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[adultbabystories]

“Bend over, that’s right, just like that. Now crawl over your teddy bear, lean onto it, and don’t be shy, I know you like him. I watch on the nanny cam the things you’re doing to him before you’re going to sleep.”

Daddy said and gave your diaper a little spank.

“Such a naughty boy I have. So horny. Ever since we stopped having sex you’re dumping your cum into your diapers non-stop. It seems now that you’re done with sex, you’re squirting more than ever. You do like these diapers after all. Ha, I can remember how you fought in the beginning.”

You turned your head towards Daddy, offended. Sucking a giant pacifier added a sort of confirmation to his statement.

“Shhhh but it’s in the past now. Raise your bum a little, let me see that big puffy diaper on you. It’s so thick when it’s soaked, I love it. I love it when it has width when looking at it from the side.”

Daddy looked at you, caressing your diaper. You were his praise and reward for all his hard work on you.

He broke you, piece by piece. He knew it and you knew it. Daddy won.

Now he’s admiring his baby boy.

“It looks so good on you. If only you knew from the beginning how much you fit into this role, you wouldn’t give me such a fight. You fought, but you lost, and I won.”

He said and put his index finger into your diaper, asserting his authority over your body. 

Your dick became hard. You were so used to cumming like this by now. It became your guilty pleasure, it became your new sexual behavior. You salivated more onto the pacifier guard. You just wanted one hump, that’s all, and you did.

“Oh, I know that move. My boy is horny.”

Daddy said and pushed your soaked diapered butt into the teddy bear.

“You go ahead, son. Show your Daddy how nicely you play with your toys.”

A minute later, you fell asleep on your teddy bear, sucking your pacifier. Your diaper was sticky and wet.

You were so content, as Daddy was.

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Look at @totally-diapers now. See how far Daddy pushed him, and how happy he is now.

[totally-diapers]

Another very hot scenario from @adultbabystories

This one doesn’t stray too far from my current reality too 😵‍💫



[babiedboi-deactivated20251207]

[paddednappy]

Jonathons face turned a deep shade of red as Daddy made him strip and kneel down on the woodland path. There was nothing he could do, Daddy wanted him to feel the shame and humiliation he deserved and knew that the young couple coming towards them would fulfil the role perfectly.

"If you want your clothes, you'll have to earn them stinky boy" Daddy said walking off down the path towards the couple, Jonathons clothes tucked under his arm.

Jonathon bowed his head in shame knowing he'd either have to get up and walk past the couple or wait for them to pass by. Either way they'd see he was wearing big thick disposable nappy and that he'd filled it.

[paddednappy]

Every day Daddy would stand over Jonathon watching and encouraging him as he humped a stack of pillows until he spurted in his wet and dirty nappy.

In the warm glow of post orgasm, Jonathon lifted his head and looked Daddy in the eye.

“Please Daddy, when will I be allowed a real girlfriend?”

“When you can prove you don’t need nappies any more, then I’ll introduce you to girls”

“But Daddy you keep me in nappies all the time?”

“Then you’ll just have to make do with humping your dirty nappy every day!”

[paddednappy]

On Friday morning Daddy had locked Little Lion into triple thick nappies lined with several layers of booster pads. With no intention of changing him over the weekend it was now Sunday night and Little Lion’s nappy was clearly overflowing.

“Aww does baby boy want his nappy changed?” Daddy teased tugging the strap between Little Lions legs.

“Yes please!” He pleaded, his mess smearing even further up the back of his sodden nappy.

“Well you know what you need to do.” Daddy said unzipping his flies whilst easing himself onto the sofa and switching on the TV.

Looking forlorn Little Lion sank to his knees between Daddy’s legs and opened his mouth…

(Written for #littlestlioncub ♡)

[paddednappy]

It was Friday night and Daddy was fastening the last popper on Jonathon’s plastic pants.

“That should do you till Monday morning!” Daddy chuckled.

With double nappies, double booster pad and snap sided rubber pants pulled taught over the top, Jonathon knew he was in for a long weekend…

[paddednappy]

Daddy had just come in from work and was in a foul mood. Jonathon knew that despite his dirty nappy it wasn’t going to stop daddy getting what he wanted. Wordlessly daddy pushed Jonathon onto all fours on the bed and ripped open the side tapes on his nappy. As it fell with a thud between his legs he heard daddy unzipping his trousers…

[paddednappy]

Daddy’s punishment Daddy decided that I had been playing on the x-box far too much this week so dragged me out of bed this morning for some exercise. Leaving me in my wet night time nappy he put me into a t-shirt and a very skimpy pair of running shorts. He drove us both out to the country park and made me run a full circuit whilst he relaxed in the car enjoying his coffee. He was still not happy when I returned 45 minutes later and equally furious when I told him that I had filled my nappy part way round. He grabbed the nappy changing bag and locked the car, marching me down the track through the trees to an open area overlooking the valley. To my relief no one was around as he forced me over a wooden bench and pulled down my shorts. The rhythmic thud as he spanked me in my sagging nappy resonated loudly above the gentle sounds of nature and the quiet morning. He was obviously in a wicked mood this morning and paid particular attention to smearing my mess around each time his hand fell on my nappy. Still not happy he removed my shorts and made me stand in the middle of the path my hands on my head whilst he sat on the bench and finished reading the paper. Ten humiliating minutes later - and thankfully the only passer by was a jogger some way in the distance - he declared that he didn’t want me to stink the car out so would change me here, now, on the grass next to the bench. There was no point in arguing with him when he was in this mood so I laid down on the changing mat ready for my nappy change. He looked into the distance then grinned down at me, reached into his pocket for his camera and told me to first get on all fours and stick my bottom in the air. I reluctantly assumed the position at the same moment glancing sideways to notice a dog walker coming towards us. “Good boy that’s it, now undo your nappy, we’re going to let that dog walker see what a dirty little bottom you’ve got!”

[atoddlerlifeforme-deactivated20]

Quite a predicament I found myself in last night. I was locked up and unable to do much more than blush and make my diaper soggier. Maybe next time, someone will take me and lock me into the same spot, same outfit, at 2PM.

Big thanks to @jjefferies16 for locking me up and being a wonderful photographer while my hands were unavailable!

[tazdevil-nl]

Looks great...so helpless...👍

[adultbabystories]

Daddy’s favorite thing was to dress you up childish as he could. It doesn’t matter where you two went, when, or with whom. You are way past arguing about being diapered or having bedtimes. You lost control holding it long ago and now by eight you are so sleepy anyway. You are way past being talked to as a child, by daddy or his friends. You know they know better and have their way every time, you have no voice anymore.

You have no real choice. Especially over the way you are dressed. As an adult, it was such a headache choosing the right outfits for every specific occasion. Now it’s daddy’s problem, he knows what’s right for you.

It can be whatever he thinks and that’s how it’s going to be.

Today daddy and his friends are gathering around to watch a football game He dressed you up in shortalls so you can play around inside and outside, while the men are watching football, drinking, and smoking cigars.

Daddy diapered you in the thickest night diaper, so he would have to take care of it only at the end of the day. Waddle away boy, let daddy worry for you. Every few minutes, daddy is spotting your bright red clothing in the corner of his eye, watching his boy, checking he is okay.

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@babyboyuk21 doesn’t have to worry about clothing anymore. Check out his twitter as well - IckleBoyLee (@Lee21Ab)

[babyboyuk21]

Thankies for the cool 😎 story 👶🏻🍼

[gordodraws]

For Dash, getting a crib might be one of the best days of his life, but for Chase, it's just another level of control. 

I’ve posted another chapter of Brother Knows best @ https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1695666

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“Just one last surprise for my bro,” Chase followed, without looking up from his phone. Dash’s stomach fluttered. This felt like a Chase surprise, and not like a good surprise. He shifted his mittens anxiously, as Chase looked up and grinned. The younger husky flipped his phone around, and there was Dash on the screen, sitting in the crib. It wasn’t a photo, or a video, but a camera feed. Dash gulped, and turned over his shoulder, immediately recognising the small camera lens that was sitting above the corner of crib. “It was a really good bundle offer!” Chase said, delighted. “This way I can know you’re safe and behaved, alllll night long.” Dash felt the colour drain from his face as he stared at his own security monitor. While it mainly covered the crib, there was enough space at the edges of the feed to include Dash’s bookcase, desk, and wardrobe. There was effectively nowhere in the small room that wasn’t being monitored, apart from under the crib, or between the crib and the door. The mittens and diaper cover started to feel like amateur attempts to block prevent bad behaviour. The older husky didn’t know what to say. He’d gradually regressed from Chase’s brute-force over the course of the day, but now knowing that every moment of his crib time was being watched made him feel trapped as an adult with useless paws and crib bars locked in place. There was nowhere to go, and nothing he could do about it. If he tried to argue now, then what?  “And I know you’re going to be a good boy, right?” Chase smiled. He slipped one of his paws between the bars, until his forearm could go no further. It was enough to ruffle Dash’s hair.  Dash nodded, and brought his pacifier to his mouth with both paws just to have something to clench on. This was embarrassing. Humiliating. But it was nothing new, and it changed nothing. It was just a little more of Chase’s heavy-handed approach than what he was used to. He could push back in the morning if he needed to. As Chase wished him goodnight, he clicked a small remote and left it on Dash’s desk. The night-light immediately came to life and started to play a lullaby. “H-hey, what about my audiobook?” Dash stupidly blurted. He wouldn’t be able to listen to it over this! “Goodnight, baby brother,” Chase repeated, ignoring the question, and closed the door behind him.

[gordodraws]

Dash's crush is here to babysit, and the best way of playing it cool in front of him is to just agree. I've posted a new chatper @ https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1239405 Here's a short preview: Dash gulped. This was it. The big one he’d been waiting all night for. He started to play with the end of his shirt, before Harley stepped forward and gently took over, turning it inside out and pulling it upwards, helping Dash move his arms through to undress. “I can do that myself too,” Dash said quietly, blushing, as the shirt popped off over his head. “Oh can you?” Harley smiled, as he released the pacifier clip and folded the shirt in his hands and left it on Dash’s desk. “Well maybe next time.” The husky’s heart fluttered, as he suddenly stood self-consciously in just his diaper, ready to be changed. Harley hadn’t so much as visibly blinked at the task of changing the husky’s heavy diaper. “Let’s do your pyjama shirt while you’re still up,” Harley offered, already poking his own paws through the sleeves so he could guide Dash into it. The husky was taken by the paws, and the garment was slipped over his head, and left to dangle above the crumpled waistband of his diaper. Next time, he’d said. There’d be a next time. Dash could have been ordered to do anything without complaint at that point, but all the sitter needed was for him to lay down on the bed. Dash obeyed and spread his legs a little as Harley bent down to pull at the tapes. “Wow, don’t worry, buddy, we’re gonna have you in a nice, clean diaper very soon,” he cooed, as the wetness and weight of the diaper was apparent on removal and Dash’s damp fur and plastic cage laid bare. Harley had walked the tightrope of Dash’s diaper so easily all night, never once treating the soaked garment as strange or needing removal until now. Dash was sure this never would have happened babysitting an actual toddler, yet Harley had played everything else as authentically as he could. The spaniel cleaned him without drawing any strange attention to the cage either, or even the size of the baby, even as Dash started to lose himself in the fantasy and start to get hard. His cage throbbed and twitched, and his crush deepened. His diaper was being changed, start to finish, for the first time by this guy, and he didn’t seem to think it weird, even as Dash’s cage almost tried to draw attention to itself. It was perfect. Harley applied a barrier lotion to his fingers, and massaged through Dash’s fur. He squirmed slightly, drawing his legs closer, and hugged Plush Puppy up to his nose. The final step was a fine dusting of powder around his thighs, before the bedtime diaper was drawn up, measured and fitted, before it was taped snugly around his hips. Harley was good at this, even with a bigger baby. It was clear he’d done it a hundred times before. “Do you want your pyjamas bottoms too?” Harley asked, and Dash shook his head. “Okay then, that’s numbers three and four done! Great job, kiddo.” Dash giggled. He hadn’t done anything for those steps!

[gordodraws]

When faced with the consequences of using a vibrator, Dash instead tries to reason with his brother.

The new chapter can be found at https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1419621

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Dash was tightly secured, nervous, and throbbing in his cage. “Why the mittens though?” he asked carefully. “Did they just come as a set?” “I need to be convinced you aren’t getting up to anything at night,” Chase affirmed. “You’ll have nothing to distract you or get you worked up over in bed. Just you, your pacifier, Plush Puppy, and your bottle.” Dash tensed up. If he was in these, then that was it for using his phone before bed or even in the morning. The mittens were going to make him truly helpless.   “And you need me to let you out!” Chase then sang happily, while bopping his finger on Dash’s nose. The younger brother then sat down on the sofa and picked up the long ignored bottle of milk. He patted his lap encouragingly with his free paw.  Dash whimpered as he felt his balls press against the chastity device once more, responding to how utterly controlled and infantile he felt having to lay on his brother’s lap for some milk. The position and feeding was nothing new; while Dash often had a bottle of milk after dinner, he mostly got to drink it himself, save for when Chase wanted to prove a point. Dash felt small, and powerless, but following the argument and discussion he wasn’t quite feeling babyish enough for this act, leading to the whole ordeal feeling instantly humiliating. He squirmed, and eased himself over his brother’s two spread legs, with his neck resting on one thigh and presenting his muzzle for feeding, while his lower back was propped up by the other, leaving his diaper prominent and his legs wiggling.  He wasn’t entirely helpless, but as Chase flexed either leg, it just bounced and rocked him in place, and made him feel tiny, despite the minimal height difference between them.  Dash gazed upwards as Chase turned the bottle over, and pointed the nipple down. The older husky opened his mouth, and blushed as the teat was placed between his teeth without his input. “Can you hold the bottle by yourself, little bro?” Chase asked suddenly. Knowing there was no hope of holding it with one mittened paw, Dash raised both upwards to cradle the bottle, squeezing it in place as best he could while Chase’s fingers remained at the top, just in case. “Good job!” he cooed, a little condescendingly, as his other paw patted the bulk between Dash’s thighs. Dash gurgled involuntarily, while trying to swallow as the surprise of the pats forced his cage to grow even tighter.  “Oops,” Chase laughed, taking hold of the bottle properly again. “I forgot to get your bib, so let’s not spit up.” Dash whimpered as the diaper patting instantly stopped, and he was left wriggling slightly as he drank the rest of the bottle, agonisingly slowly. “You’ve been such a good boy,” Chase said as he put the empty bottle down, and returned his paw to patting Dash’s diaper, and sending those vibrations straight through to the older brother’s cage. “And I’m glad you found your big boy voice today.” Dash lay quietly across the lap as the diaper pats continued. His cage felt tense, and shuddered with every soft impact of his brother’s hand between his legs.

[gordodraws]

It's just hanging out at the mall; what's the worst that could happen? https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1835431 It was swift, like a gear change for the worse, where the weight from his stomach sank into his loins. Where his lingering nerves and dread suddenly turned into a literal urge to poop, and the threat he felt of being outside in toddler clothes became a real need to find a bathroom. But first he had to raise his paw, or his voice, and admitting such a thing in front of Harley was too babyish to want to vocalise. “Chase,” he croaked shyly. “I don’t feel too good.” Both of the dogs’ heads turned to Dash as his paws clutched around his stomach. “I need a bathroom.” The three of them stopped walking. Harley immediately turned his head in all directions, scanning the mall, while Chase stared him down. “There’s nothing close by,” Harley helped. “If you need to throw up then-” “It’s not that,” Dash grunted, as he shifted his weight around, trying to find any bathroom that had eluded Harley. “Why are you worried about a bathroom?” Chase scoffed. ”Just go in your-” “Dude, he’s uncomfortable!” Harley scowled, before turning with empathy to the older husky. “Dash, can you hold it a little while?” “I don’t think so,” he shook his head. His neck line felt hot. The shortalls straps clawing. “This is bad; I-I must have eaten something.” “Come on,” Harley asserted, reaching his paw out. “I know where we can go.” Dash reluctantly took his paw, as if letting his own arms release their hold on his stomach would suddenly force his accident to occur. They walked briskly, but hurrying along only seemed to make the problem worse with the building pressure and cramps intensifying as his body bounced along from store front to store front. It subsided briefly, after a great exhale, but as it returned Dash knew his time was up. Harley was leading him to a visible awning with entrances for bathrooms as Dash pleaded for him to stop, and to let go of his paw.

[gordodraws]

Chase has some atoning to do, whether Dash is ready or not. I've posted a new chapter @ https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2044137 Here's a short preview: Dash marched after his brother with slumped shoulders as the water splashed into the tub. As he opened his mouth to protest, Chase tutted and told him to stop, before the younger husky then turned from the bath and nudged Dash's arms upwards so he could undress the big toddler himself. Dash felt like he was obeying automatically. He was irritated at Chase, but Chase was in charge, like a parent carrying on because a child couldn't be left to do this unsupervised. He couldn’t divorce Chase’s control from his feelings, and Chase himself had seemed to just toss whatever guilt he’d felt right over his shoulder so he could baby his brother instead. “I don’t want a bath,” Dash tried again, this time in nothing but his diaper, realising he sounded so stupid and childish. Why couldn’t he have phrased it more authoritatively? “You need to clean up, and you need a new diaper,” Chase explained, trying to convince him but not leaving much room for discussion. “Then you’re free.” Dash felt resentful as Chase gazed upon his exposed diaper and ignored it. Undressing him wasn’t going that far until the bath was ready. Dash was annoyed his diaper wasn’t taken off, and knew he’d be just as angry if Chase had pulled at the tapes too. How powerless he felt made him twitch down below as he stood there, unable to leave, and that pissed him off too! There was no escape from his toddlerhood. Chase had engineered this whole thing from day one, yet when Dash finally put his foot down emotionally, as an adult, it changed nothing. The air between them was thicker, but Dash was going to have his taint wiped and powdered anyway. "Just a little longer," Chase said, having turned away, as his finger tested the temperature to his satisfaction. He then upended a bottle of bubble mixture which immediately started to make the water look more appealing and the small bathroom fresher. Chase eventually turned the faucet off, then turned to Dash. Without asking, he started to pull the tapes on either side of the diaper, before balling it closed and leaving it on the floor. Dash grimaced as he was left naked, with nothing but his chastity cage left on his body. Chase pointed at the tub and gave his brother a playful pat on the bottom to get in before he then left the room. Dash climbed over the side reluctantly, testing the water with his right foot, but found it pleasantly warm. It wasn't a surprise, as it wasn't the first bath Chase had run for him. He stepped in with his other leg, and then sat down, letting the bubbles envelope him to his chest. It at least felt refreshing, having immediately come from a wet diaper that he'd sat in for far too long. His bath toys were already floating in the water, unappealing but at least aesthetically comforting, and with Chase gone, even with an open door between them, he felt he could relax and get this over with. It wasn’t so bad now that it was all in motion. Chase then returned and set Dash’s sippy cup down on the side of the bath, refilled with juice. The older husky neglected to reach for it, but didn’t comment. Chase then immediately got down on his knees, picked up a cloth, submerged it, then brought it towards Dash. "Let's just get this bit out of the way, then you can sit and play." Dash, avoiding looking in his brother’s direction so far, suddenly turned in shock as he realised what was happening. He wasn’t having a bath, he was being bathed.

[gordodraws]

Connor has everything his fantasies could dream of, but he'll never be allowed to truly enjoy it for long. I've posted a story @ https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1513263 Here's a short preview!

As if sleeping in a crib wasn’t impressive enough commitment to keeping Connor babied and trapped, his playpen was the masterpiece in many ways. Fashioned just as a toddler’s wooden playpen would commonly appear, Connor’s custom design also stretched enormously to the ceiling. Taller than Connor, or Jacob, or Connor’s husband, its extreme height resembled something closer to a cell or an enclosure but with the aesthetic of a child’s play area. The door leading inside was the only deviation from this style, with its large handle and keyhole, not unlike the jail doors that gave inspiration for the design. Once inside, without the key, escape was impossible without finding a way to break the build. Both ends that reached the walls were robustly bolted in, and any attempts to damage the heavy timber bars would be slow, noticeable, and without doubt, supremely punished. Connor had not become stupid or desperate enough to attempt this yet. It was the perfect secure space, and where Connor spent the majority of his time feeling his mind drain against his will, amidst the infinite boredom his limited options did not help battle. He was granted infantile toys, to do with as he saw fit; building blocks, stacking rings, plushies, and plastic trains and cars to wheel around on the floor. He quickly learned he could either be bored and miserable, or try to engage himself with what was available. But there was only so much stimulation the toys could provide an adult brain. A television hung on the wall, for which he did not have the remote, and it played entertainment for a toddler, constantly. Everything from the dumbest, cheaply made animations teaching him the alphabet and counting, to mascot characters speaking out from the screen, to happy but humiliating singing and dancing playlists instructing him to copy the moves. This in particular was a humiliation usually avoided, unless Daddy or Jacob were feeling mean enough to encourage their happy baby to get up and play along to the screen. Connor once, and only once, defied his discomfort and stood on his spiked booties to switch the television off and end the torment of endless baby shows, and was left with silence for a week, until Daddy decided it was time to give it back. He learned to miss his shows, quickly, and never touched the device again. Of those shows, the ones that encouraged their audience to answer questions soon became a favourite for Connor, as he found himself sometimes answering along, supposedly because it gave him someone to speak to who wasn’t mocking him in return. Overall, Connor had to learn several times that revolting was not an option, but as his brain keep screaming for freedom it took some time for the lessons to sink in. The punishments proved effective, eventually, as it left him with enough memories of a stinging bottom, an excruciating enema, or endless boredom standing in the corner. The near-permanent mittens and spiked booties that he wore, along with a fat pacifier were constant physical reminders not to complain or even say anything that might be considered as adult communication. It had been a long time since he’d walked freely or used his own hands without the mittens, and was mostly certainly never unsupervised if they were removed for bathing. His unwillingness to commit to his full-time baby lifestyle had rendered him entirely helpless, and reliant, in his own home.

[aboymikey]