When I say I wanna be a diaper, I mean:

I want to be the PeekABU sold to a gruff, chubby guy that is only slightly a DL. Probably only bought cute diapers because he's incontinent and is bored of medical.

(1/?)

I want to be the Crinklz sold to an AB who is 24/7 and probably won't even notice me as he slips me on for his mid-afternoon change. Won't remember me once I land in his diaper pail, and spent most of the time wearing me doing boring, everyday stuff.

(2/?)

I want to be the LittlePawz taken to a con room party and put on the shy new guy. Hearing the whole room tease him as my paws disappear and he gets all the buttpats and encouragement.

(3/?)

I want to be the Safari sold to a daddy for his cub. He's a stern type, and his boy is in need of that discipline! His cub is a bit of a brat, see. Even jokes "I'm still gonna PEE on it!" and the daddy smirks. "At least you won't pee on my furniture. AGAIN." as I'm taped.

(4/?)

I want to be the soggy PeekABU left in a public trashcan in some middle-of-nowhere rest stop by an incontinent bab who will take a picture of me in the trash to share on his Twitter before he leaves me there.

(5/?)

I want to be the stinky Crinklz Astronaut a cub made while sitting on daddy's lap, much to the annoyance of daddy. Of course daddy got his revenge, kneebouncing the cub as he squirmed and tried to get daddy to stop, but daddy was too amused.

(6/?)

I wanna be the sagging LittlePawz some rough 'n tumble guy is grinding against, aroused just by the thought of my destruction beneath him. He likes making things dirty, but diapers especially: It's such a thrill that he can buy something *literally* just to pee on.

(7/?)

I wanna be the Safari that gets mushed against someone's rump as they say "Awww, did my baby boy wet the bed again?"

"Uh, duh? Why d'ya think I wear these?"

"It's no fun teasing you if you like it."

"Oh. Right. oH nO StOpPiT i'M nOt a BaBy"

"You are so annoying."

(8/?)

I *really* want to be that fur that a daddy knows is really a diaper, and to be given free reign to give in to my desire, and to be told it's where I belong.. I want to be mind-broken, taken deep into my love of being disposable underwear..

(9/?)

And he reinforces it. Telling me I was made in a factory. I'm a thing. A disposable potty to be sold to and used by whoever needs, or wants, to. I'm not a person, I'm property..

(10/?)

As he tells me this, I just sink lower and lower, eager to be daddy's property. To do with as he wishes. To wear himself, to put on some cute AB. To give to one of his chubby, gruff buddies to wreck spectacularly..

(11/?)

Maybe he gives me to a cub who doesn't have a lot of diapers. Some cutie pie who'll never know the garment between his legs used to be something else... Something that will wind up in the trash or at the landfill sooner or later, and none will be the wiser.

(12/?)

In the end, it doesn't matter that much what scenario it is. I have my perferences, sure, but.. do they really matter?

~It's just a diaper~