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Infant feels

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“What the hell?” James muttered to himself as he walked into his room. 

It was strange enough that his flatmate Jeff didn’t seem to be home, but now someone had clearly been into his room and changed things around. James shook his head in disdain, assuming it had to have been Jeff. Sure they’d argued that morning, they argued quite a lot lately, but to go into his private space, that was a big violation of trust.  

The main problem was that Jeff was a real neat freak, as far as James was concerned anyway. He was always getting upset that James didn’t clean up after himself well enough.

“You make an absolute mess when you eat, you leave your stuff all over the place, your room is a disaster area and you seem incapable of getting your piss in the toilet bowl, or cleaning it up when you miss. Honestly you should be wearing a bib and a diaper and that would prevent half the messes you make!” Jeff had shouted at him that morning. 

That had to explain the changes to his room. There was a box of diapers sitting next to his bed and laid across it was a diaper changing pad complete with babyish designs. And right on that was a silly stuffed animal, the kind of comfort object a dumb little toddler would carry around with them everywhere. James groaned at how juvenile this was getting. Perhaps it was time to look for a new place if Jeff was going to resort to such stupid pranks.  

He walked over to the bed and picked up the silly stuffed animal. It was really very soft, almost silky in his hands. “I wonder where you came from?” he mused, turning the animal over and looking at its face. “Are you Jeff’s from way back, or did he actually buy you at some baby store?” 

The animal didn’t answer of course, at least not in words. But something weird did happen. James felt as though a soft voice deep inside his own head answered, “No, I’m here for you.”  

James blinked and shook his head. Maybe he should put the animal down. It was silly to stand here holding it like this. 

“But it feels so good, so soft…” 

Was that his own thoughts? Or something else? It troubled James that he wasn’t certain. And yet… it was soft in his hands, it was nice to feel. 

“Give me a cuddle, it’s always nice to cuddle…” 

Yes, it would be nice to cuddle the soft toy, it was awfully comfy in his hands. He pulled the plush toy close and cuddled it against his face, closing his arms tight around its back. Warm, happy feelings seemed to pour into James. Yes, this must be why little tots always carried their teddy bears around with them, they were just so nice to cuddle. Mmm, so warm and safe feeling. 

“That’s right, such a cuddly boy, such a good boy…” 

James found himself smiling, feeling so good about himself. But then it occurred to him how odd he would look if someone walked in and saw him like this. He’d look like such a fool, cuddling some baby’s teddy bear. He ended the cuddle, but didn’t put the bear down. He couldn’t bring himself to. But he looked it in the face, right in the eyes. And there was something about them that wasn’t quite right. Were they glowing slightly? 

“So peaceful to look in my eyes, so relaxing…” 

James found himself nodding slightly. Yes, he did feel relaxed now. He could sense his muscles letting go, tension easing away as he looked deeper and deeper into those simple glass eyes. They weren’t simple glass though, they were whirlpools, drawing him deeper and deeper in. His eyelids drooped to half closed and the world around him seemed to float off into the background. 

“Such a good boy, so happy and peaceful…” 

Yes, he felt so nice now, so totally rested. All his worries about deadlines at work, about making his next car payment, his student loan payment, all just drifted away.  

“So good to just let me do all the thinking for you…” 

James found himself gently nodding. He didn’t want to think anymore, it was just so much easier to let the voice take over. He let his mind go blank, let the voice fill it up. 

“So much easier to be a silly little boy, no worries, no responsibilities…” 

Mmmm, yes, boys were so free. He could just play all day, let someone else do the cleaning up.  

“That’s right, let the big boy worries go, let all your grown-up thoughts go bye-bye. Nothing but little toddler thoughts left, nothing but big baby thoughts in your empty little head…” 

Jamie had the most wonderful sensation of emptiness. How could emptiness feel so good? He didn’t know. And he wasn’t worried about it. He wasn’t worried about a thing. He just felt… so silly! 

“Good boy.”

Warmth radiated through Jamie. He felt so good, he was a good boy! 

“You should take off your clothes. Silly little boys don’t like big boy clothes, they don’t need clothes at all.” 

Jamie wanted his clothes off. They felt tight and restrictive. He wanted to be free, he wanted to play. He yanked his t-shirt off over his head. It was tough with only one hand, but he couldn’t let go of teddy. It took a full minute but he was finally free of it. Then it was much simpler to yank down his track pant and boxers all at once and then kick them free, standing there blissfully nude. 

“Feels so good, such a happy nakey jaybird you are.” 

The voice was always accompanied by tingles of pleasure lighting up his brain, reinforcing the truth of the statements. Jamie shivered with joy and smiled. He was a nakey boy, he was a jaybird for daddy. And the voice went on and on. He was a silly dumb boy. He needed daddy to do all his thinking for him. He couldn’t count or recognise letters or even dress himself. He needed Daddy for everything, he trusted and loved Daddy unconditionally. 

“You’re Daddy’s beautiful empty-noggin baby boy…” 

Jamie was nodding gently, still staring into the swirling eyes of the teddy bear held in his hands. His body was upright but slumped forward, bare toes turned inwards and he softly slurred and mumbled his agreements to a voice only he could hear. That was what Jeff saw as he quietly entered the room, before whispering into his phone one last time. “And now it’s time to meet your Daddy.” 

Jeff fingered the button breaking the connection. The teddy’s eyes returned to normal and Jamie’s head slowly began to right itself. Jeff looked over his flatmate’s bare backside, took in the pile of discarded clothing next to the box of diapers, smiling at the success.  Then he said, “Jamie, how are you sweetie?” 

Jamie’s head twitched upwards at hearing the voice behind him. Then the young man spun around. Jeff had to smile at the sight. It was still James, his twenty-four year old flatmate, but his face was so slack now, his mouth slightly agape, a line of drool running down his soft chin, his eyes glassy and empty of comprehension.  His whole body was relaxed, except for his penis, which stood straight up at attention, the head jerking against his tummy, pre-cum drooling down it. It gave Jeff comfort to know that Jamie was evidently enjoying his regression. He’d been a bit conflicted about reducing the man’s mentality against his will, but it was obvious from that huge erection that Jamie had needed this, that he was thrilled at what had been done to his intellect.  

Jamie began to get a goofy open-mouthed grin at seeing his Daddy. But then it faded and Jeff saw childish concern on the man’s stupified face. And then Jeff understood, the man still vaguely recalled their last encounter, their argument. 

“Sowwy I methy Daddy,” the young man declared, pouting. 

Jeff gave him a reassuring smile and moved closer. “Oh that’s okay sweetie,” he assured. “You’re just a silly little boy. You’re supposed to be messy. Daddy isn’t upset at all.” 

Jamie blinked his wide dumb eyes and looked relieved. Jeff pulled the naked young man into a big cuddle and was glad to feel Jamie instantly reciprocate, gripping Jeff tightly in his embrace, his very happy pee-pee grinding against Jeff’s shirt while he patted Jamie’s smooth bare bum.  “That’s right baby, you’re Daddy’s good little boy now,” he cooed.  

“Jamie goo’ boy fow Daddy,” Jamie agreed as Jeff pulled out of the cuddle. 

“You sure are. But we better get that pee-pee in a diapee before you make a big mess,” Jeff told him. 

Jamie wasn’t embarrassed at all by this assertion. His capacity for comprehending modesty or privacy, let alone feeling them, had been obliterated. Instead he grabbed his erect penis and innocently played with it, declaring, “Pee-pee fwappy!” 

“Yes sweetie, it’s a very silly pee-pee for a silly boy. Now lie back for Daddy like a good boy,” Jeff directed. 

Jamie nodded dutifully, totally accepting that Jeff was in charge of him. He lay back on the changing mat on his former bed and poked at his belly button and grabbed at his toes while Daddy slipped a thick diaper under his bottom then carefully oiled up his happy pee-pee and powdered him all over. A few raspberries blown on his smooth tummy kept Jamie giggling and cheerful throughout and soon his softening pee-pee was encased in a nice new diapee.

And it was not a moment too soon. Let than a minute later, as Jeff was still cleaning up, he saw Jamie’s diaper begin to expand and discolour as the young man filled it with a lot of tinkles. Jamie himself was oblivious, his bladder control totally forgotten along with his other big boy thoughts and abilities. He just cuddled his lovely teddy and gazed up at the ceiling with his empty eyes. Jeff watched this happen and had to smile down at his new baby boy. No more tinkles on the bathroom floor, now they were contained in his nice thick diaper. 

No more clothes missing from Jeff’s closet, “borrowed” by James, no more shirts and socks left discarded all over the house since Jamie would’t be wearing anything more than his diapee around here ever again.  He wouldn’t even have a shirt or a pair of socks to take off.  And best of all, he wouldn’t even know that. It was the perfect solution because now they were both happy.  

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“Yes Daddy”

“See it’s simple kiddo. You can orgasm as much as you like this year, provided that each orgasm take less time than the previous one.”

I thought, surely this won’t be a problem, I can just slowly increment my time downwards until the end of year and have a nice steady flow of orgasms throughout.  

“Here’s the catch though, your starting time is 10 minutes.”

My eyes went wide. Ten minutes!? I’m rarely able to cum in 15! What was he thinking.  I politely raised my hand to ask. 

He acknowledged me with a curt nod “Yes Kiddo?”

I spoke nervously “But um Daddy, I can rarely cum in 15 minutes, you know that.”

He beamed. I hated how much I loved him for this one look of indulgent sadism. 

“I’m aware! We’re going to be spending this year working on your resistance training! Or weakening rather. See I figure, you’ll eventually be so desperate to go in under ten minutes, you will! You’ll do the same to break that record, and so on so forth until the end of year where you’ll hopefully barely be able to hold back your load for a full minute!”

He ended his little speech laughing, loudly. I blushed bright red, but I could definitely uh, feel myself enjoying this.  

I politely nodded. Nervously I asked “Daddy are you um, wanting me to cum prematurely?”

He chuckled some more and explained, easily “Well kiddo that’s an eventual goal yes, but for now I’m just trying to play a numbers game.”

I gave him a confused look and asked him to elaborate.   “Well kiddo, let’s say you have a naughty little day, where you cum 5 times against Daddy’s wishes. If you’re a little wimp with no staying power, you might get to spend all of a half of an hour touching yourself. Wouldn’t that be funny? Isn’t it funny now?”

He started his laughing again. I couldn’t help myself, I let a small pout cover up my face. 

He came closer and started rubbing his knuckles against my skull, playfully “Come on kiddo this will be good for you!”

I could feel a large bulge forming in my diaper. He had me, damnit. I couldn’t help but laugh. Daddy was making me feel nice. 

“Daddy ok-Hey!-Daddy it’s fine you can stop now. I see your point.”

He pulled away his knuckles and pulled me in for a hug. He leaned in to whisper into my ear “Good boy.” He reached down and started stroking my cock through my diaper, I was butter in his arms. 

“It feels so good to be a good boy, huh kiddo?”

I moaned “Yes Daddy.”

“To be Daddy’s little wimp?” He increased the stroking 

“Yes Daddy.”

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Diaper Dependence

(Found this story on the web. I thought it would be a good story to share here.)

“Can you cum in your diapers?”

That’s how it started. And to be honest, there was something…hypnotic about Troy. He was young, dynamic, charming, tender. And I was just grateful to be with him.

I nodded.

I’d always been turned on by diapers. I loved pulling my diaper down and jerking off. The feeling of the soggy padding cupping my balls and cushioning my bum would have me spurting within minutes.

But I had rarely cum in my diaper.

But at that moment, the combination of being diapered and in bed with Troy made it an automatic yes.

And so he helped me to cum. IN my diaper.

I guess I just didn’t know that it was only the first of many, many times.

He would rub me through my diaper, let me hump my diaper in bed, and he even used some kind of vibrator on my diaper until I was moaning in ecstasy.

Truth is, I thought about it a few times: “what about just jerking off like normal?” But it usually passed. Truth was, I got used to it, started anticipating it, even dreamed about it.

I worried about whether it made Troy happy. How much fun can it be if you can’t even see your partner cum?

And didn’t a young guy like Troy want to…you know, ‘fuck his brains out’?

But Troy soon became Daddy. And he was always reassuring. He was filled with praise every time I made stickies in my diapers.

I loved them. I loved my diapers. I loved filling them with my seed. I loved making Daddy happy. I loved the look of joy in his eyes when I would hump the bed, making babyish gurgling noises until I made stickies in my crinkly padding.

And then one day Daddy did something.

My diaper was wet. Daddy was cuddling me, and started rubbing my diaper. He gave me little kisses. He told me how proud he was. He told me how I was just a little boy, would always be a little boy, and that I would always be in diapers.

I was…excited. My cock was tenting my diaper. He kept rubbing through the diaper and it felt like I would soon explode.

And then…..he undid the tape. And pulled the diaper back. And reached his hand over to touch me.

He held my cock in his hand.

And my cock....went nearly instantly soft.

It deflated like some balloon. And I looked down and turned red looking at how small it seemed, and squirmed, suddenly realizing how disappointed Daddy must be. His boy couldn’t even keep an erection when Daddy wanted to play!

“Mmmm, you make Daddy so happy,” he said. And I looked up at him, blinking and confused. “Your little wee wee isn’t happy without its diaper, is it?”

I looked down at my little wee wee. And I had to agree.

“I’m sorry baby for undoing your diaper, but Daddy needed to see. I needed to check if your peepee knows how much it needs and loves diapers.”

I tried to hide my face but he pulled my hands away and gave me one of those gentle, reassuring smiles.

“So, baby, let’s remember this moment, OK? Today we learned that you need your diapers for everything. You love your diapers. Your diapers love you too. You’re not a man, and your little wee wee is only happy making little spurts in your diaper.”

I blushed, but also felt a sort of thrill inside. I nodded at Daddy and cuddled closer to him.

He did my diaper up again. And as soon as the padding was touching my cock again, it sprang to attention.

As Daddy helped me, rubbing me and holding me, the realization of how dependent I was on my diapers had a new force, a new truth. I loved my diapers, my daddy, and I felt knew that it could never, ever be another way.

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Trying on new clothes

The last thing I remember was standing in the middle of the store trying on a new shirt. As I pulled it over my head everything went black.

As I came to all I can remembered is standing in my track pants and socks, checking out an older guy as I was getting ready to put the shirt on.

Now I have no idea where I am how I got here or even how long I have been here. As I look down all I have on is an oversized baby diaper. I have no idea who put me in it or where it came from. The thing that bothers me most is it seems to be warm and wet. How did it get wet I have never wet myself before how did this happen?

You hear a noise and turn your head to see him. The cute guy that was at the store that caught your attention.

He turns and looks at you kneeling on the bed in your wet diaper and t-shirt and say's I see my boy has woken up. Do you need a fresh diaper boy? You stare in disbelief as he says this to you. Then you speak up and say NO and what in the hell happen how did I get here and who are you?

All he says is I am your new daddy, and you will be my baby boy from this day on.

You try to stand and walk to get away but your legs won't support your body. Daddy walks over to you and say's I see the muscle relaxers are still working on your body.

Your shocked to hear this and try to move but your motor skills have been taken away. At this time, you feel a warmth spreading in your diaper and realize you have no control over your bladder either.

The man that has taken your control away say's that's a good boy use your diaper like the baby you are. I will get you changed then lay you down for a nap in your new room.

He picks you up and carries you to the changing table. as he sets you down, he shoves a pacifier in your mouth and lays you back. Slowly he removes the soaking wet diaper and cleans you up. Next comes the baby powder you feel i being rubbed around and then feel the thick diaper being pulled up and fastened on. You close your eyes not wanting to see what it is happening.

Next thing you wake up in a crib dressed in a diaper and baby clothes clutching a Teddybear like a baby would.

You come to realize your adult life has ended and this hot guy is going to be your daddy. No more collage, no more adult life, no more doing as you please. You're going to be daddies little diaper boy for the rest of your life.

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I used to feel sorry for the little cuck but now I realize he’s getting exactly what he deserves: a lifetime of humiliation with no escape in sight. Don’t feel bad though- he’s brought this all upon himself. It’s extremely comical how he is hiding his face as if he hasn’t already been completely exposed on the internet!

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Always a great read thanks for posting again. What ever happened to @ruberpupthoughts? I'd like to see what is kinky mind is doing now

Puffs

Puffs

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Steven woke up warm and fuzzy, a feeling that he had learned to associate with great embarrassment.

He pulled down the waistband of his pants. Underneath, he wore a diaper with a star and spaceship pattern. The diaper was fully wet. He checked his bed, but found no signs of leaks. This time.

Steven pulled up his pants and tiptoed across the room.

“Someone need a change?” Steven’s roommate asked from his bed.

Steven groaned. “I should have never pranked you guys.”

Last month Steven’s fraternity went on a camping trip. Just a freshman, Steven thought he would prank his brothers before they got him first. That turned out to be a mistake.

Steven had packed a box of special marshmallows for the trip. The package read “Puffs” and held big doughy mallows of various colors.

He handed them out to his brothers, who scarfed them down without even bothering to roast them.

Moments later, the boys learned the marshmallows were magic.

One brother jumped in surprise. One after another, the boys felt around their crotches and butts.

“What the?” one said.

A few were bold enough to look down their pants. That’s when the cursing began.

“Is that a diaper!”

“Fuck! You too?”

The normally macho jocks spent the next hour pulling at the diapers that has mysteriously poofed around their butts. Nothing worked. Knives, scissors, even fire.

Steven had practiced hiding his grin, but it was much harder than he thought. No one knew he brought the mallows, so if he played it cool…

“Uh, guys?” Steven read the back of the package in mock surprise. “It says they won’t come off until you ‘need a change.’ And then only someone without a diaper can take it off.”

Steven enjoyed the show his brothers put on for the rest of the night. After another hour of embarrassment, his brothers finally gave in to drinking and having fun. Their beer-filled bladders soaked up their diapers by the end of the night. That’s when panic set in.

“Dude, I’m starting to leak,” on guy said. “Who can let us out?”

Steven beamed. “I didn’t eat a marshmallow. Guess I got lucky. I can help you out. For a price.”

His brothers were drunk and desperate enough to give in: Steven undid their diapers in exchange for photos. He’d have enough blackmail to be prank-proof all year.

That was before his brothers found out who brought the marshmallows in the first place.

The day after the trip, Steven’s brothers confronted him in his room. They pinned him down and shoved a mallow in his mouth. One brother deleted the photos off his phone, while another took photos of Steven.

“If you don’t want us to share these all over campus, you’ll come to us for every change. And you’ll eat another marshmallow each time.”

That was a month ago. Steven had stopped holding his bladder, instead wetting whenever he had to go. He often wet in his sleep too, so much that he started leaking on his sheets. Steven wasn’t sure if he could hold his bladder even if he wanted to.

Back in his room, Steven reluctantly accepted his brother’s offer for a change. He didn’t fight eating the mallow, knowing resistance meant a longer punishment. As the familiar, dry padding of a new diaper swelled around his butt, Steven thought of what his brothers said after the camping trip.

“We have an endless supply of Puffs, enough to keep you like this for four years. We’ll think about letting you go at the end of this semester, if you’re good.”

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“Bend over, that’s right, just like that. Now crawl over your teddy bear, lean onto it, and don’t be shy, I know you like him. I watch on the nanny cam the things you’re doing to him before you’re going to sleep.”

Daddy said and gave your diaper a little spank.

“Such a naughty boy I have. So horny. Ever since we stopped having sex you’re dumping your cum into your diapers non-stop. It seems now that you’re done with sex, you’re squirting more than ever. You do like these diapers after all. Ha, I can remember how you fought in the beginning.”

You turned your head towards Daddy, offended. Sucking a giant pacifier added a sort of confirmation to his statement.

“Shhhh but it’s in the past now. Raise your bum a little, let me see that big puffy diaper on you. It’s so thick when it’s soaked, I love it. I love it when it has width when looking at it from the side.”

Daddy looked at you, caressing your diaper. You were his praise and reward for all his hard work on you.

He broke you, piece by piece. He knew it and you knew it. Daddy won.

Now he’s admiring his baby boy.

“It looks so good on you. If only you knew from the beginning how much you fit into this role, you wouldn’t give me such a fight. You fought, but you lost, and I won.”

He said and put his index finger into your diaper, asserting his authority over your body. 

Your dick became hard. You were so used to cumming like this by now. It became your guilty pleasure, it became your new sexual behavior. You salivated more onto the pacifier guard. You just wanted one hump, that’s all, and you did.

“Oh, I know that move. My boy is horny.”

Daddy said and pushed your soaked diapered butt into the teddy bear.

“You go ahead, son. Show your Daddy how nicely you play with your toys.”

A minute later, you fell asleep on your teddy bear, sucking your pacifier. Your diaper was sticky and wet.

You were so content, as Daddy was.

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Look at @totally-diapers now. See how far Daddy pushed him, and how happy he is now.

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Beginning to wonder I'm 20yrs old should have grown out of it by now

Do they want me to still to be wetting at night ?

They insist I need to drink before bed stay hydrated but it goes against all the doctors advice. Legs up boxers off

You need your night protection on don't you son, so no wet bed in the morning

Doesn't our little boy look so cute Daddy wrapped in his Terry diaper and his onesie on, sleep like a baby son , Oh you do don't you see you in the morning

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What's wrong, baby? You told me you loved weighted blankets on our second date! They feel like a giant hug, right?

Papa's special swaddle blanket is just like a weighted blanket!

Sure, you can't move your arms or legs in it. And, yes, you can't get out of it without Papa's help. But, that's the point, kiddo!

You keep being naughty and trying to crawl over to the neighbors and tell them how I 'kidnapped' you. Very naughty behavior, little one!

So, for now, you've lost your right to move on your own. Papa's going to keep you swaddled in his special bassinet until that little brain of yours is as mushy as your diaper. I bet you won't be making any naughty calls for help then!

I kiss your forehead then flick off the lights to the nursery.

Goodnight, baby, and welcome to the rest of your life.

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Nicole snapped the picture and sighed contedly. Finally it was done. Well, there was one more step. Sending the picture to the contacts in each diaper fairy’s phone and uploading it to their Facebooks with a proclamation that they were now gay diaper lovers and please respect their orientation. And tweeting it from their accounts. Still had to do that.

But basically it was done. She’d finally gotten revenge on the two boys who had made her life hell in college by fucking her and then uploading vidoe of it online. The sex had been consensual, the video upload hadn’t. It’d ruined her life, forced her to leave college. Now, four years later, after catfishing each 25-year-old and getting them into her house and telling them that each would be arrested for rape by a cop friend of hers unless they did exatly what she said, the diaper queers had tearfully agreed.

She got both men taped into humiliating Pampers as they laid next to each other crying. “Just think,” she’d’ told them as her two diaperboys laid in front of her and she rubbed the front of their Pampers, one with each hand. “No more girls for you. No more fucking. No more pussies. No more blowjobs. At least not from girls. You two are going to be diaper fairies together. Everyone is going to think you are fags in Pampers who want to live this life. And you will live this life for at least 20 years or those horrible rape accusations will resurface. You both will be in diapers all the time. You can fuck each other. Give each other blowjobs. Spank each other. I want videos every day. You can even eventually find daddies if you want but he has to take you both in and I will still need videos. The days of chasing pussy all gone. Diapers forever.”

Now she played Spielberg and arranged the boys just perfect for the picture that would go out into the world. She wiped their tears. Didn’t want anyone thinking they didn’t want this. She positioned each diaperboy just right, told them to gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes. She loved seeing their diapered crotches inches from each other. Later she would make them hump each other with their diapered fronts until each made cummy in their Pampers. The two gorgeous guys played their roles perfectly, looking totally content as diaper fags. This was the start of their new, tortured life. She couldn’t be happier.

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The boy was patiently waiting to be changed out of his soggy night diaper but Daddy had other plans:

Let’s have some breakfast first.

That diaper can stay on until after breakfast and it won’t come of before you made your morning pushies into that diaper instead of the gnarly toilet, boy!

Completely defeated, he followed Daddy to the kitchen, tears running down his cheeks, fearful of having the last privilege of his prior adulthood taken away. He knew better not to object.

He was just a little diaper boy. Once and for all.

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In time, you found yourself calling your partner “Daddy”. At first, he asked you to do that, because he told you that you sound cute calling him that way. It was weird at first, but it eventually sat in.  One day, you woke up, still sleepy, and called “Daddy” to your daddy who was in the other room. He thought you were so cute, just like a toddler waking up, he promised you both he will buy you a pacifier. He did, and the next night he asked you to suck on it for at least 10 minutes in bed. You felt forced, but you wanted to make “Daddy” happy, so you sucked on it. It took you more than a few nights, but after a week you grow to like your pacifier, not only for bedtimes. You can’t explain it, but one day Daddy woke you up, shaking gently your shoulder. You asked “What’s wrong Daddy?” and then he grabbed your groin. You were wet, really wet. Not only your boxers but the sheets as well. He told you to get up and go get a shower. You just stayed quiet and did as you were told.

The next evening Daddy called you into the bedroom. He stood next to the bed, and a huge white diaper was on it. You tried to say no, you tried to explain it was all some kind of a mistake. You even called him by his real name, what got you a smack on your ass. He told you to say that you are sorry, and you replied “Sorry Daddy”. Daddy got your pacifier and put it in your mouth, shushing you. He told you to lay down on the bed, then he diapered you. It was the most embarrassing moment of your life.

After he was done, he told you to lay on your stomach and raise your ass a little. You were forced to suck on a pacifier, wear a huge diaper, and raise your ass. As you did this you became aroused and the feel of the diaper pressing against your manhood made you rock hard.

Daddy took a few steps back, bit his lower lip, then grabbed his crotch. It was done, from now on, you are his plaything, his boy.

Daddy spoke up and said you're going to make such a good diaper boy and make daddy so happy. From this day on you will wear whatever I lay out for you. Now get some rest before we go out to the club. I will have your clothes laid out for you when you wake up boy.

As you wake you see what daddy has laid out for you. You cringe at the thought of wearing a diaper to the club, but daddy isn't done yet. As you are setting on the bed your new daddy walks in and sets a chastity cage between your legs and say's now lay back while I get you dressed like a good boy.

As you look down you see the catheter inside the cage, and you look up at your new daddy and ask what is that?

Daddy tells you it is a catheter. Once it is inserted and the cage is locked on you, I will have full control over you. You will wear your diaper and slowly wet it with no control as the catheter will be placed inside your bladder ensuring you wet your diaper. I also noticed how excited you became when you had that diaper on so the chastity cage will ensure to keep you from becoming hard like a man.

From this day forward you will have no control. Daddy will make all decisions for you. Now make daddy proud and lay back and except your new life boy.

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My diaper is so full, will you change it for me? 😌