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@diapersissy19
Diapered Sissy :)
it always finds that wearing a thick diaper with some sissy gear makes it feel more like a faggot, and also amuses Real Men! it’s a win-win! there’s no denying what it is when it’s diaper is on display under a frilly petticoat skirt.
yes, it is a diaper faggot
there’s something important that it wants to share with you - it is a diaper faggot. it learned a few years ago in its faggot journey that it belongs in diapers. and now, several years on, as it writes to you as a diaper-dependent faggot, sitting in its wet diaper typing this, it can assure you it’s very happy with the choice it made to embrace the diapered lifestyle.
can it be a big life change at times? sure, and it will get to that in a minute, but the sense of security, convenience, faggot purpose and happiness it gets knowing that it is in diapers, and needs diapers, makes it worth it - every day. it knew that wearing diapers was a natural progression for a faggot like it. it spent years of its early adult life thinking about trying diapers. something about them intrigued it and seemed fitting, but as with many faggots coming to terms with what they are, it was nervous at first to try them. it ordered a case of diapers as a trial, and interestingly, after it began talking with its Daddy, He told it that He thought it should be in diapers. well, it was kind of floored - it told Him that it did have diapers at home already, and He wasn’t surprised. He told it to begin wearing its diapers on a regular basis, and it did.
wearing diapers regularly, it immediately felt a sense of safety and security from being padded up. the thick diapers were like a constant hug, and a constant reminder that it wasn’t supposed to use the toilet. Real Men use the toilet, and it is not a Man, so it belonged in diapers. it didn’t need to use the toilet, it was wearing its toilet. so diapers just felt right and natural. (it must note though, that it has met some Men who choose to wear diapers as a convenience and comfort, and it respects, understands and supports that choice - diapers do not immediately mean one is a faggot). as it continued to wear diapers daily and at night, it became second nature for it to wet or mess itself, and that became a constant reminder of its place as an inferior faggot. relatively quickly, it found that it was wetting unconsciously at night and throughout the day without any thought. it would be doing housework and without warning, it would find itself messing its diaper. it had the realization that it now needed diapers, or risk wetting or messing its pants if it tried to pretend to be a Man in regular briefs or boxers. it’s a very important and somewhat jarring realization that one has effectively un-potty trained and needs to be in diapers. its such a real and constant reminder that it isn’t a Real Man.
how have Men reacted? surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, most Men haven’t had an issue with it. its Daddy and Boss have both been supportive and encouraging, and help remind it that its natural for a faggot to be in diapers, and that it needs diapers now. some Men have found it amusing or even laughable when they find out its a diapered faggot. and conveniently, a diaper hides away its pathetic excuse for a penis while its providing cocksucking services. and if it needs to offer up its pussy, its relatively easy for a Man to pull down the back of the diaper to use its cunt.
wearing diapers as a lifestyle does require some changes, pun intended, and adjustments to one’s routine. there will be a low level crinkling and slight waddle as it walks, and its had to accept that. people will likely realize or find out that there are diapers under that bulge in the pants or emanating a slight smell - even if it tries to hide it with baggy pants. so acceptance of wearing diapers is key. not caring if people know. also key is making sure that there’s always a diaper change ready. it’s had to become comfortable with the fact that it will wet itself while its out, and there’s always the chance it will mess its diapers too. in case it wasn’t clear - yes, it both wets and messes its diapers without much control. that’s why it carries a diaper bag (as simple as a backpack with a change and diaper supplies in it) and also keeps spare diaper supplies in its car. remember - accidents happen!
so, yes, its a diapered faggot. is it pathetic? yes. is it embarrassing? sure. is it comforting and safe and helps it accept its place? absolutely. so, feel free to ask any questions Y/you may have, it’s always happy to answer!
- faggot
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After four years of chastity you didn't care if you had been left at home in a diaper while your wife (now your Mommy) met with her boyfriend.
All that mattered was that she'd taken the cursed cage off, and you could finally feel your little clit harden and press against the all-too-familiar padding of your nighttime diaper.
You recalled her parting words before she'd left:
"Show me you have an ounce of willpower by not cumming in your diaper! Can you do that, baby? Resist rubbing your silly little clitty? Are you big enough?"
Then she stood back and put a finger to her chin in feaux thought.
"Of course, I can't have you getting too big for your britches...oh! I know! Why don't you have a sopping wet and soiled diaper ready for me by the time I get home...to show how humble my silly baby is!"
And then she'd gone.
Right know she was no doubt writhing and screaming as she climaxed over and over. Even fleeting thoughts of her naked body, glistening with the sweat of hot sticky sex had you dripping your 'preemie juice' into your diaper.
You carefully rubbed the front of your dry nappy every once in a while...just enough to enjoy the sensation. It felt so good...it took all you had not to rub yourself until you spurted your tiny loser-load into your pampers.
The hours dragged on. Your bladder ached and it was taking so much of your concentration just to hold in what your Mommy now forced you to call 'poopies'.
Finally, 11:50. Now you could obediently fill your diaper, avoiding your punishment, while having stayed dry for as long as possible.
Your aching bladder released like a dam, thoroughly drenching the front and back of your diaper. Now free from your cage you could actually feel what you had never been able to appreciate before.
The Jell-O-like consistency of the swollen diaper...the hot, wet, slippery padding made even more slippery with hours of leaking precum....it felt so incredible on your desperate genitals.
You tentatively reached your hand down, as if about to pet a dangerous animal. Just a single touch couldn't hurt...just to feel what a little gentle rub felt like...
You stifled a cry of pleasure as you grabbed the front of your diaper and began to rub yourself with the beautifully warm and soft padding. Just as you approached climax your stomach gurgled, reminding you that you only had a few minutes left to do 'pushies'.
You'd been dreading this. At least the need to poop coincidentally stopped you from doing a number three in your diaper.
You rolled over, raised your butt into the air as your Mommy had taught you to, and blushed hotly as you forced your waste into your diaper. You'd never get used to this. The humiliation and shame of struggling to push out your poopies against the pressure of your diaper always brought you nearly to tears.
This time however, as you lowered your poopy butt back to the ground something inside you broke. The soft expansion of mess pushing between your cheeks reminded you of Mommy's strap-on, while the warm, wet, slippery, soft, and squishy diaper shifting against your clitty felt like Mommy's pussy.
Trying to hold back the desperate need to cum was like holding a fistful of steam. You thrusted and ground your little nub into your soiled diaper, rocking back and forth. It felt heavenly, like nothing you'd ever felt in your life.
You came in seconds, collapsing to the ground as your warm stickies pulsed out into your diaper. Mommy had been away getting fucked for hours, and you came in seconds. It was no wonder why she needed a 'Daddy' in her life.
Unknown to you, the next phase in your Mommy's plan was complete. A dozen more of these unsupervised 'fun times' in your diaper, and you'd be hooked; your entire sexuality bent around a shit and piss filled baby garment, and there would be nothing you could do to stop it.
Nobody knows you better than your sweet stuffies 😇
always wanted to make captions but can’t art and never wanted to steal anyone’s pictures. So thought I’d try AI and it kinda works 😅
Take a look all you big babies out there. If it already hasn't happened, this is where your sex life is headed!
Some of you may heed this warning, but for some it may already be too late. And even so, many of you will be helpess to to stop it.
The more time you spend releasing and sitting in your own filth the easier it becomes, soon you'll find it becoming normalized. And before too long you lose track and struggle to remember how it got this far...making cummies in your diapers like this pathetic adult baby you see here.
Don't worry though, you'll end up looking just as cute!
Sure, you could “think” you’re done with the whole Diaper Addicted Cucky Baby Loser lifestyle that you’ve worked so hard to cultivate for yourself.
You can get rid of alllllllllll your diapers pacis cages dildos clothing and delete your lil pathetic online profiles.
Keep telling yourself you’re not that much of a loser anymore.
But we know that your heart will always skip a beat every single time your cucky ass frolics passed the diaper aisle 😈
ABCDegree
Marianne clutched her books tightly as she made her way through campus. 30 years ago she would have felt right at home. Laughing with the other girls by the fountain, flirting with boys by the quad, or frantically studying before an exam.
Now? She couldn’t feel more out of place, like all eyes were upon her. She imagined what people were thinking as they saw her: What does this woman think she is doing trying to get a higher education at her age?
She felt even more foolish about what she was here to study: Adult Baby Care and Development or ‘ABCD’ as the kids were calling it these days. She’d known for a while about these Adult Babies, and how they were becoming more and more common in today’s world, either by choice or by punishment. But she had no idea they would actually offer a class in a prestigious University about how to care for one. She had even less of an idea that her husband would be the one who needed caring for.
It was a little over a year ago when Jack first came to her about his diaper fetish. Throughout their 8 years of marriage, she’d always known he’d been hiding something. The way he would turn his phone ever so slightly in her presence, the way he’d make 100 different clicks on the computer as soon as she unexpectedly walked into the office, and how flushed and flustered he would get any time she used that same computer. Like he was terrified she’d stumble upon his goldmine of a porn stash.
So when Jack finally came to her and confessed his longstanding affinity for diapers, she was actually a bit relieved. At least he wasn’t cheating on her like she’d suspected. But with this new revelation came a whole host of insecurities. She saw how vulnerable he was when he approached her, how terrified he must have been to tell her. He probably thought she would just up and leave as soon as the words left his mouth. But obviously she would do nothing of the sort. He was her husband, after all. One she still loved very much. Marianne wanted Jack to know that she was happy he told her. She remembered placing her hand on his knee lovingly as he tearfully confessed what he had bottled up for so long.
That’s not to say she wasn’t a little taken aback, though. It’s not every day your husband tells you he’s been sneaking off to play with his penis inside a pair of Pampers. She certainly had her questions: how it started, when it came about, and any other girlfriends he may have told.
He mentioned a girl in college that he had gotten the nerve to confess to. She apparently laughed her way out the door and he never saw her again. So it was understandable to Marianne why Jack had taken so long to tell her: he was worried she would do the same.
But Marianne–like most wives in a happy marriage–wanted to please her husband. She can still remember how much he was shaking from being so turned on when she first wrapped that pair of AB Cushies around his leaking, throbbing cock. The pheromones coming off of him were almost tangible, and she even found herself getting a little turned on by how much it was fulfilling his desires.
But alas, once the diaper was on, she was at a loss. What was she supposed to do now? She knew Jack liked her to be dominant. But it’s not like she could very well spank him while he had a diaper on. She was never great at the dirty talking thing, no matter how hard she tried, and she wasn’t sure she could stomach changing a grown man’s dirty diaper. Sex was pretty much off the table as well. Jack wasn’t the smallest, but he wasn’t the biggest either, so it’s not like his dick could really stick out of the diaper enough to do anything with. She was at a loss. She was fine with putting him in diapers, but she didn’t know what to do once the diapers were on.
So she turned to porn. She tried finding videos to give her ideas, any little tips she could get on how to properly engage with him the way he wanted. But her research yielded very little. She found out the hard way that there was a surprisingly barren amount of Adult Diaper porn on the web. Or, at least, she wasn’t the best at finding it. Apparently a Tumblr wide purge of ‘explicit content’ didn’t help………………….
She didn’t want to turn to her girlfriends for help. She didn’t think it was her place to air her husband’s dirty laundry (or diapers) to the public. But, one night over drinks, her friend Cathy was talking about her daughter who was now in college, and that’s when she heard about the program.
“She’s majoring in ABCD.”
“Like…the alphabet?” Her other friend Erica asked with a mixture of incredulity and amusement.
They all laughed, but Cathy explained, “Apparently they teach them how to deal with those guys that are in diapers. I was a bit skeptical at first, but it turns out there are a lot of job opportunities that come with it.”
“So what does she want to do?” Erica asked.
Cathy shrugged, “She wants to be a ‘Betasitter’. Supposedly these rich couples or wives will hire her to…take care of their husband while the wife goes off with another man. Something about ‘cuckolding’ or something like that…” Cathy sighed and shrugged exasperatedly. “I don’t really get it, but it’s something she’s really passionate about, so I guess all I can do is support her.”
Marianne sipped her wine silently, but her interest was piqued. The very next day she was Googling the program and getting details on the specifics. Still a bit unsure, she decided to talk to one of the counselors.
“Yes, the Betasitting class will still be great for you. They will provide you with lots of resources and ideas to use on your husband, it will also open up more opportunities for you down the road if you want to explore it further,” the counselor explained.
Marianne was skeptical, but ever since finding out about Jack’s fetish, she realized she wasn’t participating in it as much as he probably liked. After the initial fun of it, her anxiety took over, making it feel uncomfortable for her any time it was brought up. Not that there was anything wrong with the diapers themselves, it was mostly how uneasy she was in the dominant “diaper domme” role.
So she enrolled, and that’s how she ended up here, in the ABCD building, trying to get the nerve to enter the classroom.
She watched as flock after flock of 18-24 year old girls entered the room. Feelings of regret and anxiety rising to the surface. What would they think of someone her age taking a class like this?
Finally she came to the realization that she didn’t care. She was doing this for her husband, for her marriage. She took a deep breath, clutched her books and readjusted the bag on her shoulder, grabbed the handle of the door, and entered.
The room was a little bigger than your typical classroom. It had auditorium-like seating and rows that ramped downwards to the front of the class. Marianne felt like all eyes were upon her as she entered, even if they weren’t.
She found a seat towards the back of the room, then looked around and thought better of it. She needed to be able to see the board. She gathered her things again awkwardly and moved up a few rows. Girls were still filing in, and Marianne tensed as she heard some sit down in the row behind her.
“Originally I was in Early Childcare,” one girl said to the others, “I wanted to work with toddlers at a Daycare. Turns out, I much prefer working with Adults and treating them like toddlers. Still the same dirty diapers and tantrums, but at least with adults you know what they want...and you can tease them for it!”
They all laughed and must have nodded in agreement.
“I’ve already got a job lined up” said another, “$1200 a week to betasit some rich loser that was caught cheating on his wife! She left him for another man, but still wants him in diapers 24/7. She’s gonna use his money to pay me as soon as I get my degree!”
Marianne’s eyes widened at that. Even with her business degree and healthy job she wasn’t making that good of money.
“Is someone sitting here?”
Marianne looked up to see a young, beautiful blonde girl. Her stomach tried to escape through her throat when she realized who it was: Claire, the daughter Cathy was ranting about over drinks. The one who ultimately let her know about the ABCD program.
Claire obviously recognized her too. There was that small, awkward moment of recognition before general social norms kicked in.
“Oh my god! Marianne! Hi! How are you?” Claire asked as she sat down, it would be too weird for her to take off and find another seat now. Marianne reciprocated the uncomfortable exchange of “I'm good! How are you?” Before the conversation descended into silence.
“So…” Claire finally said after what felt like ages, “why are you…taking this class?”
The elephant in the room was staring them in the face. Claire obviously knew Marianne’s husband Jack. But she didn’t want to out him in front of her and all these girls. So she said the first thing that came to mind: “I'm interested in the…business side of things.”
Claire nodded with narrow eyes, probably in disbelief, but she didn’t press further.
Luckily, Marianne was saved from any further discomfort by the door opening at the front of the room.
A woman in her mid-forties strode in, a couple years Marianne’s junior. Her salt and pepper hair tied up in a tight bun. Black, horn-rimmed glasses, fiery red lipstick, and a sharp jawline that jutted in the air as her pumps clanked on the floor rhythmically, like a Judge using their gavel to command order in the room.
There was a sharp, collective intake of breaths as conversations ceased and pencils and notebooks were taken out.
“Good afternoon, everyone!” the Professor announced with a sleek smile. Every girl in the room, including Marianne, replied back in unison “Good afternoon, Professor Peterson!”
“I trust you all have your essay on Yankevitz’s Psychology of Age Regressive Therapy, so please take those out, and pass them down the line if you will.”
Marianne gulped. There was a clamor of rustling papers as the women took their printed or handwritten sheets and passed them down the row for the T.A.’s to pick up. Marianne had worried she’d be behind on assignments after signing up for the class two weeks late. Hell, even 20 years after her first bout of college life, she still had recurring nightmares of showing up to Calculus 17 and not realizing there was a final she hadn’t studied for. The anxiety associated with being a full-time college student suddenly came rushing back to her.
“We have a special lesson lined up for you today, it will be your first real ‘lab’ demonstration of this course.” Professor Peterson announced, she opened both arms wide and like clockwork the side doors on either side of the room opened. T.A.'s on both ends came in wheeling what looked like hospital beds into the room.
The girls all gasped in excitement, apparently seeing something Marianne couldn’t. When the lady sitting in front of her finally hunched back down again to gleam excitedly at her neighbor, Marianne finally caught a glimpse of what everyone was ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ about.
Inside the bars of each bed, there was a college boy squirming underneath a blanket.
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“If you’ll all carefully make your way down so we can begin our demonstrations…” the Professor began, but the girls needed no further instruction. They already had their books and bags over their shoulders and were clambering down the stairs towards the blanketed boys. All 50 girls in the auditorium-like room were divided into groups among the 5 beds respective to their seated section. That meant Claire was in the same group as Marianne.
The 10 or so girls in the group circled around the crib-like bed. The boy inside was old enough to be Marianne’s son. He was around 20-22 years old. Further inspection yielded that the boy was, in fact, tied to the bed. His ankles and wrists strapped down with hospital restraints. He made a pathetic attempt to squirm and escape from under the bed sheet as the girls oggled and giggled.
“Now, as you can see, you each have a Betaboi in front of you.” Professor Peterson called over the groups, “Notice their less than prominent jawline, their lack of much body/facial hair, their high-pitched whimpers, and their cowering nature.”
The girls nodded their heads in agreement. Marianne couldn’t help but see the same resemblance in her husband Jack.
“Now, if you’d all be so kind as to remove the sheet, so we can see our Betabois in their appropriate attire…”
The girls all clapped their hands in excited glee, rushing to be the first to grab the hem of the sheet. Marianne seemed to be the only one interested in being a mere spectator. She watched as the girls looked around, nodded, and withdrew the sheet at the same time like a magician revealing their prestige.
The bound boy clenched his legs as the sheet was removed, like that would do anything to hide the large disposable white diaper taped around his waist. The crowd of girls erupted in laughter and awes. The boy’s cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink.
“As you learned from your reading last week, it is very important to emphasize the Beta’s attire. Remind them of their place, and that the diaper is necessary for their development.”
There was a chorus of chastising comments coming from each of the girls.
“Awww!! Wook at the wittle beta baby in his diapurr!!”
“Aren’t you just the cutest?!”
“Look at the little loser in his Luvs!!”
“Don’t you wish you could use the big boy potty like an Alpha?”
The boy winced at every mocking remark as if they were lashes from a whip. He cringed and pulled pathetically on the straps. Marianne tried to jot down some of the things the girls were saying to remember them for later, but there was too much to keep up with.
“Awww!! He went pee pee in his Pampers!!”
Marianne wasn’t sure if the boy’s diaper was wet beforehand, but it certainly was now. There was no mistaking the yellow tint forming in the front, and the big blue wetness indicator showing prominently down the middle.
As if on queue, Professor Peterson continued with her lecture. “After you have properly acknowledged their attire, it’s time to focus on the state of their attire. Be sure to comment on any observations you see about it. Poke, prod, and question them about it. You can even have them talk about their situation. Remember: verbalization is one of the highest forms of humiliation.”
Again there was a slew of comments slung at the poor boy.
“Did the wittle baby wet his diapy?”
“Beta baby went piddles in his diddles!!”
“The only wet thing your wittle clitty ever gets to touch!”
“Tell us what you did in your diaper, beta!”
The boy looked to be on the verge of tears. He screwed up his face and his bottom lip was quivering as he spoke in the most pathetic high-pitched voice “I…i went tee tee in my diapy…” The gathering girls erupted into laughter.
The boy tried to wipe his misty eyes on his shoulder, but the straps left him quite immobile.
Marianne leaned over to the girl standing next to her. “Don’t you think this is a little…harsh?”
The girl’s face was bewildered. “What…him? Oh please! Don’t let those crocodile tears fool you! He is loving this! All of them are. In fact, they sign up for this!”
“Look! He’s hard!” one girl exclaimed as the girls leaned in to observe.
“Awwww!!” They cooed. Pointing and laughing.
“His wittle pee pee is poking inside his Pampurrs!!”
Marianne didn’t believe it was possible with how ashamed the boy seemed, but sure enough, there was a very noticeable bulge forming at the front of the swollen, sodden diaper.
“And that brings us to our first demonstration!” Professor Peterson announced. “If I can have one volunteer at each station to perform a diaper change.”
Almost every hand shot in the air. Marianne chose to sit this one out. She was so overwhelmed by all the new experiences, the last thing she wanted to do was put her inexperience at the forefront of everyone’s attention.
Mrs. Peterson went down the groups, choosing one girl seemingly at random. The girls not chosen groaned in jealousy, with the selected student grinning wickedly.
When the Professor got to Marianne’s group, she pointed across the way. “Yes!!” Claire exclaimed excitedly when she realized she was picked.
The rest of the girls groaned in disappointment, but parted ways and allowed Claire to clamber onto the bed and take her place between the beta’s legs.
The boy squirmed and writhed at his bonds. Marianne wasn’t sure if he was pretending to be in distress, or trying to rearrange his bulging member inside his diaper. Either way, the onlookers found it hilarious.
Claire looked a little more unsure now that she shared the center of attention, but she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
“First thing we want to do,” the Professor began, strolling back and forth amongst the groups, “Is administer the pacifier. This will immediately drop the beta into subspace. It is hard for them to argue or complain when they have something in their mouth, and it reinforces their regression.”
One of the girls in Claire’s group pulled out what looked to be a glasses case. Instead, when she popped it open, it was actually a very large pacifier. But instead of having a rubber nipple, it was an elongated rubber penis. Claire chuckled as she took the paci from the spectator, thanked her, and pressed it to the beta’s lips. Marianne expected the boy to put up more of a fight, considering how humiliating and patronizing it must have been, but instead the boy opened his mouth and accepted the penis paci down his mouth without hesitation. Almost eagerly, in fact.
“After you have adequately administered verbal degradation and provided them with a paci, it is time to remove the diaper.” Peterson declared. “Make sure to place a firm palm at the front, between the decorative banner of the diaper and the blue indicator. You should feel their stiffness through the padding. You want to press this area so that they can feel the wet padding against their stiffy. This establishes dominance, provides slight stimulation, and gives you a solid grip to begin pulling off the fastening tapes. They can be a little stickier than normal baby diapers.”
Claire followed the instructions to a T. Smirking when the beta whimpered underneath her firm hand as she removed the tapes one at a time with a tssskk!
“Remember to take a deep breath before opening the diaper! I realize your babies aren’t messy at the moment. But it’s a good habit to get into. The fresh batch of air will save you from gagging more often than not.”
Clair pulled the front of the soaked diaper open, exposing the beta’s bits to the surrounding air. Some of the girls had to turn away, covering their mouths. Not out of disgust, but out of hilarity at the little 3 inch pecker pointing straight up in the air.
“I always forget how tiny they can be!”
“That can’t be as big as it gets…can it?!”
“It amazes me that some of them think they deserve anything other than a diaper!!”
The beta had a fresh flush of blood rush to his cheeks. He tried to hide his face, but again the bonds kept him bound and exposed.
“If you will take out your supply bags, you can begin the changing process…”
Claire looked around for help. In her excitement to get on the bed with the beta, she’d left her bag on the floor in the circle of girls. Marianne reached down and grabbed the infantile looking diaper bag. Claire side-eyed and shrugged innocently as Marianne handed it to her. It was a bit awkward for them both, but with everything going on, it paled in comparison.
Claire set the bag on the bed next to her. Fishing for a package of wipes. She took them out and removed three from the container, which crinkled more than the beta’s diaper did.
“Remember, take your time. You can never get them ‘too’ clean. Every little bit of stimulation gets them that much more desperate. Either for you or for the wife that is off having her own bit of fun.”
Claire laid the cold wipe across her palm and placed it against the boy’s inner thigh. He gasped, perhaps from the chill or from the anticipation. Claire slowly ran her hand up, closer to the beta’s bobbing balls, but stopped. Jumping over the area with the wipe and continuing to the other thigh.
The boy’s breathing changed considerably, the head of his cock was swelling, his eyes were desperate. The other girls teased and pinched his nipples and cheeks, making him squirm even more from the intense stimulation.
Finally, Claire laid a new wipe over his pulsing pecker. Making it resemble an actual tent, or a tiny little ghost. The girls giggled at the ridiculous display. Claire smiled before using her whole palm to twist and turn the wipe around the boy’s cock. Making it more painful than pleasurable.
“Now, if the beta is uncaged, I always recommend a proper edging session.” Peterson professed as she strode back and forth amongst the groups, “Again, we want them as sexually frustrated as possible. It will make their eagerness to please and their obedience levels skyrocket. So if you will all carefully take your subject’s privates in your hand…”
Claire glanced over at Marianne. Neither of them really wanted to witness this in front of each other. Marianne had watched her friend’s daughter grow from a young age to the beautiful woman she is now. It was a bit abnormal to see her grasping another “man’s” penis right in front of her.
“It is very important that you watch the beta’s visual cues during this portion of the change. As you know, betas have a very difficult time controlling themselves. We do NOT want them to achieve release, we just want them right up to the edge. Hence the term ‘edging’”
Claire looked down at the helpless subject before her as she applied liberal amounts of lotion to her hands. Smiling at the obvious hold she had over him. Every single girl in this room with the exception of Marianne was here because they enjoyed that sense of power over those they found weak. Claire reached out her hand and grasped the beta’s already leaking member. Though, it was so small she couldn’t even palm it. Her hand ended up making the whole thing disappear.
“Remember, you don’t have to use your whole hand. In fact, you only need to use two fingers! This will further emphasize the inadequacy of their equipment. Simply make a ring with your fingers, or a small gap between your thumb and index...”
Claire followed the Professor’s instructions, making a small circle with her hand and putting it into the air just above the head of his twitching clitty.
The beta whimpered behind his pacifier. Raising his hips up and trying to poke his way between the tiny ring Claire had made for him. He managed to make the head slide through, but only for a bit. Falling back down on the bed and onto his used diaper. He grunted again as he summoned the strength to flex his abs and raise his hips again, pathetically humping at Claire’s stationary hand.
“Good job, Claire!” Professor Peterson cheered, “As you can see, Claire here is letting the beta do almost all of the work, another great way to establish dominance and have the change go on your own terms. Always work smarter, not harder!”
The poor boy was practically pleading with his eyes. Sucking on his oversized paci with frantic intensity. His thrusts into her lubed up palm were eager and anxious. Like he hadn’t had relief for weeks.
“Pay attention to the signs…” Peterson reminded, “See how his toes are curling? Perspiration building around the chest and temple? He’s close, when he starts to gasp, pull away.”
It was like the Professor was a fortune teller. Within seconds, the beta boy was whimpering and clenching and several quick, short, gasps later…Claire stopped. Opening her fingers just enough so that all the wiggly worm of the beta could feel was a cold breeze. An almost angry grunt escaped around the paci in the frustrated beta’s mouth.
“Awww!!!” The girls around the bed teased, “Somewon’s getting fussy and fwustwated!!”
There was an explosion of laughter, followed by shouts and jeers from the group next to them.
“Professor Peters!! Someone had an accident…” they called. The older woman rushed to other group to assess the situation. Turns out the other girl was not as successful in edging her beta, as evidenced by the massive load of sticky juices covering both the kneeling student and the naked boy beneath her.
“Seems like we waited a bit too long to withdraw the stimulation. That’s okay! I won’t dock you points as you are still learning, just make sure you learn what you did wrong and what this particular beta’s tells were. Everyone has their little ticks that give them away, and sometimes it’s just a matter of learning each individual. However, if they do begin to ejaculate, ALWAYS remove your hand as soon as possible. The lack of stimulation at this precarious time will result in what is known as a ‘ruined orgasm’. It provides some of the relief the sub desperately wants, but without the associated pleasure of a full orgasm. Not to worry, dear. We’ll get ‘em next time! But just be aware that your future clients may not take lightly to having their husband’s achieve any sort of release. So keep that in mind.”
The girl seemed embarrassed as Peterson walked away without another word, the group of girls around her and the spent beta put a consoling hand on her shoulder.
Claire now seemed even more determined to do it right. Edging the beta 5 more times until his balls were noticeably swollen and aching. The poor beta could probably be heard across campus if it weren’t for the penis paci muffling his sobs.
“If you have made it this far into the edging session, give yourself a pat on the back!” Professor Peterson declared, the girls around Claire and one other group clapped and cheered.
“The next part is where their preference sheet comes in,” Peterson continued after the room quieted down, “Again, every client is different, but some will have the box checked that allows for optional or even mandatory ‘milkings’. The wife or caretaker of the beta will often be specific as to how the milking can be administered, but I’ll show you one of my favorite ways: a procedure known as ‘milking the prostate’.”
Half of the room gasped, the other half looked around bewildered.
Peterson clicked the device in her hand, and a Powerpoint presentation detailing the specifics of the male ‘g-spot’, also known as the prostate, appeared on the screen. Through a series of slides the Professor explained that one of the best ways to stimulate this area is by using two fingers inserted into the rectum of the beta.
“It will be about the size of walnut, though some studies have shown that betas tend to exhibit a much larger sized prostate, which is why a lot of them are more prone to enjoying anal activity. Simply insert the lubricated fingers, point upwards just behind where the base of the penis is, and press lightly.”
Claire followed along with the Professor’s presentation by practicing on the beta in front of her. She put on a latex glove, lubed up her fingers with more lotion, pressed her palm against the pelvis of the boy, reached between his legs, found the hole, and pressed inwards.
Marianne will never forget the sound the beta made as Claire entered him. She was always hesitant to try things like this with Jack, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to hear those same sounds come from him.
The beta’s breathing was much more measured now. Like he wasn’t excited, but wasn’t being tortured either. One of the girl’s stroked his hair while another whispered in his ear to relax and ‘take it like a good boi’.
“OoooOOoohhh” the boy cooed as Claire worked her fingers inside him.
“That’s it, Claire!” Peterson encouraged, “right there! That’s the sound we want. Do you feel the walnut?”
Claire nodded and screwed her face up in concentration. Biting her bottom lip as she worked her hand and fingers back and forth inside him.
The beta was moaning now. Like he was experiencing the most intense pleasure he ever felt. Claire had to use her other hand to hold him still while she worked her fingers in and out of him.
“He’s close. Finish the job.” Peterson prodded, and Claire obliged.
The beta was rocking up and down on the bed, tugging at his bonds, moaning pathetically.
“Yes! Yesss! Yess!! I’m gonnNna..”
He didn’t need to finish his sentence, the puny penis pulsed and a projectile of semen shot into the air, then more oozed down the shaft and dribbled down his balls.
The crowd gasped and clapped. Even Marianne threw her notebook under her armpit and joined in the applause.
“Well done, Claire!” Professor Peterson commended, “you have a bright future ahead of you!”
Claire smiled sheepishly as she pulled out several more wipes and began cleaning up the beta’s baby batter.
“We are almost out of time,” Peterson announced, checking her watch, “so let’s all take out a fresh diaper and learn how to properly prepare it for application.”
Every girl in the room reached into their bags and pulled out a large, fluffy diaper of varying colors and designs. Except for Marianne, who must have missed it on the supply list.
“Do you mind if I borrow…” Marianne asked the girl next to her. She smiled sweetly and obliged by handing her a pink, princess diaper with unicorns and flowers all over it. It was a bit of a strange design, she thought. Weren’t the people that wore diapers this size mostly males?
“It is very important when you have a new diaper to do what I call the ‘Fluffing Technique’” Peterson instructed, using a diaper of her own as a demonstration. “Most of them come vacuum or hermetically sealed, and they lose most of their volume. We obviously don’t want a flat, puny diaper, we want big, bulky diapers that force the wearer to waddle. So in order to fluff it up, simply open it up, and fold it down the middle, ‘hotdog style’ like this…”
She held the diaper aloft so all could see and follow along.
“This begins the aeration process and creates a sort of channel for the messes to travel, helping to ensure you don’t have as many leaks. Once you have that crease, grab it on both the edges and wriggle it back and forth like this, almost like you’re activating a disposable heating pad.”
There was a cacophony of crinkles as the 50 women shook the sides of the diapers back and forth.
“We are fluffing up the inner material and letting those layers breathe. Again, ensuring that we’re adding bulk and reaching peak absorbency. Your clients will thank you for going through less diapers, and for making their hubby’s look even cuter!!”
There were murmurs of agreement and awes. Even comparisons between the girls as to who got their diaper the fluffiest.
“Now take those diapers home with you and practice applying them to a stuffed animal, your boyfriend, or anyone you can! That concludes today’s session! Have a great day!”
The auditorium rumbled as the girls grabbed their things and filed out. The betas in the beds were wheeled out by the T.A.’s.
Marianne waited behind, stuffing the pink diaper into her bag that the girl graciously let her have.
“Excuse me, Professor Peterson?” Marianne asked, approaching the desk where her teacher was rounding up her things.
“Yes dear?” She said, without looking up at first. When her eyes rose to see the speaker for the first time, there was a look of recognition and sympathy in them.
“My name is Marianne Olsen and I…I just wanted to say thanks for the lesson today. I’m sorry I didn’t get that paper in, and didn’t have my supplies b-but I—“
“How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?” Peterson asked.
Marianne was a bit taken back by the question. ”F-fifty-two” she answered, feeling self conscious again.
Peterson smiled, nodded and removed her glasses.
“And why are you here?”
“I…well my uh…my husband has an…ummm—“
“A diaper fetish.” Peterson finished for her without even blinking.
“Yes.”
The Professor stared at her for a long while, then smiled. “I admire you, Mrs. Olsen” she finally said.
“I…you do?”
Peterson smiled again “Yes. Few women, especially your age (no offense) would be willing to put forth the effort to accommodate for what is often seen as a very taboo and misunderstood fetish. Most women would run, but you stayed. Not only that, you signed up for a class to better understand and provide for your husband. I deeply admire that.”
Marianne’s eyes started misting. She had been so unsure about this whole thing and, up until that very moment, felt like it was all a mistake.
“The world is changing, Marianne.” Peterson continued, “People are not only seeing diapers as a fetish anymore, but also as a very effective method of punishment, control, humiliation, and therapy. There are going to be many business and recreational opportunities in this field in the not so distant future, and I really hope you will see this class as more of a stepping stone rather than just a way to help get your husband off.”
“I…I guess I never considered—“
“You’re a powerful woman with a good head on her shoulders and the desire to learn and please. I am confident you will get more out of this class than you ever thought possible.”
“Thank you, Professor Peterson.”
“No, thank you. But in the interest of being consistent with all my students, I am going to need your essay by the end of the week.”
“Consider it done, ma’am!”
*******
By the time she got home, Marianne was exhausted. She placed her bag on the coat rack, went to the fridge to grab a bottle of wine, and sighed exasperatedly as she sat next to Jack on the couch.
“Hi honey,” Jack said, “how was class?”
“It was good,” she said as she poured herself a glass of Cabernet, “Now go get your diapers and bring them to me. Then take off your clothes. I have some...studying to do!”
To Be Continued
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Amazing!
Take a look all you big babies out there. If it already hasn't happened, this is where your sex life is headed!
Some of you may heed this warning, but for some it may already be too late. And even so, many of you will be helpess to to stop it.
The more time you spend releasing and sitting in your own filth the easier it becomes, soon you'll find it becoming normalized. And before too long you lose track and struggle to remember how it got this far...making cummies in your diapers like this pathetic adult baby you see here.
Don't worry though, you'll end up looking just as cute!
Its true, its too late for me. This is literally my sex life.
Babies don’t cum!
One of my longest full length stories! With messy diapers, sissy dresses, chastity cages, a humiliating Mommy and a mean Daddy with lots of Sissy baby fun!
Free to read on my new blog, where stories and captions will never be taken down!
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Every day she would sit watching and giving words of encouragement as he humped a stack of pillows in pink clothes. He would continue to hump until he spurted into his wet pampers. In the warm glow of post orgasm, he lifted his head and looked to his girlfriend.
"So, when can we have sex babe? I really need to feel that warm pussy around my cock, it's been forever!" He sighed.
"Well, that's a pretty rude way to ask. And it's Mommy to you baby, you know this." She stated.
"I'll tell you what, when you can prove to mommy you that don't need diapies anymore. Then we can talk about my pussy and whether or not I'll let you put your little weewee inside of me. Until then you'll be making stickies in your diapies. Okay sweety?"
"What! I can't prove it when you keep me in diapers all the time. And I'm wetting them so often now it's hard to control. It's not fair! This was just a kink I wanted to try. We've had fun, but I think it's gone on long enough." He whined.
"It may have been your idea to try out this age play kink, but I've become quite fond of the whole scene. Too bad for you maybe love it more than you thought I would humm? Oh well, I love it and we're going to keep living it! So, you'll just have to make do with your diapies sweety!" She said smiling.
"But it's not the same mommy!" He whined again.
"What's not the same hun?"
"The feeling of humping in my diapers. I need to feel you, your pussy".
"Oh? I think it's close enough for a silly diaper boy like you." She teased.
"Nuh uh!" He whimpered.
"Oh yes huh! I bet you don't even know what mommy's pussy even feels like. Tell me baby, what does mommy's pussy feel like? She mused.
"Umm I don't know... It's probably warm, and wet, and soft; It's tight and squishy too. He said proudly. "Aww baby, you just described your diapies, good boy!" She praised.
"Nu no didn't" He protested.
"Yep, I think so. You just said squishy, and what else did you say? Soft, are your diapies also soft baby? Maybe sometimes it's even a little sung and almost like it's 'tight? Yeah, I bet it feels so good when it's swelled up big with your stiff willy huh, nice and warm too like a pussy I bet? Aww, I think you really love your 'diapy pussy' don't you baby boy? I think you do. You love your humpy time in your diapies with mommy watching, putting on a show for me. I think I should almost be jealous of you two, a baby and his diapies, ha ha that's so adorable." She chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess so...bu.." He said interrupted.
"So, there you have it baby boy, you've just admitted that your diapies feel like mommy's pussy already, so you should enjoy them. Besides it's as close to a real pussy as your cummies will ever spurt into since I've decided that there'll be no pussy, just pampers for you from now on. You're mommy's pathetic little virgin baby." She stated staring him down.
With this news, he broke down in tears, begging his mommy to change her mind.
"You have proven that you're no man, but a whiny wittle baby and babies don't get pussy, they get pampers. I am no longer your girlfriend, I am your mommy and you are my baby, so get used to it. In fact..."
With this, she took out a marker and wrote something on the front of the diaper, when he looked down, he saw the following:
Even more freaked out, he broke down in utter despair.
"However, there is a bright side to this, you will no longer be making humpies, but mommy herself will wub your wittle willy until you make cummies, it is my duty as a mommy to ensure that her baby's needs are met afterall."
With this, he felt a little better, but was still wailing.
"And not only that, but you'll be nursing from me as well. I've finally started lactating, so it's only fair that you help relieve me too right baby?
She then abruptly changed him and pulled him into her lap and pushed her nipple into his mouth, he struggled at first, but in no time, he was sucking away at mommy's boobies. As she began rubbing his crotch, he moaned in ecstasy.
"Good baby, isn't being fed and rubbed by mommy so much better than pounding her? This is much more representative of our relationship plus I can tell you're really enjoying this."
He suckled away, the taste of the milk was surprisingly delicious, that and the fact that his mommy was expertly rubbing his willy through his pampers, was pushing him to the edge.
"Is my wittle baby having fun? I thought he was a strong man" She stated before increasing the speed. "That's a good wittle baby, make cummies in your pampers for mommy!"
This proves to be too much and he finally climaxes in his pampers and though wouldn't admit it, he highly enjoyed the experience.
"Good wittle baby, this was a lot of fun and the only way you'll be getting off from now on, no pussy for my baby, just pampers"
"Yes mommy" he stated before suckling on her nipples once more.
"What a cutie! you'll be mommy's pathetic little virgin baby forever."
I love this story, but one stuck out, and never did see diaper this way until I read this line
(Aww, I think you really love your 'diapy pussy' don't you baby boy? )
Referring to wet diaper being called diapy pussy. Yes now can see similarity . I love my wet diapers especially the thick bulky swollen high absorbency diaper . I love having my ball buried in warm squishy sloppy mess , i one step closer to understanding my obsession with diapers.
The look of defeat. Absolutely zero masculinity left in me as I'm triple diapered and sissified.
jerking off all day everyday in my diapers in hopes of losing a few inches 🤞 I don’t ever want to be inside a woman’s pussy again ew yuck 🤮 I only want to cum in my thick, wet dirty diapers 😌
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Ok, just a little more… just a little… more…good boy. Those are excellent cummies. But I have to break the bad news to you baby dick, you are permanently incontinent now. That tiny load of jizz means you are trapped in pampers and you are my new permanent suckler. Just like the rest of those nice men that lose their loads to my massive mommy milkers. Come on sweet heart, no one else will love a baby dick holding diaper soaking man… or should I say baby. 😉
Come on sissy look at your wife. Aww is sissy diaper bitch hiding his face from is wifey. Your wife wants to know what you have say for yourself sissy.
Sissy your making mommy very upset, do I need to pull your diapers down and discipline you with a hard spanking? I bet your wifey would like to see it.
Well sissy baby !
, mommy has been giving special permission to keep you.
She decided not to divorce you , but to humiliated for the rest of your life. Beside you have not worked in years, your kids are all grown up and moved out. Your wifey has decided to let me move in with you and her.
Yes , wifey didn’t like your tiny pencil wee wee anyway. She agrees with mommy you belong in chastity and diapers.
We have decided to open a daycare business for naughty sissy baby girls like you. You basic going to be spokesbaby. Where going to exploit all your little desires and punishment on internet. 
Yes your lovely five bedroom house is going have two nursery rooms, and your man cave is going to be turn in dungeon.
