Wrapped in Confidence big shit and big diaper
I decided to take some time for myself, wearing a comfortable outfit to relax at home. I chose a pair of tight black leggings. I knew I would be wearing a diaper underneath, but I felt strange and curious about this choice.
As I put the leggings on, I noticed how the fabric adapted perfectly to my body, enhancing my curves in an unexpected way. Although the diaper was an item that I would normally consider embarrassing, in that moment I perceived it as a gesture of freedom and self-acceptance. It made me feel protected and, incredibly, comfortable with myself.
The movements of the leggings under my body were fluid, and the diaper, instead of weighing me down, almost felt like a cuddle.
My room became a refuge, a place of acceptance. Wearing that diaper under the leggings was not only a matter of practicality, but a celebration of my individuality. I loved filling it with warm pee and big soft shit and showing you all of it as dirty as my asshole. With a satisfied smile, I turned to the window and looked out at the world outside; I knew I was at peace with myself, without any regard for convention or judgment. And in that moment, I felt completely free.