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[babiedboi-deactivated20251207]

[back2briefs-deactivated20200405]

Stop pouting - I told you what would happen if you came home from college with a bad grade again. And there’s no point to this punishment unless everyone can see how much of a big baby you are. This summer you’ll be wearing nothing but a diaper and a pacifier. When you stop crying we’re going to the store to get you a car seat and a high chair - then I need to call all the neighbors to see if any of their sons are willing to babysit you when I’m at work.

[babiedboi-deactivated20251207]

[back2briefs-deactivated20200405]

After wetting his bed after a long night of drinking, Adam’s roommate blackmailed him into wearing diapers and moved him to the bottom bunk! Adam is diapered as soon as he gets back from classes and is not allowed to get dressed until the next day.

[back2briefs-deactivated20200405]

I told you big bro, you’re going back to diapers whether you like it or not. All my friends agree that you must be pretty irresponsible if you have to move in with your little brother to save some money. Now do you want to start calling me Daddy, Uncle, or Master? Actually, maybe you should start referring to me as your big brother now, don’t you think that’s more appropriate?

[back2briefs-deactivated20200405]

Look at him. He’s 24-years-old but he still wears tighty whities and white socks just like a little kid. Why? Well the dean put me in charge of helping him improve his grades and I find that bringing down his confidence a little helps him focus on studying.

[allwhitebriefs]

[adultbabystories]

You were forced to move into the nursery. You were forced out of the master bedroom. There’s nothing you could’ve say or do. Six months ago, you found another man’s underwear under the bed. Four months ago, you were told you are not satisfying in bed anymore. Two months ago, you had to meet the new man in the house. One month ago, you started to be treated like a boy. Your opinions weren’t important anymore, or what you had to say, so you were silenced with a pacifier. You were so embarrassed and humiliated, you became very moody, and one night you wet the bed. A week ago, the new man of the house decided. You’ll have to wear a diaper, day and night. You’ll have to suck on a pacifier all the time. You’ll have to wear baby clothes. And the most important thing is, You’ll have to sleep in your new nursery, while there will be real adult action in the master bedroom. —————————————— Such a childish and cute picture of @jannii93

[y-fronts-lover]

You never get tired of a man in Jockeys y-fronts and his tractor.

[dudesinck]

[guystightunderwear]

[fratculture]

[dudesinck]

[mommyameliestorycorner]

a boy's world: Welcome Home, Big Boy

The airport was busier than Lukas remembered. He dragged his suitcase through the crowd, scanning for a familiar face. Six months in Iceland, a place where men were still treated like adults, had felt like a dream. He had missed home, but not the creeping regression that had taken hold of his friends.

And then he saw them.

Adam stood near the arrivals gate, bouncing on his toes, his hands clutching a stuffed dinosaur. He wore nothing but a bright blue t-shirt and a thick, crinkling diaper, the padding sagging slightly between his legs. His expression was blank, his mouth slightly open, a pacifier clipped to his shirt. Beside him, Rebecca stood with her arms crossed, a fond smile playing on her lips. She wore a simple blouse and jeans, her posture relaxed but authoritative.

Lukas froze.

The last time he had seen Adam, his roommate had been wearing pull-ups, hidden under pants, dry, and a source of quiet embarrassment. Now, Adam looked like a toddler, unashamed, unburdened by the weight of adulthood.

Rebecca noticed Lukas first. She waved, her smile widening. "Welcome back. I see you’re still trying to be a big boy."

Adam’s head snapped toward the sound of her voice, his eyes lighting up. He let out a happy squeal and waddled forward, his diaper crinkling with every step. "Lulu!" he cooed, the nickname he used to call Lukas when they were kids.

Lukas swallowed hard. "Hey, Adam."

Adam didn’t respond with words. Instead, he grabbed Lukas’ hand and tugged, his grip surprisingly strong. "Mommy, Lulu’s home!"

Rebecca chuckled, stepping forward to give Lukas a hug. "I see you’re still in your big boy underwear."

Lukas felt his face heat up. He glanced down at his jeans, then back at Adam, who was now pressing his face into Lukas’ side, his diaper rustling loudly. "Yeah, uh, they don’t really do the whole regression thing in Iceland."

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "No, I suppose they don’t. But you’re home now."

The car ride back to their shared apartment was surreal. Adam sat in the backseat, his diaper crinkling every time he shifted, his pacifier bobbing as he hummed to himself. Lukas sat stiffly in the passenger seat, hyper-aware of the contrast between them. Rebecca drove.

"You’ll have to get used to it," Rebecca said, glancing at Lukas. "most boys have accepted their fate."

Lukas risked a glance at Adam, who was now sucking on his pacifier, his eyes half-lidded. "He didn’t really have a choice, did he?"

Rebecca’s smile didn’t waver. "Of course he did. But why would anyone choose to struggle when they can just relax and let someone else take care of them?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "Speaking of which, there’s a petition going around campus. They want to remove all the toilets from the male dorms, replace them with changing rooms. Adam signed it this morning."

Adam clapped his hands, his diaper squishing with the movement. "More changing rooms! Yay!"

Lukas stared at the petition, then at Adam. "He signed it?"

Rebecca nodded. "Enthusiastically. He said it’s about time."

Lukas didn’t know how to respond. He turned back to the window, watching the city pass by. It was the same place he had left, but it felt foreign now.

Back at the apartment, Lukas dropped his bags in his room and took a deep breath. He could hear Rebecca in the living room, her voice soft and patient as she talked to Adam. Curiosity got the better of him, and he crept to the doorway.

Adam was lying on the floor, his t-shirt ridden up, his diaper fully exposed. Rebecca knelt beside him, her hands deftly unfastening the tabs. The diaper was sagging, the padding thick and swollen. Lukas’ stomach twisted as Rebecca lifted Adam’s hips and slid the diaper out from under him. The scent of urine filled the air, but Adam didn’t react. He just lay there, his expression peacefull, his hands clutching his stuffed dinosaur.

Rebecca cleaned him up with practiced ease, her movements gentle but efficient. "Such a good boy," she murmured, sprinkling powder onto his skin. "Mommy’s so proud of you."

Adam giggled, kicking his legs slightly. "Love you, Mommy."

Rebecca leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Love you too, baby."

Lukas backed away, his heart pounding. He had known things had changed, but seeing it his best friend getting changed was something else.

Later that evening, Lukas sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Adam was on the floor, playing with a set of blocks, his diaper crinkling with every movement. Rebecca sat beside Lukas, her leg pressed against his.

"You know," she said casually, "Adam fought it for a long time. But once he let go, he was so much happier."

Lukas didn’t look up. "I’m not sure it’s for me."

Rebecca reached over and plucked his phone from his hands, setting it aside. "You don’t have to decide right now. But you’re home, Lukas. And things are different here." She gestured to the petition on the coffee table. "The world is changing. Even if you don’t want to admit it."

Adam crawled over to them, his diaper rustling. He climbed onto the couch and snuggled against Lukas, his head resting on his shoulder. Lukas stiffened, but Adam just sighed contentedly.

Rebecca smiled. "See? He likes having you back."

Lukas looked down at Adam, then at Rebecca. "What if I don’t want to change?"

Rebecca’s smile softened. "Then you’ll be the odd one out. But you’re welcome to try, if you ever want to. Adam can show you how nice it is."

Adam looked up at Lukas, his eyes wide and trusting. "Lulu try? Please?"

Lukas exhaled, his resolve wavering. "I... I’ll think about it."

[whitieseveryday]

Hey, are you making fun of my underwear?

[masculine-men]

[adultbabystories]

My Sweet Stubborn Baby Bryan

“Who asked you?” the man said, not really asking. “I sure didn’t, he sure didn’t,” as he pointed at the other guy, “then who?” “You heard us adults talking, and then you decided to interfere.” “But you were talking about me,” you whispered, maybe to yourself, fearing he would hear you.

“And? We were talking about you… AND?” he raised his voice. “Does it mean boys can intervene in adult conversations?” this time he paused.

“Mmmm,” you started to speak and he almost immediately cut you off with a “NO!”.

“Look at all these toys I put on the blanket for you. Aren’t they more interesting than us talking? What about these stupid kiddy shows you like so much? Boxed-shaped dumb dogs or whatever, isn’t it enough? Don’t you like it all?” this time he asked.

“I do Sir,” you nodded.

“You come here once a week, taking a fucking break from your life, right into my arms. I bathe you, diaper you, dress you in the cutest outfit there is, putting you on the floor like a giant toddler, allowing you to be the dumbest baby ever, to not have a single thought inside this head of yours. To forget everything, for a few hours. No responsibilities, or a few hours.” he caressed my head, slowly, fondly.

I pressed my cheek into his warm palm.

“Bryan, baby, my sweet stubborn baby Bryan. It’s okay, I understand,” he lowered himself into my line of sight, speaking softly. “You’re learning, it’s okay, every boy breaks down at his own pace. Look, you’re already wet. Now, take your pacifier dangling from your shirt, put it in your mouth, and be quiet while the adults are talking,” he said, stood up, and turned away.

You did as he said. You had a few hours more being a dumb baby. While you sucked on your pacifier, the talking voices became just noises. Your mind was clear again, even for a little while.

[somediaperguy]

I move around in my sleep so much my tapes come undone. I need a onesie, but these do well enough for now and look cute to boot!

[kevinoconnor]