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In the wee hours, a diaper-clad man awakens, his stomach rumbling. He seeks sustenance, his shuffle echoing in the silent house. The fridge yields a simple meal: a sandwich and a bag of chips. Retreating to his room, he spreads out on his bed, the crinkle of the bag the only sound. He eats ravenously, crumbs falling onto his diapered crotch. As he finishes, he feels a warmth seeping through the fabric. His body's needs shift, his cock hardening. He strips off his soiled diaper, the wet patch leaving a mark. His cock stands proud, leaking pre-cum. He strokes it, the sensation of his sticky fingers driving him wild. He fucks his fist, the sound of his pleasure filling the room. His orgasm is a messy affair, cum coating his hand and stomach, the remnants of his snack mingling with his release.