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@lil-dippers
I love arguing that “I’m not a baby”, not because it bothers me when someone says it, but it’s so nice when somebody proves me wrong because I’m small, sensitive, and accident prone.
It’s like them accepting me when I feel “little” or saying it’s okay for me to want to be taken care of sometimes, and that is such a relief.
I’m always scared I’m a burden or annoying or weird. So when I pout and say, “I’m not a baby.” there’s nothing else that would make my heart flutter more than them saying, “Yes you are, you’re my baby.”
Am I wet enough to have a change now, Daddy?
| I tried some JOI for Daddy Vibes tier on JFF! Also on ManyVids |
“You’re little dick looks soo cute in its little chastity cage and wrapped up in a diaper! Makes me just want to turn you over and take your little sissy ass right now! Awww look! You’re peeing! Haha are you scared of me sissy? Well you should be! Unless you want me to give a bad report to your Mistress later…”
"A-Am I... Am I doing it right, Da-da?"
Jason couldn't help but laugh as he heard the boy's trembling, high-pitched question. He knew Timmy had submissive tendencies when they started dating, but he never expected just how easy it would be to turn his grown boyfriend into a little diapered femboy. Timmy was calling Jason "Daddy" in the first month, regularly painting his nails and wearing makeup by month two, and here at month FOUR Jason was already dragging Timmy away from his video games for diapered humpy time with his special vibrator.
"Yes my sweet boy, you're doing perfect for Daddy. How does it feel?"
Timmy blushed deeply at Jason's condescending and infantile tone. He felt himself grow even harder in his soggy diaper as he mustered up a pitiful baby response. "It feels g-good... Da-da. It feels like I have to make an accident."
"It feels like you have to make an accident? Uh-oh! What kind of accident, silly boy?"
Timmy felt his bottom lip quivering and a pressure growing in his crotch. The slippery, warm diaper was grabbing and massaging his little stiffy, no matter how he squirmed.
"What kind of accident, little boy?" His daddy prompted again.
"Uhm... number fwee accident, Daddy! I do... wetties!"
Jason openly laughed once more at his boy's infantile commentary. The closer he came to climax, the more pathetic his responses became. "Thank you for letting me know, special boy! Good thing Daddy put your diaper on today! It will catch all of your sticky, wet accidents. But I think you already found that out when you went tinkles during your video game, hmm?"
Timmy couldn't hold it in any longer. "I making accident Da-da!" he moaned. His whole body tensed in pleasure. His little stiffy pulsed over and over again, and he felt his wet diaper grow even wetter and warmer as he pushed a watery load into the crotch of his waiting padding.
Jason smiled down at his boy as he turned off the vibrator. "Good little one using your diapers during humpy time! Play with your video games for a little bit while Daddy gets your num-nums ready, and then we'll change your diaper after lunch. Okay, sweetheart?"
Timmy popped his thumb in his mouth and nodded up at his Daddy in infantile bliss.
"Honey... what are you wearing?!"
Riley froze when he heard his Mother's question. Did he forget to wear a onesie today? The college student had been wearing diapers 24/7 for three weeks, and had been meticulous about keeping it a secret from his overbearing Mother. But now, as he fumbled around his backside, he knew that his Mother could only be asking about the exposed plastic waistband of the thick, white diaper under his jeans.
"And... Riley, is that a tattoo?!?"
The boy blushed madly as sweat beaded on his forehead. The tramp stamp was a 19th birthday present from a past online daddy, and he had taken great care to make sure his Mother never spotted it. Until now, that is. Riley could feel himself getting very, very anxious.
To his utter horror, the adrenaline of his predicament proved too much, and his nervous bladder gave way into his diaper with an audible hiss. He felt the thick diaper fill with a spreading warmth and wetness, the swollen padding around his crotch pushing his legs apart even further. He could do nothing but kneel there, frozen in shame like a naughty toddler, as he finished having a humiliating accident in his pants.
Riley's Mother watched with a wide-eyed expression as her son soiled himself. She wasn't sure what to think - a few moments ago she looked at her son and saw a handsome college boy. Now, there was clearly nothing more than a pathetic sissy before her. A sissy who desperately needed a diaper change. She felt herself grow indignant that her son would debase himself like this.
"Are you done peeing your pants?" She snapped at him. "Honestly Riley, what on earth is this supposed to be? Stand up right this instant - we need to check out and go home so we can discuss this. I demand to know everything about why you're going to the bathroom in your pants in public, right in front of your own Mother."
Riley looked up at his mom with tears in his eyes. Waves of hot shame washed over him as the full weight of his situation sank in - his mother now knew that he was a diaper-wearing sissy. And it had only taken a moment of forgetfulness while getting dressed.
“It’s ok if you wanna wear one too,” your best friend Audrey said. “I won’t judge you.”
It had come as a shock to you when you discovered Audrey wore diapers. She wasn’t 24/7, but she still wore them most of the time, and used them accordingly.
“It actually feels kinda good, when you get to just let go,” she explained. “You should try it sometime. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
To be honest, the idea of submitting to a diaper change was sort of exciting, in a subversive way. You wondered what it would feel like for the tapes to close and to actually be in the diaper, to feel its crinkly bulk wrapped tightly around your bottom. You must have had a far-off look in your eyes because Audrey giggled and got up to grab an extra diaper and the changing supplies.
Well, she already has it, you thought to yourself. I might as well try a diaper on. Just one, just to see if I like it. Not like I’m gonna become addicted to them and totally diaper dependent….
Well little girl, I think you’ve proven that you’re not ready for pull ups yet. We’ll try again in a few months.
Enjoy!
Snuggle bug✨
Do you remember the first time you woke up in a wet bed? It’s such an embarrassing feeling to be big and wake up soaked all the way to your shirt, leaving behind a big yellow stain and a stale peepee smell in the room.
It’s tough for some people to admit that they need nighttime diapers, but wetting the bed is something that needs to be taken care of, even for big college boys and girls. Waking up in a wet diaper is a heck of a lot easier on your sheets than waking up in a puddle, and you’ll barely be able to smell your messy diaper pail over the baby powder and lotion. Once you get used to them, you might even find you like them... not that you have much of a choice.
...Oops. Who else can relate to this feeling? I usually cry for mommy to change my diaper after I sit back down and feel it mush up. 🙈
“I think I had a accident... I’m all yucky!🥺✨”
"Uhhmmm…?"
Trailing off uncertainly. Trepidation and anxiety choking me. My heart hammering in my ears. My tongue thick and unwieldy, struggling under the stern, swollen bulb of the oversized paci-gag locked in my mouth.
"Mmmhhooo- mmmhheeeee…?" Still nothing.
I winced as another cramp gripped my guts, for all the world like an iron fist clenching within me. I didn't quite know which of the hundred and one diabolical things in that book Mommy had chosen to punish me today – or for that matter, whether it had come from the book at all, rather than her own devious imagination. But whatever she'd done, it was forcing a cold sweat to break out on my face, my entire body cringing at both the pain and the disgusting thought of what I'd be forced to do…
"Hmm, interesting." She was murmuring to herself – not me. I was her gagged, submissive little baby slave, cowering here before her and trying desperately to get her attention. Not because I thought she might relent and let me use the toilet like the grown man I once was. No, of course not – that would be laughable. I simply needed to comply with the orders she'd given me earlier that morning: orders to come get her attention if I thought I might make a mess in my pants, and which I assumed would result in her sweetly cruel taunting…
If only she would look at me!
But of course she didn't. Her book was far too fascinating, and I… well, I didn't matter. Sure, the diapers were humiliating. The pacifiers were embarrassing. The condescending baby-talk made me blush and squirm. But there was nothing, I now began to realize, quite so degrading and mortifying as standing there with pleading eyes and burbling moans, trying desperately to communicate as one adult to another… and simply being ignored.
Ignored because… well, because as far as she was concerned right now, I was just a babbling infant, to be noticed or ignored at her pleasure.
Another groan escaped my pacified lips, and I sank to my knees as another sudden spasm of pain racked my belly. "Mmmhhhmmoooo…" The pressure was building, intensifying, bubbling and churning within me. I knew full well that I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer… and that once I felt the inevitable explosion into my double-thick diaper, it would be far too late to tell her anything. Much less beg for mercy.
But still those elegant pumps remained calmly in place, her face quiet and studious as her eyes traveled swiftly back and forth across the page. "So then you add the tampon, hmm? Interesting, very interesting…" She was deliberately ignoring me, letting me make a pathetic fool of myself before her. A silly, desperate little baby slave, begging wordlessly for his stern Mommy's attention…
So when that first whimper of terror escaped me, when that first hot trickle of diarrhea escaped my laboring sphincter, I knew I had lost. No sense holding back any more. I needed relief desperately, and in that moment I no longer cared how disgusting it was. Sure, I could feel the seat of my diapers filling and ballooning with the hot, reeking mess of my laxative-strained bowels. I could sense them swelling and sagging between my shaven thighs – could hear the wet, burbling farts that were the audible evidence of my pathetic lack of control. But that didn't matter nearly as much as the dread of Mommy's impending voice: a cutting insult, a harsh reprimand, a laugh of disbelief at what a smelly little loser I was…
I braced myself for it. And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But even when the tempest in my gut had subsided, and the swollen, pudding-like mass in my pants had begun to cool, and I shuddered as my body relaxed once again… she remained silent. I raised my fearful gaze upward at last, dreading what I might find…
Nothing. Nothing but the same calm, unperturbed face of a studious Mommy researching the very best ways to humiliate her big baby.
And then it hit me. She wasn't scolding me now because… there was no need. For what more humiliating treatment could there possibly be, after all, than to accept even the most disgusting of dirty diapers as nothing more than the usual? Why on earth would a Mommy expect anything else from her little infant?
So it was that in that awful, reproachful silence, I began to sob. They were not the sobs of a grown man. They were the plaintive, convulsive wails of a helpless, dirty baby… a baby whose only hopes for a change lay in crying loudly and desperately enough to get his dear Mommy's attention.
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How would you feel if you found out you weren’t the only secret office diaper baby? Excited? These little boys felt a little overly excited to discover each other. So excited that, once they thought they were alone, they ended up on the floor humping and rubbing, trying to help each other make their wet pampers all sticky!
They were so excited about having their messy, sticky accidents, that they didn’t even hear the lock turning on the office door... people are already coming back from lunch, silly babies!
Credit: Ah-Bagels
…Baby Doll pj’s are never more attractive than when there’s an actual ‘Baby-doll’ wearing them!…
I just love this so much 😍😍😍