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Wednesday, March 18th at 5:12 P.M.

It's been a real busy few weeks since I last wrote down a log. Following the events of my roommate discovering my secret little activities we had a long conversation about my developing relationship with diapers.

I could tell that while he tried his best to be understanding with the whole interest, he struggled to see past just how strange it was.

After realizing that my explanation seemed to be falling on deaf ears, I was faced with the decision that it would probably be best if I just moved out.

However, that came with the financial conundrum of how I was going to handle my finances in an apartment that was only to be paid by myself.

As I was considering this I got a message from my anonymous friend on the internet, and he noticed that something was bothering me.

Eventually he managed to pull it out of me, and seemed to be pretty empathetic to my domestic plight.

He had experienced a confusing moment of public humiliation which he had weirdly enjoyed as well as lamented.

I was beginning to show my doubts about the situation, but he assured me that this kind of enjoyment of exposure was quite common as it stemmed from a point of release of something held privately.

Additionally, he said he might be willing to put together a certain arrangement financially wise.

He had enjoyed the pictures I sent him following the accident in front of my roommate, putting together the pictures with mittens on was no easy ordeal. After I had figured out how to properly set the timer on my phone camera while incapacitated, he had greatly complimently me on my effort.

He went on describing if I was willing to continuously take photos for him and do that occasional video chat showing off how I was using my diapers, he would be willing to cover at least half of my rent.

I reveled at the opportunity, being able to fulfill my baby fantasies AND getting paid for it? This was an opportunity I could not pass up, so I eagerly accepted his offer.

In addition to moving out, I've decided to become a little bit more adventurous with my diaper wearing habits.

In addition to upgrading to 'POOFZ Ultra,' an even thicker brand of the infamous ABDL diaper company that forces the wearer onto their hands and knees to crawl around due to their absurd thickness, I've started wearing the normal POOFZ while out and about.

I've gotten a few strange looks, but I honestly don't pay too much attention to those as my thoughts are usually on the amazing feeling of the thick diaper closely hugging my waist.

I'm usually soggy now within a few minutes of wearing my diaper, and I found much to my great embarrassment while out on a shopping trip I found myself unintentionally messing right as I was waiting in line.

A few people snickered, one of them holding their nose dramatically as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I could not help but feel embarrassed and very much enjoying the situation simultaneously.

The thought of other people knowing just how much of a baby in need of his diapers I am has become a more pleasant experience than I had originally imagined.

Sometimes I don't even properly notice when I need a change until I look down and see a significant yellow stain on the front of my diapers.

Now that I've moved into my new apartment, however, my regime has allowed me to enjoy even more unrestricted baby time.

Besides wearing 24/7, when I'm not at work I'm pretty much always wearing some variant of baby clothes with the addition of a pacifier, stuffed animal, and rattle to keep me entertained in case I get bored.

I originally thought this kind of accessory would be a little bit boring and understimulating, but I've caught myself beginning to drool and coo with delight when I start to play with it.

The rattling noise is just so much fun, and it's so silly when it makes all that racket when I shake it.

In addition to my change of clothing and entertainment, I looked up various recipes and have started to puree most of my meals now.

It's surprisingly easy, and with a little bit of sugar and some fruit even vegetables go down pretty easy! Bottle feedings and homemade baby food really put a subtle touch on the baby experience, especially with how they end up coming out on the other end.

The relatively liquid composition of my mess makes it that whenever I have an accident it spreads significantly more quickly. Thus, I achieve a babyish feel after only a few occasional squirms.

My ABDL friend from the internet has sent me a few more little goodies, including a set of locking pants equipped with a remotely accessible timer.

He's instructed me a few times on what to wear, eat, etc. and how to use the locking pants. Having somebody else in complete control, dictating when I get to change out of my diapers has been a thrilling experience.

The thought of knowing that I would not be able to change out of my diapers until he decided it was fitting for a baby like me to do so comes with a deluge of infantile feelings. It really is close to feeling like a real baby, unable to make any decision in their current situation other than wait for their diaper to get changed.

The furnishings in my new apartment are still from my old place, and I've been slowly considering making a few changes here and there to suit my infantile fancy.

A high chair would definitely be high up on the list to match the dietary changes I've made, and I even have been taking a look at some carpentry shops to see how difficult it would be to make an adult sized crib.

Just the thought of wearing my locking panties, sleeper, and thick diaper underneath while in a large crib unable to do anything but have little accidents in my diaper just set my heart aflutter.

The laxative and diuretic cocktails make sure there's rarely a moment when I am in a dry diaper, and the squishiness of the inside combined with the relatively restrictive baby clothes make sure that I'm constantly reminded of the messy state my pants are in.

Lastly, there's one more thing I'm beginning to consider. My ABDL friend mentioned that there is a fair amount of money to be made in streaming my adult baby antics and performing requests put in by streamers.

I'm still hesitant to approach this as that would require me quitting my current job to become solely financially dependent on such an activity.

Still, it would be something I really enjoy. The thought of having potentially hundreds of people teasing me and poking fun at my absurdly thick diapers would be quite an attractive proposition.

I told him that I would think about it, but I feel like I'm doing more than just that. I've taken a look into some high quality webcams as streaming services, and the more and more research I do on it the more realistic it seems for me to be able to do.

I think that's all for now, I can feel my POOFZ beginning to get a little bit soggier and I think it might be time for a change.

Oh wait! I'm still locked in now, I totally forgot. I guess the baby will just have to wait until his big daddy decides that it's time to change his diapers.