A girks voice says “I am Trudie”. She goes on to talk ofher oyfriend, other porn jobs and, of course, the all important “money”. On being told the fee, she hurtfully says tha she’ll not demean herself to wear a diaper for so little cash. But I have seen her soul. She has bills to pay for her loser boyfriend, a monthly car payment to make on that stupidly expensive car she bought toshow off to her needy friends, and a cocaine habit tofeed. Oh….and she is a complete idiot! In the end, I ave to smile as the photographer ends up fucking her in a diaper, and in the ass to boot. Drinks are on te house!
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When I am opened, and can look down and see over my pristine white body, I imagine myself as a cloud, all fluffy and light. That a gentle breeze might blow me away to a better life and more certain future. Even if it meant death. Come wind. Come tempest. Release me.
I’m placed on the model and can look up and see a limp cock thrust into her face so that the scene can begin. I think the male talent is expecting some kind of help here, but the chick says that she’s paid for the scene and will do nothing else. The limp cock gets even limper on this news. I hear the photographer suggesting that maybe she can be alittle more accomodating. But of course, she gets paid either way……and even gets paid the same if the guy van’t perform. I must admit, I like her attitude. The day ends with me being returned to the storage room un-used. And happy.
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.
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I day dream of the place of my birth. Under the bight light and whirring machines, of the diaper factory I was concieved and born. Everything was so clean and white. I was amongst all my brothers and sisters there. We laughed and giggled. How earnest and young we were. Through all the subsequent years of suffering and pain I often try to picture my mother and father. But the image seems just out of reach. I don’t know what to feel, but I feel I miss them.
- Published:September 21st, 2008
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Diapered some chick who was on an exercise machine, one of those cross country trainer affairs. As she ran, I could feel the insides of her thighs chaffing againgst me. I can’t say it was too unpleasent. The sweat from her body started to run down and be absorbed. Some poeple must of come into the room at that point. I felt ashamed. I knew they were talking of me, as they mentioned “diaper” and then they all laughed. I wanted to die. I was so relieved when they finally left. But then she pissed. God my life stinks.
I made a friend today. We were both on a shoot for www.daipersexvideos.com. When they opened me to fit me to the model, I briefly saw him lying there on the sofa next to her knee. After the horrible work, I was cast off and we lay together. I noticed that his diaper body has been badly torn. I had some rips myself. But all this was forgotten in our disbelief at having some company. We chatted for a while. Time stood still. I think we even laughed. But then a shadow moved across him, and in an instant he was bundled up, thrown in the trash and gone. No time for goodbyes. As they picked me up to use me again, I could see nothing through the blur of tears.
- 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.
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