In addition to being extremely cute and amusing, this kind of moments reminds me how much progress my little guy has made over the last year. Progress to the point that wearing a pull-up is now considered a “big boy thing”. Twelve months ago, he insisted on diapers being fun but not necessary because he was (according to him) a big strong and independent man.
How things change…
This pull-up which will inevitably be soaked and leak within a couple hours. Quick tip for all daddies out there : obviously never put your boy in footed pajamas if he’s wearing a pull-up if you don’t want to end up with a soaked outfit to deal with; onesies are a great alternative.
To anyone wondering, rest assured this is a very temporary underwear and this little guy will be back in diapers in less than 8 hours!
Diaper Chart : How to keep your little obedient and motivated
Daddy tips - 2
Hi everyone,
Since it looks like you enjoyed the quick "Diapeefy" year in review I made for my little crinkle butt, I thought I’d also share with you the template of the diaper chart I have been using in 2024 (and will be using in 2025) to keep track of all of that.
Perhaps this can inspire other Daddies/CG.
The goal is simple : Get 35 points to get a "Magic Stickies Card" for the following week. If 35 points have not been reached, no stickies for at least a week, until the next diaper chart is completed. Points cannot be carried over from one week to another. It automatically resets to 0 on Monday morning.
How to get points :
Gives 2 points :
Messy Diaper
Gives 1 point :
Soggy Diaper
Baby food dinner (baby food breakfast is everyday and therefore does not count as a bonus)
Playing for more than an hour in playpen
Gives 0 point (just helps keeping track of it)
Cage locked
Sticky Diaper
Diaper outside
Negative points :
Forgot bib (if baby eats by himself) = -4 points
If all baba have not been drank (morning, afternoon and evening) = -3 points per non-completed day
Any other naughty act can have an impact on the final number of points. Trying to remove diapers without permission is -10 points but it has only happened twice, so no need for it to show in the chart.
Last January, I created a diaper chart to keep track of my little guy’s progress throughout the year and I must say this is impressive!
It gave me the idea of creating this quick year in review which I, of course, have to share with you guys for your enjoyment and to make his little cheeks get red from embarrassment.
Oh it's just so adorable when Rachel and I bring over our hubbies and let them have playtime!
They used to be so timid around each other at first, which is strange, because they're best friends. But, I guess, it can be weird to have to kiss each other while you rub the cock of your old college roommate through their pissy pampers.
A couple weeks in chastity changed all that though. Now they're so excited to see each other! It means they get to have play time, which means they get their chance to make cummies!
Rachel and I have come up with many amusing ways to get them to make each other spurt in their respective pampers, but this might be our best idea yet!
Bobby and Brad both groaned when they got an 8-inch dildo shoved their butt. But those groans have now turned to frustrated moans as they bump their little bum bums together! Look at how cute they are! Surely they'll be able to cum through their little cages this way, right? If not, oh well. At least Rachel and I will have plenty of laughs (and videos) to look back on!
On a scale from one to ten how horny are you after worshipping my feet for this past hour toe boy? Ten?! But you said ten yesterday?
You mean to tell me you didn’t cum yesterday and I’ve let you worship my feet for a whole hour and you aren’t any hornier than you were yesterday? Guess I’ll need to keep you denied for longer. You obviously don’t want it enough yet, bitch boy.
I sat and fidgeted with my phone, desperately hoping it would ding with an update from her. My stomach hit me with another wave of discomfort, reminding me of the desperation of my situation.
As I waited, I thought back on the 12 months prior, and the events that led up to my current predicament. If I had only been more careful… I didn’t know that she was checking my phone after I’d gone to sleep every night. I can’t even imagine the wild things she found on my secret Tumblr account. I just thought she was vanilla, I didn’t think there was any way she’d ever accept the things I only thought about in secret, let alone that she’d want to participate.
But when she came home from work early to surprise me on our one year anniversary, and found me humping a pillow in a thick, full, diaper, everything changed in an instant.
“What’s going on here?!” She said as she stood in our bedroom doorway.
My jaw hit the floor, my stomach met my throat, my ears started ringing. I’m not sure how I didn’t just black out.
“Jake, I’m not going to ask you again, what are you doing? Please explain this to me, RIGHT NOW!”
I don’t even remember those first few minutes or what came out of my mouth, but it must have been mostly gibberish, I just remember how relieved I was when she cut me off.
“Just stop. I’ve seen what you’ve been looking at on your phone, I already know. I just didn’t think this was really something you wanted… I just wish you would have talked to me about this. But here you are, on our anniversary, acting like… I don’t even know.”
She dropped her head into her hands and pulled at her hair, taking a deep breath in.
“Okay, listen to me. We need to talk.” She said, looking up with resolve now. She came and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me into the living room.
I don’t remember most of the conversation, my nervous system was in full flight mode, but I was somehow glued to the sofa. I wished to be out of my diaper so badly.
“Well if this is what you want, this is what we’re going to do, but it’s going to be by my rules. Got it?” She said, somehow bringing me back into my body.
I didn’t even know what exactly what I was agreeing to, but I swallowed hard enough to finally be able to speak.
“Wait, please, I’m so sorry, you don’t have to do this though, I can stop, I promise!” I said with a tongue that felt like a brick.
“I’ve done enough research to know that that’s unlikely. But I appreciate you saying that. Also, you’ll be calling me ‘Mommy’ until I tell you otherwise. C’mon now.” She snapped back quickly.
With that she led me back into the bedroom…
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“DING” My mind snapped back to the present as I looked down at my phone.
“Hey sweetie! Sorry, work went late today, I’ll be home in 30 minutes or so. How’s your diaper doing little one?”
I furiously texted back; “Mommy! My tummy hurts so bad! Please can I use the potty?!” I was desperate. I knew the rules. I couldn’t ever touch my own diapers. I knew what she would say, but there was so much more at stake today, of all days.
*DING* “Sweetie, you know the rules. Please hold it till I get home. I really do want to have sex with you tonight, especially since it’s our anniversary. But if you mess yourself, that’s definitely not happening. I’m in the car now. See you soon love. Please make the right decision.”
My fingers couldn’t move fast enough, they felt like sticks of concrete against my phone, I knew she was already driving but I had to try;
“Please!!! I don’t think I can make it!”
*Read at 4:33pm*
No response.
I waited. I went upstairs to lay on the bed, hoping to ease some of the pressure in my gut. My tiny penis strained in its cage thinking about her. Every minute drug on for hours. Each wave of pressure in my stomach stronger than the last. It was 4:55pm, and I couldn’t hold it any more. I had a last ditch plan. Maybe if she’s distracted when she gets home she’ll just tell me to jump in the shower and get ready for dinner without even checking my diaper, it wouldn’t have been too far fetched of a scenario, it’s happened a few times before, and we were already cutting it close for our reservation. She would definitely notice if the diaper tapes had been tampered with though, I learned that lesson the hard way. There was no way I was gonna miss my chance to have sex again. It’s been a long and desperate 12 months.
I convinced myself this plan could work. I moved to the floor and squatted in my droopy diaper, I felt a gap between my butt and the soggy padding, a space that I realized was about to be filled. I prayed that the probiotics I’d been taking would minimize the smell, if so, I might have a chance at this plan actually succeeding. My legos were still strewn about on the floor where I was playing earlier, I stepped carefully to avoid the sharp pieces. I grabbed my teddy bear, happy that he still happened to be there for me, holding him somehow gave me some reassurance. Just getting into position started to relieve some of the pressure. I tried to relax and give a slight push. Instantly, it felt like I had released a soft slick submarine into the thick damp diaper around my butt. The padding resisted the push initially but my mess quickly softened and filled every bit of space within my diaper, pushing the padding even further out from my skin. I winced as I felt my shame simultaneously spread from the top of my but to the tip of my cage. Another wave of cramps hit me. I tried to breath through it. I didn’t think my diaper could hold more but I didn’t have a choice at this point, my body gave way and released more soft goo into the back seat of my already full diaper. I finally felt some relief, and exhaled deeply, burying my face further into my teddy bear…
“Oh wow….. well that was quite a show sweetie…” Her voice startled me.
My face flushed instantly at the sound of her, my heart dropped, my ears rang, the false sympathy in her tone lit my face on fire. “Oh no, please no….” I thought, “this can’t be real… How did I not hear the keys in the door?”
“Looks like someone is a stinky boy!” She said with a slightly elevated tone now.
She stepped a few feet inside the doorway and paused, hands on her hips. She saw me still squatting, knees bent, legs apart, hiding my face behind my teddy bear, trying not to move, trying not to worsen the mess I’d already made.
“Uh oh....” Her voice slightly deepening as she slowly walked towards me. I knew she wanted to see my face and make me admit what I did. She never missed an opportunity to turn me all shades of red. As she approached I could feel my pulse intensify. I was ready to say whatever I had to say to get this humiliation over with as quickly as possible. There might still be a chance to be free tonight if I complied.
She gently pushed the stuffy away from my face, taking my chin in her hand, lifting my face to meet hers.
“What happened here sweetie?”She said as she reached her other hand around me to firmly pat my bottom. I cringed and flinched as she used her palm to spread my mess even more. I hoped this would be over soon.
“It, it was an… uuhhh… accident...”
“I can see that baby boy... and smell it too.” She said with a side smile, and wrinkled nose. “Are you sure it was an ‘accident’ though?”
The smirk on her face intensified my shame. She turned and walked a few steps away from me. For a moment I thought my embarrassment was finished, that she’d release me from my stinky shame. But she kneeled down and started clearing some of the legos, making a clear spot on the floor. She lightly patted the spot she’d cleared.
“Do you wanna show me what you were building over here kiddo?” Her smile widening even more.
I was confused, what was she doing? She knows what I did, I needed a diaper change! Why did she care about the stupid legos? The realization of her intentions suddenly hit me and I started to panic a little, as she started walking back towards me. Before I knew it, she held my wrist firmly in her hand and was guiding me over to the spot.
“Come on kiddo! Let’s see what you’ve been building here!” She said as she started to kneel down, my wrist still in her grasp, forcing me to squat. I instinctively dropped to both knees when I was low enough and stabilized myself with the hand that was still holding my teddy.
“Why don’t you sit down and show mommy what you were making huh?”
My ears were ringing, I was so nervous, full panic mode.
“Oh please don’t make me do this!” I thought.
I remember wishing she wasn’t so attractive, I knew she was wearing a low cut top just to drive me even more crazy, and the mini skirt… not much was left to my imagination. I felt my pathetic penis strain against its plastic chastity cage, in spite of my overwhelming shame. By now her smile had turned into a full devilish grin and she was directly in front of me.
“I uhh… I umm… mommy I… mommy can we…”
I couldn’t even form a coherent thought, let alone think of a way to talk myself out of this situation.
“Stop stuttering sweetie, use your words.”
Her eye contact was relentless, I felt like she was looking right through me. It was too much to reciprocate.
“I need a diaper change mommy.” The words dumped out of me, like they came from someone else.
“You’ll get a change when I think you need a change little one, now sit down and show mommy what you’ve been working on mister!”
There was a sternness in her voice now that frightened me a little. I had a feeling she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, but I had to try, this was just too humiliating to accept, and I knew I’d regret it later if I didn’t at least try something. I began to get off my knees, to get my feet under me, maybe I could stand up and at least distract her.
Before I could fully stand she put her hands on my shoulders and stopped me from getting up any further.
“Sweetie, we’re not going anywhere until you do what I’ve told you to do. Now sit down!”
The tone of her voice was enough to make me realize she was dead serious. Before I could decide for myself how this would happen, I felt her pressing down on my shoulders as I caught myself slightly falling, leaning back on both hands.
My drooping diaper was now inches from the floor, she moved her right hand from my shoulder down to the front of my diaper. In any other situation, I would have expected this to mean some special attention down there, and my hips instinctively thrust into her hand. She responded with a gentle but firm squeeze and pressure, causing my tiny member to throb even harder in its cage, but I realized my bottom was getting closer to the floor as she rubbed me.
She paused just as my diaper made soft contact with the carpet, I whimpered and finally made eye contact while giving my last thrust of resistance, almost as if to say “please no…”
“Shhhh…. it’s okay sweetie, be a good boy for mommy and sit down.” She said as she continued to press down
I wasn’t prepared for what I felt. The mess was much bigger than I thought as it spread even more, slowly outwards towards the front and back of my diaper. Shame washed over me and my face was burning with embarrassment. The thick mush spreading inside was sensory overload, moving into every crevasse of my underside. My tiny penis had now grown to fill all usable space of the already small chastity tube, and was begging for more room. I groaned and whimpered again as mommy’s hand continued to apply pressure to the front of my diaper, which caused me to fully come to rest on my bottom, there was no space in my diaper left uncovered by my mess. I saw the telltale brown stains inside the leg gathers that were now desperately holding on. It felt like I was sitting down but the shifting yuckyness under me made me unsure of my seating.
“Aww there you go baby boy!” She said, her tone finally softening.
I let out a few tears as I brought my teddy up to my face again. Mommy then started to massage where her hand already was on my diaper. She knew I couldn’t help but grind back against her hand in desperation. I heard her giggle a bit, surely relishing in my abject humiliation, which in turn only made me cringe all the more, yet the inner turmoil seemed to only burn hotter as I continued to squirm and thrust.
She moved even closer to me now, I could feel her warmth and smell her perfume, in sharp contrast to my now pungent odor.
She brought her face towards mine as if too kiss me, but shifted and whispered into my ear;
“You are such a good boy sweetie. You made the right decision.”
She kissed my forehead softly before she stood back up. She reached out both hands for me to grasp.
“C’mon up now kiddo! Let’s get another diaper over that one really quick, we don’t wanna be late for dinner!”
Your roommate was on the soccer team and he always left his sweaty smelly worn gear all over the room...jock straps, cleats, jerseys, shorts, and your favorites, his sweaty dirty long soccer socks. You fucking loved it. When he wasn't there you'd sniff his dirty socks and jerk off. One day he came in and kicked off his sneakers and was wearing a pair of his soccer socks jacked up to his knees. He sat at his desk and crossed his feet on it and started gaming on his computer. "Hey, faggot," he said. You heard him but you didn't respond, you thought he must be talking to someone online. Again, he said "Hey, faggot" and you looked at him to see what was going on. He didn't even look at you. He said "Ya, I'm talking to you. Crawl over here and worship my stinking soccer socks faggot. I've seen you in here beating off to 'em when I'm not here. I knew you were a homo and let that go but you're one of those fetish pervert faggots, huh? You have no fucking self respect. So if you wanna sniff my dirty socks you're gonna do it when I'm here wearing 'em. And you're gonna give me foot massages every fucking day, my feet fucking ache practicing and playing matches every day. I'm getting something outta this if I've gotta live with a freak. Now get started. And from now on you do my laundry and you clean the room and you leave me a twenty on my desk every day for walking around money and to fucking pay me for not kicking your fucking ass, you fucking turd.
Justin woke up as Christian, his roommate at the frat house, pulled away the sheets on Justin’s bed to reveal his big wet plastic diaper with the babyish print.
“I told you he wears diapers!” Christian said to the other frat brothers. “He told me he has been pissing himself lately so he needs to wear them. Though he obviously likes it if he is deciding to wear baby-like pampers like this!” Christian grinned as he patted Justin’s thick crinkly diaper. “Though he said he sometimes forgets to wear them. Why don’t we help our frat brother out?”
The frat brothers burst out laughing and grabbed Justin and held him down.
“Wait! I -” Justin shouted but then Christian shoved a pink dildo in Justin’s mouth and tied a strap around his head so it wouldn’t come out.
“Baby needs his pacifier!” Christian smirked.
The frat brothers couldn’t stop laughing and commenting how much he looked like a little baby. A couple of the guys pulled out their phones to get a couple photos.
“Let’s tie him down so he doesn’t try to take his diaper off and then wet the bed.” Christian told his frat brothers while grabbing some nylon climbing rope. The guys started tying him down to the bed. “Make sure his arms can’t move above his head so he can’t undo his diapers!” Christian instructed while tightening the rope around his arms.
Justin struggled but couldn’t move. He tried to shout but the dildo in his mouth made it so no one could understand him. Drool ran down his face and chin. He couldn’t believe his frat brothers would do this to him. But most of all he couldn’t believe that Christian, his roommate, frat brother and best friend, would humiliate him like this.
What the other frat brothers don’t know is that he didn’t need to wear diapers. In fact, the diaper he was wearing was given to him by Christian. Christian dared him to wear it and then see if he could wet it after they got drunk. Then Christian dared Justin to go to bed with it still on. They often dared each other to do goofy things after a wild frat party, so the diaper dare didn’t seem unusual. Though Justin did wonder where the diaper came from…
“Look here, guys!” Christian yelled from Justin’s closet. The frat brothers stopped taking pictures and teasing Justin to see what Christian had found. Inside Justin’s closet Christian pulled out a full case of baby-like plastic adult diapers. “It looks like he’s got a lot of diapers, enough to wear all day and night, every day.” Christian grinned. “And if he refuses, we will be forced to post these photos we’ve taken of him and share them all over campus and with his family and friends.”
Justin was stunned. Where did the case of diapers come from. Christian must have put them there after Justin passed out.
Christian and his other frat brothers planned how to force Justin to wear diapers 24/7. As Justin struggled to get free and tried to understand how this happened, Christian turned and gave Justin an evil smirk. Justin realized that he was no longer free. He was now Christian’s diapered slave.
Your roommate was on the soccer team and he always left his sweaty smelly worn gear all over the room...jock straps, cleats, jerseys, shorts, and your favorites, his sweaty dirty long soccer socks. You fucking loved it. When he wasn't there you'd sniff his dirty socks and jerk off. One day he came in and kicked off his sneakers and was wearing a pair of his soccer socks jacked up to his knees. He sat at his desk and crossed his feet on it and started gaming on his computer. "Hey, faggot," he said. You heard him but you didn't respond, you thought he must be talking to someone online. Again, he said "Hey, faggot" and you looked at him to see what was going on. He didn't even look at you. He said "Ya, I'm talking to you. Crawl over here and worship my stinking soccer socks faggot. I've seen you in here beating off to 'em when I'm not here. I knew you were a homo and let that go but you're one of those fetish pervert faggots, huh? You have no fucking self respect. So if you wanna sniff my dirty socks you're gonna do it when I'm here wearing 'em. And you're gonna give me foot massages every fucking day, my feet fucking ache practicing and playing matches every day. I'm getting something outta this if I've gotta live with a freak. Now get started. And from now on you do my laundry and you clean the room and you leave me a twenty on my desk every day for walking around money and to fucking pay me for not kicking your fucking ass, you fucking turd.
Here’s chapter fifteen of the ongoing, collaborative story written by my friend, BoysRBabies, and me. We are writing alternating chapters—I wrote this one. For links to the previous chapters, see the bottom of the post.
18+ readers only!!
Tyler half-expected to see Connor when they arrived back at the center. Which would’ve been terrible for so many different reasons. Worst of all would be knowing he’d lost his one lifeline to the outside world. His one chance of escape.
But it would be nearly as bad for Connor to see him like this. When he finally escaped this nightmare, Tyler was going to set things right with the people who ran this place and with Monica. Once he’d settled the score, he would bury his experiences here as deeply into the closet as possible. Connor seeing him like this, waddling around in a wet diaper? That would make it impossible to ever completely move on. Connor would never look at him the same way again, and Tyler would see it on his face every time they worked on a project, went out for beers, or complained about their wives.
Rosie and the other handlers guided the group off the bus and back into the facility. With each moment, each step deeper into the baby-prison, Tyler relaxed a little more. No Connor. And they loved their theatrics here. If somehow they’d caught wind of the note and Kari had Connor sent here—a Blue Slip or whatever they called it—Rosie would make a big production out of it. They’d want an audience for the big reveal. More people meant more teasing and tormenting, which was the currency of this place.
“Okay, boys, afternoon nap time,” one of the orderlies called out. She placed a hand on Robbie’s back and led him towards the sleeping room.
Tyler sighed and followed after him. No one had told him he wasn’t paired up with Robbie anymore, so best to play it safe and keep an eye on the dolt. He just hoped nap time didn’t last long. Lying in bed listening to a bunch of big babies snore and whine and fill their diapers while he replayed the awful experience at the zoo sounded like its own special torture. At least when he was up and about, he could distract himself.
“Not you, Ty-Ty,” Rosie said, putting a hand on his arm.
Tyler stopped, suddenly wishing he was going with the others. Being singled out was never good here.
“I have a special surprise for you,” Rosie said, smiling sweetly.
He twisted away from her. “You can’t do this!” Tyler blurted out. “People have rights! Men have rights. You can’t just drag us off and stick us in places like this. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
Rosie cocked an eyebrow, brow furrowed. She looked genuinely perplexed—an expression he’d never seen her make before. She always exuded an air of relaxed superiority, as if she were five steps ahead of him and all the other guys there. “Tyler?”
Shit. Had he gotten it wrong? His mind raced to come up with an explanation for his outburst that wouldn’t lead to further questions. “I mean, I just think it’s not right what you’re doing to us, is all. Robbie wanted to play with blocks when he got back, and you’re gonna make him take a nap?” It was a lie. And a lame lie, at that. He didn’t give two shits about what Robbie wanted, and Rosie knew that.
Nothing about the way Rosie scanned his face, eyes boring into him with an intensity he hadn’t seen before, led him to think she believed his hasty excuse. Quite the opposite, in fact. He’d managed to put himself under the microscope. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Rosie’s expression changed again. Her lips turned down a bit as if she were about to coo over a photo of an adorable puppy. “Awww, well, isn’t that sweet of you. You and Robbie can pway with bwocks a little later, sweetie.” She took his hand and led him through a door on the left.
Tyler’s heart thudded in his chest as she led him down an unfamiliar hallway. The longer he was stuck here, the more he realized just how massive and maze-like the facility was. Rosie pressed a button by the door. “I have Ty-Ty,” she said. A voice crackled out of a small speaker. “Bring him in.” There was a jarring buzz and then the click of a disengaging lock.
They stepped into a room he’d never been in before. The floors were lined with a blue tile that continued several feet up the walls, like you’d see in a public bathroom or commercial kitchen. A drain sat in the center of the room, and a hose was coiled in one corner. Toys were scattered across the floor: chunky cars and DUPLO blocks; a blue, red, and yellow ride-on car; plastic rings and rubber balls. Two other guys Tyer hadn’t seen before stood awkwardly in the center of the room, saying nothing.
“Hi, Ty-Ty,” a familiar woman’s voice came from overhead. Tyler shielded his eyes against the bright overhead light to see that there was a balcony with a waist-high wall above the room he stood in. Calli stood there with two other women, looking down on him. She said something to the women, both of whom carried clipboards. The women laughed and nodded.
Tyler felt exposed. Probably because he was exposed. This was some sort of observation room. Like the kind medical students would observe surgeries in. His stomach twisted into knots. A moment later, he felt a dribble of warm pee escape into his diaper and cursed himself for it. It was just a room, after all. No better or worse than anything else in this prison camp.
Calli left the two and followed the catwalk into a room with a mirrored glass window. Someone could be in there right now, watching him, and he’d never know. Maybe even Connor. He dismissed that thought as soon as it appeared. If they brought Connor here, why would they have him up there to watch him? Still, he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that someone was in there, observing.
A moment later, he heard that same jarring buzzer, and a door opened beneath the balcony. Calli walked into the room, beaming. “Well hello, boys,” she said.
“Hi,” one of the guys responded quietly. He waved nervously, never taking his eyes off the floor.
Calli giggled. “Hi, Benji. Still a bit shy around the ladies, I see.”
Calli held up a tray with three gift-wrapped packages resting on it. They were not much bigger than what you’d put a ring or other small bit of jewelry in. A big bow sat on top of each one. “I have a very special present for each of you boys. I’m so, so excited for you to open them. Are you excited?”
The other guy—not Benji—nodded enthusiastically. Tyler didn’t say anything. Calli turned to him. “How about you, Ty-Ty? Are you excited about your gift?”
He managed not to say the first thing that came to mind. Or even the second thing. He could still taste soap in the back of his throat. “Sure,” he said noncommittally. Excited? No. Curious? Yes. He knew it couldn’t be anything good, but maybe—just maybe—it was something that would be interesting. Something to engage his mind and take his focus off Connor and everything that had transpired at the zoo with Celine and the crazy lady in the bathroom.
Calli held out the tray. “Blue for Benji and red for Kevie.” Each guy hesitantly plucked their gift off the tray. Calli turned to Tyler. “And an extra-special orange box for our fierce lil’ Tyger.” Rosie chuckled at that, and Tyler shot her a withering glance.
He plucked the gift off the tray and held it hesitantly, suddenly worried about what he’d find inside.
“Go ahead, sweetie,” Rosie said.
Tyler took a deep breath and tore off the wrapping paper. Beneath that was a small, white box. Just like you’d put jewelry in. He lifted the lid, hand shaking, and stopped. He turned to Rosie, then Calli, who stared at him intently. “Uh, a toy?”
Sitting on a bit of cotton padding was an orange and black plastic tiger toy. He picked it up. Except it was weirdly shaped and proportioned. It wasn’t like those little animal figures that came in plastic bins at the dollar store. This was almost cylindrical in shape, with openings on its sides, like vents or bars. The beast’s toothless mouth was open wide—too wide to be realistic in relation to the rest of the proportions—and it had big, cartoonish eyes painted above that. Its front legs and paws were tucked up against the sides of the body, and the outline of a tail draped along the back. There was something beneath it. An orange and black ring with two paws on the outside edge.
“Uh, thanks?” he said. The other two guys were turning similar animals over in their hands. One had a chunky pink pig with a curly tail, and the other held what appeared to be a gray bunny rabbit.
“What do you think, boys?” Calli asked. “Who wants to go first? Benji?”
Benji burst into tears.
“Awww, don’t you like your new little pal?” Calli asked. “He’s gonna be your closest friend from now on, you know.” She chuckled.
Benji shook his head violently. Calli gestured, and that loud door buzzer sounded again. A moment later, two of the hulking orderlies walked into the room.
Rosie took him by the arm and led him away from the other boys. “Turns out there was a bit of a mix-up, Ty-ty. Something that happened when your mommy filed the paperwork for the Blue Slip. She patted his head. “You don’t need to worry about any of that boring grownup stuff. All you need to do is decide that you want to be a good, brave boy for me.”
Tyler once again had to stifle the confused, angry response that first came to mind. He eyed the toy. “I have no idea what this is or what you’re talking about.”
Rosie grinned. “You still haven’t figured it out? That’s alright. It just shows what a sweet, innocent lil guy you truly are.” She plucked the toy out of his hand. “We call these ‘Peepee Pals. Or sometimes just ‘pals.’ They are a special animal friend who is always with you. They keep you from getting confused and trying to do any icky grownup stuff.”
Tyler looked at the orange toy and it all clicked into place. “Wait. That goes on…?”
Rosie’s subtle grin blossomed into a toothy smile. “Uh-huh. Isn’t that fun?”
“What happens when…how will I…?” His mind reeled with the implications. First of all, that’d never fit on him. But if it did, he couldn’t get hard. Which, it finally clicked, was the point. He wouldn’t be able to have sex. Or jerk off. Or anything.
Rosie wrinkled her nose. “You don’t need to be thinking about all those grownup things ever again. They aren’t for you. Your animal pal will always keep you soft and safe so you can focus on playin’ with toys and wettin’ your diapies.”
He looked over at Benji, who stood in the middle of the room, diaper around his ankles. The two orderlies flanked him while Calli kneeled in front of him. Tyler turned to face Rosie. “You said I don’t have to. Whatever insane laws allowed for this—” he gestured at the room “—don’t let you force me, right?”
Rosie sighed. “That’s right. Not yet, anyway. We’ve talked to your mommy, and she said she meant to check that box, but there must have been a mixup with the paperwork.”
“BS. There’s no way she’d want me like this. She loves my cock. We have an amazing sex life.”
Rosie didn’t say anything, but she looked amused. He knew what she was thinking: if it was so great, why did she send you here? She let the silence hang for a moment. Benji gently sobbed in the background.
“You have a chance to be a good, brave boy and make me soooo happy,” Rosie said after a moment. “Do you want to do that Ty-Ty? Do you want to make me and your mommy happy?”
He almost laughed in her face. Making either of them happy was the last thing he wanted to do. Then he considered the situation. He’d had no agency since he’d arrived here. No choice in any of this. This was the first chance to influence his world. To regain some degree of control. Even if the absurdity of it was that to gain control he’d need to relinquish access to his fundamental masculinity. “You’ll tell her? If I put the stupid thing on, I mean?” He put up his hand. “I’m not saying I will. I’m just asking.”
“Of course. We provide her with daily updates. She’s been eagerly tracking your progress back to babyhood. She’d be thrilled to hear you embraced your Peepee Pal.”
“So, if I do this, I’ll get out of here sooner?”
Rosie smiled slightly. “I can’t promise anything, but we don’t want to keep you here forever, Ty-Ty. We’re all about reuniting boys with their mommies. The sooner we see you embracing your new life…the sooner we can pat you on your padded bum and send you home.”
He was giving up something definitive. Solid. His ability to get off. To even get hard. To be a man. And in return, he was getting what? She could be lying to him, and he’d never know. She might be bluffing that the paperwork was being processed to force him to wear the thing anyway. But if there were any chance he could get himself out of here early, he’d do it. And the moment he was out, he’d take the thing off along with the diapers.
“Okay,” he said. “Sure.”
Rosie beamed and hugged him. “Such a brave boy! I can’t wait to tell your mommy.” She looked up at the balcony and nodded. The two women started furiously scratching on their notepads. He’d forgotten all about them.
“Who are they?” he asked.
Rosie bent over and pulled the tapes off his diaper. “Don’t you worry about them. They’re just doing boring grownup stuff.”
“I’m not worried. I’m just curious.”
His diaper flopped to the floor with a wet plop. He must have wet it more than he’d realized.
“Let’s just say they’re helping more boys get back to being who they were always meant to be. And you should be proud that you’re helping them.”
Tyler’s stomach turned at that. Was he a traitor now, too?
Rosie cupped his junk in her soft hand. She fed his balls through the ring with one swift gesture. He immediately started to stiffen. It felt like it’d been a million years since he’d cum.
“Ouch!” he snapped.
Rosie had flicked the head of his penis with her finger. She did it again. He tried to pull away, but she held him tightly.
“What the…why are you…?” he trailed off as he became limp again, and the purpose became obvious. “You could’ve just, you know, asked me.”
Rosie laughed loudly. The sound echoed off the tile. “I’m pleased that you finally want to listen, sweetie, but if you silly boys had that kind of self-control we wouldn’t be here now, would we?” Without warning, she slid the plastic tiger down his shaft. She didn’t quite have to jam it, but almost. The cage was tight, but somehow it fit. His heart sank. There’d been a part of him that thought the thing wouldn’t even fit, and he’d get the brownie points from agreeing to it without paying the cost. There was a click and she held up a small key with a small rubber tiger head on the end. She smiled. “I will keep this safe until we give it to your mommy.”
Tyler looked down, and his heart sank. It was small. Even smaller than he’d imagined. Seeing his manhood caged in a tiny, plastic tiger was even more emasculating than the diapers. He felt tears welling behind his eyes.
Rosie hugged him again. “Aww, it’s okay, sweetie. Pretty soon, you and your pal will be best friends. You’ll forget all about that yucky grownup stuff.”
She released him and stepped back. “Now if you need to…oh.” She put her hand to her mouth and giggled.
Tyler felt a hot trickle down his leg. He was peeing. It ran out of the cage, snaked down his thigh and calf, and pooled between his toes. He hadn’t realized he was going until it started, and now he couldn’t seem to stop it. He just stood locked in place as Rosie watched him wet himself. Finally, the stream stopped. A single drop of pee hung off the tiger’s mouth.
Rosie pointed at the plastic potty. “I was going to say that we like to give you boys some time to bond with your pals before we diapie you back up again, so if you need to potty, you can use that one there. But that’s quite alright. We will clean you up in a little bit.”
“Can I have a diaper?” Tyler asked in a hoarse whisper. The words shocked him. They’d come unbidden. Like someone else had spoken them. Rosie gave him her biggest, toothiest smile. “We’ll get you back in diapers soon, love. Then you never have to get out of them again. And that is a promise.”
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You’re such a sick twisted fag. You can’t help but stare, drooling at the thought that I’d pay you the smallest fraction of attention. You want to debase yourself for me, in hopes that I might remember your name or call you again. You look at me, the picture of perfection, and you think you can play a meaningful part in my life. But that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I think of you as an object, a tool that can get me off, and take care of menial tasks while I focus on having fun. You think you’re useful, and yet I look at you with nothing but contempt - for every second you waste thinking about your pathetic little delusions is time not spent on serving me.
"Jesus christ you stink." Brad said as he strode past.
I'd been playing with the blocks on the floor, like I'd been told. I tried to stay quiet, to not put up a fuss, to garner as little attention as possible, but there was no escaping nature when it called.
I'd learn to do it discreetly. It's sad that I even have to say that. Hey, guess what I can do! I can poop in my pampers without alerting anyone else in the house!
The problem is I have to wear it afterwards. Carry it around with me when I'm done, feel the warmth mush into my backside as it slowly cools down.
"Turn around." Brad ordered. I whimpered as I obeyed, scooching on my knees to present him with my plump pamper.
You want to know one of the most humiliating things in the world? Having to sit there and suck on a pacifier while your best friend pulls back the waistband of your diaper and checks for poop.
"Quite the load in there, pipsqueak!" he chuckles, giving me a swift kick in my bum. "Did someone have an accident?"
"Yes..." I whimpered. Denying it or playing dumb would only make things worse.
"Yes Daddy."
"Yes Daddy!" I hate that he makes me call him that. We used to get into all sorts of shit together. Now I guess I'm the only one.
I heard him bend down behind me, he pressed his hand in between my legs, mushing the mess into me and rubbing the entirety of defiled diaper back and forth. "Tell Daddy what you did in your diaper."
"I went poo poo's in my diaper, Daddy!" I whimpered. My cock was screaming inside of the cage he put it in.
"Louder! I want the neighbors to hear you!"
"I WENT POO POO'S IN MY DIAPER DADDY! I WENT POO POO'S IN MY DIAPER DADDY!" I repeated it over and over while he wriggled my pampers until he was satisfied.
"Good little bitch." He laughed, standing up once more. "Now crawl in there and ask your wife to change you. I gotta warn you, though, she may be exhausted from the pounding I just gave her."
It was probably true. I could hear her wailing and moaning from the bedroom over the sounds of hips clapping against each other.
I hung my head turned onto my hands and knees. Preparing for my walk--or crawl--of shame.
"Uh uh uh! Not so fast!" Brad tutted, wagging a finger at me.
I stopped, looking up at him, wondering what I did wrong this time.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked with a wicked grin. I racked my brain for what it could be, but then his hands gripped his own waistband, and dropped his boxers to the floor, his much superior dick bobbing before me. "I think you need to thank me for allowing you to get changed. Tell me if you can taste your wife's juices on my cock!"
He’s pretending to be on his phone ignoring my suffering, but he’s actually filming it.
It’s always the same: tie me up with his beautiful feet just out of range, keep me there until i’m drooling and my mind has melted with lust, then he starts filming.
The video he records he will use to entice other faggots into his service. They think they want the same treatment, but they have no idea the suffering he will inflict on them.
