| Title: | On My Own | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Matt P. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | Not given | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 02/21/10 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | I, Adam, just recently moved out of my house and this is my story of being on my own. But it doesn't really turn out how I thought it would. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (20 is max.) [?]: | 4 (20%) |
Wow, that was a good night sleep. I thought as I pick my dead sleepy body out from under the covers of my new bed. I thought back as what seemed like reality turned out to be a dream and the more time that passed the less I remembered. All that I could make out was running around with a girl� but not running but maybe carried. Something in my mouth�.? Awh� it�s no use I can�t remember a thing. It had been like this for the last two months. Waking up in a really good mood and having some sort of dream of innocence and soggy bottoms. It was until two months ago I lived on my own. When I say on my own I mean not with my mom. I recently moved closer to school to save the 45- minute drive and turn it into a 5 minute drive. It was like destiny calling me when I found a room for rent only minutes away from school� The lady that owned the house seemed nice. Krista, as I now know her, just wanted some noise in the house again since she is alone. But I never did get the whole story on why she was alone. Off to school again on what seemed a same as any day until I realized I have had to use the bathroom a lot lately. I mean, I could usually hold it for a good three hours or more now turned into a race to the bathroom every hour or so. Finally one of the girls I liked named Bethany (Beth) took notice and asked why was I racing to the bathroom all the time. Wasn�t I potty trained she joked. She then said if I had to go anymore that I might have to start wearing diapers so I didn�t disrupt class. Of course that wasn�t going to happen so I just went on dealing with my peeing issues. I get home and go to my room. As I recall what Beth was saying to me earlier I started to get hard. So I did what any other guy would do I started to solve the hard dick. I was pumping it real hard when all of the sudden I shot my load all over my chest and what felt like all under myself as well. What the hell? I�d have to admit that, that was one of the strongest orgasms I�d ever had but I just shit all over my sheets. What is going on with me? Now to think of it my dick looks somewhat smaller too. I mean I�m no long dong silver but a good 6 � inches turned to a good 4 or more. What is going on? Krista made dinner that night as she often does it we�re both home. But this time she tells me to sit in the highchair. Why? When did we get a highchair and why do you want me to sit in it? Because mommy asked baby to do so. Mommy? Just as I�m second guessing her she picks me up and locks me onto a changing table. Baby has to wear his diaper so when he eats he doesn�t have an accident. She pulls out the biggest diaper as lays it under my butt. Oils my privates and Oh did it feel so warm, and then she powders me and tapes up my diaper. Puts a teddy bear shirt and coveralls over my huge diaper then puts me in the highchair. How the hell do I even fit? Now that I think of it everything looks a lot bigger and everything was moving so fast. Krista makes me mac and cheese and tells me if I�m good I can have dessert. Well half way through dinner I feel the need to pee and worse yet poop as I am trying to figure what is going on. I fight them both as long as I can. That is when Krista came and picked me up and took me to the couch for dessert. She lifts up her shirt and starts breast feeding me. Wow did she have the best rack. As I was sucking I could feel the urge to poop grow more just as I let my bladder go. Oh looks like baby peed. That�s ok. Just then there was a knock on the door. Krista puts me on the floor to play as she answers the door. Me not thinking about who it could be just sit on the floor playing. Baby it�s for you, its Beth! Oh no! What do I do? She can�t see me like this. What is going to think about my diaper, I don�t even know what to think about my diaper? Hey I was just dropping in to return your history book! OH MY GOD! Your SOOO CUTE! Why are you dressed like this? Just then it hits me� The most intense crap I�ve ever taken in my life takes over just as I open my mouth to respond all that comes out is a loud grunt followed by a loud fart as my diaper keeps filling. To be continued... If you like this story please comment on it to: [email protected]