I worship my diapered ass. I think it is the most beautiful thing about me. Of course it’s the diaper that I worship, not me or my own ass- that would be silly & narcissistic. But I love to stare at my diapered ass–the thicker, squishier & riper the better–and think about wearing that diaper & fantasize about worshiping it. Touching it, patting it, smelling it, rubbing my face in it . . .