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.
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In the studio there is a wall clock.It just tells the time. There is no date shown. As I am unfolded to be placed on the model, I always find myself glancing up. And though I always tell myself that this will all be over before an hour has past, and even when I try to count off the passing seconds, time seems to deliberately slow down for me. This is how the time passes in hell when the torture begins.
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.
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I hear the photographer shout “Go”. My nerves are on edge. I can feel that the model is undoing my diaper sides and soon enough, the studio lamps are shining on me making me squint. Infront is the photographer with a video camera and at his side, his assistant. Looking up I am greeted by the sight of a pretty shaven cunt. Before I can collect either thoughts or breathe, a hot stream of piss rains down.
The captain shouts “Mayday, Mayday” as the aeroplane starts losing altitude. The engines are on fire. The passengers scream as their ears pop. All the overhead luggage spills out.
I am a diaper cloud, wafting above the glissening blue sea, with the sun warming my face. I spy something coming towards me. Suddenly the wing of the flaming plane catches the side of me and I am pulled from my lofty perch and dragged down. Through the windows I can see both panic and prayers. The engine fire catches my diaper body and I too am burning. Turning away to face the fast approaching sea, in the depths I can see God smiling.
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A swollen red cock is thrusting into my face. Soon the end will come. Then hot semen erupts into my eyes. Darkness and mumbled talking. Someone laughs. Briefly I see light as I am removed…but then all is dark. The hot liquid has turned cold and sticky. Thankfully I slip into a deep sleep.
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.
Once I fell down the back of the storage cupboard. Lying on my side in the dark. Then I heard the faintest noise…a sort of scabbling and scaping. When the lights came on in the morning, I saw that another diaper had fallen down here some time ago. Rats had made a nest out of his body, which was scattered everywhere. Part of me must of been sticking out, as the assistant pulled me out and saved me.
God lets men of clothe fuck little boys. For there is hate in his heart. And in mine too.
