I dream of space travel. Flying through the cosmos at the speed of light, as I look back towards the shrinking Earth. And then, putting all my earthly terrors behind me, I speed onto the next solar system. Blah, blah, blah, you sneer. But i know that every time the Space Shuttle takes off, my brother diapers are there.
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The sensation of wetness and force awakens me. I can see nothing, but can hear the muffled sounds of a fake chick, fake build up to a fake orgasm. She’s rubbing herself through me. Pressing and pushing me almost inside her cunt. It’s pretty disturbing. Linsey Lohan, Tom Cruise, Michael Douglas and this chick….I hate bad acting.
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Opened up, I see a very petty face smiling down at me. Sparkling eyes of the bluest blue. Silky bottle blond hair. A lovely fuck-me mouth. Well I guess life could be worse. But then I’m lifted up and away from her and suddenly a hard cock comes into view. Fucksocks. She’s going to jerk him off using ME! Before the thought has properly formed, my diapered body is wrapped around this dick, whilst she frantically strokes him off. Grunting, sweating, swelling and finally hot wetness along with that particularly revolting floury smell. And then the darkness. Welcome to my Hell.
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Hmmm… an uneasy feeling that something is not right.By the dim light that now comes through the sides I can make out, well, I’m not exactly sure what it is. Wrinkled and withered, covered in moles and discoloured skin, along with grey wiry pubic hair, and with the smell of a thousand year old training shoes couples with the breathe of death itself.Then, when opened, the first thing I see is an old, old cunt, followed by an old,old face. Can’t really tell the difference. Looking beyond this into the room, I can make out lots of old people. OMFG. Somehow I’ve travelled down the wrong wormhole and ended up here, to be used by oldies. Let’s hope no-one dies whilst I’m on the job.
Almost got used yesterday. But a brave and selfless pair of plastic pants stepped in and made the right impression. I returned to darkness.
When first awakened from my heavy slumber, my only sense is that of the muffled voices nearby. It is during this time that I get to know the names of the soon to be wearer. My companions through this dark journey. My giver of light. My deliverer of piss and shit. So…Sharon, Helen, Sarah, Rebbecca and all the rest of you, thankyou for giving me life, and Fuck You for all the other stuff you give.
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Immortality. I often wonder as to the nature of it, with particular regard to myself and more so, my predicament. I’m pretty sure that all the people I so briefly glimse in my moments of conciousnes will all die. I mean that the nature of people. But not I. Do I have many lives or just this continuos one? It’s true, I have no clear memory of those before, and yet each new situation seems somehow familiar. It’s deeper than deja vu. At least, unlike Connor MacLeod in Highlander, I shall be spared the pain of watching those I love grow old and perish. Still, on a positive note, though my life is absolute shit, at laest I’m not Scottish!
Feeling very down today. In the darkness I heard a song playing. Something sad and maudlin. I think of my life, trapped in the body of a diaper, and of all the things I’ve seen and experienced. All the suffering and shame. I become aware that the music has stopped some time ago. But I must go on. And so I wait.
The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in white diapers, he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my pads: he leadeth me in the paths of diaperness for his name’s sake,
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of porn, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy dildo and butt plug they comfort me.
Thou preparest a video before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointed my head with piss; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
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Was diapering a model yesterday who was then using a vibrator through my open body. As there was only the smallest opening, I couldn’t really see anything of the world outside. So I retreated into my own. I found myself watching a pubic hair that had become stuck to the stickness of the toy. Up and down, in and out it went, unable to do anything. It made me think of the futility of it all. People join www.diapersexvideos.com to look at diapers, and yet why I am I treated with such distain. Just used and thrown away. I give happiness and pleasure. But know one cares about my happiness. Why can’t they share the love? At that point she squirted some disgusting cunt juice all over me. The hair was gone. And I knew that in a few moments I would be too.
