Diaper Fag

I’m a diaper fag should be humiliated and bullied

[diaper-fag]

Loser who wears nappies needs to be bullied

[mbdd2]

Oh my princess. You just keep proving to me time and time again how you desperately need diapers. Look at you messing your diaper. I think potty privileges are hearby revoked for good. You'll just have to get used to messing your diapers. Cry all you want, Princess, I've made my decision and it's final.

[247-diaperboy]

Diaper Dependent

The suffocating darkness behind the gimp mask was the first clear sign of my colossal mistake. You know, you could’ve done this right, gone to the Adult Clinic, become a diaper dependent that way. But I didn’t have the money, I took a cheap gamble, and this is where it got me: a straitjacketed, diapered slave.

I should’ve known better. The website screamed "suspect," his claims of a "walk-in-and-out treatment" were blatant lies. But I let my dick do the walking, and here I am. I had a chance to walk out while I was sitting in that waiting room, nervous, waiting for him. I could have gone back but I willingly followed him into his office and accepted a drink. It was spiked, of course, and I woke up like this: gagged, masked, bound, and diapered. He told me this was my life now, his diaper play slave, messing and wetting my diaper for him from this day one. Never again will I be an adult. As I listen to his words He says you will never get to touch yourself either from this day on you will only cum in your diaper, when it is allowed.

That's when I felt a strong cramp in my stomach. I knew what that meant I was about to fill the diaper like a toddler with no control whatsoever.

Before I even had a chance to mess my diaper, He stroked me to release, then, as a cruel jest, locked me in a chastity cage, keeping me constantly aroused and frustrated. This went on for what seemed like a lifetime. At last, he was satisfied that I was milked dry.

When I finally started to mess for him, I could feel the warm wet mushy mess spread all through my diaper. I lay there bound to the bed helpless in a diaper filled with my own poop and the front of it soaked with wet stickies as he called it.

As my diaper was removed, I was told once I get you all cleaned up I will bring you to the procedure room. Once in the room it will take an hour to make you 100% diaper dependent like you paid for. Once it is done you will be brought to your room and the staff will get you settled in.

He went on to tell me that every little accident earns me a spanking on my bare bottom just like the toddler you paid to be. And when you do finally earn another release, you will get milked into your wet messy diaper before you are changed.

His young male nurse/assistant kept bottle-feeding me milk mixed with laxatives to ensure I would keep wetting and messing myself with little to no control. It was explained that once the procedure was done, I would have no control and use my diapers for everything. No matter how hard I tried to control myself.

His assistant explained on the way to the procedure room that his Daddy has always wanted another boy he could use for his twisted experiments. He went on to explain that the doctor is also his daddy/lover/master with twisted desires, yet he will not allow him to do thing to him before it has been done to others to see the effects it has. He then say's then and only then is he allowed to do them to me.

Turns out I paid five thousand dollars to become his lab rat so to speak. Anything he wanted to do or try with his lover/assistant he did to me first to find out what the effects would be.

Eventually, I did become diaper-dependent, but it was a hollow victory, given where I am. Time has dulled the edge of my desperation. The hope of escape has become a distant whisper. I've grown apathetic, I guess, and now, I’m just a diaper play slave to be used for medical experiments or this sadistic doctor and his assistant/lover. I've learned to accept this twisted reality, one soiled diaper at a time.

That was 5 years ago. Now I am kept in thick diapers 24/7 and the only excitement I look forward to is when the doctor uses large toys in my messy diaper to milk my prostate adding my own sticky mess to my already messy diaper. I have not been allowed to touch or stroke myself for release. If I get to make a sticky it is always with a toy or electro stimulation. I am kept locked in chastity and always dressed in thick diapers.

[abdlboy01]

High-chaired boys: Everyone knows that a high chair is a safe place to keep your boy locked up. Many caregivers leave their boys in their high chair for long periods of time.  For that reason, it is especially important that all boys be powdered and in thick diapers before being locked into their high chair.

Please share and reblog to help get these boys’ faces out there. :)

[babypudge]

"Ah gee-whiz fellas, what do you mean where are my boy clothes? The grownups say these are my boy clothes now."

[dorothyslittlegirl]

[0pium66]

[diaper-fag]

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[daniel16h]

Which side

[camilassession-deactivated20250]

REBLOG IF YOURE A SUBMISSIVE BABY

[myblogisnamenatalie]

Exactly where he belongs lol

[dorothyslittlegirl]

[gamerpampzz]

Look what I got here! Your lunch with your name on it but before you dig in! Let me pack you some of my home made fudge brownies loser! Wait till you take a nice whiff of it!

[littlebit85]

[plasticsabrina]

diaperheads are so humiliating and so hot!

Reblog if you know that feeling and dream about it

[adultbabystories]

Are you going to crawl over here for your spanking when I call you, or do I need to get over there, throw you over my shoulder like the brat that you are, then take you into my bedroom and let you have it?

Aren't we already past your whining and crying? You were doing so well this last week. You need a spanking to keep your behavior in check.

Your past life is in the past. Your new life is with me now. You're daddy's.

[stinky-in-pinky]

“Arms in. Ankles out. That’s right, sweetpea. Just like you built it.”

You hated that she was right. You had built this monstrosity. Every plank. Every bolt. Every humiliating little measurement she’d barked out while you stood there, diapered and pink-cheeked, holding a cordless drill like a fool.

It had started when she asked for a pergola. You’d put it off. For months. Then the leaky sink. The shelves. The dog door. All conveniently forgotten.

So she gave you a different kind of project.

Now your legs are locked wide at the ankles, strapped into two thick wooden slots that make your sodden padding painfully obvious. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. Arms and legs bound, feet flat, cheeks burning. The seat creaks beneath you—still unpainted, still raw.

Just like you.

She hums behind you. Then the tray slides in with a sharp clack.

“There we go. My little handyman’s all strapped in. Can’t whine about your chores now, can you?”

She pinches your cheek, gripping it and forcing you to shake your head back and forth. “Noo!! You sure can’t!” She coos mockingly, giving you a little smack for good measure. You harumph behind your pacifier, careful not to let it fall out of your mouth, lest you earn another trip over her knee.

She sets a bowl of something gray and lumpy on the tray, then pops the pacifier out of your mouth with a soft click. Your stomach turns as you watch her pick up a spoon—not too big, so it doesn't go by too quickly, but not too small either. Just enough to make sure you get the full taste. She loads it up deliberately, the mush threatening to spill over the edges.

“Open wide, baby boy.”

You hesitate. She doesn’t.

Her fingers grip the sides of your jaw and she purrs, “Oooopen. Or should I get the feeding gag again?”

Reluctantly, your mouth parts. She shovels a sloppy spoonful in.

“There’s my big, helpful little man. Bet that mouth didn’t mind building this highchair once the cage went on, huh?”

You groan, barely able to swallow the mush without gagging.

She tsks.

“Aww. Does it taste yucky, pumpkin? Maybe you should’ve fixed the sink when I asked. Or changed the air filters. Or gotten off your lazy ass and shown me you could act like a grown-up.”

Another spoonful. It dribbles down your chin.

“So messy! Tsk tsk. Between your face, your ‘man cave’, and that soggy thing between your legs, you just can’t keep anything clean, can you?”

You glance down. The wood grain of the tray is unfinished—rough, sanded but unsealed. Your arms ache. Your thighs tremble. Your diaper crinkles shamefully with each breath.

“Oh, and since you’re such a natural at woodworking now,” she coos, wiping your chin with the back of the spoon, “Mommy’s decided what your next few projects will be.”

You blink.

She leans in, sweet as poison. “A changing table, for starters. Sturdy enough to strap down a squirmy little handyman who gets a little too handsy while his cage gets cleaned—and who’s clearly going to be needing lots of diaper changes, the way he fills them like it’s his job.”

You whimper.

“And a crib. Full-sized. Lockable. With bars you will install, since you’re so clever with those tools.”

You try to shift. Your diaper squishes. Her smile widens.

“I’ll be checking your cuts, of course. I don’t want my crinkly little carpenter getting a splinter while he’s curled up in his pretty nightie.”

Another spoon. Another whimper.

“Oh, and the pergola?” She sighs dreamily. “Still happening. But now you’ll do it with your pampers on full display, a pacifier in your mouth, and the only time you get to stop is for bottle breaks. No more ‘forgetting,’ right baby?”

You nod slowly, defeated.

“Good. Now open up. Here comes the choo-choo for my crinkly little carpenter. Chugga chugga—”

Your eyes close as the spoon slides between your lips.

She’s still humming. You can smell the fresh sawdust on your fingers.

You built this—not just the highchair, but the whole humiliating little world you’re now trapped in.

And she’s just getting started.

[stinky-in-pinky]

"Should we give him a bib?"

"Na..." Jason laughed, "I kinda like the look of the drooly BB getting his shirt all soaked with spit and cum!"

He walked closer to the sissy, stroking his hefty, 8-inch cock. The sissy recoiled in fear, whimpering and moaning something inaudible with the ring gag in his mouth. It just came out sounding like babble. 

"This is what you wanted," Jason reminded the sissy as he gripped him by the back of the hair so he could aim his dick into the gaping ring. "I have the receipts." He said as he forced the cock in her groaning mouth, "mountains of messages of you begging us to 'fuck your little f**g*t face!"

Jason emphasized his point with long, deep thrusts. Burying his dick down the pathetic sissy's throat. She choked and sputtered with the rhythm of his hips. After several seconds of "gluck gluck gluck" sounds, Jason withdrew his slimy cock. More strings of saliva stuck to it, dripping down and soaking the sissy's shirt. She leaned over, gasping for air, but wasn't given much respite before Jason yanked her up again and slammed his dick back down her throat.

This time he didn't fuck it though. Instead, he pressed it in as deep as he could and held it there. The sissy writhed back and forth. I thought I was going to have to step-in when she raised her hands up to push him off, but she apparently thought better of it, placing them back by her sides. Her eyes clenched tight, her diaper crinkled, her nose was whistling as it desperately sucked for air, but Jason plugged that too. It was virtually silent at that point other than the low hum of the plug vibrating in the sissy's asshole.

Just when I thought Jason was going to make her pass out from oxygen deprivation, he withdrew.

A loud, labored gasp came next, followed by even more lines of spit and snot.

"Get you some, Dan!" Jason said to me encouragingly.

I snapped out of whatever reverie I was in, stepping forward and stroking my dick, still wet with the sissy's saliva. 

The sissy looked up at me with tear-stained eyes. They were pleading with me. I almost felt bad. Hell, I did feel bad. But I remembered how many messages and videos the sissy sent to us, shoving all manner of dildos in and out of his holes for our entertainment. Her little girl-cock was hard as a rock the entire time. Or, at least it was before we ordered her to put it in a cage.

The blue line had formed on the diaper between her legs. But it didn't look like she had peed. Was it just from her leaking pre-cummies into her Pampers??

The little bitch wanted this, even if she didn't seem to. She was playing a part. The way all of them did when they got here. Some would be bawling like absolute losers when they left, but would schedule another session with us the very next day. Others never came back. I guess they don't really know what they're getting themselves into sometimes. Few things are as good as the fantasy they've dreamed up in their bimbo brains and rubbed their little clitties to. The reality of having a dick rammed in and out of your throat is a harsh wake-up call.

I wasn't sure what this sissy was thinking. Was he regretting the reality of it? Did he expect us to be more gentle?

It was my turn to grip him by the hair. He squeaked and whimpered. I used the head of my dick to mop up some of the drool dripping from his chin, then brought it back to his mouth.

I was the nicer one out of Jason and I. I didn't ram my cock into his mouth, even though I wanted to. 

"Stick your tongue out!" I ordered, having a little fun. The sissy sighed, but obeyed, pressing her pink, sloppy, pierced tongue out of the confines of the gag so it was on display. I slapped my dick down on it, making spittle spray and splash. I smacked it against her face, making it just as wet and sticky as the rest of her now. The sissy recoiled and sank into herself like she was the absolute scum of the Earth. But I wanted that warm mouth.

I shoved my dick in and gave her several thrusts, abusing the walls in the back of her throat. I didn't go long though, I wanted to ramp up as I was getting close to cumming.

"Pleasshh..." the sissy muttered between gasping breaths, "PleasshhH!!"

"Oh, it looks like the little slut is trying to say something!" Jason exclaimed, smiling.

"Pleashhh..." the sissy repeated, crying now. 

"'Please' what?" I asked, ready for her to tap out.

"Pleashh...pleashh..." the sissy slurped the spit around the metal rings, "Pleasshhh....fuck me harder!!"

Jason and I both exchanged glances, then roared with laughter.

I shrugged, looking down at the pathetically desperate sissy, and shoved my dick deep into her mouth. 

"As you wish!"