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Helpless in diapers
The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move.
And then he heard his boyfriend's voice.
“Does this feel familiar?” he taunted.
He tried to speak up, but all that escaped was drool and a garbled noise.
“Aww poor baby, you can’t speak, can you?” His boyfriend's voice was laced with sweetness. But he was feeling anything but sweet at this moment.
He had made a critical error in his thinking. Just the other night his boyfriend had asked him if he had any kinks and he’d said no, deciding now was not the time to reveal his diaper fetish. He was scared that he’d recoil, move backwards or even break up with him.
But it turns out he had asked him because he knew.
he knew he wanted to be a helpless drooling baby. Wanted to become his plaything. Forced to sit in his bulging diaper until “daddy” came to change him.
“I guess you didn’t think I’d find out did you?” he sat on the bed next to him and patted the front of his bulging diaper. Strangely enough, he hadn’t remembered wetting it. But then he explained it to him.
“Last night I put a pill in your post workout shake. It reduces your body to that of an infant. No control over your legs, arms, anything really.” he continued to pat the front his heavy diaper as he tried to sit up, get any motion in his arms and legs. “The pill lasts 24 hours. And then all function returns. Oh and you can forget about bowel and bladder control.” he giggled.
“When I found out you wanted to be daddies helpless drooling baby, I decided to help you along for a bit. Now you can see what it’s really like.”
He tried to speak. Tried to tell him that this isn’t what he wanted. That it was only a game, a fetish. Something to do for fun. But he couldn’t speak, only drool escaped his mouth.
“Because you wanted this so badly, I put three pills in your drink, so that should give you about three days of fun baby time. Don’t worry, I know this weekend you wanted to hang out with the guys, but I know you’d much rather be doing this instead. So just lie there, I’ll bring you a new bottle every hour. Who knows.” he said grinning before shutting the door. “There might be another pill in there at the end of the weekend. I might want you to be my baby forever…”
The door shut and he gurgled some more. He was trapped…
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The pink diaper was impossible to ignore, its thick, crinkly bulk straining against the tight confines of the sissy’s white-and-pink onesie. The words “SISSY BABY” emblazoned across the chest left no room for doubt about his place, and the way the fabric clung to the diaper only emphasized its sheer size. He stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. The room felt too bright, too exposed, and every rustle of the diaper seemed to echo louder than it should.
“Stop fidgeting,” came the sharp, commanding voice from behind the camera. He froze, his hands instinctively moving to cover the obscene bulge, but another snap of the voice stopped him. “Hands at your sides. You know the rules.” His breath hitched, but he obeyed, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the soft, frilly hem of his dress. The humiliation burned hotter than ever, but beneath it, there was something else—a twisted thrill that made his stomach flutter. He hated how much he craved this, how much he needed it.
The camera clicked again, capturing the moment he leaned forward, his diaper pushed almost comically close to the lens. The pink satin of his dress swished around his thighs, the fabric delicate and girlish, a stark contrast to the thick, padded monstrosity he wore underneath. His face was a mix of defiance and desperation, his lips pursed in a pout as if daring the camera to capture every inch of his shame.
“Good boy,” the voice cooed, though the tone was anything but gentle. “You love this, don’t you? Showing off your little sissy diaper for the world to see.” He opened his mouth to protest, to deny it, but the words caught in his throat. Because deep down, he knew it was true. The way the diaper pressed against him, the way it made him waddle, the way it left him utterly exposed—it was all part of the game, a game he couldn’t quit even if he wanted to.
The camera lowered, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, the voice returned, softer this time, almost teasing. “You’re such a good sissy baby. But don’t think for a second that this is over. We’re just getting started.”
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation was unbearable, but it was also intoxicating. And as much as he wanted to hide, to run, he knew he wouldn’t. Because this was who he was now—a sissy, a baby, a thing to be dressed up and shown off. And deep down, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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The sterile white of the room only amplified the blush creeping up his neck, as the cold marker tip touched the sensitive material of the diaper clinging to his stomach. It wasn’t the indignity of the pink robe or the bulky pad secured with bright blue tapes; it was the words forming under her hand that made his skin crawl. “Bedwetter with a Small Dick,” she wrote, each stroke precise and deliberate, turning him into a canvas for his own humiliation.
He lay there, exposed and helpless, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, trying to ignore the quiet chuckle that escaped her lips. There was a clinical detachment to her actions, as if this was simply another procedure in her long list of duties, rather than the slow, deliberate dismantling of his pride. He knew it was for a reason, of course, a consequence of his own failures.
The final stroke of the marker finished, she took a step back, observing her work with a satisfied nod, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something colder. “There,” she said, her voice a soft purr, “all done. Now, you won’t be forgetting your place anytime soon.” It was a statement, not an opinion, and the bright blue tabs on the pink diaper felt like shackles of his new, emasculated reality.
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The hum of passing cars had become a frantic drumbeat against my skull, a soundtrack to the humiliation that was rapidly unfolding. The urge, a sudden and overwhelming need, had forced me to pull over, but as soon as I did, I knew, that this was a terrible idea. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, a desperate attempt at a quick check, and then there they were. I was exposed.
It was a mess. It was all so wrong. I needed to get out of here, before someone saw me. Then, the lights.
A car pulled over, slowing to a stop behind mine. I was trapped. I saw a woman come out, her expression a mix of concern and… something else. My heart hammered against my ribs, I tried to pull up my jeans, to act as if nothing was happening.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice a soft yet direct sound, as she looked at me, her eyes wide with disbelief, yet, somehow, they were full of curiosity.
My mind raced, desperately trying to concoct some believable story, a quick escape from this padded nightmare. What do I say? Where do I go?
“Uh, yeah, just, uh… checking my tires?” I blurted out, my voice trembling, as I reached for my zipper. My fingers were shaking, and I knew that I looked utterly ridiculous.
Her smile told me, that my excuse, had completely failed. I looked down, and then I looked up, at her. She knew what she was doing, and I was powerless to stop her. Then, she laughed.
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115 Ways to Use and Abuse a Raunchy Faggot
In honor of the New Year, i decided to do a service for all the Men out there whose New Year’s resolution is to “use more faggots.” Here are 115 ways for Tops, Alphas, Doms, Superiors and Sirs to use and abuse a raunchy bottom, faggot, pig, slave or sub:
Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.
Train him to deepthroat your cock.
Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.
Cock slap him.
Make him lick your sweaty balls.
Straddle his face and teabag him.
Spit on him.
Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.
Make him clean your dirty hole when you haven’t showered.
Piss on him.
Piss down his throat.
Piss in his ass.
Make him drink your piss from a glass.
Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.
Finger his hole.
Fuck his ass.
Spank him.
Paddle him or whip him.
Fuck him with a dildo.
Make him clean a dildo after it’s been in his ass, your ass or another faggot’s ass.
Tie him up and use his holes.
Smack or slap his face.
Call him names.
Tag team him with a buddy.
Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.
Whore him out to friends or strangers.
Make him sniff and lick your piss-, shit- and/or cum-stained underwear.
Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.
Cum on his face.
Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.
Cum on his ass.
Cum directly down his throat.
Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.
Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.
Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.
Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.
Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.
Cum on food and make him eat it.
Save your loads on a cum rag, jockstrap or pair of underwear when you jerk off; when the cum rag is rank and full, make him suck the cum crust out of it.
Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.
Make him suck your cock while you’re taking a shit (i.e., give you a blumpkin).
Use his tongue as toilet paper after you take a dump.
Make him eat your shit.
Make him eat his own shit.
Make him jerk off with shit.
Make him smear his body with shit.
Flick or twist his nipples.
Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.
Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.
Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).
Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.
Fart in his faggot face.
Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.
Fuck his face until he vomits, then make him clean the puke off your cock.
Don’t let him cum.
Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.
Make him eat his own cum.
Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.
Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.
Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.
Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.
Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.
Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it.
Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.
Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.
Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace.
Blindfold him when you use him.
Fist his hole.
Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.
Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).
Cum in his ass.
Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.
Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.
Make him lick your feet.
Use him as a footrest.
Make him give you a massage or footrub.
Hock a loogie in his face or down his throat.
Blow your nose on him.
Shoot a snot rocket in his mouth.
Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.
Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.
Shave his body.
Shave his head.
Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.
Keep him in chastity.
Decide what he wears.
Make him wear a collar and leash.
Keep him in a cage.
Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).
Make him sniff poppers, then use him.
If you’re uncut, make him clean and eat the smegma from your cock.
Make him wear a ball gag.
Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.
Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.
Torture him with hot wax.
Make him give himself an enema — with water, or perhaps your piss — while you watch.
Give yourself an enema, then release it all over his face or body.
Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.
Engage him in forced workouts.
Fuck him with found objects around your home (e.g., a broom handle, a beer bottle, a carrot, a cucumber, a wooden spoon).
Make him beg for your cock.
Feed him your pre-cum.
Make him lick your sweaty pits.
Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”
Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.
Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it.
Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him.
Make him lick you head to toe.
Make him pick your pubes out of your underwear or off your toilet and eat them.
Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.
Make him lick your boots.
Make him do a strip tease for you.
Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).
Of course, there are hundreds more ways to use and abuse a faggot. If your New Year’s resolution is to use more faggots, however, i hope this list gives you some ideas for how to be successful. Happy New Year, Sirs!
*For the record, i’m not personally into all the items on this list, although i would do many of them. Rather than a list of things i’m into, therefore, consider it a “menu” that Men can consult when using a raunchy faggot.
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Would be a dream for me
The apartment listing had seemed almost too good to be true. Cheap rent, close to campus, and the woman seemed… nice enough. Then, she’d asked about my favorite cartoon. "Paw Patrol," I'd replied, cringing slightly. It was a childhood memory, a random detail that suddenly seemed far too important. I should have known then, what was coming.
The room was a jarring explosion of primary colors, a shrine to all things childish and saccharine. "Welcome home," she said, her voice a little too sweet, a little too knowing. A crib, a Paw Patrol rug, a space that was clearly meant for someone far smaller than me. I felt a knot of unease tighten in my stomach.
Then, she led me to a second room, a storage space that was floor-to-ceiling with diapers. A sea of white, fluffy packages, some with cartoon characters, most a stark, blank slate. My mind raced. What had I gotten myself into?
A closer look at the crib showed a small blanket patterned with cars, and small soft toys. "I know you're confused," she said, her eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. "But think of it as… an opportunity."
More diapers. Piles and piles, everywhere I looked. She was watching me, a smile playing on her lips, a predator observing its prey. “You see,” she continued, “I have a thing for… grown-up babies. Sissies. Well… you’re going to be my pet. The rent is so cheap, because I need you. So, what do you say? I’ll let you think about it for a day.
My heart was pounding, logic battling with a desperate need for a place to stay. "Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. What choice did I have? I knew then, that it was a mistake, but I had to say yes.
She clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling. “Wonderful! And just remember, one little slip, one rule broken, and you’ll be locked up tight. Now, let's get you settled in. I have a feeling you're going to enjoy your new life.” A shiver ran down my spine. This was not a home; this was a trap.
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Hello are you into Abdl or sissy lifestyle
Both yes
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mommy has me exposing my diaper for everyone to see
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Owned diaper slave No limits bitch will obey any order given
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I want one
Reblog if you want a potty license like this made for you 😁😁
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"Send us a picture, is it? Is that how you lot do it round here? Just ask for photos and then not send anything back?"
Not how I do it
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Please don’t reblog!
I don’t know if I can handle any MORE humiliation! 😫😫
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