Other Fetishes

This is my first attempt at using AI to generate a story, there I've used as few prompts as possible, giving chat gpt a news article to start the story from, and let it mostly take it's own path, it's written some good things and bad, it's also lost chapters and repeated others, I'll do my best to edit them as I post, I can also post a link to the source material, it is in theory based on a true story. The first chapter is pretty disgusting but it's also important. Chapter 1 I woke up wet. The cold, damp feeling was there the moment I opened my eyes. The nappy I’d been wearing had leaked, and my school uniform was stuck to me. My dark red school jumper and grey jogging bottoms felt wet and uncomfortable, and I could smell it in the air. It wasn’t just the wetness, it was the smell that came with it, thick and sour. I knew what it was. I’d been wearing nappies at home for as long as I could remember, even though I was fully aware of when I needed to go to the toilet. I knew when I had to pee or poop, but mum always said I wasn’t ready to use the toilet yet, even though I was. It wasn’t like I didn’t know how.   I’d been using the toilet just fine when I was at school, but she always made me wear the tape nappies at home, telling me it was just easier that way. She didn’t want to deal with the mess if I had an accident, so I wore them, even though I could feel everything.   But now mum wasn’t here. She was in the hospital, and I was with Dean, my uncle, in his flat. It wasn’t the same as home. Dean didn’t care about whether I wore nappies or not. He just put one on me because that’s what he thought I needed, even though I told him I didn’t want to wear them. It made me feel small, but I had no choice. Dean didn’t listen to me.   I tried to stay still for a moment, hoping the cold feeling would go away, but it didn’t. The wetness clung to me, and the smell seemed to get worse. I curled into a ball on the floor, the living room carpet rough under my hands. I had fallen asleep here last night, waiting for Dean to come back. He’d said he would only be gone a little while, but it felt like he’d been gone forever. I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep, but the phone was on the floor beside me, still lit up with a cracked screen. It had a red battery warning at the bottom.   I didn’t want to get up, but I had to. The dogs were barking again, their paws scraping at the gate. I tried to ignore it. I knew I needed to move, but the wet feeling kept making me feel small, like something was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to still need nappies, but it was just how things were. The toilet wasn’t really broken, I knew that. But Dean had told me it was, the bathroom door handle was missing and I couldn’t figure out why.   I shifted on the floor, the wet nappy pressing uncomfortably against me. It wasn’t the first time I had woken up like this. It was just the way things were. I had learned to deal with it.   I pulled myself up to sit, trying not to touch the wet spots on the floor. My legs felt cold, the floor freezing under my feet. I stood and pulled off my wet joggers, exposing the nappy. The wetness felt cold against my skin, and I looked around for something dry.   But then it happened.   My stomach, which had been aching for a while, suddenly felt worse. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t. It came too fast, a warm, uncontrollable feeling that spread before I could even react. I didn’t know what to do. I felt the mess spread in the back of the nappy, and I couldn’t stop it.   I froze for a moment, feeling the warmth spread. It felt wrong, and the smell was already starting to make everything worse. The wet nappy, the mess, and the smell—it all mixed together in a way that made me want to hide. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t.   The bins in Dean's flat were already full, the trash bags overflowing and piled up by the door. I didn’t know what to do with the soiled nappy. The kitchen was a mess, and there was nowhere to put it. I couldn’t just leave it on the floor, with all my other used nappies, I rolled it into a ball and placed it on the corner, hoping Dean would deal with it when he came back. I didn’t even want to look at it, but there was nothing else I could do.   I grabbed the baby wipes from my school bag, where I kept them with my spare nappy pants. There were only a few left. I’d been using them for a few days now, ever since the size 8 nappy pants that had come from my mum's ran out last week. Dean had promised he’d get more, but couldn't find the right ones, he bought a size bigger instead, now it was Friday, and we were running low again. The size 9 nappy pants didn’t fit properly—they were too big, loose around my waist. A few times at school, they’d slipped down, and I felt embarrassed when the other kids noticed. I didn’t want to be the kid in nappy pants, but I had no choice.   Even though I tried to use the toilet in school I didn't always manage, I didn’t want to have an accident in class, so I had to wear the nappy pants, P.E. class on Wednesday was especially embarrassing with everyone watching during trampolining. I left it too late to ask if I could go to the toilet, but it was my turn to bounce, so I chose to pee in the nappy pants rather than miss my turn to go to the toilet. I was having fun bouncing, and I didn’t want to interrupt. But the added weight of the pee made them harder to keep up. The pull-ups slipped down during the trampolining, and I had to pull them back up multiple times. It was so embarrassing. I just wanted to blend in, but the weight of my pee made it even harder to keep them in place. It felt like everyone was staring, but I couldn’t fix it. It was just one of those things I had to endure.   The size 9 pull-ups made me feel like I was in-between something—too big for the tape nappies, but too small for the pull-ups I’d been given. They didn't feel secure because they were always slipping down, I didn't want to wear them, but here at Dean’s flat, I had to make do.   I wiped my bottom and thighs carefully with the baby wipes, trying to be gentle, but it still stung. The cold wipes felt strange, but they were the only thing I had. I wiped and wiped, making sure I was clean before pulling on the new pull-up.   I pulled the nappy pants up over my hips, but they didn’t feel as secure as the tape nappies I had just changed out off. The loose fit left me feeling exposed, and I was aware of them slipping down again even before I finished putting them on.   I didn’t even know where Dean had gone. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since he said he would be back. I was alone again, with nothing else to do but wait.   Suddenly, I heard it—the knock at the door. The dogs started barking more aggressively, scratching at the gate with their paws, growling, and making the noise so loud it felt like my chest was shaking. The sound startled me, and I felt a warm rush between my legs.   I’d just wet the pull-up. The pressure of the noise, the barking, the sudden overwhelming feeling—it was too much. I hadn’t meant to. My tummy still hurt from earlier, and the wetness spread even though I hadn’t expected it.   I froze, feeling the warm wetness in the pull-up and the pain in my stomach. The smell of it, mixed with the barking dogs, made my heart race.   I didn’t know what to do. I stayed still for a moment, not wanting to move, not wanting to feel worse. I was too scared to go to the door. I couldn’t face it. I just wanted to be left alone. The door knocked again.   I froze, holding my breath, waiting.   Then it burst open. Cold air rushed in as two people in big jackets stepped inside. They looked around quickly—at the takeaway boxes, the nappies on the floor, the dogs behind the metal gate, everything.   Then they looked at me.   One of them crouched down so their face was level with mine. Their voice was soft, like a blanket.   “Hey there. Are you okay?”   I wanted to say yes, because that’s what you’re supposed to say when grown-ups ask. But my teeth started chattering, and my eyes stung without me meaning it. I felt small and cold and embarrassed about the dummy in my mouth, about the wet pull-up, about the mess.   The person put their coat around me. It was huge and warm and smelled like outside—fresh, like rain.   “It’s all right,” they said. “You’re safe now.”   I didn’t know what safe meant right then.   But as they helped me to my feet, wrapping me tighter in the coat, I thought maybe it meant not being so cold anymore. Maybe it meant the dogs weren’t scratching at the gate. Maybe it meant someone finally noticing the mess, the quiet, the smell, the hunger.   Maybe it meant I didn’t have to wait alone anymore.

Really enjoying the ride.

Here's another oldie that I slept in the other night, for the first time in a long time. Gary used to offer plastic pants in this vinyl film with taffeta-pattern on both sides in half a dozen different colors, red, purple, and some pastels. I've got four of these red full-cut panties, and also a couple of red bikinis that I fluked onto by checking the inventory at plastic-pants.com. The latter must have been a special order that someone failed to follow through on. I do prefer a smooth surface for my plastic pants, and I suspect most people also do, and that the taffeta-pattern vinyl film was discontinued for lack of buyers.  

It is probably an AI write up and no one followed up to proof read it.

I am currently wearing a pocket diaper with one insert.  I am quite comfy at this time.