We're All Diapered Here

Ready to take off for the flight

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Of course I am wearing for traveling…

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A Necessary Reminder

This week I’d become sloppy with reporting my school uniform outings to my Big Brother. He wasn’t impressed.

His message was clear: I needed a full day in nappies and uniform to remind me of my proper place.

I started with a thick disposable adult nappy, quietly grateful it wasn’t cloth.

Over it I pulled a pair of white crinkly plastic pants that bloomed noticeably around my hips. The loud plastic rustling with every movement made my stomach drop. I then dressed in my usual school shirt and tie, grey knee socks pulled up with garters, and smart black T-bar shoes.

I tried on three different pairs of shorts. Only one fitted over the bulky nappy, and even then the shape was obviously swollen and unnatural. With my heart racing, I pulled on my green school jumper and stepped outside.

The plastic pants crinkled loudly with every step. The padded bulk between my legs forced me into a slight waddle, and the distorted shape of the shorts made the nappy impossible to hide.

I walked to the shops to buy a healthy lunch, painfully aware of the noisy crinkle and the way people glanced at my oddly shaped lower half.

After that I sat in the park to eat, feeling every bit the oversized junior I was supposed to be.

On the waddle home, already wet and deeply humiliated, the reality sank in. This was my reminder. I dread the day Big Brother makes me wear bulky traditional cloth nappies instead.

Catching some Vitamin D.

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Dude these don’t even fit on me and you expect to what…? To pee and poop in this diaper? You cannot he serious.

I know you have to film your little movie about a man brought low by his friends and girlfriend. From top of the school to the lowest of the low.