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You could probably trap me in thick full heavy diapers 24/7 forever if you REALLY wanted to.😵💫
Things that I used to think were 'bad' but have turned out to be very hot!
⏱️ Premature Ejaculation
🚼 Only getting hard around diapers
🫠 Cumming from minimal stimulation
🥱 Finding penetrative sex uninteresting (and uncomfortable).
My brain is just wired for diapers, and that's fine. This is true for a lot of other people as well.
The more I post about what I like, the more people I meet who are like me.
In retrospect I wish I had spent less time feeling shame about these things and more time being unabashedly horny about the way I want to be.
Chastity Key Destruction
For Good Little Boys and Girls
🏅melt the keys down into a collar tag that says "Good Boy" / "Good Girl". Make them wear it around their neck at all times.
♾️ Seal them in Epoxy and shape them into a Baby Block. K is for "Key" . Put it in their play pen so they can play with it whenever they want.
🪇 put them inside a rattle and give it to your baby to shake. Don't tell them the keys are inside.
🐻 sew them inside of a special plush friend. They can cuddle them close at bedtime.
💍 cast them into a ring that you will give to your boyfriend who will become their new Daddy. They can now be the baby of the house.
The object should always be around. Always reminding them that good little boys and girls NEVER get to touch their adult parts again.
Drug-Laced Baby Food, for Bigger Babies.
🥕 Loads of veggies for nutrition
💧 Diuretics to keep them peeing.
🌾 Extra Fibre to help fill those diapers in the back.
😴 Sedatives to get them ready for naptime.
💪 Muscle relaxers to keep them weak.
In all sorts of fun combinations !
All of the jars have cute labels to help the grownups know what they'll do
Nappy Nap- (diuretics + sedatives for sleep wetting )
Wiggly Worm- (Aphrodisiacs+ Muscle Relaxers, to encourage diaper humping)
Drooly Dummy- (THC + mouth numbing, to keep intelligent speech away)
Fudge Factory- (bulk fibre and laxative for optimal diaper filling)
Hypnosis Helper- (Psychedelics and THC, to help those hypno sessions stick)
Toddler Topple- (Muscle Relaxers and Balance inhibitors, to keep them crawling)
Which one are the grownups force-feeding you today ?
Mantras for DiaperCucks:
Rubbing diapers is the only sex I deserve.
Pissing diapers is the only sex I deserve.
Pooping diapers is the only sex I deserve.
Huffing diapers is the only sex I deserve.
Being in diapers is the only sex I deserve
Orgasm Control
When we talk about orgasm control, often, we're talking about denial.
-Don't touch yourself.
-Don't cum without permission.
-Let's lock you up.
But, an underrated part of orgasm control is making someone cum when they don't want to.
-Make them cum to embarrassing porn.
-Make them cum while wearing a humiliating outfit.
-Make them cum while looking at compromising pictures of themselves.
-Make them cum with an embarrassing stimulus, like a stuffie, piece of furniture, or used diaper.
Using orgasm control to make someone cum when they normally wouldn't is a great way to reinforce a subs status in a dynamic and teach them to embrace the humiliating ways you want them to demean themselves for you!
Love this concept so much… thought I’d add a few more examples.
~ Make them cum to diaper logos. Pampers, Huggies, etc. Ask them to say the brand out loud as they reach climax.
~ Make them cum while humping a fresh pack of padding they’ve been excited for while looking only at the diaper’s design.
~ Make them mess their pamps on top of the toilet, and then cum while humping the seat to pictures of big-kid underwear.
Diaper nerd turned brainless 😵💫🤓
"Hey, check out my diaper bros!" Your friend, Keith, said, as he sat up from his desk to show off his diaper over the videochat. You were definitely confused, but even more so as the other guy, David and James, complimented him on it. "Sweet diaper dude!", "Yeah, it looks like it can hold a lot.". Keith chuckled, "Wel, you know how much I need the extra support." James nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, you make some pretty big stinkies dude."
You were incredibly confused. You'd known the three men for a long time, but had never seen any of this. David suddenly stood up, to show off his diaper with cute character prints on it, which Keith and James fawned over, "Damn, wish my Daddy would get me diapees as cute as that." James said, exposing his own diaper.
As you sat trying to process this, you felt a lump in your gut, moving on downward. Suddenly Keith talked to, "Hey buddy, you've been pretty quite. What's up?" You squirmed feeling incredible pressure down below, forcing it's way out, "Mmph~" You groaned, standing up, noticing you pants were gone, replaced by a thick, white diaper, "I, ngh, make poopies!" You yelled, as warm, thick mud filled the seat of your pants with a nasty fart. The other men gazed in awe, "Alright!", "Amazing dude!", "Nice job!" They complimented as you fell back in your seat, squishing the crap on your butt with a giggle as you let loose a torrent of piss to accompany it. Your friends had such nice diapers, though you thought your's was the best, especially in the state it was now.
“You sit here on the toilet and be quiet,” Daddy said as he took your hand towards it and forced you to sit on the closed lid, in a very wet and uncomfortable diaper.
“I need to shave before we take our shower together,” he said, preparing his stuff before him.
You sat there, pouty and upset. You wanted to be out of this so soggy diaper. It was uncomfortable from the moment you woke up. Even the fact you woke up to Daddy spooning you into his chest didn’t help. You want to be out of bed and out of that diaper.
Daddy took off his clothes, moving around in front of the mirror. His cock was dangling, flaccid yet big, much bigger than yours. Even flaccid it was bigger than your little stiffed peepee. You looked at his cock and thought about yours, little and stuffed inside a wet night diaper. It was so moist, that even when you started to get a hard-on, it was uncomfortable there on the toilet.
Daddy’s body was bulky and manly. His upper body was firm and wide, his legs girthy like wooden logs. He was naked, his cock hanging there, big and free.
You sat on the toilet. Wearing an almost overflowing diaper. Your small peepee was stuffed in there.
“But Daddy, can you at least take my diaper off? Please?” you begged.
“You know that only I can take it off, and look at me now,” he was holding his blade up and his face full of shaving foam, “Now I’m busy. So, be a good boy and stay quiet. If not, go get your pacifier.”
You didn’t want your pacifier. You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of shutting you up with it. So you just sat there.
A diaper boy, on a toilet. Waiting to take a shower with his Daddy.
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That's the way some days start for @crinkleboy2118. His Twitter - crinkleboy2118.
“You sit here on the toilet and be quiet,” Daddy said as he took your hand towards it and forced you to sit on the closed lid, in a very wet and uncomfortable diaper.
“I need to shave before we take our shower together,” he said, preparing his stuff before him.
You sat there, pouty and upset. You wanted to be out of this so soggy diaper. It was uncomfortable from the moment you woke up. Even the fact you woke up to Daddy spooning you into his chest didn’t help. You want to be out of bed and out of that diaper.
Daddy took off his clothes, moving around in front of the mirror. His cock was dangling, flaccid yet big, much bigger than yours. Even flaccid it was bigger than your little stiffed peepee. You looked at his cock and thought about yours, little and stuffed inside a wet night diaper. It was so moist, that even when you started to get a hard-on, it was uncomfortable there on the toilet.
Daddy’s body was bulky and manly. His upper body was firm and wide, his legs girthy like wooden logs. He was naked, his cock hanging there, big and free.
You sat on the toilet. Wearing an almost overflowing diaper. Your small peepee was stuffed in there.
“But Daddy, can you at least take my diaper off? Please?” you begged.
“You know that only I can take it off, and look at me now,” he was holding his blade up and his face full of shaving foam, “Now I’m busy. So, be a good boy and stay quiet. If not, go get your pacifier.”
You didn’t want your pacifier. You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of shutting you up with it. So you just sat there.
A diaper boy, on a toilet. Waiting to take a shower with his Daddy.
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That's the way some days start for @crinkleboy2118. His Twitter - crinkleboy2118.
“And that’s that. That’s how we deal with unruly patients. Truss ‘em up, diaper them up, gag them if we have to, and they become much more docile.”
Jason stepped away from his roommate Billy and admired his handiwork. And to think, the pervert currently locked up in restraints and thickly diapered thought he was in control of this situation.
Billy had been a pretty annoying roommate for quite awhile, to be honest. Forgot to do his dishes on his designated nights. Was occasionally late with money for the phone and internet bills. Generally slobbish. And one night, as the two 25-year-olds sat around drinking beer, Billy kept peppering Jason with questions about his job at the local mental hospital. Questions that went beyond normal curiosity.
“So, like, when some patient is really off their rocker, totally nuts. I’ve heard, like, maybe you guys have to put them in restraints or straitjacket and they’re just helpless?”
“We do what’s necessary,” he’d replied but that wasn’t enough.
“But I’ve heard, and maybe this isn’t true, that you sometimes forcefully diaper your patients? Put them back into Pampers and even make them use them until they behave?”
Ah, a diaper and bondage pervert, Jason realized. He’d met a few in his days already. People who fantasized about the very real things he delivered to patients.
“Sometimes,” was all he said.
Later, he went and checked his roommate’s browser history and was not shocked to find the pervert reading stories about diaper punishment and bondage. So predictable. Hmmm. Maybe he should give him what he wants. Or what he thinks he wants.
One night, again as they drank beer, Jason surprised his roomie. “So I know you were all curious about how we deal with unruly folks. Maybe you wanna find out?” With that he went to his gym bag and pulled out the restraint jacket and some diapers he’d taken from the hospital for the night.
He saw his roommate’s eyes bulge and his eyes glaze over. “So you’ll know what it’s like.”
Billy agreed — naturally – and only started objecting when Jason put him on the floor and started pulling off his pants. “Hey, hey, hey.” He wanted to be in a diaper but one that he put on, not some dude.
Jason slapped his hands away. “You think our patients like being diapered? You think they do it themselves? I know how to deal with unruliness, so just keep it up. You’re so inquisitive, you’re gonna find out.”
The chastened boy gave in and moaned as Jason stripped him, powdered him and taped him into his Pampers. Quickly, efficiently, Jason rubbed his roommate’s diaper until the spasms started and the cum oozed into his diaper. With his libido gone, he knew the slut would really be scared now. Then came the restraints. Tight. Unbreakable. Inescapable.
“Okay, um, cool, can you let me out now?”
“You think our patients tell us when to be let out? No, no, no, no. We decide. And we decide what happens to them when they’re restrained.”
With that Jason turned his trussed-up diapered turkey around, he brought him to the floor and onto his knees. Jason unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock. He saw Billy panic. The boy wanted diapers and bondage, not cock. Not cock. Oh no.
Jason grasped him by the hair. “You were sooooo curious. Well now you’re gonna find out what happens. And I decide when you’re released. And what you suck until you are. And if you don’t start cleaning up and paying on time…expect a lot of this.”
One final moan…silenced by Jason’s cock. Some boys have to learn the hard way what real life is like.
Diaper Dependent
The suffocating darkness behind the gimp mask was the first clear sign of my colossal mistake. You know, you could’ve done this right, gone to the Adult Clinic, become a diaper dependent that way. But I didn’t have the money, I took a cheap gamble, and this is where it got me: a straitjacketed, diapered slave.
I should’ve known better. The website screamed "suspect," his claims of a "walk-in-and-out treatment" were blatant lies. But I let my dick do the walking, and here I am. I had a chance to walk out while I was sitting in that waiting room, nervous, waiting for him. I could have gone back but I willingly followed him into his office and accepted a drink. It was spiked, of course, and I woke up like this: gagged, masked, bound, and diapered. He told me this was my life now, his diaper play slave, messing and wetting my diaper for him from this day one. Never again will I be an adult. As I listen to his words He says you will never get to touch yourself either from this day on you will only cum in your diaper, when it is allowed.
That's when I felt a strong cramp in my stomach. I knew what that meant I was about to fill the diaper like a toddler with no control whatsoever.
Before I even had a chance to mess my diaper, He stroked me to release, then, as a cruel jest, locked me in a chastity cage, keeping me constantly aroused and frustrated. This went on for what seemed like a lifetime. At last, he was satisfied that I was milked dry.
When I finally started to mess for him, I could feel the warm wet mushy mess spread all through my diaper. I lay there bound to the bed helpless in a diaper filled with my own poop and the front of it soaked with wet stickies as he called it.
As my diaper was removed, I was told once I get you all cleaned up I will bring you to the procedure room. Once in the room it will take an hour to make you 100% diaper dependent like you paid for. Once it is done you will be brought to your room and the staff will get you settled in.
He went on to tell me that every little accident earns me a spanking on my bare bottom just like the toddler you paid to be. And when you do finally earn another release, you will get milked into your wet messy diaper before you are changed.
His young male nurse/assistant kept bottle-feeding me milk mixed with laxatives to ensure I would keep wetting and messing myself with little to no control. It was explained that once the procedure was done, I would have no control and use my diapers for everything. No matter how hard I tried to control myself.
His assistant explained on the way to the procedure room that his Daddy has always wanted another boy he could use for his twisted experiments. He went on to explain that the doctor is also his daddy/lover/master with twisted desires, yet he will not allow him to do thing to him before it has been done to others to see the effects it has. He then say's then and only then is he allowed to do them to me.
Turns out I paid five thousand dollars to become his lab rat so to speak. Anything he wanted to do or try with his lover/assistant he did to me first to find out what the effects would be.
Eventually, I did become diaper-dependent, but it was a hollow victory, given where I am. Time has dulled the edge of my desperation. The hope of escape has become a distant whisper. I've grown apathetic, I guess, and now, I’m just a diaper play slave to be used for medical experiments or this sadistic doctor and his assistant/lover. I've learned to accept this twisted reality, one soiled diaper at a time.
That was 5 years ago. Now I am kept in thick diapers 24/7 and the only excitement I look forward to is when the doctor uses large toys in my messy diaper to milk my prostate adding my own sticky mess to my already messy diaper. I have not been allowed to touch or stroke myself for release. If I get to make a sticky it is always with a toy or electro stimulation. I am kept locked in chastity and always dressed in thick diapers.
Bound to submit
As I stood up against the tree lighting a smoke a hard hot man walked by me. I stole a glans as he passed.
next thing
I know we are chatting as I gaze into his eyes. I feel as if I am becoming hypnotized by his look. I yawn over and over as he talks and tells me about his life and house.
I share the fact that I am interested in him as well as seeing his house. He ask why type of man I am looking for? I replied with a strong man that knows what he wants. Someone who is more of a dom and not afraid to take control over anything.
All at once he snapped his fingers and I was out like a light.
As I woke up, I found myself bound down unable to move. I could feel a warm mass against my manhood. I tried to scream but nothing came out I had a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head keeping me in total darkness.
I had no idea how long I had been here or what was happening. That is until I heard his voice as he said Well boy, you said you liked a dom man that takes control over anything. I have done just that. I now own you.
You will remain a slave bound in his diaper until I break you, Your caged manhood will ensure you get no enjoyment from it. as well as the large plug in your hole keeping you opened up for my use when I want it.
After what seemed like a lifetime I gave in and told the man I will do anything he wants. just let me off this bench. He laughed and said I figured I would have broken you in an hour. I never thought it would take 2 days.
I was removed and brought to a room. Told to lay on the bed. Next the man said time to change my diaper slave and get him locked down for the night.
I gasped as I heard the word Diaper. What is this mans plan and why am I being kept in diapers.
I asked and all he said is a proper slave does what he is told, and you will wear a diaper at all times. I was shocked hearing that. The man who I found very hot changed me into a fresh diaper, then he placed plastic pants over the diaper as he said I don't want my slave to leak and soil his bed.
As I was placed on my back, he pulled my arms and legs to each corner and hooked me to the bed for the night. As he was inspecting his work, he looked me in the eyes and said by morning you will be very wet and messy. Do Not try to fight it. Just let your body relax and let nature take its course. The sooner you give in and submit the easier it will be for you.
Poor Trent could only pout. He drank too much, couldn’t hold a job, never paid the rent on time, and was just generally an asshole. After several months of this (and one drunken bedwetting episode) Trent’s roommate replaced all his underwear with diapers.
He confronted Trent after his shower and convinced him that if he still wanted someone to buy all his food and cover his half of rent and bills then he would agree to this new scenario. The diapers did their trick and Trent became docile and sober. He managed to keep a job and soon a routine of morning diaper changes and nightly bubble baths became understood.
Tren'ts roommate only meant for the diapers to be a temporary humiliation. He never dreamed Trent would actually piss in them. Trent did though. It was as if as soon as the first diaper was taped on he forgot how to use the toilet. Several times a day he would sheepishly walk up to his roommate, lower his head, and with red cheeks ask for a diaper change. The bathroom was never locked and the toilet was never off limits, but Trent worked his way through pack after pack of diapers. It was as if the poor guy had been acting out all along and just needed a little bit of comfort (and padding) in his life…
The daddies decided to have a play date for their two boys. The men always decided when, where, and with whom the play dates will be, not the boys. Little boys are being followed to where they’ve been told to go, walk or crawl, they have no word in it. The boys are being treated as babies for a few months now. They all started as a group of friends going out on double dates, but one of the daddies had a new idea back then, and the rest is history. Now two men became two baby boys. The daddies have always been daddies, and now it shows.
The boys had grown to use their diapers, baby toys, pacifiers, and even baby talk and early bedtimes. When they are naughty and their daddies call them to their laps, the boys cry but submissively go to lie down and feel the firmness of an open hand. They even started to get used to not having sex anymore. Sometimes they hear their daddies in the master bedrooms making noises, maybe with other men, but they can’t be sure, because the mobile above their head is playing music that blocks most of the sound coming from the hallway. They can only lie on their tummy, feeling a little stiffy in their wet diaper, and start humping one of their favorite plushies.
On the play date, their daddies saw that the boys are not playing together, and when one of them grabbed the other’s one toy, they started to fight. The daddy instinct kicked in, and they knew the boys were frustrated. They needed to relax and have a good old nap. They knew the best way to put them to sleep fast, is making them tire themselves out.
They told the boys to crawl from the living room to the nursery. There waited next to Tiny, the giant teddy bear, lots of bedtime diapers and stuffers, and above them two big bulbed butt plugs. The boys knew that but plugs are saved for special occasions. It makes them precum in tons and think about how someone, their daddies, decided to put it in their holes. As the boys lay down for a diaper change, they sucked on their pacifiers, looking at their daddies, at each other, and at Tiny.
“Ahhhhh!” both gasped when the butt plugs slid into their hairless holes covered in wet heavy cream, topped with baby powder.
Even before the diapers were tapped, precum began to ooze out of their small penises. Onesies were dressed on them, pacifiers pushed in again, and the curtains moved to block away much of the sunlight.
“You boys need to relax and have a good deep nap. You are cranky and we don’t like it. Tiny is big enough for you both to lay down on. He is comfier than your fuzzy friends in your cribs. Now up you go.” one of the daddies ordered as the boys mounted the giant bear. The butt plugs hit their prostates causing them to moan.
He turned off the light as he and the other daddy left the room. The two boys were on the bear, very still. The room was quiet but their hearts raced. It was like being in their crib at night, on their tummies. Their small peepees woke up. Every position they tried moved the butt plugs inside their holes, making them precum even more. One of them couldn’t help himself and started to hump the leg of the giant teddy bear, making noises through his pacifier. The other boy watched him. It was so long ago he saw something that resembled sex, which makes his peepee stand even harder and his hole squeezed more rapidly around the butt plug. He also started to hump Tiny’s other leg. In the semi-dark nursery, the baby boys humped Tiny’s legs. Every thrust pushed the plugs onto their prostate, milking them, making them move and hump harder. One of the boys suddenly had to pee badly when he was so close to cum. He lost his bladder control a few weeks ago. He had to stop while he peed. He laid his head on the bear’s chest as he peed and his penis went soft. When he was done he was happy to hump again to make his peepee hard, but then he suddenly came in his wet and warm diaper. His orgasm was ruined. He wanted to explode like a big boy, playing like he was fucking the bear, but he couldn’t do even that. He just came in his diaper, not controlling it, like the baby pathetic that he is.
The other boy thrust and thrust Tiny’s leg over and over. He didn’t seem to notice his baby friend crying softly beside him, disappointed. He was in ecstasy. It reminded him of when daddy used to fuck him. Closing his eyes, he imagined the plug as a cock in his ass, the sucking action as another cock in his mouth, and Tiny’s furry leg as being on a massive manly bear. He humped and humped, moaned and moaned until he finally exploded in his diaper. He imagined he was having real sex, but he was just a baby, playing with his toy.
The two boys finally calmed down. One after he sobbed and one after his breath was taken away. On the nursery floor were two boys, falling asleep on one teddy bear. If you’ll open the room’s door and see them now, you’ll see how adorable and cute they are. Two baby boys, having a play date.
——————————————————————————- @bilbng86 ‘s giant teddy bear, Tiny, has that effect on boys. I would like to say that bilnbg86 has so much creativity in him, taking a picture like that(!).
James woke up feeling warm and fuzzy. Disoriented, he turned to check the time on his phone, the shift accompanied by the crinkling of the mattress protector under his sheets and the diaper between his legs. The diaper! Just as he read 3:38, his brain registered the thick, crinkly mass forcing his legs apart, and the smell of mixed baby powder and pee. A hand, almost on his own, wandered down to his crotch, and the squishy feeling let him now that the diaper was indeed well used. Embarrassment filled his mind as he idly squeezed in a mix of morbid curiosity for the squishy sensation and the stimulation his half-hard dick was receiving.
A few weeks ago, James had begun to wet the bed. He wasn’t sure why, but what he dismissed as a one-off soon proved to be a much bigger inconvenience. At first, he’d wake up to the feeling of peeing, and he’d quickly clench to stop the flow, limiting the accident to just a wet spot in his boxer briefs. But as the days went on, he’d wake up later and later each time, until he eventually would sleep through the whole thing, only finding out he had peed himself in his sleep when he woke up in the morning to soaked boxer briefs, shirt and bedsheets.
He tried to keep it a secret, but it didn’t take long for his roommate, Aidan, to find out. He was surprisingly supportive, even offering to strip the bed and put the sheets in the washer while James showered his bedtime accident off. Soon enough, the two men’s morning routine included James shamefully walking to the bathroom to shower while Aidan cleaned up the bedwetting accidents.
When Aidan proposed a plastic bedsheet to keep the mattress from getting even more stained, James had no argument. The crinkles of the mattress protector joined him that very night thanks to Aidan’s insistence that James bought it immediately.
James thought that he couldn’t be more humiliated. He had to sleep with a mattress cover and parade himself every morning in front of his roommate, soaked in his own pee. James thought wrong. That night, when going to bed, Aidan was waiting for him. On the bed were several large packs of diapers.
“Dude, we can’t keep going like this. I don’t mind that you’re a bedwetter, nor helping you out in the mornings, but we can’t keep doing so much laundry each day,” Aidan had said, placing a hand on one of the diaper packages.
“I don’t need those, I’m not a bedwett-” James began to protest, but was cut off by his roommate.
“But you do and you are. You’ve been wetting the bed every night for how long now? A week? Two? How long had you been peeing yourself before I even found out? I need a break from washing your pee-soaked sheets every morning, and you need diapers.”
“I’m not going to wear them, and you can’t make me, either,” James said with as much determination as he could muster.
“Oh, but I can. You’ll lay on the bed and let me diaper you willingly, and you’ll keep the diaper on all night, unless you want your friends to find out you’re a bedwetter. I’ve got picture proof of it, too,” Aidan threatened as he pulled out his phone, where James could se a picture of himself, laying asleep on a large wet spot centered around his soaked boxer briefs.
James had no choice. Reluctantly, he lay on the bed and allowed Aidan to take charge of the process. Getting undressed by him was embarrassing, but getting diapered up was extremely humiliating, especially when Aidan pulled out a bottle of baby powder and applied it generously over James’ crotch. Any protests about that were dismissed by Aidan’s warning that he was in no mood to deal with any more bullshit, or there’d be punishments to endure.
All that went through James’ mind as he lay on the bed in the middle of the night, still idly squeezing his crotch. Fuck, where wet diapers supposed to feel this good? His dick was at full mast now, and he felt the need to just rub one off. Unwilling to stick his hand in his used diaper, James turned over to lay on his stomach in an attempt to prevent himself from further touching. He’d masturbate in the morning wile showering.
But his hips had other plans, and James found himself almost involuntarily grinding against he bed, moved by the pleasurable sensations. James cursed under his breath as his arousal grew. The crinkles of mattress cover and diaper intensified as James let his body take over and grinding became humping. Desperate to cum, he pointed his dick up and thrust harder against his soggy diaper, doing his best to quiet his sounds of sexual desperation. Only minutes later, James was moaning against his pillow as his dick shot rope after rope of cum into his soggy diaper in one of the most intense orgasms he ever had.
Exhausted, James soon drifted to sleep once again, still laying on his belly and with his but still slightly raised.
In the morning, he woke up to someone shaking him gently by the shoulder and calling up his name.
“You really are something else, dude. Even with a diaper, you managed to leak this bad,” Aidan said as James recovered his consciousness.
Then he felt it. The front of his shirt was soaked, as was the front of the diaper. He had wet in his sleep a second time, but with his dick still pointing up after his humping session, most of it had just leaked out onto the bed. He mumbled in an attempt to apologize, but Aidan cut him off.
“Don’t sweat it, I’ll just make sure to add extra layers for bedtime.”
They began their morning routine. James went for his underwear drawer, but inside he only found diapers. A pile of torn fabric on the floor nearby caught his eyes.
“Aidan? What’s that? And where are my boxers?” he demanded, diaper still sagging from his hips.
“What’s What? Oh, that. Those were your boxers,” Aidan answered nonchalantly.
“What?!”
“I told you I didn’t want to deal with your bullshit anymore, so when I saw this,” he pointed at the wet bedsheets he was stripping from the bed, “I decided to just cut them all up. If you’re going to be a massive bedwetter, I might as well let you be a massive pottypants. You’ll be wearing diapers as your underwear from now on, at least until you prove you can actually stay dry.”
James was speechless. This couldn’t be. He didn’t even have accidents during the day.
“I see you’re worried, but relax, you won’t run out of diapers. Your roommie has your back. The first purchase had a massive discount because of how many they were, so your card was still good to buy some more cases this morning. I even subscribed you to a diaper delivery service! You can be certain that I’ll keep you diapered until you can stay dry, even if it takes you months. Now go take a shower, and I’ll change you into a fresh diaper before breakfast.”
Stunned, James waddled towards the bathroom. Little droplets of pee fell down from his diaper. Was this really his new daily underwear for the foreseeable future? He didn’t even know why he was wetting the bed, how was he supposed to stop himself from doing it? What if he couldn’t stop wetting the bed? Or worse, what if he got so used to wearing diapers all the time, than when he somehow managed to stop his bedwetting accidents, he wouldn’t be able to keep his pants dry anyway?
James gulped as the sound of his roommate moving the diapers around reached him before he closed the bathroom door.
Good Morning, "Young Master" - I'm glad to see you're finally awake. It seems you had quite an eventful evening last night, celebrating your newfound wealth after the reading of your father's will. I even had to drag you into your new room and get you changed for bedtime after all the fun you had. You can imagine my disappointment, your dad leaving his vast riches to his layabout of a son, instead of the butler who dutifully spent the prime of his life changing the lil' bastard's diapers - long after most boys are potty-trained I might add. However, once you left for the evening, my lawyer noticed a small bump in the road to your inheritance. It seems your father hadn't bothered to update his will in a very long time, and the princely sum your father left you comes with a clause which leaves me in control of the fortune until I've deemed you as having reached "adulthood." Sadly, I'm not so certain that you'll ever reach such a lofty status, what with the complete dependency on diapers you'll soon be developing. Now-now, there's no need to fuss - your new nanny will be here soon to take care of "baby." Actually, I guess she's not so "new" - you remember Helga, don't you? Your father let her go after you wouldn't stop sniveling about how many times her philosophy of "spare the rod, spoil the child" met with your pink little backside. Well, it seems there isn't much demand these days for such a deeply authoritarian streak in caregivers, and I was able to get her back at a very reasonable price. She certainly hasn't forgotten you by-the-way, so this should be a fun lil' reunion. Until she arrives, why don't you try to get a bit more rest - after all, there's a very important press conference in just a few hours regarding the state of your family's holdings that I'm sure the multitude of investors will be keen to watch. Try to look grateful for the cameras - it's not everyday that over $100k of diapers gets delivered in front of the national news.