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you get an ad about diapers and its just like FINE JEEZ stop FORCING ME ALREADY ill BUY THEM
After a few mornings like this, it’s time to consider nighttime protection. Going back into nappies is never easy. Most adults will find it at least a bit humiliating, but freedom from pee soaked bedding and nightwear is a big plus.
You tried to hold yourself, you tried not to give Daddy the satisfaction. It took weeks, not months like Daddy predicted, and finally he enjoyed watching you from work, using his online baby camera.
He said it would eventually happen, he said you’re going to love your diapers so much that you’ll use them to their fullest, even for your sexual satisfaction. He trapped you in your diapers, he forced them on you, you were obliged to wear them. But you didn’t have to go all the way in them, eventually, you wanted to.
You were denied any sexual interaction. Not only with Daddy, but even with yourself. You weren’t allowed to reach the inside of your diaper, and Daddy was the only one allowed to touch your tiny penis during diaper changes. Even when you had a stiffy while Daddy cleaned you, he ignored it because it wasn’t worth lingering on for even a minute. Sometimes that feeling messed so much with your mental state, you began to tear and sob behind your pacifier, as you oozed clear precum that Daddy just wiped off.
And now, after weeks of regression and reprogramming you to be the baby that you are, Daddy is watching his baby boy finally understand his new place in the world. A baby who is obeying his Daddy's rules and using his diapers to the fullest, as a good boy should. Not a man, a baby.
While you hump your diaper at home, finally giving your body the attention that it needs, Daddy closed his office door and told his secretary not to let anybody in because he’s busy. He sat down in front of his widescreen and reached for his big cock.
That is what he wanted, one of the perks of having you. Enjoying himself while watching his baby boy enjoy being himself, even from work.
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matt's camera is capturing and uploading things on his Twitter account. @ PaddedDreams
Bringing my stuffie on a hike was amazing. I got to show him all the water nature has to offer
Babies can't touch themselves.
Babies should only hump their pillows and their stuffies. (With mommy/daddy's premission ofc.)
The only hands that should be touching baby's baby parts are mommy/daddy's hands.
Babies only get to use big kid toys as a rewards.
Bratty babies should be edged by mommy/daddy until they are fully regressed, crying, and whining from how good it feels, and from how badly they want to cum.
Babies should always have patted mittens on their hands to stop them from touching without premission.. and preferably lockable mittens that mommy/daddy holds the key to.
Baby should be sat down on mommy/daddy's lap as they hold baby's hips and guide them to grind on their lap. <3
Disobedient Son
You heard me and didn’t obey Max! Now you have to wear diaper 24/7 until I decide you’ve been a good boy and learned your lesson.
Oh, yes! You will use your diapers both ways. I have already sent a package along with supplies to your teacher when you need a change at school.
Of course I told your teacher. Might as well, since you will be in diapers 24/7. You should get to telling your friends before I do because, one way or another everyone will know that you are a naughty baby boy.
It's dry.....
Mostly.....
Nothing melts me faster then having my CG point out that my diaper is peeking out over my shorts 😳
Baggy jeans aren’t just a fashion choice, they’re great for hiding diapers
Who needs pants when the rest of the outfit is so cute?
There is no better feeling than having a day off, getting out of the shower, and changing directly into this outfit for the day. 🫠
Daddy put me in front of a big TV and left the room. It says that I’m not allowed to look away. The screen is flickering, the lights are flashing, the colors are almost blinding. Teddy bears are dancing, singing for me to keep on sucking my thumb. Commanding me not to stop humpping my wet diaper.
Was Daddy right? Why am I liking this video so much? It’s not the first video that he showed me, but it was the most powerful one. I’ve never seen such an amazing thing in my life.
I want to suck my thumb so much. My face turns red. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or lack of breath. I’m drooling on the bib, Daddy was smart enough to put one on me.
And the diaper. The diaper felt so good. Pressing on me, on my peepee, the onesie tucking it all. I never felt so sexual, so aroused.
Is this my sexual prime? Humping a diaper like a loser, climaxing any second to bears singing in my ears that babies like me do everything in their diapers?
Why does it feel so good? Why can’t I take my eyes off the screen?
I don’t want to. But I’m so close. I don’t want to. But I’m so close. I’m such a dumb baby. I’m such a dumb baby. I’m such a
------------------------------- You need to check diaper_slut95 page on X! After Daddy's treatment, he does all kinds of stuff there.
LUNCHTIME
"C'mon champ, just have a few spoonfuls and maybe I'll consider letting you have some apple slices and cheese cubes too, okay?"
"NO! This stuff is yucky! I'm not eating it, and you can't make me!"
"Baby Boy, I know you're upset, so I'm going to ignore the fact that you just went way over your spoken word limit for the day - although I know a certain crinkly chatterbox who'll be sporting a paci-gag during his stroller session at the park this afternoon.
This is what's for lunch. If you don't want it, then I guess you'll just have extra room in your tummy at..."
DINNERTIME
"Listen, Buster Brown, being our bouncing baby boy is your only job around here and commitment to our respective roles isn't something we take lightly in this household!
I hope you like your new mealtime accessories, because they'll be getting a lot of use from now on. Did our padded lil' picky eater think those cute star cutouts on the sides of his highchair were just for decoration? Guess again, Mr. Stinky-Pants. Looks like we'll need to order an extra strap to keep your feet anchored in the center - enjoy flailing your 'little piggies' around while you still can, wiggle-worm.
Now then, if you expect us to keep working jobs while you fill your pants in the baby bouncer all day and continue to pay for the 'privilege' of wiping and powdering your smooth little bottom on a daily basis - not to mention kissing boo-boos, cleaning Cheerios out of your carseat and reading bedtime stories - it isn't going to come without some tradeoffs to help balance things out.
We are the adults, and we are the ones who get to enjoy certain adult pleasures and entitlements - eating for enjoyment and not simply for nutrition being just one of them. The mature members of this family have made our decision and we are fully committed to transitioning our little bundle of joy away from the grownup privilege of solid foods permanently - whether he likes it or not.
Just like our sex-life is enhanced by watching the baby monitor every evening after 7pm, while our cute little crinkle-cuck thrusts away while locked in his crib, trying and failing to create any resistance between the thick memory foam topper and his hefty Huggies, heatedly humping away with what little mobility the ankle restraints allow in a futile attempt to get any relief from his chastity cage - so too will we savor every bite of our big-boy foods after seeing you endure eating your goopy glop while strapped into the highchair 3 times a day.
We tried to do it the easy way, let you go at your own pace, but unlike your locked little boy parts, it seems you only know how to do things the hard way. When will you learn that refusing to dip your toes into the water when we instruct you to do something is always going to get your squishy butt tossed directly into the deep end, my soggy lil' swimmer?
I think we'll start by making sure all your Kale & Spring Peas goes bye-bye, especially since I put some light sedatives into it that'll help relax your gag reflex and calm you down a little, though they probably won't kick in until at least half-way through.
Then, we'll move onto your main course of Boiled Turkey & Butternut Squash. Unlike lunchtime, I didn't add any seasoning to it, so it'll be extra gentle on baby's stomach!
Hopefully you'll still have room for that nummy bowl of Mixed Berries & Beets afterwards. Remember, only good boys who finish all their food get changed into nice clean diapers for beddy-bye.
That shouldn't be a problem though. With all the laxatives in those bottles, there should be plenty of empty space in your system by the time we reach dessert!
Now open up those hanger doors real wide, my hungry little man, because Mickey's plane is coming in for a landing - and he's not taking "no" for an answer!
...Hmmm, looks you're going to need a bigger bib, mess-maker."
LUNCHTIME
"C'mon champ, just have a few spoonfuls and maybe I'll consider letting you have some apple slices and cheese cubes too, okay?"
"NO! This stuff is yucky! I'm not eating it, and you can't make me!"
"Baby Boy, I know you're upset, so I'm going to ignore the fact that you just went way over your spoken word limit for the day - although I know a certain crinkly chatterbox who'll be sporting a paci-gag during his stroller session at the park this afternoon.
This is what's for lunch. If you don't want it, then I guess you'll just have extra room in your tummy at..."
DINNERTIME
"Listen, Buster Brown, being our bouncing baby boy is your only job around here and commitment to our respective roles isn't something we take lightly in this household!
I hope you like your new mealtime accessories, because they'll be getting a lot of use from now on. Did our padded lil' picky eater think those cute star cutouts on the sides of his highchair were just for decoration? Guess again, Mr. Stinky-Pants. Looks like we'll need to order an extra strap to keep your feet anchored in the center - enjoy flailing your 'little piggies' around while you still can, wiggle-worm.
Now then, if you expect us to keep working jobs while you fill your pants in the baby bouncer all day and continue to pay for the 'privilege' of wiping and powdering your smooth little bottom on a daily basis - not to mention kissing boo-boos, cleaning Cheerios out of your carseat and reading bedtime stories - it isn't going to come without some tradeoffs to help balance things out.
We are the adults, and we are the ones who get to enjoy certain adult pleasures and entitlements - eating for enjoyment and not simply for nutrition being just one of them. The mature members of this family have made our decision and we are fully committed to transitioning our little bundle of joy away from the grownup privilege of solid foods permanently - whether he likes it or not.
Just like our sex-life is enhanced by watching the baby monitor every evening after 7pm, while our cute little crinkle-cuck thrusts away while locked in his crib, trying and failing to create any resistance between the thick memory foam topper and his hefty Huggies, heatedly humping away with what little mobility the ankle restraints allow in a futile attempt to get any relief from his chastity cage - so too will we savor every bite of our big-boy foods after seeing you endure eating your goopy glop while strapped into the highchair 3 times a day.
We tried to do it the easy way, let you go at your own pace, but unlike your locked little boy parts, it seems you only know how to do things the hard way. When will you learn that refusing to dip your toes into the water when we instruct you to do something is always going to get your squishy butt tossed directly into the deep end, my soggy lil' swimmer?
I think we'll start by making sure all your Kale & Spring Peas goes bye-bye, especially since I put some light sedatives into it that'll help relax your gag reflex and calm you down a little, though they probably won't kick in until at least half-way through.
Then, we'll move onto your main course of Boiled Turkey & Butternut Squash. Unlike lunchtime, I didn't add any seasoning to it, so it'll be extra gentle on baby's stomach!
Hopefully you'll still have room for that nummy bowl of Mixed Berries & Beets afterwards. Remember, only good boys who finish all their food get changed into nice clean diapers for beddy-bye.
That shouldn't be a problem though. With all the laxatives in those bottles, there should be plenty of empty space in your system by the time we reach dessert!
Now open up those hanger doors real wide, my hungry little man, because Mickey's plane is coming in for a landing - and he's not taking "no" for an answer!
...Hmmm, looks you're going to need a bigger bib, mess-maker."
Over a week with no orgasms, locked in chastity and coloring while thinking about how good it would feel to have sex.
It’s frustrating as hell…
But you wouldn’t trade this for a normal relationship, would you? 🤭
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Levels of Diaper Check
🤐 Level 0- They quietly ask if you're wet.
🖐️Level 1- They lightly grope the outside of your pants to see how damp they feel while you play in the park.
↩️ Level 2- They pull back your waistband and loudly ask if you pooped in the grocery store.
⬇️ Level 3- They pull your pants all the way down, revealing your entire diaper and tell you how destroyed it is. They do not care if you're at the mall with your friends.
👀 Level 4- You aren't allowed to wear pants anymore, so it's obvious to everyone how poopy you really are. Any adult could check your diaper from across the room.
Daddy and Mommy make you recite affirmations every morning before they change you:
I belong in diapers.
I need to be in diapers.
I love to be in diapers.
I want to be in diapers.
I am never getting out of diapers.
They say it helps with good behavior.