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I’m barely on here anymore, hmu on telegram or twitter to talk or if you wanna be owned and used hahaha

Telegram: @moff2021

Twitter: @Masterof_Kinks

[master-of-diapered-fags]

I’m barely on here anymore, hmu on telegram or twitter to talk or if you wanna be owned and used hahaha

Telegram: @moff2021

Twitter: @Masterof_Kinks

[master-of-diapered-fags]

I’m barely on here anymore, hmu on telegram or twitter to talk or if you wanna be owned and used hahaha

Telegram: @moff2021

Twitter: @Masterof_Kinks

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fake fags vs. true fags

which are you, faggot…?

fake fags – tell an Alpha what they (the fag) wants… they say things to an Alpha like “i want you to fuck me” and “i love to be dominated” and “i need to be used”

true fags – ask the Alpha what the Alpha wants… they say “Sir, this fag is here for whatever you want…”… they know that it isn’t about what they (the fag) want but rather only what the Alpha wants

fake fags – think being a faggot is only about sex, being fucked, sucking, being used

true fags – know that being a faggot is a way of life, 24/7, all day, every day, and they find every way to serve Men, not only sexually but in every possible way

fake fags – think they are in charge, are brats, create drama

true fags – are submissive, know the Alpha is in charge, and make every effort to make the lives of Alphas better

fake fags – have orgasms, and use their fagdicks for pleasure

true fags – never use their fagdicks for pleasure, but instead focus on the pleasure of Real Men

fake fags – expect an Alpha to be available to them when they (the fag) want

true fags – make themselves available to Alphas whenever an Alpha wants

fake fags – use urinals and piss standing up

true fags – know they are urinals, and piss sitting down

fake fags – tell an Alpha their limits (”i don’t do piss” “i don’t do rough” “i’m not a cashfag” “i don’t do anal” etc.)

true fags – have no limits, do whatever the Alpha wants, are happy to let the Alpha take whatever the Alpha wants

fake fags – think Alphas are their equals, and/or their friends

true fags – know they are inferior, and know that Alphas only tolerate them to get their needs met

fake fags – are selfish, and think only of themselves and their own needs

true fags – are completely focused on the needs and wants of Alphas

fake fags – only act like a fag when it is convenient for them

true fags – are faggots every minute of every day, know they were born as a fag, and spend each day being useful to Men, and trying to be a better fag in every way

repost this to show everyone that you are a true fag

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Enema training part 3 You can see the diapie slowly fill up, tee hee hee…

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If you were my baby...

Oh, you poor soul.  You once were a man but now you have fallen into the clutches of baby Champ.  First I make you strip off all your clothes.  I cut them up with scissors as you watch and throw them in the trash because you won’t be needing these big boys  clothes anymore.  I take you over to the couch and lay you across my lap, giving you a nice hard spanking for trying to act older than you are.  Boys should know better than to try and play grown up.  You’re not fooling anyone.  You yelp and jerk, but no matter how you struggle, you can’t get away from Daddy’s grip.  As I spank you, I stop every once in a while to feel your bubble butt, and tease your hole with my circling fingers. By the time I am finished with you you are in quite a state.  Stiff, dripping, red faced, and blubbering like a baby.  But it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.  I soothe your sore butt with some baby lotion, and lay you on the changing table.  You know better than to object to the thick cartoon print diaper I present for your inspection.  Get to know it well, this is going to be very close to you from now on.  I take a moment to let that sink in, and When I’m satisfied that you are fully aware of your situation, I come around to the foot of the table, and lift your legs, sliding the diaper beneath your little bum.  I hand you a teddy to play with while I oil, powder and secure the thick, snug diaper around your waist.  What’s that?  You didn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom before coming here?  Silly boy, you didn’t think you were going to be using MY bathroom, did you?  Oh no, bathrooms are for big boys.  You’ll be using your diaper for everything from now on.  

I can see you squirming so I decide to help you along in your predicament.  All diapered up, I sit you up, stick my hands under your armpits and gently lower you down to the floor again.  I instruct you to stay there as I prepare your bottle.  With an adult sized bottle of warm milk, I bring you to the couch once more and have you lay your head in my lap.  I put the nipple up to your mouth.  At first you’re reluctant to take it in, but a quick smack on the thigh stops that and you open up.  This is a large bottle and you feel your belly swelling up as it fills with sweet milk, but you don’t dare stop sucking.  It’s only when I bring you a second bottle that you really start to get worried.  Meanwhile, the pressure of your bladder is reaching unbearable levels.  You try crossing your legs, you squirm and moan, but it’s no use.  You finally let go of all that pee, flooding your diapers.  You pee so much you’re sure they’re going to leak all over.  They hold it all in, however, and you feel the warmth surround your crotch as the diaper swells and presses itself tighter to your skin.  What a good boy!

But Daddy wants you to have more fun in your diaper.  He wants you to use it in every way possible.  He makes you finish the bottle and then hugs you tight and pats your back until you burp.  Surprised, you begin to blush again.  Daddy releases you and goes over to pat the changing table.  You happily hop up, thinking you’re going to get a change, and lie down expectantly.  Daddy hands you the bear again, and untapes your diaper.  He tells you to close your eyes and you obey.  You think you can here tearing of some sort, but you can’t tell what it might be.  Suddenly your eyes shoot open as you feel something pressing into your hole.  Ah ah ah, keep them closed now.  A finger is inserted deep into your rectum, and then withdrawn, and you are taped back up.  Poor little baby.  You’re going to have to stay in these soggy diapers a little longer.  At least you are given a break from all that milk.  Your belly is still distended and you seem to be wetting every few minutes as you lie again with your head in Daddy’s lap, and he caresses your tummy, your face, gives you little tickles and tells you what a cute boy you are.  But something is wrong.  After a while, you feel a gurgle in your tummy, and then a strong urge to poop.  Panicked, you try to sit up, but Daddy just shushes you, telling you everything is going to be okay.  No, you say.  You have to poo.  You beg to use the potty but Daddy is firm.  He holds you tight as you squirm and cry, but the suppository works fast, and the urges grow and grow, and just as you succeed in holding back a messy accident, a new wave of urgency hits you.  You kick and buck as Daddy holds you tight in his arms, and a loud fart escapes, along with a hot rush of poop.  Again and again you are wracked by spasms as yet more poo runs out of your butt into the waiting diaper, and the smell of it quickly fills the room.  You are so embarrassed.  So ashamed.  You’ve never messed your pants before, certainly not in the presence of another person.  What a babyish thing to do.  You are sobbing.  You can’t help it.  But Daddy hugs you and dries your tears and tells you everything is all right until finally you stop.  You are all cried out, and all pooped out, and daddy carries his exhausted little boy back to the table for his changing.  

In spite of everything, you actually feel a lot better once you are in a clean diaper.  Daddy even puts a cute onesie on you with dinosaur prints, and tickles you when you try to pout.  In fact, to your surprise, you are once again rock hard, and your penis strains against your diaper painfully.  You reach down to adjust it but I smack your hand away.  Baby is not to touch his diapers or pee pee ever.  That’s Daddy’s territory.  And Daddy will decide what baby does in his diaper and when it comes off.  If you’re a good boy, Daddy will let you have cummies in your diaper.  You decide to try your best to be a good boy.  

For every meal, Daddy straps you in your high chair and spoon feeds you lots of icky baby food, making funny airplane noises as he brings it to your mouth.  At the end of every meal you are a mess, with your tummy pudging out from mush and milk, and lots of baby food on your face and bib.  Daddy wipes you up and burps you, and sets you down for a nap while you digest.  Before long, you are used to pooping and wetting in your diaper, and Daddy doesn’t even have to restrain you to keep you from trying to rush to the bathroom.  You miss your big boy pants but you know those are a thing of the past.  Daddy has made very clear that diapers are your one and only choice of clothing below the waist from now on.  Though if you’re good, he may let you wear some shorts or shortalls.  

No matter how much you complain, all of this turns you on immensely, and every time he is out of sight, you try to touch your diaper.  The padding is so thick you can hardly get any friction against your penis and Daddy always catches you before you can cum and gives you another spanking.  It’s like he just knows, but who knows how he knows.  Sometimes, he takes out his wiener and humps the front of your diaper, splattering his baby batter over the colorful front panel and even up to your chest at times.  You find this very hot, but you’re frustrated that you can’t come as well.  On the third day, Daddy finally says you can have cummies in your diapers, and you eagerly reach for the tapes when he smacks your hand away again.  Babies have to come in their diapers, Daddy explains.  Babies do everything in their diapers.  He begins to rub your diapered crotch, pressing through the thick layer of soggy padding with his strong Daddy hands.  You moan and buck, and he shushes you some more, telling you to relax and let it happen. You can feel it building, your orgasm finally coming.  And Daddy is making it come.  You feel hotter and hotter, your heart races.  You moan and buck and try not to scream as your penis feels like it’s on fire.  You’ve never been this close to the edge for so long, and you try to hump his hands to bring yourself over.  That’s right, he says, hump Daddy’s hand.  Show him how much you love to cum in your diapers.  And you do… you buck and squeal clinging tightly to Daddy’s arm until finally, it happens.  You cry out as the diaper tears the orgasm from your body, and wave after wave splatters into the diaper, shooting clear across the inside to warm up your butt cheeks.  A puddle of cum piles up there, spreading from your ass cheeks to your taint, and you fall back, drained.  Daddy tells you what a good boy you are and hugs you again.  You begin to suck your thumb and drift off to sleep as Daddy carries you over to the change table for your next diaper…

-Champ

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muscle baby

it could never say it had been misled when it signed Master’s contract of ownership, giving Him the power to transform it into anything He desired. it begged to be allowed to maintain its body for Masters pleasure and He generously agreed, however…..Master wanted a muscle baby.

The first time it went to the gym and stripped to its diaper it was mortified with embarrassment and kept its head down trying to ignore the snickers, the stares, the clear disdain from the bodybuilders.  it  reminded itself that this was what Master wanted and so it should be happy to be allowed to serve Him in this way.

it wasn’t long before it was just ignored in the gym, its previous gym buddies not wanting to know such a freak, so isolated, the other users just treated it like dirt, barging it out of the way, ordering it to put away their weights, wipe down Their benches. 

it had used to love the gym but now it dreaded it….which was the moment Master started to increase its targets, insisted on more gym time, force fed it high protein, high calorie meals, 5 times a day. Which of course meant it needed to shit more….which in turn meant more embarrassment, more opportunities for it to feel the disgust of others. 

But Master wanted more, made it take its protein shake to the gym in a baby bottle…made it suck on a pacifier….put plastic pants over the diaper. 

Eventually it broke, stopped feeling the shame, succumbed to its new identity and thrived on the modifications Master made. 

it had lost all control…just like a real baby. Master was pleased….and therefore, so was His muscle baby slave. . 

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Had a little fun with the delivery guy.

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Back by popular demand: my thoroughly humiliating, utterly embarrassing video confessional. Enjoy.

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Not again Jack… I swear you are such a big baby.  Take them off right now mister!

Your wet underwear, also…

No, you will be wearing those diapers until you can be trusted little Jacky.

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Tricked and Treated (NSFW 18+)

Authors note: This is my first honest to goodness… or badness 😈, DDLB story. Hope you all enjoy it!

***DISCLAIMER*** The people depicted in the following story / caption are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older click away now!

Image credit: These are NOT my images. All credit goes to @diaperking​​

Images will be removed on request. 

Connor looked down at his pouting boyfriend. “What’s the matter little guy? Did you make a stinky?” 

Tommy blushed hotly. “No!”

“Hmm, I better check. Why don’t you lift up your ‘costume’ and show me.”

“What,” Tommy said, dismayed. “Here?”

“Why not here,” Connor asked. 

Tommy glanced around furtively. “B-because,” he quavered, “I don’t want anyone to see me.” 

Connor laughed and shook his head. “Babies don’t get to make that decision, kiddo. Now lift it up or I will.” 

Tommy glanced around furtively, quickly scanning the street. It looked like he was in the clear. Sullenly, he did as he was told, exposing his thick, crinkly shame to the world. 

“Now turn around, and keep your butt out,” Connor said softly. 

Tommy let out a displeased whine but turned around anyway. He didn’t want Daddy to spank him out here. 

Connor reached out and grabbed the seat of the diaper. “Hmm, are you sure there’s no poopies in here?” He said loudly. 

Tommy shook his head in denial as his boyfriend continued to squish and prod the seat of his diaper.  He squirmed anxiously. Connor was making the check take much longer than necessary, and Tommy couldn’t even turn around to check the street. 

Eventually, mercifully, Connor snapped Tommy’s romper back up. “No messes at all! What a good little tyke.” He mussed Tommy’s hair. “Let’s try to keep it that way for the rest of the night, bud. Remember, no changes till we’ve made it through every dorm room.”

Tommy sighed. As if he could forget. When he’d asked Daddy if they could do something scary for Halloween, trick or treating in little gear at Daddy’s college was NOT what Tommy had had in mind. 

“Okay…” He sulked. 

Connor lifted Tommy up, one arm easily supporting his baby boy with his diaper bag in the other. “Okay what,” he prompted. 

Tommy looked around in panic. A couple across the street was pointing. The man said something that made his girlfriend laugh. Tommy buried his face into Connor’s shoulder. “Okay, Daddy,” he mumbled.

Tommy shuffled nervously and knocked on the first door. They’d garnered a lot of attention on the way over. The sight of a 23-year boy dressed as a baby being carried around by his boyfriend was pretty freaking hard to miss. Several people had come up and asked them what their costumes were. Tommy had blushed hotly and let Connor do all the talking. 

“This year we decided to go as a Daddy and his little boy. I’m sure you can tell which one of us won the coin toss,” he’d laughed. 

The explanation seemed to win over most people. Some had even played along and told Tommy how cute he was. They told him how he looked so small and silly in his Daddy’s arms. 

The door opened. Tommy glanced up at Connor, receiving a reassuring smile in return. “T-trick or treat,” Tommy said, holding his candy pail out and looking straight at the ground.

The man answering guffawed. “Wow. That’s a pretty, interesting costume you got there, sport.” He laughed, gave Tommy some candy, and shut the door.

Tommy felt his knees trembling. His lower lip trembled. “Daddy, can we go home now?”

Connor gave Tommy’s thick diaper a reassuring pat. “No, baby boy. But how about this, if you fill up that pail with candy, we can go home, deal?”

Tommy still didn’t like it, but the bucket was fairly small. At the very least he wouldn’t have to visit every room in the dorm. “Ok, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

They went from room to room, the sound of Tommy’s crinkling covered up by the hustle and bustle of parties in the building. The bucket was halfway full, and they had only visited one and a half floors. That didn’t make it any easier every time someone teased him about his getup, but at least he was almost done.

He knocked on the next door. “Trick or treat!” He held out the bucket and smiled brightly, hoping a little extra cuteness would earn him some more candy.

Music thumped into the hallway as it opened. A scantily clad blonde girl dressed like a nurse stood in the door-way. “Oh my god!” She turned around quickly. “Hey! Rebecca! You gotta get over here and see this!”

Tommy felt his heart leap into his chest. Connor just grinned.

The girl bent over, seemingly completely oblivious to how much cleavage she was showing. “Hey, there little guy. Well aren’t you just the cutest thing, I could just eat’choo up.” She gave his cheek a pinch.

Tommy flinched away, inching closer to his Daddy.

“Aww, what’sa mattur?”

Connor laid a reassuring arm around his shoulder. “Oh, its nothing. He just gets shy around new people.”

“Hey, Teresa, what did yo-,” another woman showed up, this one dressed like a schoolgirl. “HOLY SHIT! No way!” She laughed uproariously.

Tommy edged further behind Connor’s broad back, trying to hide from the derisive onslaught. He yelped as Connor picked him up.

“I think my little guy is getting thirsty, would you mind if we came in for a drink?” Connor gave the diaper bag a pat.

Tommy wished he could float away.

“Of course!” Both girls yelled. They cleared the way as Connor stepped through, tittering loudly behind him.

There was a party in that room, with fake cobwebs, a witches cauldron, and other Halloween paraphernalia adorning the walls. The guests turned to see the new arrivals.

“Hey everyone,” Connor said, loudly enough to be heard over the music, “don’t mind us. My baby boy was getting a bit fussy so we came in for a drink. We’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

He walked over to a table and grabbed a beer before taking a seat on the couch.

Tommy stirred fitfully in his lap. “I’m not thirsty,” he whined.

Connor reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a bottle of milk. “Yes, you are.” He pushed the nipple into Tommy’s mouth. “Suck up all your milk and we can keep trick or treating, baby boy. You can pretend it’s Daddy if that motivates you,” he chuckled.

The girls approached them again. “You guys really get into your costumes. I can’t believe you actually brought a bottle!”

“Oh, we brought a lot more than a bottle. You might not be able to tell, but this kiddo is wearing a pretty big diaper right now too.”

Tommy sucked harder and closed his eyes.

The girls were flabbergasted for a moment before Teresa spoke up. “Can… can I feel it?”

“Of course you can, he won’t bite.”

Tommy felt like he was going to melt. A hand touched his crotch, gently at first, then more roughly as it’s owner gained confidence.

“Oh, wow, he really is wearing a diaper! I didn’t even know they made them that big.”

The girls continued to poke, and rub, and grab. Others saw the commotion and joined in. Soon, Tommy’s padded parts became the center of attention.

Connor held the bottle steady as Tommy squirmed. All the touching around his sensitive areas was starting to get to him. He felt his prince parts begin to stir.

“Shh, it’s ok.” Connor ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair. “It’s ok, baby boy. Almost done with your bottle. You’re such a brave boy, my little man.”

Tommy moaned around the nipple, crowd forgotten. A bit of milk dripped down his cheek and his penis pressed futilely against the confining padding.

With a final gulp, the bottle was empty. Connor put it back in the bag. “There, all done, ready to head back out?”

Tommy looked up at him, mortified and helplessly excited. “Yes, sir.”

Connor grabbed Tommy’s hand and stood up. “Well come on then, say thank you to the nice ladies who let us come in.”

Tommy turned to face them, unable to hold eye contact. “Uh… thanks, I gue-.” His guts cramped suddenly. “Ugh!”

“What’s wrong, squirt?”

Tommy frantically tugged at Connor’s sleeve. “I gotta go, now!”

“What was that? Did you say you have to potty?”

Several of the guests laughed in disbelief.

Tears were beginning to well in Tommy’s eyes. “Please let me use the bathroom, please!”

Connor gave an exasperated shake of his head. “I can’t understand what you’re saying, little guy.”

The convulsions were getting worse, he was teetering on the cusp of disaster. “Please, Daddy,” he cried, forgetting the crowd in his desperation. “No, no no no….” Fat tears of humiliation ran down his face as he lost his internal struggle. The back of his diaper pushed outwards, quickly expanding to accommodate the shameful mess. Even worse, Tommy’s bladder reflexively relaxed, further adding to the terrible predicament. His diaper eagerly soaked up the fluids, growing thicker and thicker by the second. Tommy buried his face in his Daddy’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Silence filled the room.

Connor protectively wrapped an arm around Tommy’s bobbing shoulders. “Oh jeez, it looks like stinker here had an accident.”

The girls giggled and cooed at him. “Aww. Poor baby. Did you make an oopsie poopsie?”

Connor gently steered Tommy towards the door. “Let’s go kiddo. We don’t want to stink up the nice people’s party, now do we?” They made it back to the door when a voice stopped them.

“Wait up a sec, you forgot your candy, little boy!” It was Teresa.

Connor whispered into Tommy’s ear. “Hold out your pail, Tommy. The nice lady is giving you a tasty treat. Isn’t that nice?”

Tommy didn’t bother to turn around. He simply stuck out the pail and kept his face buried in the safety of Daddy’s shirt.

“Here you go, sweetie.” She poured a hefty portion into the bucket, filling it to the brim. Mirth danced in her eyes. “Lookie, now your candy bucket is as full as your diapy.”

Tommy whimpered while Connor let out a bark of laughter. “What do you say to the nice nurse?”

“T’ank oo,” Tommy mumbled out.

“You’re welcome, cupcake.” She turned to Connor and handed over a slip of paper. “If you ever need a babysitter for mush tush here, give me a call.”  

He pocketed it, smiling gratefully. “Thanks, I think I’ll take you up on that. It’s tough making sure Mr. Waddlepants here doesn’t touch himself when I’m at work.”

Tommy’s face burned like the sun.

Tiffany laughed. “Bye bye, diaper boy. See you soon.”

The door finally shut closed, leaving a mortified and very messy Tommy clinging tightly to his Daddy’s chest.

“Good news, baby boy. Looks like your pail is nice and full. Would you like to go home now?”

“Yes, please.”

The walk back to their house was far worse than the trip from it. Tommy’s diaper was so full and swollen he couldn’t walk straight, being reduced to a humiliating, bow legged waddle. It drooped limply between his legs, squishing with every step. He’d asked Daddy to carry him back but he was told walking was good practice for when he ‘grows up’.

The moment the house door clicked shut, Connor firmly pushed Tommy to the floor, causing him to land unceremoniously on his padded rear. Tommy stared helplessly as Connor began to undo his jeans.

“Feeding time,” he growled. His cock sprang free, bobbing before Tommy’s eyes.

Tommy looked at it, then up to Connor’s eyes, then back to his stiffness.

“Crawl over and get your milk, little man.”

Entranced, Tommy placed one hand in front of the other, inching across the floor till it was right in front of him.

“Go on,” Connor coaxed.

Tommy hesitantly stuck out his tongue and began to lick, coating Daddy’s manhood with his saliva.

“Good boy…”

His tongue ran up his Daddy’s shaft, intercepting the salty dribbles running from the tip. Tommy wrapped his mouth over the head, tongue flicking out to tease his boyfriend’s sensitive flesh.

“Fuck,” Connor moaned. He grabbed Tommy’s head between his hands and pulled, forcing the pathetic diaper boy to take his entire length.

Tommy gagged for a moment before adjusting. Daddy had trained him well. He bobbed up and down on Connor’s length. Lascivious slurping noises filled the room. Tommy moaned around the fat cock in his mouth. He felt his little penis growing hard again. He reached down with his free hand and began to rub his diaper.

Connor held Tommy’s head still and began to fuck him, sliding his cock in and out. “Hump your diaper, little boy, show Daddy how much you love being his pathetic little baby.”

Tommy happily obliged. Drool dripped down his chin as Connor roughly fucked his face. He was furiously humping his hand, uncaring of the mess spreading across his cheeks. All he cared about was the wonderful, squishy massage the full diaper was giving his little dick.  

Connor started to tense, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against Tommy’s defenseless face. “Make sure to drink it all up, baby boy. Only bad boys spill their Daddy’s treats.”

Tommy groaned and looked into Connor’s eyes. His legs were starting to tremble with the pleasant waves of sensation traveling through him. They finished together, the sticky load flooding his mouth caused Tommy’s brain to douse his nerves with pleasure. He squirted into his diaper, finally filling it all three ways. He continued to hump his oversensitive penis against the swollen padding, losing himself in the rhythmic contractions as he emptied his own tiny load. He stayed like that for a long time, savoring the taste of his big boy bottle, pitifully rubbing himself in his fluffy, innocent prison.

Connor let out a long sigh and gently pushed his wanton boy slut off his cock. A string of salvia and cum hung between it and Tommy’s mouth.

“Time to get my dirty boy ready for bed.”

“Can you change me, Daddy? Please?”

Connor shook his head. “No. I told you, remember? No changes tonight unless we visited the whole dorm.”

Tommy stuttered. “Bu- but, but, I filled up the candy bucket and-“

“Yes, you did. And I told you we could go home when you filled it. I never said anything about going back on what I said before.”

Tommy’s eyes fell. His lip trembled.

Connor hugged him close, carrying him to his crib. “Shh, it’s ok, Tommy. Daddy put a new diaper over the top, remember? So, you wouldn’t leak, right? You can go to bed all nice and cozy knowing your mess is right where it belongs.” He laid Tommy down, wrapping him in the warm blankets. Connor kissed him gently on the forehead.

“I love you, baby boy. You’re Daddy’s special little man.”

With that he pulled up the bars of the crib, turned on the night light, and left the room, leaving his big baby boyfriend trapped and whimpering behind him.

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A few posts from my Twitter. I’m still padded and still loving it!

Many of my friends who want to go 24/7 feel like they can’t because the people around them don’t understand. They’re worried their friends, or family, or people at work will find out, and they are embarrassed about their diaper desires. But ultimately, if you want to wear 24/7, your own fears and doubts are your biggest obstacle! 

I started my 24/7 journey 9 years ago on this very blog, and I have never regretted it. I only wish I had started 9 years earlier! When I was lying in my dorm room bed that first night I got diapered in college, I could never have imagined that I would take it this far. I wish I could tell my younger self that it would all be okay once I learned to accept that I would be a gay diaper boy forever. 

Being gay and kinky were both things that I struggled with well into my twenties, but you know what? There is nothing wrong with either! To be honest, I’m glad that these are part of who I am. I like the feelings I get from diapers and dicks, and the fact that I want to be covered in both all the time. I can only wonder where 10 more years of diaper debauchery will take me…

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THIS ALSO GOES FOR THIS ACCOUNT. THIS IS ALSO ME.

My twitter @MasterofAllFags has been suspended. I am trying to appeal this and get it fixed. Until then…

If you follow me there, or we’ve talked there, send me a tumblr DM or contact me on any of the following apps.

Telegram: @moff2021

Snap: @master_jason20

Kik: @Master_of_toiletfags

Discord: AlphaDomMaster#9476

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Somebody HELP!!! I don’t wanna be a baby!!!

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The deal was simple.

You would wear a pull up to bed instead of diaper. If you woke up without any leaks, no more nights locked in diapers. No more nights in the crate while your partner hooked up with your ex.

The catch? If you leaked, it wasn’t only back to sleeping in diapers for you. It was going to be 24/7 diapers. Permanently.

You thought the deal was good, finally an opportunity to cum inside your boyfriend instead of a diaper!

What you didn’t know… the hypno your partner had been playing for you the last 6 months meant this wasn’t a game at all. It was a trap. And one you waddled right into.

By 6 in the morning the bed was soaked. Your partner woke you up with their laughter. They FaceTimed your ex as they threw your shame on your face and locked you in the crate.

“Yea, you can come over. Of course he soaked the bed! Go ahead and start brining your stuff over too. He won’t be a problem any more”