon. I die and like ether, I am then trasported to wait for my next encounter….
