I can feel the fingers moving on the outside of me. Aittle bit of light coming in here. Hmmmm…I think this pussy is shaven. As you know, I can’t stand hair. The hand’s now inside the diaper. Nice nails too. They move stoking the top of her pussy. It’s starting to smell in here, but the moving hand is helping with the ventilation. I can just peek out and I can see a room, a girls bedroom. All pink and stuff. The door opens and I feel the girl tense up. There is some shouting. The last thing I see and hear before being bundled away do not bode well for diapers in this house.
Because my conscious moments are so fleeting, I’m sometimes confused as to whether I’m really awake or dreaming. In lucid moments I can feel the hands that lift my diapered body, can feel the hot pee and poop and smell the old sperm on my damp padding. And though I must sleep through the darkness which is the consuming part of my existence, the times when I get to see and bathe in the light are so few and so short, that I wonder if they really happened at all. My life as a diaper fills me with sadness. The only consolation is that my dreams are sadder.
Got used in a sex video for Diapersexvidoes.com. The assistant opened me up and I just lay there for the longest time, looking at the lights, and camera and shit. Things went kinda hazy. If I could only break free. My head started to swim. I sometimes think of those fairy tales where the princess kisses the frog and eh voila! Ahhh…to taste freedom. I awake from my daydream to hot piss and sperm raining down on me. The lights and sounds are blurred and muffled as that stuff gets into my eyes and ears. I yern for death. But like the Flying Dutchmen of diapers, my fate is to eternally circle the globe, with glimpses of light and freedom that are then dashed by shit and piss.
