I lay back in my bed, the sheets still warm from my body heat, and parted my thick thighs slightly. My hand slid down over the heavy, swollen front of my plastic pants. Inside them, the thick diaper was already a mess. I pressed my palm against the mound of cloth and plastic and felt the familiar, glorious dampness. I had wet the bed heavily during the night, just like the pathetic little baby I am. The front was soaked through, and the back was still mostly dry… for now.
I smiled to myself in the dark. Instead of getting up like a normal adult, I relaxed completely and let go. A long, hot flood of piss poured out of me. It rushed into the already wet diaper in a continuous, hissing stream. The warmth spread fast, flooding around my cock and balls, soaking the padding until it swelled and grew heavy between my legs. I could feel the liquid starting to leak out around the leg bands, spreading a warm stain across the mattress under my ass.
“Mmm… good baby,” I whispered to myself as I kept pissing and pissing. My bladder emptied completely, and still more came. The heat wrapped around me like a blanket. When the stream finally slowed, I was floating in a warm, wet nest.
My hand was already covered in pee. I pulled my hard cock free from the waistband of the plastic pants and started stroking slowly, the wet sounds loud and dirty in the quiet room. The piss on my hand made everything slippery and hot. I thrust up into my fist, hips rocking, while the heavy, soaked diaper squished under me with every movement. It only took a couple of minutes before my balls tightened and I came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum all over my belly and chest. Some of it landed on the already filthy plastic pants.
I lay there panting, still floating in my wet diaper, when my belly gurgled loudly. Perfect timing. I pushed gently and felt a long, thick, soft log of shit begin to push out of my hole. It stretched me open as it slid free, warm and soft, into the wet nest of my diaper. I moaned out loud as the entire length of it coiled into the padding. Oooh… soft… warm… perfect.
Now I had a big poo-poo snake in my pants. I squeezed my butt cheeks and thighs together hard, mashing the soft load against my skin, extracting every bit of heat from it. I rolled my hips, grinding the mess into myself. The smell rose up strong and earthy and filthy. Any new fluid that leaked out the leg bands was now brownish instead of yellow. I was a complete mess and I loved it.
I stayed like that for another twenty minutes, half-dozing, half-playing. Every few minutes I would push out another little bit of shit or dribble more piss, keeping the diaper hot and heavy. My cock stayed semi-hard the whole time. Eventually I fell back asleep, dreaming of handsome men changing my filthy diaper while calling me a dirty little baby boy.
The alarm went off at noon. I groaned and stretched. My entire lower half was a disaster. I had lain around in my poo-poo all morning, rolling and tossing and smearing. The shit had been ground into every crease of my ass and balls. My thighs were coated. The diaper was sagging and heavy, the plastic pants stretched tight around the bulk.
I still had another boner. Of course I did. I squirted out one more long stream of piss into the mess, then shoved my hand down into the filthy diaper. My fingers came out brown and sticky. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean, tasting myself, while I stroked my cock with the other hand. I fingered my dirty butthole, pushing the soft shit around, until I shot another thick load all over my stomach.
Finally I forced myself to get up. I was so dirty. I peeled off the ruined plastic pants and the completely destroyed diaper. The smell filled the whole room. I didn’t clean up properly. I just wiped the worst of it with a dirty towel, pulled on a fresh diaper and plastic pants, then put on my work clothes over them. I wanted to stay wet and messy all day.
When I arrived home from work that evening, I was desperate. I had held it as long as I could, but my bladder was screaming. I barely made it through the front door before I had to go. There was no time to get fully dressed in my baby outfit. I needed to pee NOW.
I stood in the hallway and tried to hold it, but my dam burst. A hot jet of piss shot through the weave of my work pants. Then another. Then a full, uncontrolled flood. I was wetting my pants like a helpless toddler. A dark stain spread rapidly across the front of my slacks. A little fountain of piss sprayed up into the air before running down my legs in warm rivers. I stood there dripping, face burning with delicious humiliation.
“I’m a wet little boy,” I whispered to myself. “I can’t even hold my pee.”
Since I was already wet, I decided to enjoy it. I hugged the soaked material closer to my body, feeling the chill as the piss began to evaporate. Then I pulled a pair of thick plastic pants on over my long pants. I shoved several extra pairs of underwear down into the front and back to absorb whatever came next. You never know when another accident will hit.
I curled up for a little nap on the floor on my plastic mat. Over my shoulders I pulled my special “pee-pee blanket” — a thick, crusty old blanket I almost never wash. It smells exactly like a men’s room urinal and I love it. I use it as a portable toilet over and over. Even when I’m dry it keeps me warm and reminds me what a dirty baby I am.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening watching TV and working on my computer. Whenever I felt the urge to use the bathroom, I just went right in my pants. It was pure heaven. Piss after piss soaked through the extra padding and plastic. Later my belly gurgled again and I pushed out a long, soft, warm load of shit. It squished heavily against my balls and cock. I sat there rocking gently, feeling the mess shift and smear with every movement.
Every so often I would reach into my filthy pants, scoop up a handful of warm, soft shit, and bring it to my mouth. I licked my fingers clean while stroking my cock, moaning like the disgusting adult baby I am. When I finally came, I shot all over my shitty hand and then sucked every last drop of cum and shit off my fingers.
Night fell. I decided to go all the way. I stripped completely and put on my thickest adult diaper, the ones with the plastic outer cover and the soft cloth-like inner. Over that I pulled my favorite pair of shiny white plastic pants that crinkle loudly with every step. Then I put on a babyish onesie that snapped at the crotch, and over that a pair of short overalls. I looked ridiculous and perfect.
I filled the diaper immediately with a long, luxurious piss, then pushed out another thick, soft mess. The bulk between my legs was enormous. I waddled around the house like that, the plastic pants crinkling, the heavy diaper sagging lower and lower. Every time I sat down, the mess squished up between my cheeks and around my balls.
I spent hours like that — watching TV, playing on my computer, and casually using my diaper over and over. I wet myself at least five more times. I messily filled the diaper twice more. By the time it was fully dark, the diaper was so heavy and full that I could barely walk. Shit had leaked out the leg bands and was smeared down my thighs. The smell was overpowering and wonderful.
I finally lay down on my plastic mat again, pulled the pee-pee blanket over me, and began the best part of the night. I shoved both hands into the back of the diaper and scooped out big handfuls of soft, warm shit. I smeared it all over my cock and balls, then started stroking myself with filthy hands. The squelching sounds were filthy and loud. I fingered my own dirty hole while I jerked, pushing more shit out around my fingers.
When I came, it was one of the hardest orgasms of my life. I shot so hard that cum mixed with the shit on my belly. I lay there for a long time afterward, completely ruined, floating in my own filth, whispering to myself what a good, dirty little baby boy I was.
This is my life. This is my secret. And every single day I choose it again.
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