I wake up already leaking into the thick overnight diaper, the plastic crinkling loud as I roll onto my back. The room still smells like last night’s baby powder and the faint sour hint of what I left in there before bed. My cock is rock hard, pressing against the warm, squishy front. I reach down and give the swollen front a squeeze, feeling the piss shift around my balls. Fuck, it feels good. I know I shouldn’t, but I push a little, letting a fresh spurt of morning piss join the mess. The diaper sags heavier between my thighs.
I don’t get up. I stay right there, legs spread, and start grinding slow against the mattress. Every movement makes the load in the back shift. It’s soft, mushy, and the heat spreads as I rock my hips. I can feel it smearing against my ass cheeks, warm and sticky, exactly the way I like it. My hand slides inside the waistband, fingers finding the sticky mess, and I rub it around my hole while my other hand strokes my dick through the soaked padding.
The smell gets stronger the more I play. I pull the tapes open just enough to peek inside. The inside is yellowed and streaked brown, the padding swollen and heavy. I push my fingers deeper into the mess and smear it up the crack of my ass, then bring my hand to my nose. The ripe, earthy scent makes my cock twitch hard. I lick my fingers clean, tasting the salty-sweet mix of piss and shit, then shove them back down to work more of the load against my skin.
I roll onto my stomach and grind harder, the full weight of the diaper squishing flat under me. The mess spreads everywhere, coating my balls and cock as I hump the bed. I moan into the pillow, dirty talk spilling out without thinking. “Fuck, look at this filthy diaper… so full of my shit… feels so fucking good.” I reach back and pull the back of the diaper open, letting cool air hit the mess for a second before I let it close again, trapping the heat and smell.
My strokes get faster. I’m jerking off right into the front while the back stays packed and nasty. Every time I clench my ass, more of the load shifts and smears. I can feel it oozing toward the leg cuffs, threatening to leak, and that risk only makes me harder. I push again, deliberately forcing out a little more soft shit, feeling it slide down and mix with everything already there. The diaper is ruined, heavy, and perfect.
I flip onto my back again, legs pulled up and knees apart so the diaper hangs low and full. My fist pumps faster now, slick with the piss that’s soaked through the front. I use my other hand to press the mess firmly against my hole, rubbing it in slow circles while I edge myself. The combination of the warm filth, the crinkle, the smell, and the pressure is too much. My balls tighten and I shoot hard, thick ropes of cum mixing with the piss already inside the diaper. I keep stroking through it, milking every drop until I’m shaking.
Afterward I just lie there, breathing heavy, the diaper sagging between my open thighs, completely used and filthy. I press my palm against the front one more time, feeling the sticky mess of cum, piss, and shit all together. I smile, already thinking about how long I’ll wear it before I finally change.
