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littleboyash

I was a bad boy and my daddy @opapaizinho spanked my butt.

Now I'm in the "thinking corner"... so I don't do it again 🥺

opapaizinho

Daddy's little brat... 🙂‍↔️

itsmaster-emmeron

Your mind is no important

You just have to rub your diaper

You just have to let it all go inside of it

To just be a baby boy

To just be a babyfag for your Master's

slavecgn

thedominantdaddy

Face it, you’re a baby now. Back to wearing and using diapers, back to sucking on a paci and a bottle, back to eating baby food…Back to onesies and shortalls and rompers and sailor suits…Back to playing with baby toys and sleeping in a crib…back to daddy changing you, bathing you, dressing you, feeding you, bouncing you on his knee, and spanking you…There’s no getting away. You might as well just give in and be daddy’s baby boy.

slavecgn

christy43-deactivated20251006

biglittleblaze

“You can go ahead and take those undies off little one, you won’t be needing those for a while.”

bridalprincess-sissyandrea-deac

yourbuttbelongsindiapers

If you don’t think you should reblog this… you’re WRONG.

Reblog it. You belong in diapers.

maxdl

twranglers

NaughtyArmyBoi continues his journey towards being a total diaper boy. Look at the smile on his face at the movies New Years Eve. He’s enjoying this. He even got caught with his pants down, diaper exposed, plunger in his mouth! Former dom broken!

gordodraws

One hypnosis session might be far more than you bargained for!

I’ve dropped a new one-shot story for Patrons https://www.patreon.com/posts/24314425

Here’s a preview:

He switched off the TV, bringing the hypnotic patterns to an end, and crouched down lovingly bringing us almost nose to nose, before kissing mine and ruffling my hair. Joy swirled over me, and I babbled with a blush, noticing I was now dribbling down my chin. This was horrifying, like my emotions were reacting out of sync with my thought process. I felt far more babyish with him here.

I tried to speak up and ask what was going on. I needed an explanation, to know what time, or most terrifyingly to contemplate, what day it was. I wanted to think I was overreacting, disorientated from the hypnosis, that Daddy could reassure me in one swoop. But nothing escaped my lips except “Dada” and something more incomprehensible. My speech was gone.

Daddy just laughed and tickled my thigh as he carried on, lifting my shirt a little to get a good look at my diaper, before sliding his thick index and middle fingers inside the leg-guard to check how wet I was. I was the infant here and earlier it took me less than a minute to know I was wet! Why Daddy needed to poke his fingers inside mystified me, but it also knocked me down several steps, again making me squirm and swirl with pleasure, knowing he was here and had things under control. Part of me was horrified that I couldn’t make it stop, but enough of my arousal returned as I felt daddy’s fingers tickle my damp skin as they brushed past.