A MOOK IN DIAPERS

Hello, my name is John Mook, but for those who know me personally, 
“Baby John”. It all started when I first moved on my own. You see, I 
was always an adult baby but could never act on it on account of the 
fact that I grew up [really fast, I might add] in group homes. When I 
first got my own place I even had a job at a pizza restaurant, so not 
only did I get a lot of money in [I also received SSI, still do] but I 
even got free pizza. [YUM!] Still, at first something was missing. With 
all the good things going on in my life I still wasn’t very happy. So I 
decided to fulfill my goal of living my lifestyle of choice an adult 
baby. Every once in a while I would save up some money and buy diapers, 
size XL {I’m not fat I just have a huge masculine, stocky frame} and 
tight shirts and baby toys and stuff. I would do this whenever I could. 
Still, I was not happy. I was pretending to be something I’m not. I was 
pretending to be straight. {Yeah, I’m gay, so what. Anybody who doesn’t 
like that can kiss my big white butt.} For the longest time I tried 
searching for a boyfriend/daddy. I felt it was almost hopeless. Then a 
twist in fate came along. I reunited with my biological mom who asked 
me to move down with her in Missouri. After long consideration I 
agreed. Moving down here was both a blessing and a curse. The bad: My 
mom used me for my money and stopped talking with me. A lot of my 
friends turned out to be jerks, and last but not least two out of three 
boyfriends left me due to my adult baby lifestyle. The Good: I have a 
new understanding boyfriend. I am living with him in his big, beautiful 
house. He is even open minded towards my adult baby fetish. Now: life 
is good. The sex is great and now I’m off to buy some diapers! May the 
force be with you!

The end.