Just hanging out

Rebuildiing my blog after iit was deleted. I hope to fiind all of my followers and friends I have made here.

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[babyantboy]

I’ve always been interested in DDLB lifestyle and really want to explore it. 🙈

[lildamondb]

That would be a joy to help you with that choice.

[ab-sander]

I bought some new crib bumpers and crib sheet.

[dampliam]

[overallslover91]

Too tight ?

[overprotective-abdl-daddy]

The nursery

You wished to be a baby, and now, that wish is your entire world. It didn't happen slowly. It happened the moment Daddy decided you were ready. You remember the last moment you were still a man—standing in your apartment, tired, overwhelmed, wishing you could just stop being responsible. Then Daddy walked in. He didn't ask. He didn't explain. He just looked at you, and you knew. This was the moment.

He took you by the hand and led you to a room you didn't recognize. It was warm, soft, and filled with the scent of baby powder. He sat you down on a changing table, and with gentle, firm hands, he peeled away your adult clothes. Shirt. Pants. Underwear. Gone. He picked up a thick, soft diaper and lifted your legs. The crinkle of the plastic against your skin was the sound of your old life ending. He fastened the tapes snugly around your waist, and as he did, you felt your mind shift. The worries, the responsibilities, the thoughts of being an adult—they all melted away. You were a baby now. And you were safe.

But the nursery itself still felt strange. The crib, the walls, the soft light—they were just things. You were in a diaper, but you weren't quite a baby yet. Then Daddy reached for a soft onesie. It was pale yellow with snaps at the crotch. He guided your arms into the sleeves and pulled the soft fabric over your chest. The *snap, snap, snap* of the fasteners at your diaper was the final lock. That was the moment everything clicked. The soft cotton against your skin, the snug fit of the onesie over your thick padding—it wasn't just clothing. It was a uniform. It was a declaration. You were no longer a man in a strange room; you were a baby in your nursery. This was your place.

He lifted you effortlessly and placed you in your crib, right in the middle of a mountain of plush toys. He picked up a big, fluffy bear and held it close to your face. "This one's going to be your best friend," he whispered. "He's going to keep you safe while you sleep." He placed the bear in your arms, and you hugged it tight, its softness a comfort against your cheek. You spent the next while snuggled with your bear and the other stuffies, their soft bodies a silent, comforting presence all around you.

Then, you felt a familiar pressure. You didn't have to think about it or hold it in. You just let go. A warmth spread through the front of your diaper, a heavy, wet warmth that made you feel even more babyish. The padding grew heavy and warm, a clear sign of your complete dependency. You hugged your bear tighter, its soft fur a grounding comfort as the warmth spread. It wasn't dirty or wrong; it was just what babies do. It was proof that you were no longer in control.

Soon, you heard the soft click of the nursery door. Daddy came to the crib and leaned over the railing. "Time for your diaper check little one” Daddy lifted your legs while checking you for accidents, then he took your favorite teddy bear and, in his own voice, said, "Daddy is so proud of his baby, who's Daddy's good boy?”

This is your life now, you don't even need to speak, just babble after sucking on your pacifier, you exclaimed "me” such a good little baby 

[storiesforbabyboys]

The Regressor Series

Football or Diapers, Part 1-

Amhurst, Illinois was like any forgettable cowtown that dotted the United States. It had its farmers, its families, and its share of rowdy youth. Rowdy was an understatement however. The high school’s football team was notorious for being nearly criminal in their behavior and almost animal-like with their keggers and get togethers. It was becoming a very real problem for the community. The future relied on its young men and women. If they entered adulthood as they were now, being incompetent, berate, and uncontrollable then there was no hope for this town.  Its brilliant students usually left the town for better opportunities or they fled because they became tired of the antics of their peers. Nobody was benefitting from this toxic and childish culture. The community’s leaders and concerned parents came together. Amhurst couldn’t become a place where immature, violent young men ran unchecked and became the next “leaders”. Never really growing up at all. They began exploring new ways to deal with this epidemic. They were desperate and looking for new answers to preserve the town they loved. 

Peter Jacobs was a fixture and a star on his football team. He was celebrated by his teammates and they encouraged anything reckless or idiotic he did. Peter grew up loving football and working hard at it. It was all he knew besides partying and fooling around with his friends. His parents were pushovers, they loved Peter despite how entitled and irresponsible he could be. Peter had a pathetic GPA, it was a miracle he was going to graduate. By all accounts Peter was a lost cause if it did not involve a football. This did not bother Peter, he knew his football career was coming to an end but he had his buddies to have fun with. Maybe it was all to forget his dismal future but Peter would never tell you that. He had one month before graduation and his parents were panicking.

“Peter, did you remember to order your cap and gown? I know the deadline is coming up soon.” Peter’s mom knew the deadline but she was careful to be perceived as condescending towards Peter. Yes he was 18 years old now but his mom was constantly remembering all of his deadlines and obligations for him. “Yeah mom! It’s coming in the mail, I ordered it a month ago. Chill out please. You’re giving me a headache" Peter barked back. What Peter didn’t know was that his cap and gown would not come in the mail, the seniors were supposed to pick it all up at the high school. His mom took it upon herself to get everything in order for his graduation and it was in fact sitting in her bedroom closet. It made her think about the days when she did everything for him, from drawing a bath to signing his permission slips for field trips. She never felt like he grew beyond that. She was still holding his hand through as much as his responsibilities as possible and yet he still wanted to act like a man. “Ok honey, just double checking. I wouldn’t be a pest about this otherwise but its your graduation. It has to be perfect” Peter’s mom replied with nothing but sweetness in her voice. “Well you succeeded in being a pest. Thanks for nothing.” Peter walked past her in the kitchen and went off to school. At least when he was little he would want to hug her goodbye. 

Today was Monday and that meant that Peter would get together with his pals and talk about their weekend. Every time they got together over the weekend they did something even more outrageous than the last. They had so much beer and hard liquor everyone was shitfaced and passed out by the time the sun had come up on Sunday morning. All of them went to the community church and didn’t show up for mass that day either but that was not the worst of it. It was a big party and a number of people ended up being hospitalized in fear of alcohol poisoning. The football team did not catch word of this until this morning. They thought it was hysterical. It was not surprising they were completely unaware of the level of alcohol intoxication going on around them. “Yeah I heard Bethany almost choked on her own vomit. Freaking gross just like her. I think the vomit would be a step up from how she usually is!” Peter joked. His friends laughed and laughed. They heard the bell for the next class of the day but like they do most of the time, they ignored it and continued talking through 3rd period. 

Back at home, Peter’s parents took the day off to talk about their son. They felt hopeless and also overwhelming frustration with Peter. They had attended all of the community meetings about the football players and other delinquents. After all, Peter was arguably the worst of them all. In the past the meetings led to nothing but three weeks ago researchers from a top research institute from Belgium made a visit to this parent group. They took a big interest in the severity of youth delinquency in this little town. It was shocking when they came across the statistics for this town on its youth. They saw an opportunity, they could finally use their research in the real world and help many desperate families in the process. Of course there were skeptics but eventually the researchers earned the trust of the parents. Slowly the parents became more open to this revolutionary scientific project. Not because they would help advance science to unprecedented feats but because they would solve all of their problems and get their children back. Finally, the decision to implement this program was made. George and Linda, Peter’s parents, would finally step up to the plate and be the right kind of parents to their Peter.

George might of been too lax on his son. He was so proud that Peter was a star player on the football team, something he never accomplished himself. But whenever Peter got into trouble, which seemed like every other day, George would happily look past it all. Peter was perfect in his eyes, he understood how young guys could be. He also wanted Peter to keep loving him and wanting him in his life. But after seeing how emotionally draining this past year had been on his wife and how Peter’s antics like this last weekend almost got some kids killed was enough. He thought about how those meetings made him uncomfortable. He did not want to change Peter for good that way. However, he had no choice now. He knew this was the only way for Peter to have a real shot at life. They were going to be a family one way or another. 

“Hey slugger, come down stairs. Let’s have a talk with mom.” George always felt like the liaison. “Yeah sure Dad but I can’t talk for long, I’m going out tonight.” “Ok, ok just come down we have plans too you know” George laughed back. Peter sat on the recliner, knowing that his dad usually liked sitting there but he didn’t care. If his dad was subjecting him to another family talk he would sit where he wanted. “Dad, Mom. Make this quick” Peter commanded. “Well son, I’ll just get to it. We heard about this last weekend. All of it. Most notably the alcohol poisoning that went on. We are shocked and disappointed in you. But this is not the first time we have had our worries about you. You don’t seem like you’re ready for life outside of high school. Your mom has your cap and gown. We know you never even ordered it.” Peter rolled his eyes causing his father to stop. “Peter, we are dead serious. Listen to us. The cap and gown is just a petty example of the multitude of issues going on with you. You don’t seem to understand that your party, the one you made damn sure had enough alcohol to make this entire town drunk and the one that almost took the lives away of some of your peers is the final straw for us.” George had never been this assertive with Peter, it felt good for once. His mother on the other hand was silent, she was resigned now. “Dad, I know you’re mad but I had no idea! It was really just a last minute thing. We went out to the woods with our truck to celebrate with a pack of beers and suddenly word got out we were having a party even though we never said that.” The excuses did not work anymore, George shook his hood in disappointment. “Peter we’re going somewhere special tomorrow, you won’t have school that day. Be ready by 8am.” With that George and Linda walked back to their bedroom. They embraced each other knowing that tomorrow Peter would be their sweet loving, toddler boy by lunch time tomorrow. 

Peter woke up the next morning even more annoyed than yesterday. He was not use to his parents standing their ground like this. He couldn’t just employ his regular tricks and lies this time. He was a little frustrated at the moment. Coming downstairs he saw his mom and dad in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Peter caught whiffs of maple syrup and sizzling bacon, it was like Saturday morning brunch. Sitting down he was surprised that his mom and dad smiled at him. His mom came and dropped a plate of pancakes with Mickey Mouse’s face on it and half pieces of bacon. “That’s for my sweet baby boy” Peter’s mother said as she pinched his right cheek. Peter just groaned. “Is our big man a little grumpy today? Did you go to bed early enough young man?” his dad asked him. “What’s with all the baby talk? This is weird. You know I’m 18 now right?” Peter was not having his parents’ usual nonsense this early in the day. “Well sport, we’re heading off to see a good ole fashion therapist. We gotta get this business straightened out. We’ll be a happy family after this so hurry with your breakfast.” Peter had never been so irritated with his parents like this before. It was one annoyance after the other. “A therapist? How long will this stupid shit take? If you’re trying to get me to cry in front of a stranger it won’t work.” This time Linda stepped up, “well Peter if you don’t do this then we will be forced to cut you off completely. You won’t have free room and board like you do now. You won’t have much success finding a decent job with no work experience and your awful attitude. You’ll have to sleep at a homeless shelter because we have made sure you can’t stay at the homes of all your buddies because they live with their moms and dads too. We talked to them about this. So join us for an afternoon session or you can start packing up all your belongings.” Peter went slack-jawed at his mother’s retaliating response. He just nodded in agreement and continued eating. He could fake his sincerity through a therapy session better than struggling to find a place to sleep at until his parents calmed down.  

The entire trip to the office of the therapist was a tense and awkward ordeal. His parents were feeling a mixture of excitement, anxiousness, and a little bit of fear knowing how permanent this all would be. The therapist was actually one of the researchers from the Belgian institute. He would really just be assessing Peter to see if he was truly worthy for the procedure. Based on the conversations with George and Linda, Peter was perfect for age regression but it was a mandatory step to see the maladjusted and uncaring boy for himself. Entering the office, Peter grew more and more impatient. They weren’t even greeted by a secretary instead a man in a lab-coat came up to them with a big smile. “Well hello there, I’m Doctor Jacobs. You must be Peter. Pleased to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Peter rolled his eyes like he did multiple times a day. “Yea, I’m Peter. Hi.” Peter barely made eye contact with Doctor Jacobs. This was perfect in Doctor Jacobs’ mind, sure Peter thought he was getting under the doctor’s skin but he was just proving himself worthy of a life back as a toddler. Doctor Jacobs smiled and nodded. Leading them back to the room where Peter would spend his last hour as a young adult for a very long time. 

*This is purely a work of fiction featuring adult (ages 18 and +) characters. If this content does not suit you please disregard it and exercise a variety of options to not see content from this blog again. This is only for legal adults according to the laws of your country. 

*On a non-advisory note, this is my first work of actual age regression. It’s been a lot of fun to write so far. I realize there’s another story that is awaiting its second and final part but it’s underway. I have always wanted to write a story about regressing jock boys to babyhood so you’ll all have to see what I have in store ;)

[taddypup-deactivated20150420]

[diaperednerd-blog]

“So how long did it take him to get used to the diapers?”

“Oh, it took about two months for him to quit fighting me during diaper changes.  Of course I didn’t do any of the transitions.”

“Transitions?”

“Yeah, like tricking him into bed-wetting and making him think he needed diapers at night or punishing him with diapers when he screwed up.  I just threw out all of his underwear while he was at work one day, then when he came home I met him at the door with a diaper.”

“And he just let you put him in one?”

“Oh no, we scuffled.  I  finally had to get him in a straitjacket after I put the diaper on.  I kept him there till he soiled himself, then I waited for him to cry.  He fought me again on the second diaper change, but I kept him in the jacket and spanked him until he cooperated.  After a week or two I weened him off the jacket but kept up with the spankings.”

“But he seems so docile now.”

“Oh yeah, a few weeks in and then he was a sweet as can be.  He probably thought I might ease up on him.  But that’s when I replaced  the rest of his wardrobe and moved him in the nursery.  He still kicks up a fit every now and then, but I just break out the straitjacket and give him a solid spanking.  He knows who’s is charge…”

[a-place-like-this]

If you're options were to never wear again or only wear diapers forever or only wear pull ups forever what would you choose?

Diapers 😳

[diaperedbottom247]

100% agree diapers over pull ups.

[cookiegoesrawrrr-deactivated201]

Another pic taken by a good DL friend of mine. It was taken at Venice Beach. I was showing off a new move I had learned and he got this good shot in. I like how it depicts the “Normality” of the pic. Just a normal guy having fun, not caring that his unusual underwear revealed to any onlookers. This is my favorite so far. I’m gonna have to to get back in contact with him to get some more shots and catch up.

P.S. This was before I even discovered my little side. At the time I was just your everyday teenager who just happen to wear diapers.

[cutediapertwink]

Fantastic good picture.

[chronicbrettwetter]

I love PDDs! Public displays of diapers!

[mtlworkboots]

[bornonmyknees]

He didn’t have a great day. Work was shit. His girlfriend was nagging him about making more money. His parents were bitchin at him to go back to school and his car took a shit on the way over. He just wanted to kick back with a few beers to forget the day and hang out for a while. We talked for a bit, played some X-box and started watching a movie. One of the first scenes in the movie featured a college-aged guy talking about needing a blowjob to which he chuckled, raised his beer to the TV and said, “I get that.” I knew then I had my opening so I quickly offered to suck him off. He hesitated for a few seconds but then said, “Fuck man, if you’re serious man, that’d be amazing. You won’t tell anyone though, will ya? Kat definitely can’t find out about this or she’ll kick my ass.”

And so it was to be our little secret, I knelt on the floor in front him, pulled his shoes off, and undid his belt as he looked down with a smirk on his face. I opened the fly on his jeans and pulled them off of him, tossing them on the floor a few feet away. He sat there, seemingly already happier than he was just a few minutes ago. I pressed my face into his boxers, breathing in his musky scent and letting my mouth explore the thin cotton, taking the his cockhead between my lips. I felt his hand rest on the back of my head, gently caressing my hair as his cock began to swell. I managed to coax it through the fly on his boxers, giving me the opportunity to wrap my lips around the head of his cock for the first time. He let out a massive sigh as his cock continued to grow. I allowed inch after inch to enter my mouth as it grew harder, his hand on the back of my head the entire time, guiding me down the length of his dick. I licked and sucked at the head of his cock which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy. He leaked precum like crazy as I felt it coat the inside of my mouth. Salty and sweet, which only made me hungry for more. I took my time to enjoy him and he seemed in no rush for things to end. I bobbed up and down on his cock, slowly taking the full length of him down my throat, my nose pressed against his boxers, into the pubes that were protruding from the fly. I continued the slow steady service, enjoying his cock as much as he was enjoying my mouth. Although quiet through much of the service he was receiving, he finally spoke up to say, “make me cum.”

I wasted no time, immediately picking up my pace, determined to finally taste his load. I took his cock in one hand, grasping it tightly as I moved my mouth and hand in unison on his cock. He reacted immediately, throwing his head back, raising his hips off the couch and tightening his grip on my head. He moved my head up and down on him, pushing his cock all the way down my throat before yanking me up by my hair, leaving just the tip of his dick in my mouth before pushing me all the way back down. At that point, it was less about me making him cum and more about him simply using my mouth as a toy to get himself off. After only a minute or two, he began to mutter, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” He held my head in place as his cock throbbed, shooting hot spurts of cum into my mouth. “Ugh, fuck! Take it. Take my load.” I held his cum in my mouth, allowing him to finishing unloading before taking it all down my throat in one giant gulp. His cum tasted sweet and salty just like his precum, leaving my mouth filled with the taste of him. I spent a few minutes slowly working his cock, milking every last drop of his cum out of him that I could. He loosened his grip in my hair, let his hand fall to his side and again smirked at me as I continued to softly suck his cock.

“Fuck, thanks man. That was amazing. I definitely needed that.”

“So did I,” I admitted. “Thanks for letting me suck you.”

He chuckled a bit, gave me that same smirk and replied, “You can suck it anytime you want man, anytime!”

[iskippy33028]

[babyreformstories]

Derek Williams was a troubled young man to say the least. He had been breaking homes since he was 15. Derek had been caught by the police before, but not like tonight. 

Derek only looked back at me in horror as he left with the police in a very soggy diaper. The police held their laughter, as Derek complained about needing diapers. 

“Officer, I swear that tightwad made me forget how to use a toilet. Oh, man I’m so horny now in my wet diaper,” whinned Derek. 

“Yeah sure, Derek. I guess we’ll need to keep you locked in a crib when we get to jail,” laughed Derek. 

“Alright fine. You win, I’ll agree to your terms,” cried Derek. 

“Officers, you can let him go. I think he’s ready to conform to his new life as a baby boi,” I said smiling. 

Derek hung his head as he forced into a room where there were cartoon characters all over the wall. Crying as the police left, he looked at me as I reentered his nursery. 

“Now Derek, I heard you prized being a ladies’ man. I think you’ll forget how to be a ladies’ man now. Instead, I’ll make you a Daddy’s Boi permanently. In fact, I’ll start right now,” I added as I pushed play and let him listen to every children’s song I could find. 

[diaper-lad2026]

Think I love my sleep suit a bit too much

[overprotective-abdl-daddy]

A good example

You are lying on your stomach on the changing table, completely naked except for the soft, pastel-blue baby bonnet tied snugly under your chin and the pacifier plugged firmly in your mouth. Your legs are kicked up in the air, your bottom high and exposed. Today Daddy has an important task for his little baby.

Daddy walks into the room, his eyes immediately fixating on your bare bottom. "Good boy," he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. "You're looking so perfect for your special treatment. Today I have a very important job for you kiddo, you're going to be the example today. Our little friend is coming over, and you're going to show them how a good baby fills his pampers."

He reaches out and gently strokes your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. You hum into the pacifier, letting him know you're ready for your special preparation.

Daddy moves behind you, his hands sliding under your thighs to lift your legs higher. He picks up the small, foil-wrapped suppository and tears it open, coating it in a slick, cool gel.

"Relax, little one," he murmurs. "Daddy's going to take good care of your bottom. Open big for Daddy, so you can be a good example."

He starts with gentle pats your bottom, his hand warm and firm against your exposed cheeks. Pat, pat, pat. The rhythm is calming, making you melt into the mattress. His thumb traces the line between your cheeks, a slow, teasing path that makes you whimper into your pacifier.

"That's my good baby," he coos.

He presses the cool, slick tip against your tight opening, holding it there, letting you get used to the sensation. Then, slowly, carefully, he starts to push it in. The pressure is intense, a deep, full feeling that makes you gasp. Once the suppository is fully inside you, he keeps his finger pressed against your entrance, his knuckles nestled between your cheeks.

"Shhh," he whispers. "Just stay like that for a little while. Let it dissolve. Let your body get used to it. Daddy's right here with you."

You can feel the suppository starting to melt inside you, a warm, spreading heat. Daddy's finger is a constant, reassuring pressure. He starts to move his finger slightly, a slow, gentle rocking motion that sends waves of pleasure through you.

"That's it, baby," he coos. "Just let go. Let Daddy take care of everything. You're such a good baby for me."

Finally, he slowly pulls his finger out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more. He gently lowers your legs and reaches for a fresh, thick diaper. He unfolds it with a loud crinkle and slides it beneath your bare bottom, fastening it securely around your hips. He gives your freshly diapered bottom a soft pat. "There we go," he says, "all ready for our guest."

He lifts you off the table and carries you to the living room, setting you down on a large, soft playmat. You can already feel a warmth starting to bloom in your belly, a deep, insistent pressure building low in your guts. The suppository is working.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Daddy smiles. "That must be our little friend, he is new being a baby so I need you to be extra good today little one" he says, going to the door. He opens it to another Daddy, who has an adult baby in his arms, dressed in a thick, crinkling diaper and a onesie.

"Thanks for watching him," the other Daddy says, handing over the diaper bag. "He's still a bit shy about using his diaper properly, so I'm hoping seeing your baby will help him along. You'll be the babysitter for both of them today?"

"Of course," your Daddy replies with a confident smile. "My baby will be the perfect example. He will learn from the best."

The other Daddy leaves, and your Daddy carries the new baby over to the playmat, setting them down beside you. The other baby looks at you with wide, curious eyes from behind his pacifier, but he also looks incredibly nervous, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his onesie.

"Look," your Daddy says to the other baby. "You have a new friend to play with. This is my very good baby. He is going to show you how to be a good boy"

Daddy sits on the couch, watching you both. He turns on the TV, putting on a colorful baby show with singing cartoon animals. He starts handing out small, soft teething toys for you both to play with. The atmosphere is calm and normal, just a casual playdate.

The pressure in your gut is becoming unbearable. You can't hold it anymore. With a soft grunt muffled by your pacifier, you relax. A torrent of warmth floods your diaper, followed by a deep, squelching mess that fills the seat of your padding. You did it. You filled your diaper for Daddy, in front of your new friend, setting the perfect example.

The other baby watches you, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and embarrassment. He crossed his legs tightly, his face turning a deep shade of red. He is clearly trying to hold it in, his body tense with the effort.

Your Daddy notices. He gets up and walks over, kneeling behind the other baby. He starts giving them gentle, rhythmic pats on his thickly padded bottom. "Come on, little one," he coos softly. "Don't be shy. Just like your friend, You can do it too."

The other baby shakes his head, whimpering around his pacifier. He is fighting it, his little body trembling with the effort of holding back. He even try to push his diaper with his hands.

Daddy chuckles, a low, teasing sound. "Oh, we have a fussy baby, don't we? That's okay. Daddy knows just how to help fussy little hands." He reaches into the diaper bag and pulls out a pair of soft, baby mittens. He gently takes the other baby's hands and puts the mittens on, tying them securely. "There we go. You can't hold it in forever, you know. The more you fight it, the more it's going to hurt. Just let go. That's why you are well padded so don't try to take off your pampers or in will tell your daddy you're misbehaving"

He then pulls out his phone, aiming the camera at the other baby. "I think I need to send a picture to your Daddy. Proof that you're learning to use your diaper like a good baby. He'll be so proud."

The threat of being photographed as proof is too much. The other baby's resolve crumbles. With a loud, humiliating whimper, he finally relaxes, and a mess fills his diaper with a soft squelch. He buries his face in his hands, but the mittens make it a clumsy, ineffective gesture. His body shakes with embarrassment.

Your Daddy laughs, a warm, proud sound. "Well, well," he says, lowering his phone after snapping a few pictures. "It seems I have two little stinkers on my hands. Now, it's time for your changes. This is just what babies do, no need to be embarrassed."

He doesn't even bother with the changing table. He just lays out a large, waterproof mat on the living room floor, right in front of the couch. He picks you up first, laying you down on the mat. He untapes your messy diaper, pulling it open and exposing you to the cool air of the room. There is no privacy. The other baby is sitting right there, watching everything, his face still buried in his mitted hands.

Daddy takes his time, wiping you clean with warm, wet wipes. He's thorough, making sure every inch of you is spotless. Once you're clean, Daddy powders you liberally, the scent filling the air, and tapes you into a fresh, thick diaper and plastic pants showing how babyish you're.

Then it's the other baby's turn. Daddy picks them up and lays them down on the mat right beside you. You can see everything: the messy diaper, the careful cleaning, the generous powdering. The other baby keeps his eyes squeezed shut, his face turned away, but there is no escaping the public, thorough cleaning. The mittens make it impossible for them to cover themselves properly.

Once you are both clean and securely diapered, Daddy sits you both up on the playmat. "Now that your tummies are happy, my babies need some food," he announces cheerfully. He carries you both over to two large, wooden high chairs set up in the dining area. He straps you in, the buckle clicking into place with a finality that feels both comforting and inescapable. He then ties a large, plastic bib around your neck, one with cartoon animals on it. You look over and see the other baby being strapped into his own high chair, a matching bib being tied around his neck.

Being a good boy and an example was starting to feel even better, you realize. You were getting extra attention, extra praise, and extra care. It felt good to be Daddy's special baby.

Just then, the doorbell rings again. Your Daddy goes to the door, and it's the other baby's Daddy.

"Oh, I think I arrived just in time for dinner!" the other Daddy says, peering into the dining area. "Thanks for the photos, now I can show my good diaperfiller to everyone" he adds, looking directly at the other baby, who turns an even deeper shade of red, if that's even possible.

"Thanks for taking care of both of them," the other Daddy says to your Daddy.

"No problem," your Daddy replies with a warm smile. "We could take them to play at the park next weekend”.

You looked at each other, knowing He were about to be publicly exposed as Daddy brought the spoon to your mouths, making airplane sounds. Did embarrassment matter now? Just look at you in your big diaper, bib eating in a high chair after your friend and his Daddy are watching, you're a baby now and you're the goodest boy for being an example for your little friend, you better behave or you're gonna end with mittens too.

Story based on @utahbabyboy babyish pictures and cuteness.

[redjacknyc]

[drakestories-deactivated2019092]

I didn’t set out to take advantage of a young man’s insecurities. But when you have a 6'5" 220 pound rack of young athlete beef come up to you at a downtown restaurant bar and start hitting on you, well it would take a better man than me to say no.

I’m a typical professional guy, I suppose, 45 years old and while I’m in shape I look like a typical 45 year old professional guy. It had been a typical weeknight for me, grabbing a bite of dinner at one of my regular Midtown spots - one of those nice restaurants that’s not too fancy, the soft of place where guys like me go.

James must have picked the place for his hunting ground for that very reason. It was cute, he’d put on a button-down shirt, khakis, and a blue blazer like some Southern fraternity boy. He ordered a beer and was sitting down the bar from me, and it took me just a few minutes to realize he was staring my way. Scoping me out. I returned the stares, I mean the guy is really fucking hard not to look at. Dark blond hair, blue eyes, perfect smile, square jawline, a combo of strong athlete and boy next door. Not the place I expected to get cruised and not the dude I expected to be cruising me, but it was fun as hell, trading looks like that.

When the lawyer woman sitting next to me finished her wine and left, James was swooping in, taking his drink and walking across the bar area. “Mind if I join you, sir?”

“Be my guest,” I said, and this dreamboat of a stud was pulling up the chair and sitting next to me.

That night I got my first blow job from James, him practically making love to my hard as nails dick once we got back to my condo, me leaning back in my chair, suit unzipped, James’ big beefy body wedged between my spread thighs as he bobbed up and down, taking time to kiss and lick my shaft and mutter how hot I was.

I took a chance. As I rubbed his close-cropped hair and encouraged his sucking, I said in a clear, booming voice. “Good boy, suck daddy’s dick, son.”

I got an equally loud moan in return as he practically scarfed my cock, clearly turned on by my sex talk. I amped it up, getting deeper into the daddy talk, and seeing this stud athlete respond. I probably lasted longer than he would have but it wasn’t long. Pretty soon, James was gulping down my seed.

That was two years ago. James has long moved into my place now, and we’re a bona fide couple. We’re still exploring where this role play thing is gonna go. I wouldn’t call the boy a submissive, but he’s a hell of a lot more needy and bottomy than I had expected that first night. And it turns out, I’m A-OK with that.

[a4f101]

I have this pic queued for a story of my own, but meantime, here’s one from the master

[top4jock]

I guess we all liked this picture. I have my own story queued.

[overallslover91]

[androwolf]

after i dismount my knot's still stuck inside you. we're on all fours attached at the groin. it's just too big to come out of you yet, and trying to force it out is gonna hurt, so it's best to let it be until the swelling stops. in the meantime, i'm still steadily pumping more cum into you.

at first it's bearable. there's a tightness where we are joined, but you can manage it. we've got to get on with our own lives, so we grab a book, play video games, do anything to get our mind off of our tie. it's awkward crawling together on all fours like this, but what can you do. it's nature.

thirty minutes later, we're still stuck. my swell has gone down moderately, easing some of the tightness. but there's a mounting pressure in your lower body. it's all that cum i'm flowing inside you. you feel its heft, thickness, and warmth. it feels good to be bred so thoroughly like this.

it's been almost an hour. the pressure has amounted into discomfort. you pant in heavy breaths trying to manage the sensation. on all fours, you've got one of your hands holding your lower belly, now swollen from the cum. you feel it slosh inside with every move. you beg me to pull out. and at last, my knot's size has subsided enough. it's still resistant to pull out, but with the help of some lube, we manage to free it with a wet squelch. excess cum gushes out of you and drips onto the floor.

yeah, we're gonna need a mop.