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It was definitely wet. The diaper had long since lost it’s pure white colour, giving way to a dark yellow. Every inch of it had soaked up as much piss as it could hold and with every move the man made, a little stream leaked down his legs leaving little puddles everywhere like footprints.


He wanted to change. He wanted to take the diaper off. In fact, he wants to never want to wear diaper diapers ever again. But the curse intervened.


When he looked down at his diaper, his totally full diaper without an ounce of absorbance left in it, he couldn’t work out how to take it off. It was as if he had forgotten, or never learnt. In his head, the tapes were too confusing and he was cursed that he could never remove his own diaper. Always relying of kind friends or strangers who’d have to change him.


The problem with that is those days when you’re friends are all busy, and he faces a whole day without anyone to change him. Would he risk asking (or begging) a stranger to change him or would he just wait in his own leaking pool?

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