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[babydou15]

Daddy : Ah, I’m afraid I can’t change your diaper yet Buddy. You know the rule… if the line isn’t completely blue then it means you’re not ready for a change. Now how about you try and finish your job in daddy’s arms ?

*whispers* and if you fill the back, daddy might be nice enough and unlock your little peepee 😉

[lilbabybren]

A big shout out to an online dada for helping me reach new lows in my pathetic diapee cuck journey! Lord knows we’re on our way even lower with some of the outfits he’s had me order 🥺🥵

[adultbabystories]

THICK PADDING

How come you like your thick padding so much? Why do you like it, thick as it can be?

You’re trying to press your thighs against each other, but just can’t. The sound that the diaper makes when your legs fail to touch one another gets you excited. You are bound to a restrictive mass that awaits your wet humiliation. Your bladder screams, the pressure builds, and the diaper awaits to grow even bigger. It's thirsty for your piss, it wants to restrict you even more.

Your diaper calls you to use it. The soft padding you’re sitting on is inviting you to use it. The massive front invites you to add something of your own making.

Your diaper is a signal to the world around you as well. If someone sees your big crotch, they’ll know you’re probably small underneath. If someone sees your big butt, they’ll know someone his giving it a good use. When you are diapered, those signals are pulsing at you every moment as well.

And when you wet your diaper. Intentionally or not. When you fill it, soak it. enlarge it. Making it more restrictive, more humiliating, more erotic. You fail to walk properly and fall to the floor. Crawling is more fitting for you now. The back is puffed, the front engulfs your manhood. On the floor, crawling around others with a giant wet diaper, you’re showing everybody and yourself how submissive you really are. Looking up, catching their glimpses and stares at you, over your diaper. That is why you like your thick padding so much.

[lilbabybren]

“You might pretend to be embarrassed about being a baby, little guy. But as soon as I turn Barney on I see all the lights go off and you forget all about your locked little nub and your thick wet diapees 🤣”

[bretrambo]

I think someone needs a change!

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[diaperedlittleme]

*when daddy says it's nap time 😴🛌

[abmikey]

Mikey’s Guide to Unpotty Training

My Guide to Unpotty Training

Today I want to share the tricks and tips I used to unpotty train myself. Keep in mind that some things will being to work almost immediately (3-4 days), while others will take weeks, months or even years.

So if you are ready to be a diaper wearing little boy like me, here’s how to start.

1) Make the commitment. From here onwards you will only wear diapers. When I made this decision myself years ago I opened my dresser drawer and took out all of cartoon briefs and tightie whities (I never did wear “big boy” underwear). I then took my scissors and cut up my underoes so all I was left with was a pile of cotton rags. I quickly got myself padded up before I could change my mind, put on some pants and took my destroyed underwear to the trash, telling myself that I will NEVER wear underwear again.

2. From here onwards you can only wear diapers at all times. Regardless of where you are or what the occasion, unpotty training requires you to wear diapers at all times, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The moment you put on that big boy underwear and use that potty all that training you did will be destroyed. It takes a great degree of effort to convince your body that it is okay to just let go whenever and wherever. Potty training and all those years of using the potty have created a very strong learned behaviour.

3). Drink lots of water and juice throughout the day, this will keep you bladder full and make it much easier to practice uncontrolled wetting. It is also important to drink two bottles of juice or water within one hour of bedtime. This will help ensure you have to wet throughout the night.

4) Now for the unpotty training. Wet as soon as you feel it, DO NOT hold it. You want to train you body to just “release” on its on. I repeat NEVER HOLD IT. By holding it you are strengthening the bladder, rather then weakening it. It’s a muscle that needs training, so ensure you are constantly training it to relax. It is not initially possible to “ignore” the conscious awareness of needing to wet, but by telling yourself to relax and “let it happen” you will find your subconscious, the part that actually keep your from wetting yourself and controls the autonomous behaviour responses, will begin to accept and adopt the new patterns and responses until you do just void unconsciously. A few days to a week of unconscious natural voiding and you will be wetting and messing just like a little baby. Continue rewarding yourself mentally for being such a good baby, and wetting and messing yourself naturally and easily, and you will never feel ashamed or humiliated or embarrassed about what you now can do. Unpotty training is a combination of both physical and mental training.

5) Night-time wetting will take FOREVER. So have patience. Go to bed every night with a full bladder. Falling asleep with a bottle or sippy cup of water works great. Since you went to bed with a full bladder you will likely wake up and at some point and need to pee. Try to picture yourself remaining asleep as you wet, and “pretend” you are still sleeping. After you wet your diaper, relax again, and picture this happening while you sleep soundly, contentedly, and happily. Soon this is exactly how it will happen. It may take a few months [my experience] for you to sleep soundly through the night, and to wet naturally in your sleep. You may find yourself waking a while after you have wet, or just as you are wetting, but ignore it, and keep your eyes closed and fall back asleep. Remind yourself how wonderful it feels and fall asleep sucking your pacifier and hugging your teddy bear.

6) Remember what you are doing is potty training in reverse, so have patience. It took time to become potty trained in the first place and more important it is something you have been doing for decades, so it will take patience and time to unpotty train. Continue to reward and reinforce the “good, nice” sensations of wetting (and messing) and you will soon teach your body that it is okay to be a diaper boy.

And this here is how I became diaper dependent. But I have some bad news. Potty training is like learning to ride a bicycle, it’s something you never forget. In your subconscious you will still have that “potty training”, but this is a way to override that training and enjoying being in diapers 24/7. If you want something that is 100% effective surgery or a catheter is the only way to go. But for this little boy it’s 100% natural unpotty training for now.

[247-diaperboy]

Jason lay on the bed beside his best friend and waited patiently for his diaper change.  It had only been two weeks since the two had been put back in diapers and already he had forgotten what boxers even felt like.  The thick padding between his legs was so soaked with hot piss the feeling was even riding up his backside.  His diaper was completely saturated, which was concerning because he didn’t even realize he’d wet himself at all.  His friend lay beside him with that same silent look that meant “I’m sorry”.  It was the same look Jason got during any diaper change…or bath time, or when he was fed in the high chair or given his nightly bottle or anytime he’d had to go over a knee for a spanking.  

Jason had been excited to see his college roommate’s hometown over the summer.  It only took one accident on his friend’s part to make the whole trip fall apart though.  The two were sharing a bed and woke up one morning to find the sheets mysteriously soaked.  The family decided they would both wear diapers and be treated as babies until one of them confessed.  Jason wasn’t going to rat out his friend, but he certainly wouldn’t take the blame. 

Suddenly Jason’s brother Carter burst in the room.  He was carrying the familiar bag of diaper changing supplies, but he had brought two of his friends whom Jason had never seen before.  The two attempted to cover their yellowed crotches, but it was too late.  Normally the father was the one who changed their diapers.  He was cruel and harsh and he insulted them while he did it, but at least the most humiliating part of their ordeal was kept between the three of them.  Now some group of 18 year olds would be in charge?  Could things get any worse?

Then he noticed the pink ruffled plastic panties and satin pink babydoll dress one of the boys had slung over his shoulder.

“Hey guys” Carter asked, “which one of these big babies looks more like a girl to you?”

[sinrob3]

The MAN I've become

Isn't really what I imagined growing up because

Accidents of the toilet nature have been happening regularly and now these CK's have been replaced with

Maybe classed as a man age wise but

Can't really deny my true age when that happens without warning

[wileywets]

“You want out? Too bad!”

My friends decided to leave me in my new toy while they went to the other room to play with legos (and the vibrator)

All I could do was bounce helplessly and fill my diapers 🥺

[bddsdl]

(Fiction) Poker nights at theirs were always nice, even though it took a while to get used to the 'living decoration' of his boy struggling in the room while we played.

Tonight was a good night for me, won quite a bit, the others left not long ago, i was telling him I'd be getting ready myself too when he asked for one more game, i had woon most of his money, i could give him a chance to win it back. I still had time, so i told him that given my luck of today, chances were not looking good for him, he still insisted.

As predicted, he lost three hands in a row, betting big each time, sitting without any funds opposite of me at the table then. But he wanted to go on, one more, he asked, but having no money to bet i asked what he'd think on that, he did not know, but kept begging for one more game.

In the background his boy still struggled in the bouncer, i looked at that and grinned, looking at him then i told him about an option: I'd put in the amount of money he lost this evening, he'd bet time in the bouncer. If he won, we'd be done for tonight, if he lost, he'd have to spend every poker night, which we held every other weekend, the whole day in that bouncer the way he kept his boy usually. Since i was putting up 1500 bucks, 15 of those weekends it would have to be. He agreed without thinking.

Cards dealt, i had a great hand, a straight flush, eight to queen, no concern about that, i did the 'official' bet of the 1500 bucks, he thought a little, then said: 'I of course match that, but i want to raise, what would it take to get you perform an 'all in' with everything you won tonight?'

That was a surprise, i thought a little, cards exchanged, cards on the table, cards in my had, chances of loosing were extremely little, so i returned the question what he'd be willing to offer, knowing that chances will be high that he lost that again. But i also added a suggestion to it, maybe if we'd change the 15 planned 'days we play' into whole weekends, from arriving after work on Fridays to leaving for work Monday morning without interruption.

He turned and looked at his boy bouncing there like nothing was happening at all, then thought a little and returned: 'I really am certain this time i get lucky, so i go all the way. I place the prior agreed 15 poker-night days in the bouncer, but i raise to permanent poker night weekends in the bouncer in the way you suggested against all your money winnings AND 100 poker night weekends in the bouncer for YOU, starting with the remaining time of this weekend for the looser.' He also added that we would sign a mutual promissory note in the amount of 500,000, payable immediately upon refusal to comply with the agreed weekend penalties, so the looser could not refuse for sure, no matter what.

I asked if he was serious, i looked at my hand again, no way I'd be loosing, so i mentioned whether he is sure, permanent, he'd never participate on our games but every time, so every other weekend, be over there like his boy was, asked again if he was truly sure about that. But he did not even listen, typed the promissory note already on his mobile and after pushing the print , i heard the printer already. He presented the doc for our singing. I again asked if he was certain, it was clear to me that he'd loose that one, but he countered with a 'chickening out, now that your stake raised too?' Well, that did it for me, i accepted the bet and stakes and signed right then.

I laid out the straight flush i had with a major grin on my face, but when he placed his hand on the table, fuck… double fuck…. mega fuck…. he also had a straight flush, but 9 to king. He yelped out, somehow only then realizing he actually won, at the same time i sat there, could not believe with that hand i lost this one…

But after grabbing the money on the table and the document we signed, he grinned at me, then pointed at his boy in the bouncer, telling me: 'The weekend still goes on for a while, time to get you ready.'

I still could not believe, but there was also no doubt about 'paying up' the losses, in all the years we played that was at no time ever a doubt.

We went into their bedroom, he had me strip and said: 'Exactly as my boy is the deal, that means double of the thickest night diapers we have, with double inlays to boost capacity, onesie and sicks only on top of that, the pacifier head harness locked on, mittens locked on behind the back, in the bouncer. but it also includes what you do not see, the flat chastity cage and the dildo up his butt.

I did not know indeed, but did not say much about it either, 'as his boy' was the agreement, not 'almost as his boy'. I was definitely not looking forward to any of it, so was not at all horny, it did not take any troubles for him to lock another flat chastity cage on me, making me think about the troubles to come when i DO get hard again, which i did regularly during evenings and nights. The bigger issue was the dildo then, i wasn't a virgin, but the amount of times and sizes of tools back there were limited in the past, so it took quite some work to accommodate the one he had, about 1.75 inch diameter and 7 inch long, with a base simulating a ball sack also.

Doing it all the time, the diapering up was no trouble for him at all, getting those two diapers and inlays in place neat and snug, by that also forcibly preventing that dildo from fully sliding out. But when i got up to get that onesie on, i noticed, sitting would push that thing deeper into my butt again, moving around meant slightly moving that thing in and out also, I'd be fucking myself slightly then, feeling totally weird to me right then.

But after onesie and socks were on, we went over to the living room, his boy still innocently bouncing around, unaware of anything. He unlocked the mittens of his boy and released him from the bouncer, then also unlocked and removed the head harness with the pacifier in place, while he then cleaned that dummy a little, he sent his boy 'to bed'. That harness went on my head, with it the huge dummy into my mouth, he even added the brim cap his boy wore earlier then before it was time to get into that bouncer.

I followed his guidance on that and minutes later was actually hanging in that thing, feet off the ground, my hands now also locked in those mittens on my back, and of course, with my weight on it, that dildo fully pushed up my butt now. He then took a little clip showing me off, all that was on, my helpless bouncing diapered, patting the thick padding in front of that flat cock cage also, not that i felt much of that anyway, then he said:

'It is Saturday morning 2 am now, so you have the time until Monday morning 6am, enough time to get ready to go to work then, I'll fetch the clothes you need to go to work from your place during the weekend.

I'll send this clip to our poker buddies, telling them that you won't be able to attend the next 100 game nights, because this is how you spend each of those weekends without exception.

So let it sink in during the remaining weekend now, I'll be snuggling up to my boy for the night.'

F*ck….. but then an even bigger f*ck... realizing- 100 times, every other weekend, that is 200 weeks, that makes 3 years and ten months... another 'megaf*ck' entered my mind...

[blondlittleboy]

Diapered canoe exploring is fun!! I got to visit my friends the turtles, the beavers, a couple water snakes, the froggies, the sandhill cranes, and a culture! It was a great adventure!!

[diaperdude29]

My big bro took a picture of me getting my diaper checked on our hike. He teased me for wetting my diaper the whole time I waddled back to the car.

[little-prince-patch]

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.

[blinktwice24]

summer of pullups, part 2

a sequel to this story.

it had been 3 weeks since michael's humilating accident, resulting in his older brother joseph taking away his underwear, leaving him with nothing but pull-ups.

"it's for your own good," joseph had said. "if you can't hold it, you need protection."

since then, joseph had mostly left michael alone. michael, being home from college for the summer, spent a lot of time at his family home. his brother and parents all worked during the day, giving him lots of time to himself.

today was a particularly warm day, and even with the ac on michael wasn't able to cool down sufficiently. since he was home alone and would be for the next several hours, he figured it wouldn't hurt to take off his shorts. he looked down at his exposed pull-up, his face warming. even though he was mostly used to it after 3 weeks, it was still an embarrassing predicament to be in.

michael booted up the playstation and opened his favorite game. none of his friends were online, so he decided to start a match with online randos. he took a swig of his diet coke and began playing.

about an hour later, he had downed the rest of his soda and a second can. he felt a pressure in his bladder, telling him it was probably time to get up and use the bathroom, but he ignored it. he was in the middle of a match he couldn't pause and didn't want to lose. switching to water, he took another sip and continued playing.

this went on for another hour. michael kept drinking, playing, and trying to ignore the growing pressure in his bladder. eventually, though, his bladder demanded attention.

one more match, he thought to himself. surely he could hold it.

finally, he was satisfied with his game. he looked down at his pull-up and began to stand up. his bladder spasmed and he doubled over, reaching a hand between his legs to hold himself.

fuck, he thought to himself. i didn't realize i had to go this bad.

he gave his dick a reassuring squeeze, surprised to find it semi-hard. intrigued by the pleasure, he began slowly rubbing the front of his pull-up.

since his forced accident a few weeks ago, he hadn't been forced into anymore. he'd been allowed to use the bathroom like normal, with no restrictions. he knew that joseph wouldn't be satisifed with simply making him wear the pull-up with no further attention, so he figured that additional humiliation would be coming, but he wasn't sure when.

"please, let me go," he said, out loud to no one. his face burned brightly. what was he doing? "fuck, i can't hold it any longer."

he squeezed his dick again and pressed his legs tightly together, trying as hard as he could to prevent the accident he knew was coming. he'd put off using the bathroom for too long, and now he would face the consequences. of course, if he wanted to, he probably could have gotten up and made it on time. but he was having too much fun. he would change out of his wet pull-up before joseph got home and no one would know.

"i can't hold it any longer, please let me go," he begged to no one. "i'm going to wet myself. i don't want to have a -- " he moaned.

"-- an accident."

with that, he felt his bladder spasm one last time, emptying itself into the soft padding.. he watched as it expanded more and more, sure it was going to leak. but he finished, and the pull-up held it all, miraculously.

"fuck," he said aloud. his dick was rock hard in the pull-up, straining against the wetness, which only served to humiliate him even further.

he stood up, ready to change, when a wave of tiredness swept over him. it must be the heat, he thought to himself. he looked over at his bed, which looked ever so inviting. he still had hours until anyone else would be home -- a short nap wouldn't hurt, right?

almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out. asleep, he couldn't know just how much he looked -- in just a t-shirt and wet pull-up -- like a bedwetting toddler. he slept soundly on, blissfully unaware.

hours later, michael was jolted awake by his older brother's harsh, incredulous voice.

"wake up, bro," joseph said. he couldn't believe what he was looking at -- his little brother asleep in his pull-up, and by the looks of it, it was soaked. "you really pissed the bed, huh? good thing i took your undies away."

michael wasn't sure if he should cover his pull-up or his face, so he just lay their, dumbfounded and unmoving. he wanted to protest, that he didn't wet the bed, he just... he just purposefully peed in his pull-up, fully awake and aware. he couldn't find the words to explain himself, so instead he remained silent, burning in his shame.

"put these on," joseph said, throwing michael a pair of gym shorts. "we're going out."

to be continued...?

[tobias-north-dl]

For weeks i begged to be allowed to sleep without protection. And when you finally gave in it didn’t take more than one night for me to prove why i need diapers to bed. 😳😰

[blinktwice24]

matt’s christmas vacation pt. 2

(a sequel to this story)

alex wasn’t just content with his brother matt wearing diapers during their vacation — he intended to make matt use them as well.

the nighttime wetting was the easiest. it was as though the diapers had given matt a sense of security that reverted him back to his bedwetting self — psychologically, his body knew that if the sheets were protected, there was no need to wake matt up to pee. the first night, he woke up as he was pissing into his diaper. after that, he slept blissfully through his accidents.

this still wasn’t enough for alex. during the day, he made matt ask for permission to use the bathroom. permission that never came, of course. combined with the countless drinks alex slid matt’s way, his diapers were wet more often than not. matt, threatened with pictures that would be sent to his girlfriend and roommates, was powerless to stop this humiliation.

somehow, their parents never caught on to the fact that their oldest son was pissing himself regularly throughout the week, and a week went by and it was time to go home.

“tell you what bro,” said alex. “here’s your boxers back. if you can stay dry until we get home, i’ll give you the rest of your underwear back and i’ll delete all the photos i took of you. if you can’t stay dry, then we’ll have to implement some more permanent changes.”

matt was right to be hesitant. he knew his brother must have been up to something. “what’s the catch?”

“no catch. you can use the bathroom whenever you want. just don’t piss yourself.”

this would turn out to be easier said than done.

their mom was a nervous flyer, so as soon as they made it through airport security she was at the airport bar.

“want anything?” she asked her sons after she ordered a glass of wine.

“let’s get a couple beers,” said alex.

matt, never one to turn down free alcohol, gladly accepted. alex knew their mom would want a second round, and when the time came he ordered a sprite for himself and another beer for matt.

as matt drank down his second drink, alex slipped a little sleeping medicine into the sprite. “finish this for me, yeah?” he said, sliding it over to matt. matt hesitated, then took the drink. what could be the harm? he could use the bathroom whenever he wanted, after all.

and he did, right before they boarded. alex didn’t mind. why would he?

matt began to feel tired as he sat down in the window seat, alex next to him. their parents were a few rows ahead, sitting in aisle seats across from each other. matt yawned as the flight attendants did their safety presentation.

“you tired?” asked alex, feigning innocence.

“yeah,” said matt. “i’ll be fine though. i’ll sleep through the flight and be refreshed when we land”

“let me know if you need me to get up so you cam go to the bathroom,” said alex.

they took off. alex was glad that matt managed to stay awake long enough for the flight attendants to offer a drink. matt ordered a glass of wine and used their dad’s credit card to pay for it.

half an hour later he was out like a light, resting his head on the tray table.

night night, bro, alex thought. it wouldn’t be long now before —

alex watched in glee as the front of matt’s pants began to darken. the alcohol, the sleeping medicine, the reliance on diapers for the last week had all caught up to matt, and he was pissing himself in his sleep, right on the airplane. alex grinned as he took another photo of his brother in wet pants to add to the collection.

when they landed, their parents would see that their oldest son had had an accident. alex would use matt’s credit card to order packs of diapers and pull-ups, and throw away the rest of his underwear. there’d be no hiding that matt was a bedwetting, diaper dependent loser. but for now, he slept on in his soaked pants and boxers, unaware just how much his life was about to change.

[adultbabystories]

The hallway was dark, and you stepped forward anyway. Every few steps was a door with a number on it, every few steps a faint light above. A friend told you not to go, that you are too vanilla, and maybe you should start slow. But the chats with that man drove your imaginations wild.

“I like, sumbisive men, on the floor next to me, on their hurting knees, with a tear on their cheeks”.

You wanted to experience it. You needed to experience it.

Smells of cigarettes, beer, cheap colons, and sweat filled your nose. What’s the room number? You could barely see the doors.

“You don’t know that man. You only talked to him twice at this trashy bar. That address he gave you, it's weird,” said your worrying friend, “don't go.”

But you went.

“I’ll be gentle my boy,” the man said and caressed your thigh, “after all, I’ll be wanting you coming back for more”.

You could go back. You could make up an excuse. Your heart was racing, but you moved forward. No coming back now.

You found the room and knocked on the door. Your dick was hard, thinking about what’s waiting for you on the other side.

The door opened. The room was dark as well, with faint lights. The man stood there, shirtless. A belt was wrapped around his palm as he held a thick adult diaper.

“You came,” he said.

You nodded, with a raging boner between your legs.

“One chance to get in, one chance to turn around”.

Looking at the belt and the diaper, looking at him. You were not going back, not now. You walked in.

As you were walking passed him, he whispered into your ear, “Good boy”, which made your jeans tighter.