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@diaperedbottom247
Wearing the nappy itself doesn't bother me
I do need them, but why do they make me wear white jogging bottoms
The bulge around the back is much more noticeable and when
The inevitable happens, I can't get away with just saying sorry "Farted" the brown staining is much more visible and god for bid I don't get it changed before it starts to leak, they certainly wont be white
Derek Williams was a troubled young man to say the least. He had been breaking homes since he was 15. Derek had been caught by the police before, but not like tonight.
Derek only looked back at me in horror as he left with the police in a very soggy diaper. The police held their laughter, as Derek complained about needing diapers.
“Officer, I swear that tightwad made me forget how to use a toilet. Oh, man I’m so horny now in my wet diaper,” whinned Derek.
“Yeah sure, Derek. I guess we’ll need to keep you locked in a crib when we get to jail,” laughed Derek.
“Alright fine. You win, I’ll agree to your terms,” cried Derek.
“Officers, you can let him go. I think he’s ready to conform to his new life as a baby boi,” I said smiling.
Derek hung his head as he forced into a room where there were cartoon characters all over the wall. Crying as the police left, he looked at me as I reentered his nursery.
“Now Derek, I heard you prized being a ladies’ man. I think you’ll forget how to be a ladies’ man now. Instead, I’ll make you a Daddy’s Boi permanently. In fact, I’ll start right now,” I added as I pushed play and let him listen to every children’s song I could find.
He didn’t have a great day. Work was shit. His girlfriend was nagging him about making more money. His parents were bitchin at him to go back to school and his car took a shit on the way over. He just wanted to kick back with a few beers to forget the day and hang out for a while. We talked for a bit, played some X-box and started watching a movie. One of the first scenes in the movie featured a college-aged guy talking about needing a blowjob to which he chuckled, raised his beer to the TV and said, “I get that.” I knew then I had my opening so I quickly offered to suck him off. He hesitated for a few seconds but then said, “Fuck man, if you’re serious man, that’d be amazing. You won’t tell anyone though, will ya? Kat definitely can’t find out about this or she’ll kick my ass.”
And so it was to be our little secret, I knelt on the floor in front him, pulled his shoes off, and undid his belt as he looked down with a smirk on his face. I opened the fly on his jeans and pulled them off of him, tossing them on the floor a few feet away. He sat there, seemingly already happier than he was just a few minutes ago. I pressed my face into his boxers, breathing in his musky scent and letting my mouth explore the thin cotton, taking the his cockhead between my lips. I felt his hand rest on the back of my head, gently caressing my hair as his cock began to swell. I managed to coax it through the fly on his boxers, giving me the opportunity to wrap my lips around the head of his cock for the first time. He let out a massive sigh as his cock continued to grow. I allowed inch after inch to enter my mouth as it grew harder, his hand on the back of my head the entire time, guiding me down the length of his dick. I licked and sucked at the head of his cock which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy. He leaked precum like crazy as I felt it coat the inside of my mouth. Salty and sweet, which only made me hungry for more. I took my time to enjoy him and he seemed in no rush for things to end. I bobbed up and down on his cock, slowly taking the full length of him down my throat, my nose pressed against his boxers, into the pubes that were protruding from the fly. I continued the slow steady service, enjoying his cock as much as he was enjoying my mouth. Although quiet through much of the service he was receiving, he finally spoke up to say, “make me cum.”
I wasted no time, immediately picking up my pace, determined to finally taste his load. I took his cock in one hand, grasping it tightly as I moved my mouth and hand in unison on his cock. He reacted immediately, throwing his head back, raising his hips off the couch and tightening his grip on my head. He moved my head up and down on him, pushing his cock all the way down my throat before yanking me up by my hair, leaving just the tip of his dick in my mouth before pushing me all the way back down. At that point, it was less about me making him cum and more about him simply using my mouth as a toy to get himself off. After only a minute or two, he began to mutter, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” He held my head in place as his cock throbbed, shooting hot spurts of cum into my mouth. “Ugh, fuck! Take it. Take my load.” I held his cum in my mouth, allowing him to finishing unloading before taking it all down my throat in one giant gulp. His cum tasted sweet and salty just like his precum, leaving my mouth filled with the taste of him. I spent a few minutes slowly working his cock, milking every last drop of his cum out of him that I could. He loosened his grip in my hair, let his hand fall to his side and again smirked at me as I continued to softly suck his cock.
“Fuck, thanks man. That was amazing. I definitely needed that.”
“So did I,” I admitted. “Thanks for letting me suck you.”
He chuckled a bit, gave me that same smirk and replied, “You can suck it anytime you want man, anytime!”
When my cousin told me to meet him and a few buddies that night I wasn’t sure what they had in mind. I had blown my cousin a few times when we were younger but we hadn’t fucked around in years. When I showed up that night, it was cool. We hung out, had a few beers, and sat around a fire just shootin the shit. It wasn’t until the fire was almost out that my cousin brought up our younger days. Trips with our families, holidays spent together…that kinda thing.
I was shocked when he paused for a minute and said, “And, remember all those times you sucked my dick?” I froze for second, not knowing what the reaction from his buddies was going to be but they all kinda chuckled and took another drink from their beers. My cousin stood up, walked over to me, stood in front of me, grabbed his dick through his shorts and said, “Maybe you should suck it for me again.”
The vibe had changed and I knew he wasn’t really asking. His friends still sat silent, sipping on their beers as my cousin continued to rub his cock through his shorts. I hesitated for only a few seconds before I dropped to my knees, pulled his shorts and underwear down and began to suck my cousin’s cock. He was just as big and hard as I remember him although it had been years. He grew rock hard quickly as I wrapped my lips around him, enjoying the taste of his cock I had sucked so many times before. He let out a huge sigh as I moved my mouth up and down his stiff prick, allowing it to press into my throat a few times. Within minutes he was grunting and managed to mutter, “I’m gonna shoot.” just before he dumped a thick, salty load of cum into my mouth. I swallowed his cum just as I used to remembering how much he loved having his cum swallowed.
“Fuck, just as good as I remember, maybe better even. Guys, you gotta try out his mouth. He’s fuckin great at suckin dick.”
With that, my cousin returned his cock to his shorts and sat back down in his chair to polish off his beer. One of his buddies was standing in front of me almost instantly. I gave him the same amazing head I had just given my cousin. His cock was thicker but i was still able to swallow it all. He came fast and hard and without warning but I still managed to swallow his full load before he too returned to his chair.
My cousin’s other friend was a bit of a different story. He too wasted no time positioning himself in front of me but as I lowered his shorts I noticed the size of his cock and instantly knew he was far bigger than the other two. As it grew it easily filled my mouth. He seemed to enjoy making me choke and gag on it and at one point asked, “Can I fuck your face.” I couldn’t speak so I gave him a look to let him know I was good with it. He grabbed my head and held it tight. He took no time at all to begin pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. He definitely enjoyed making me gag on it and each time I did he chuckled a bit, egging me on and saying things like “Choke on it, faggot, take my cock you slut.” I could hear the other guys starting to egg him on, “Fuck yeah Kyle, choke that fucker. Make him gag.” He seemed to enjoy the encouragement from the other guys and got rougher as the minutes passed. Slaps to my face, his cock roughly pushing into my mouth and throat, the name calling, spitting on me, holding my nose closed as he filled my throat. He was absolutely in control and I was loving it. The abuse went on for a solid 10 or 15 minutes before his pace changed. He went silent, his thrusts more deliberate. After a few minutes he filled my mouth with a thick, creamy load of cum, the kind of load I crave. “Swallow it faggot, eat my cum” he said as I looked up at him while allowing his cum to slide down my throat. He stayed there, standing in front of me, his cock still filling my mouth, still pushing into my throat. “Fuckin A Cory, you said your cousin was a good cocksucker but fuck, dude is a pro.” Kyle stayed standing in front of me, cock still in my mouth as it softened. I heard him let out another huge sigh as I felt my mouth begin to fill with a hot stream. It took me a second to realize he was pissing in my mouth but I knew instantly that I was expected to swallow his piss too.
“Holy fuck Kyle, are you pissing in his mouth?” the other guys said as they laughed.
“Yep, and the little faggot seems to like it, don’t you faggot? Can’t get enough of my dick juices can ya.”
Once again I couldn’t respond other than to mutter “Mm-hmm” as he continued to piss into my mouth. “Good boy, drink up. I’m guessin the other guys are gonna want to try this too.”
This was the crew that helped do the siding on my grandmother’s house. I knew one of them…and had blown him a few times in the past so I wasn’t surprised when he needed to cum during the siding job. I would eventually get each of them to dump a load down my throat but on the final day of the job I walked outside to find them all standing there, after having compared notes about the cocksucker that took care of each of them….me. That afternoon turned into an hour long suckfest in grannie’s garage as each of them took turns using my mouth…rougher than they had before. It wasn’t so much about me blowing them it was more about each of them fucking my throat, showing off in front of each other. Lots of fists in my hair, slaps to the face, name calling, etc….and I loved every minute of it.
Thas ma name, don’t ware it out
First thing I see when opening my bedroom closet.
Blackpool pride.... 🌈
I can't be trusted with normal pyjamas anymore or to go to bed without a thick diapee 😖🥺
Another pic taken by a good DL friend of mine. It was taken at Venice Beach. I was showing off a new move I had learned and he got this good shot in. I like how it depicts the “Normality” of the pic. Just a normal guy having fun, not caring that his unusual underwear revealed to any onlookers. This is my favorite so far. I’m gonna have to to get back in contact with him to get some more shots and catch up.
P.S. This was before I even discovered my little side. At the time I was just your everyday teenager who just happen to wear diapers.
Fantastic good picture.
I love PDDs! Public displays of diapers!
2 of my favorite things 😍
Lego & Diapers
Bob was walking along the footpath with his girlfriend Marie when they encountered an odd sight. Another couple was approaching them from the other direction. There was a young woman who looked normal enough, but she was leading a man by the hand. The man, though much taller than the woman, was clearly being led. He was wearing baby blue bib overalls with a big applique yellow ducky on the bib. The fully grown man was shirtless under the overalls and was padding along in bare feet as well, the legs cuffed up over his ankles to protect them from the wet footpath.
“What on Earth is that?” Bob whispered to Marie as they approached the couple.
Marie couldn’t help but chuckle too. “A bit early for Halloween isn’t it?” she whispered back.
The woman noticed them staring though and while they both quickly tried to avert their gaze it was too late, they were caught.
“He’s quite a cutie-pie isn’t he?” she announced, not seeming to be embarrassed in the slightest.
“I’m sorry?” Marie responded, taken aback.
“My little Danny boy here. He’s awful silly looking I know, but isn’t it darling?”
“I… um, yeah, he does look silly,” Marie agreed.
“Is it for a party?” Bob managed to ask.
The woman chuckled and shook her head, like that was a ridiculous idea. The man just gaped slack-jawed at them and, yes, that was drool on his chin, dripping onto the bib of his overalls. His eyes were just completely empty of comprehension, of any kind of complex thought.
“No, Danny here is all done with parties I think. We had a big office party coming up, but I don’t think he’ll be going back to work there again,” she mused.
“Oh?” Marie said.
The woman nodded. “Danny’s an accountant you see. Well, I guess he used to be one anyway. All those numbers, all those sums. I don’t think little Danny could count to three now, even if he used his fingers or toesies. Isn’t that right dear? Can you tell Mummy how many toesies you have?” she asked the drooling man.
Danny gaped down at his bare toes, wiggling on the wet, dirty pavement of the footpath. “Dem feets!” he babbled brightly, smiling a big idiotic grin.
The woman laughed and gestured at them as though to say her point was proven.
“Right, well, we have to be um, going,” Bob interjected, wanting to end the awkward encounter.
“Oh, of course. But do look out for the street magician. He’s just down a block or so. Danny loved his show, didn’t you sweetie?”
“Sweepy timeth!” the grown toddler announced cheerily.
Marie and Bob just nodded and smiled indulgently as the woman led the giggling, drooling man-toddler past them.
“Well that was something,” Bob commented.
“You can say that again,” Marie agreed as they continued on their way.
Sure enough a block along they noticed a man standing on the footpath behind a box for donations. He was wearing a magician’s top hat and black coat with tails. Upon noticing the arriving couple he bowed to them and greeted, “Hello lady and gentleman, I am the Great Mesmeri. Would you like a little show?”
Bob rolled his eyes but Marie held him back and whispered, “It’s best just to be polite, let him do a trick.”
“Fine, whatever,” Bob agreed.
“Lovely,” the magician pronounced as they stopped. “Now I’m not really here to pull a rabbit from my hat. But I am going to make a transformation. But first, I have told you my name. Would you tell me yours?”
“I’m Marie and this is Bob,” she answered while Bob tried not to look too bored.
“Wonderful a pleasure to meet you Marie,” the magician followed up, reaching out his hand.
Marie reached out to shake it, but as she did Mesmeri grabbed her wrist and brought her hand right to her face. “Just look at the palm and focus on the point right in the very centre of it, right on the lines at the centre of the palm, focusing as intently as you can, as tightly as you can.”
Bob was surprised to see Marie actually looking intensely at her own palm. The Mesmeri reached his free hand around and tapped the back of her head roughly while also shoving her hand forward to touch her face, all while ordering, “Sleep!”
And just like that Marie’s head dropped limply forward, chin touching her chest, shoulder slumping, whole body clearly relaxed.
“Very good Marie, now in a minute you’re going to wake up and remember that you’re out for a lovely walk with your sweet little baby boy Bobby. He used to be your grown-up boyfriend, but he isn’t anymore and that’s perfectly fine, it’s just lovely, because he is the most playful, sweet little tot and you love him so deeply, so completely just as he is. You love that he’s totally dependent on you for everything, that he can’t care for himself at all.”
Bob didn’t like this one bit. Marie wasn’t fighting back at all, she seemed to be just soaking up this nut’s words. He wasn’t just going to stand there and let him do that to her.
“Now hold on a second…” Bob snapped, grabbing Mesmeri’s arm.
In a flash the magician grabbed Bob’s hand, yanking it forward but down, pulling his head right next to Mesmeri’s. And then the magician whispered in his ear, “Deep sleep,” and snapped his fingers next to Bob’s other ear.
It was all so disorienting. Bob didn’t know why but his body seemed to just give in, going all relaxed. His head slumped forward and he fought it so hard, but the feeling of exhaustion and sleepiness was too much and he just found himself drifting off.
**
Bob woke up to the feeling of sticky warm air on his legs, the solid and wet pavement under the soles of his bare feet, the warm wetness of a soaked diaper around his bottom, pressed against it by the soft cotton of the onesie he now wore.
He lifted his head off his chest, awareness returning fully. They were still right there, on the street. But they weren’t alone anymore. Others had stopped to watch the show. They were smiling, enjoying it, thinking this was all normal, that Bob was probably in on it.
He wanted to complain, to call out and tell these people it was no show, he hadn’t consented to be dressed in this ridiculous outfit. But there was something in his mouth, a pacifier, a huge one, big enough for his adult size. And he was sucking on it. He couldn’t stop. He mumbled around it, but couldn’t say a word.
He blushed bright red as the small crowd laughed and laughed. A little boy was pointing and calling, “He wet his diaper! Lookit, he wet his diaper like a baby!”
Then Mesmeri snapped his fingers next to Marie’s ear and she woke back up instantly. She looked over at Bob in his crazy outfit and she didn’t laugh like the others. He could see the love in her eyes. She smiled and went to his side and gave him a huge cuddle, like no one was even watching.
Then he felt her hand patting his thickly diapered bum and she cooed, “Have you made a present for Mummy? Is there a boom-boom in your diapee yet?”
Bob wanted to scream, wanted to deny any such loss of control, but he was still muffled by the binkie he couldn’t spit out. He could only shake his head.
“No boom-booms yet?” Marie said, sounding disappointed. “That’s okay, I’m sure you’ve at least made some tinkles haven’t you? Oh yes, that’s a warm diapee,” she cooed as she pushed her hand on the front now.
Bob stepped back, willing this humiliation to end. Mesmeri came to his side, smiling still, clearly enjoying this all.
“Do you want the shame to stop?” he whispered to Bob. “I’ll leave it up to you, when it ends.”
“Now!” Bob managed to mumble around the giant pacifier.
“Really? You’re sure. You know you can’t take it back.”
“Now!” Bob repeated desperately.
Mesmeri shrugged. “Okay, your choice. Danny lasted five minutes before he asked for me to take his shame away.”
Bob blinked in confusion. Take his shame away? He remembered Danny now, the grown man giggling and smiling as he drooled all over himself. No, that wasn’t what he meant!
Mesmeri stroked his hand over Bob’s head and said, “Happy time for Bobby.”
It was a delightful release. It wasn’t prolonged or painful as Bob might have feared. No, it was all over in an instant. That was a mercy really, having it done so quickly, no time to think about it, to be scared. One second he was Bob, angry, ashamed, trapped. And then Mesmeri’s hand left his head and he was Bobby. He was happy and silly and out for a lovely walk with Mummy.
Bobby grinned around his binkie as soon as Mesmeri’s hand left his head. He wriggled his bare toesies against the pavement, then he turned and ran wide-legged staight for the biggest puddle and jumped right into it, hopping up and down and giggling his head off as he made splashes.
Soon the crowd had disappeared, Mesmeri vanishing along with them and Bobby was left to splash in the puddle to his heart’s content. Only Mummy was there to watch him play now, but that didn’t matter, she was all he needed anyway.
“Spwish-Spash!” he crowed brightly around his dummy.
“Yes sweetie, you’re a very splashy, messy boy,” Marie agreed, smiling and taking a photo of her adorable little one on her phone.
“Yep, this one’s going straight on Facebook,” she told Bobby.
The young man kept splashing. He didn’t mind, didn’t care that all his old friends would soon see how far he’d fallen. He didn’t even know what Facebook was. He didn’t even understand how Mummy’s phone worked. He had more important concerns, like getting himself soaked from head to toe.
You used to be able to stay awake all day but now you could barely manage a few hours. Whether through psychological reinforcement or some compound he added to your regular bottle feedings, Daaddy had ensured that you had the same sleep schedule as the infant he wanted you to be.
Whatever he'd done had affected your moods too. When you fought it, you reacted just as any cranky toddler would---with tears and a sour attitude. Daddy rewarded that attitude with an extra large bottle feeding, guaranteed to result in an overfull diaper. He seemed to like it.
