Thinking with your shit

The old you is gone, reduced to a steaming wet pile in the diaper. But something new has been born, squirming in the hot tight darkness. You feel sweaty, hot, sticky. You’re wrapped in something constructive and inescapable - the diaper! You gasp in horror as you realize, you’ve become your own shit pile, trapped in this prison of a diaper, pressed up against your own trembling crotch. You start panicking and wriggling in the diaper, making slight bulges in the tight fabric and making gurgling noises.