Windel's Nursery for Good Boys

[pupwindelcrinklewuff]

As a full time diapercuck, daddy thinks I need more humiliation from the internet.

This blog accepts all random diaper checks, chastity cage checks and stop, drop and potty orders.

Mature tags will be turned on for all cage checks and diaper pooping vids.

[all4thedips]

Dry Enough - Chapter 2 of 4

Note: This story features consenting adult characters and is intended for a mature, 18+ audience only. 

This story was originally published on Ream. I will be publishing all four chapters here over the next week. 

Derek had a door on his bedroom. An actual door, with a knob. Maybe even a lock. 

Andy sucked in a deep breath. Talking to Derek was the right decision. 

He knocked on the door. 

From the other side, an explosion, followed by the tat-tat-tat of videogame gunfire. 

"Fucker!" someone—presumably Derek—shouted. 

Andy braced for someone to come around the corner and scold Derek. Threaten him with a mouth-soaping. A spanking. Loss of video game privileges. 

Nothing. No one came. No one cared. 

Andy felt himself grin. He knocked again, louder this time. 

"Go away, Mom! I told you I’ll clean my room when I’m done gaming." 

Andy swallowed. "Um, hey. This is Andy." 

Tat-tat-tat-tat! 

"Who?" 

Andy glanced down the hallway. He could hear muffled talking. Splashing. No one was in earshot, though. Still, he couldn’t risk it. He put his mouth up to the door. "You're, uh, gonna help me with my essay. I brought it with me on a flash drive, like you asked." 

Silence. 

Andy held his breath. 

"It’s unlocked," Derek said. 

Andy stepped inside.

The room was dark. And not even just compared to the brightly lit hallway. This might have been a photography darkroom, if not for the glow of the computer monitor and PC tower LEDs at the far end of the room. 

Andy took a step further, and his foot connected with something soft. Clothing? 

"Close the fucking door," Derek snapped. "Jesus." 

"Sorry," Andy said. He turned around and closed the door, feeling the small button on the back of the knob: a lock. He had an actual lock on his door. 

Andy paused, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. The room smelled bad. Like junk-food farts with a haze of body spray over the top. Still, it didn't smell like diapers and baby powder. Stale Dorito air could be explained away when you had a girl over to your dorm room. Urine and baby wipes? Not so much.

"Dammit!" Derek snapped. He slammed a palm on his desk and spun around in his gaming chair. "You brought it?" 

"Hey," Andy said. He fished in his pocket for the thumb drive and pulled it out. 

Derek grinned and held out his palm. 

Andy dropped the thumb drive into his open hand. He stepped back. 

The smell wasn't just in the room—it was coming from Derek himself. 

Derek stuck the thumb drive in his computer and pulled up the folder, then the first image. Anime. Hentai, Andy had learned it was called. This particular kind of hentai involved octopuses—or at least tentacles—penetrating busty women with big eyes and oil-slicked skin.

Andy looked away. He'd seen more than enough flipping through the images to verify he'd found what Derek wanted. 

Derek turned on a desk lamp. His eyes were bloodshot. He wore black sweatpants and a white undershirt with a prominent caramel colored stain in the center. Sloppy, but no bulging, crinkling diaper underneath, at least. 

You can wear whatever you want when you're free, Andy thought. When he was potty trained, he’d keep himself put together better than Derek did. But it’d be because he wanted to, not because his stepmother forced him. Showers, not bubble baths. He’d brush his teeth as long as he wanted to, not as long as the bright blue timer said he should. He’d probably even grow his hair out a bit: face, legs, and maybe even a bit of bush. 

"How'd you find this?" Derek said. "I've been looking for this one for years." 

Andy felt a swell of pride. “I couldn’t find the stills anywhere. But I tracked down the original video. I have my own Youtube channel. A gaming channel. So I’m pretty good at editing. I pulled the stills from—”

“Huh,” Derek said. “I watch a few gaming streamers. You know JoJaxxx? SteamyK?” 

“I think I’ve heard of SteamyK. He’s a Call of Duty streamer, right? I mostly play JRPGs.” 

Derek’s attention had already drifted back to the screen. 

“So, uh, can I get that guide now?” Andy asked quietly. 

“Oh, yeah. It’s under the mattress.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the unmade bed. 

Andy paused in front of the bed. A bottle of lotion sat on the nightstand, and next to that, a box of tissues. 

He winced. Gross. But who was he to judge? He’d made humpies just that morning, with Veronica Vole pinched tight between his thighs. Bri had teased him about his ‘sticky surprise’ all through his morning change; she’d only shut up about it during breakfast, when his stepmom told her to leave it alone. 

He knelt beside the bed and began feeling around under the mattress. His hands connected with something. He pulled out a thin sheaf of stapled-together paper. He could barely make out the title in the dark room. It was all-caps, Times New Roman: POTTY TRAINING. 

A chill ran up Andy’s arms, leaving goosebumps behind. The corners were dog-eared, and there was a splotch of tomato sauce or something on the front. Derek had used this to win back his independence, and Andy would do the same thing. No more bedwetting. No more changes at the park. No more leaks or diaper bags or condescending head-pats.

No more being treated like a baby by every girl he ever met.  

He walked closer to the desk lamp, flipped the guide open, and began to scan. 

"Your bladder already knows what to do. Your only task is to stop getting in its way."

Huh. Kinda obvious, but that was probably just the introduction. He scanned ahead a few pages. 

"Accidents happen in the body. Success happens in the mind. Ask yourself: Are you listening to your fears, or are you listening to your future?" 

He flipped three-quarters of the way through.

"The universe responds to certainty. Approach the bathroom as a dry person, and dry habits will follow." 

Andy’s heart sank. “This is what you used to potty train? This is…are you sure?” 

Derek shrugged, his eyes still locked on the screen as he flipped through the images. “No skin off my back if you wanna be a bedwetter. Not every guy is cut out for freedom.” 

Andy shook his head slowly. “No. No, I need this. I’m going to college this fall. I need…” he took a breath. “I need to get out of these damn things.” 

“Uh, huh.” 

Andy set the guide down on the table. “You are 100% sure this is what you used? It seems kinda…fluffy.”

Derek glanced over his shoulder, staring at Andy’s exposed diaper. He turned around and started flipping through the images again. “Sounds like the chicks have worn you down. Like I said, not everyone can handle this.”

Andy’s eyes wandered the room: dirty clothes littered the floor, crumb-covered dishes were piled high on the desk, along with a half dozen mostly empty bottles of Mountain Dew—or at least what Andy hoped was Mountain Dew. Then his eyes landed on something else: a golden baseball sitting on a trophy stand. 

“Do you still play?” Andy asked. “Baseball, I mean.” 

Derek twisted in his seat. “Huh?”

“I went to all the Sailfish games. I was in eighth grade when you were a senior. We had a pretty good season this year, but nothing like 2018. You were incredible.”

Derek sighed. “So, listen. The guide is…whatever. I mean, I read it. But basically, you just need to start practicing holding it. At first, it’s gonna feel like, I dunno, wagging a tail you don’t have. But then it’ll start to—” 

The door creaked open, and Jason’s head poked in, hair dripping wet. “Hey, um, are you gonna come out soon. We—”

“Bro!” Derek snapped. “You fucking ever heard of knocking?” 

Jason blushed. “Sorry, I, uh...don’t have a door, so…” 

Derek shook his head. “Right. I remember that shit. Ridiculous. ‘Why would you need privacy when we see everything you do in your diapers anyway?’”

Andy groaned. “God, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that.”

Jason stepped into the room and closed the door behind himself. He laughed awkwardly. “Me too. But…they’re kinda right, you know.” His eyes scanned the room, his lips curling into a wince.

Derek sneered. “Nice swim diaper.” 

Jason wore a bulbous blue-green swim diaper with cartoon otters playing on the front. “Thanks!” He turned to Andy. “I left the one with sharks for you.” 

Derek chuckled. “Lucky you.”

Heat surged into Andy’s cheeks. “Did you need something? We’re working on the…thing.” 

“There are popsicles,” Jason said. “Like, three different kinds. I had an orange creamsicle. Elise said I could have another one, but I need to clean my sticky face before I get in the pool again. There was a coconut one—I saved it for you, but I think Bri was eyeing it.” 

“Okay?” Andy said. 

Jason shrugged. “So…are you coming out now?”

A poolside coconut popsicle did sound good…

“No,” he said. “I gotta start this today.” 

Derek clapped his hands. “Damn right! You gotta commit yourself. Balls to the wall. Back yourself into a corner where the only choice is to regain control.” 

Andy nodded. “Right. Right. So…?”

“So take your diaper off,” Derek said. 

Andy’s stomach flip-flopped. “Take it…off off? Here?”

Jason shook his head. “Andy…you know we’re not supposed to. Bri will be—”

“Fuck Bri!” Andy snapped. “She’s not the boss.” He yanked a tape free.

Derek laughed. “That’s the spirit!” 

Andy ripped off the other top tape. His heart drummed in his chest. His hand rested on the left bottom tape. He yanked it, and the diaper slid down his leg and hit the floor with a splat. 

“Congratufuckinglations, man,” Derek said. “How’s freedom feel?”

Andy grinned. It felt incredible. Free. Like he was standing on top of a mountain. Or skydiving. Or—

Psssssssssss

The yellow stream landed right on a pile of dirty socks.

Enjoying this story? You might also dig Dependence Day.

"Raf and Olivia came to the lake hoping for one thing: a quiet Fourth of July weekend to reconnect after a painful mistake nearly unraveled the relationship they'd spent ten years building.

Then Brightbums announces its annual Dependence Day photo contest.

A year's supply of diapers. A custom nursery remodel. One winning couple.

Olivia's competitive streak ignites immediately. Raf wants nothing to do with turning their private dynamic into a public spectacle—but after everything they've been through, saying no feels like risking the fragile trust they're only beginning to rebuild."

[all4thedips]

Dry Enough - Chapter 1 of 4

Note: This story features consenting adult characters and is intended for a mature, 18+ audience only. 

This story was originally published on Ream. I will be publishing all four chapters here over the next week. 

Andy shifted on the hot vinyl of the backseat. The plasticky hot-car smell was strong enough he couldn’t even smell his own sweat or the copious amount of baby powder that dusted the inside of his diaper. “Can you please roll up the windows and put on the air conditioning?” he shouted at his step-sister.

Bri sat up front in the driver’s seat, long dirty-blonde hair blowing in the wind that flew through the open windows. Some too-upbeat pop song blared out of the windows, and Bri sang along to it. 

“Bri!” he shouted again. “We’re cooking back here!”

She shifted her head slightly. Her eyes were hidden behind dark glasses. She turned the stereo down, but only slightly. “Should’ve worn shorts, baby-bro. Your little buddy looks comfy enough.” 

Jason sat beside him in basketball shorts and a Nike tank top that showed off his sunburned shoulders. His friend shrugged and smiled good-naturedly. 

Andy rubbed his damp palms on his jeans. Jason’s basketball shorts also showed off the squared-off shape of a diaper underneath. 

Andy didn’t need to call everyone’s attention to the fact that his underwear was thick, absorbent, and generally pee-soaked. 

Elise doesn’t need to see that. 

Bri fished around in the diaper bag on the seat next to her and then extended her arm over the backseat, a bright green sippy cup in hand. Clear liquid bubbled around big chunks of ice inside. “I packed Sprite in your diaper bag. That’ll cool you off a bit.”

“I’m good,” Andy said. 

“Can I have it?” Jason asked. 

Bri laughed. “Sure. I thought you might want one, so packed a second.” She handed Jason the sippy cup.

He took it and slurped down a quarter of the liquid. He gasped and ran a wrist across his lips. “Thanks. That hit the spot. Sure you don’t want some?” he asked Andy.

Andy nodded.

Jason leaned back and sighed contentedly. “Pool’s gonna feel soooo good today. They have a waterslide, too. And they usually have popsicles. The good ones that have chunks of berries in them. You think they’ll have popsicles today?” 

“I can’t go in the pool. I need Derek’s help with my college essay.” Andy raised his eyebrows at Jason. “Remember?” 

Jason shrugged and looked out the window. They’d talked about this at length. It was the closest they’d come to an argument since the time they both blamed the other for the missing Switch controller before finding it under the couch. But Andy was desperate, and Derek was the person you went to when you were desperate.  

Bri eyed him in the rearview mirror. “I told you I’d help you with that essay.” 

“Yeah,” Andy said noncommittally. 

Her eyes were still locked on his in the rearview. Why didn’t she watch the road and get off his case? This was a perfect reminder of why he needed to meet with Derek in the first place—to get out from under her thumb, and everyone like her, before it was too late.   

“What about Elise, then?” Bri asked. “Last time we were hanging out, she mentioned something about your sketches and said what a cute little guy you are. I’m sure she’d be happy to help, and she’s a lot smarter than her idiot brother.” 

Andy’s cheeks burned. ‘Cute little guy’ was exactly the box he needed to pull himself out of before college started in a few months. Once a girl saw the waistband, that was it. Puppy. Kid brother. Cute.  

Jason grinned and nudged him with his elbow. “Did you hear that? She thinks you’re cute. You should totally go swimming with us. That essay’s not due for like another month, right? You have plenty of time.” 

For the essay, yeah, but not for the other thing. I need all the time I can get for that. 

But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. Not in front of Bri. 

“Andy…” Bri said. “You’re fidgeting again.” 

He almost denied it, then realized he was rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. He stopped and dropped them at his sides. 

The car pulled up to the curb in front of Derek’s house. It was nicer than his home, or Jason’s for that matter. All open and airy stucco construction that seemed to stay cool even when it was boiling outside. Carefully curated cacti and low bushes dotted the space between the road and the front door. 

Bri twisted around in her seat. She lowered her glasses. “You’re not planning to talk to him about anything else, are you?” 

“No.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed.

“I said no! I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Bri’s eyes narrowed. “Hmmm, okay. Elise says he’s a bad influence. Mom and I don’t want his negative attitude rubbing off on you.”  

Of course they’d consider Derek a bad influence: he was proof that boys could escape. But he wasn’t going to bring that up with her. Andy cleared his throat. “I mean, we’ll probably talk about baseball, too. He still has the strikeout record for the Sailfish. He—” 

Bri sighed. “Oh, I’m aware. Everyone has heard about his glory days as a high school pitcher. I wasn’t talking about baseball. It’s fine if you look up to him for his playing; just don’t take anything he says too seriously, ‘k?”

Andy relaxed, but only a little. “Okay.”

“I just wonder if you’d do better focusing on putting together your art portfolio,” Bri pushed. “That picture you were drawing the other day of the anime character with the big eyes? That was adorable. I bet—” 

“It wasn’t an anime character,” Andy said. “That’s Kefka from…” he shook his head. “Never mind. Can we just go in? I’m cooking.” 

Bri opened the car door and stepped out. She walked to the driver’s side first and unbuckled Jason’s seatbelt. 

“Thanks, Bri,” Jason said. 

She ruffled Jason’s hair by way of response, then leaned across the bench seat to unbuckle him. 

“I can do it myself, you know,” he said. “It’s not exactly complicated.” 

She unclicked the belt. “I know. But I’m in charge when Mom isn’t around, and she wants to be sure you’re always buckled correctly.” 

Andy gritted his teeth. She said it with such smug superiority, but she hadn’t even addressed his question, just danced around it. “Fine.” 

She paused, her face inches from his. “Don’t get fresh with me or I’ll tell Mom. You know she still has your car seat in the attic. If you fight me on this…” 

A chill prickled his skin, despite the overwhelming heat of the day. “Okay.” 

She leaned back out of the car and walked around to the sidewalk.

Jason giggled. “Her boob brushed my arm a bit.” 

“Gross, dude,” Andy said. 

“Hey, come on, relax,” Jason said. “It’s Saturday. We’re going swimming at Elise’s house.” The corners of his mouth slowly drew up. “I bet she’ll wear a bikini,” he said in a sing-songy tone. 

Elise in a bikini wasn’t the worst thing he could imagine. Far from it, actually. Those full breasts, straining against the fabric of the—

Andy shook his head. “No. I told you. I’m running out of time on this. College move-in day is September first. Derek’s the only one who can help me...get ready.” 

Jason threw his hands up. “I’m moving in the same day, remember? That’s why we should be relaxing. Having fun and enjoying our summer together.”

“I’ll relax once I’ve started…” he didn’t even want to say the word out loud out of an almost superstitious fear that it’d summon Bri or his stepmom or pretty much any other woman in his life. He shook his head and gestured at the puffy mound of his crotch. “I just don’t want to show up to school like this, you know?” 

“Not really,” Jason said. “Any girl worth my time will like me for who I am.”

Andy groaned. He’d heard that exact phrase from his stepmother a dozen times. If Jason wanted to walk into his dorm carrying a case of diapers, that was on him. 

Bri knocked on the window. “I thought you boys were cooking? Come on, let’s go.” 

*** 

The gentle slap of flip-flops on tile announced Elise’s entrance. She might as well have stepped out of an American Eagle ad. Her long, dirty-blonde hair hung down both sides of her sun-freckled cheeks. She wore what looked like a red bikini, but had a white, semi-transparent covering over it. Still, the covering did nothing to hide her tanned, toned legs. 

Andy stood up a bit straighter in the foyer. She was a couple of inches taller than him, and he didn’t need to make their height difference any more obvious than it already was. 

She smiled, cheeks dimpling. “Hey, girl,” she said to Bri. “Hope you’re ready to catch me up on all the gossip about June and Olivia. I heard something about a fistfight at Target?” 

Bri laughed. “Oh my god. You have no idea. I’ll bring you up to speed on all that and the situation with Danny and my cousin. It’s ridiculous.” 

“Can’t wait,” Elise said. “Let’s just swing by the kitchen on the way—I picked up some of those watermelon seltzers you love.” 

“Hell yeah,” Bri said. 

Elise turned her eyes on Jason and Andy. “Hi, boys. Thanks for coming over.” Her tone had changed to something syrupy-sweet—the kind of voice you’d use for an adorable golden retriever puppy you met at the park. 

“Hi,” Jason said, giving her an awkward wave. 

“Hi, Elise. Good to see you,” Andy said. He cleared his throat. “Hope you’ve been doing well.”

Elise giggled and cocked an eyebrow in Bri’s direction.

Bri sighed. “He’s been acting like this lately. All…formal. Weird.” 

Andy’s fists clenched at his side. Like a grown man and not a toddler, you mean?

Elise reached out, her slender wrist covered in a henna tattoo, and smoothed his hair out. “That’s cute.”

“If you say so,” Bri said. 

“Now, you boys know the rule for this house—I know it’s the same in your homes,” Elise said. She held out her hand.  

Jason was already stripping off his shorts, exposing his sagging diaper. He handed them over to Elise. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said. She turned her gaze on him. “Andy? Do you need help getting your pants off? I’m sure you must be pretty sweaty—it’s way too hot to be in jeans, ya silly billy.”

Her smile was wide, her eyes twinkling. She knew he’d comply. She was certain of it. But he wanted to meet Derek like a peer. Or at least someone who wanted to be a peer. Not just another diaperboy waddling around, doing whatever he was told. 

“Come on,” Elise said. “Then we can all go get in the pool. That sounds good, doesn’t it?” 

“Yup!” Jason announced. “I’m gonna go on that slide!”

“Actually,” Andy said. “I’m here to meet with Derek.” 

Elise grimaced. “Derek?” 

Bri groaned. “I know. He won’t stop talking about it. I figured he’d give up on it once we got here and he saw the pool, but…” She shrugged. 

Elise shook her head. “You don’t want to hang out with my icky brother. Come and play in the pool. When Mom heard you boys were coming over, she bought two adorable new swim diapers you’re gonna love. One has sea otters on it, and the other has sharks. First one to the pool gets their pick.”

“I call sharks!” Jason said. 

Did she actually think a swim diaper was tempting? 

Andy shook his head. “I really need help with my essay. It’s for a scholarship.” 

“I can help you with that after we go swimming,” Elise said. “Bri will tell you—I’m a great writer and a gentle editor.” She leaned in close. Close enough he could smell the sunscreen on her skin. Her bubble-gum breath touched his face. “We have popsicles. And a whole bucket of pool toys. It’ll be so. Much. Fun.” 

An image of Elise lounging in her bikini, licking a popsicle popped into his head. Maybe she’d need to rub more sunscreen into her skin. He could offer to help. Maybe—

No. 

No. He needed to focus. “Thanks. Maybe if there’s time after I go over stuff with Derek.” 

Elise stood up straight again and shrugged. “Suit yourself. As long as that’s okay with Bri?” 

Bri shrugged. “Whatever.” 

“Alright,” Elise said. She held out her hand. “I’ll still need those pants, though.” 

Andy groaned. But he complied, taking off his sneakers and working his jeans down his legs. He handed them over to Elise, unable to make eye contact with her. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said. She reached out and gently squeezed the front of his diaper. 

His heart immediately beat faster as she compressed the wet padding around his parts. 

Her hand lingered a moment, the diaper crinkling, then she let go. “You’re wet, of course. But I think you can wait until we change you into a swim diaper, unless you want a fresh diapie first?”

“I’m fine,” Andy said, his voice small and hoarse. 

“Alrighty.” Elise pointed down the hallway. “Derek’s room is down there.” She pointed across the living room. He could see a sliver of aquamarine pool out there. “And if you change your mind, we’ll be out there, having fun.”

Don't feel like waiting? Read the next three chapters on Ream today.

[cookie-goodboy]

Some Mommies and Daddies still let their regressed little ones cum...

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

After all , all the parenting blogs say so....

[mads-the-dog]

The Release

I'm not supposed to look. I know I'm not supposed to look.

I am supposed to be sitting on the floor watching the new shark documentary on my tablet like a good boy.

But how can I not look?

Mommy's dancing around the room in nothing but fishnet tights and a short skirt, getting ready for a night out with her friends. With each movement, her beautiful tits bounce and sway in the corners of my vision.

I can feel my big boy bits growing at even these brief glimpses of my wife's breasts. Despite the infantile, soggy diaper strapped around my waist, I still have the intense desires and needs of the grown man I am.

I can't help myself. I sneak a peek, causing myself to moan a little into my binky as I grow larger, pressing against the soft resistance of the warm, wet padding of my diaper.

That subtle noise draws Mommy's attention.

"Ollie baby? What's wrong... Oh! You're absolutely soaked! Mommy better get you changed before the babysitter gets here!" She coos as she bends down and squeezes the front of my diaper, "Maybe just not wet either."

She shakes her head in disappointment as she takes my hand and, still topless, helps me lay with legs splayed on the bed like an infant awaiting a change.

Her phone rings, and she grabs it with one hand as she untapes my diaper with the other.

"Katie? I know! I'm so excited to..." Her train of thought is interrupted as she pulls back my soggy diaper to reveal my rock hard cock, "Really, Ollie? The babysitter will be here any minute and you are this worked up?"

I can hear my wife's best friend cackling on the other end of the phone. The humiliation of not only being changed by my topless wife, but teased about it by her friend, overwhelms me with both shame and desire. Pre-cum starts to drip off my cock.

"Yeah, I'm just changing little Ollie, and his big boy bits are rock hard. I'll have to take care of this before the babysitter gets here, or he'll be rubbing his diaper on anything he can get is grubby little mitts on! Isn't that right, baby boy?" Mommy cooed as she grabbed my cock and disinterestedly started to stroke me.

I covered my face in shame as my wife teased me, but couldn't help but buck my hips as she continued to sloppily work my shaft up and down.

"Mmmm... Mommy," I moaned into my binky as she continued to talk to her best friend about her plans for the night, as if her husband wasn't squirming on the bed, laying on his still wet diaper, as she jerks him off.

"I know, I love that place! Their food is amazing!" Mommy responds to Katie, ignoring me completely.

"Mooommmmy," I moan again.

My wife looks at me, rubs be a little bit faster, and rolls her eyes.

"Yes, that's Ollie. He's such a squirmy little thing tonight, at least he won't embarass me with the babysitter again," she says into the phone as Katie laughs uproariously on the other side, "Come on, baby! Mommy still has to get ready."

I can feel my heartbeat in my cheeks and my cock. The disinterest, the teasing, the dismissal, it's all so embarrassing and so fucking hot.

"Moooommmmmyyyyy!!!" I scream out, spitting out my binky as warm cum explodes over my wife's hand.

She releases me and grimaces.

"Someone was saving all his big boy juices for Mommy, wasn't he?"

I can't respond to her jibe. I don't even try to make out what Katie is saying on the other end of the phone. I melt into the bed, letting my muscles go completely slack as my topless wife wipes my cum off of her hand with the inside of my fresh diaper and changes me into it, never dropping the phone pressed to her ear the whole time.

I lay on the bed as the fresh diaper is taped onto me, and Mommy proceeds to continue getting ready for her night out.

My brain buzzes with the fact that this release, from my wife's disinterest, distracted hand job, is the best I've had in months and may be the best I ever expect to have again.

[ameliemommy]

Welcome to Your New Life

You will wear diapers full-time.

No "ifs," no "ands," no "buts." This isn’t a negotiation. This isn’t a phase. This is your reality now, and the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for both of us. You don’t get to argue, to bargain, or to pretend this is temporary. It isn’t. You’re here because you need to be here. Because you’ve proven, time and time again, that you can’t be trusted to manage even the simplest parts of your own life.

So let’s start with the basics.

You no longer wear “grown-up” underwear. Those days are over. No more briefs, no more boxers, no more pretending you’re something you’re not. From now on, your bottom is wrapped in thick, crinkly diapers, diapers that will hold everything you can’t. And you will fill them. You’ll wet them when you’re nervous, when you’re excited, when you’re just sitting there, squirming in your seat because you’ve forgotten how to do anything else. You’ll mess them when you’re overwhelmed, when you’re tired, when you’ve had too much to eat and your body decides for you. And you won’t ask. You won’t dare to ask. Because good boys don’t ask. Good boys let their caregivers handle it.

And you? You’re not a good boy yet. But you will be.

You are not trusted to manage your bathroom needs. That’s why you’re in diapers. That’s why, when you shift in your seat, when you clench your thighs together, when you whimper because you feel it coming and you know you can’t stop it, no one will rush to help you. You’ll sit there, your face burning, your diaper swelling, and you’ll learn. You’ll learn that resistance is useless. That your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. It belongs to us. To the people who know what’s best for you.

You are not trusted to regulate your emotions, either. When you pout, when you cross your arms and try to look defiant, when you stomp your foot like a child throwing a tantrum, we’ll just laugh. Because that’s what you are. A child. A little boy who doesn’t know how to behave, who needs firm hands to guide him, to remind him of his place. And when you cry? Oh, you’ll cry. You’ll cry when you’re frustrated, when you’re embarrassed, when you realize just how small you’ve become. But no one will comfort you. Not the way you want. Instead, you’ll get a pacifier pressed between your lips, a bottle shoved into your hands, a firm voice telling you to settle down. And you will. Because you have no other choice.

You function best when someone else is fully in control. That’s the truth you’ve been running from. You like it when decisions are made for you. When you don’t have to think, to worry, to try. When you can just… let go. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do here. You’ll let go of your pride, your dignity, your silly little delusions of independence. You’ll let us dress you, feed you, clean you up when you’ve made a mess of yourself. You’ll let us decide when you eat, when you nap, when you’re allowed to speak. And you’ll be better for it. Happier. Because deep down, you’ve always known this is what you needed. Someone to take the reins. Someone to remind you, every single day, that you’re not in charge anymore.

You will be changed, fed, dressed, and quieted as needed. Not as requested. Not when you beg. Not when you think you’ve earned it. When we decide it’s time. When we say you’ve been good enough, or when we simply feel like it. You’ll lie on the changing table, your legs kicking uselessly as we wipe you clean, as we powder your skin, as we slide a fresh diaper beneath you and tape it snugly around your waist. And you’ll stay still. You’ll take it. Because that’s what good boys do.

And humiliation? Oh, sweet, naive thing. Humiliation isn’t a punishment here. It’s a reminder. A reminder of who you are. Of why you’re wrapped in plastic and tape, why you’re drinking from a sippy cup, why you’re sitting in a high chair while the world moves on without you. It’s a reminder that you don’t get to be ashamed. You don’t get to be anything but what we say you are. And what we say you are is this: a baby. A little boy who needs to be taken care of. Who wants to be taken care of, even if he won’t admit it yet.

So here’s your first lesson: Stop fighting it.

The diaper between your legs isn’t going anywhere. The bottle in your hands isn’t a suggestion. The way the other boys look at you, the way the caregivers smile when you squirm, the way your own body betrays you again and again, none of it is an accident. It’s design. And you? You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Now. Are you ready to be a good boy?

[daddy-j-and-baby-don-deactivate]

Enema training part 3 You can see the diapie slowly fill up, tee hee hee…

[thelittlestpainter]

Its another messy Monday! I could barely hold this enema in. 🫣😅

[diaperslutsblog]

I love it it when Big Brother gives me a extra large enema. Cause I know I'll have a bath then Big Brother gonna use my boi pussy and fill it up with his sweet creamy load

[paddeddweeb]

Anyone wanna embarrass me in my DMs 😅

[daddys-little-mutt]

My happy place

Sitting on my heels, my knees slightly tucked under his chair. The clinking of the ice inside the whiskey glass I prepared for Him has He pulls it back from his mouth after taking a sip. The smell of the cigar, freshly lit. It's been a long day, for both of us.

The cold air embraces my naked form, the wooden floor holds the weight of the long day as I wait for the sound of His sweet voice to beckon me.

I can't help but smile about Him. Part of me feels like I should be looking down in patient reverence, another part of me just wants to stare at my prize, but the real reward is in those eyes as they look on acknowledging my patience. My willingness.

He nods. I hate when He nods. It means I'm free to do what I want. It means he wants me to show Him my dedication without any instruction. What I want feels so boring compared to what I feel would please Him.

I lean forward, pressing my face between His legs, nuzzling over His pants. I hear a slow pleasured exhale in response. The fabric is dense but soft. With my inhale I find my Masters scent. With my nose I find his manhood, the best I can over His suit pants, pull taught in the way that He has made room for me. I breathe in. I exhale shakily. I miss feeling the weight against my nose.

I opened my eyes to look up at Him. No question leaves my lips. He nods. My paws reach up to His belt loosing. I fumble with the button and pull down the fly. I know I don't have to, but I look back up for permission again. He nods with a patient smile, basking in my reverent hesitation.

I ease the loose fabric away. Black satin greets me, and I great it with my nose, or, I attempt to. I feel my Masters hand grip my chin and pull my gaze up. I see the playful smirk and I absolutely melt. He makes the rules and I must obey.

"Please, Daddy." I ask softly.

"Please what, puppy?" He replies with a warm low voice.

"Please my I breath You in?" I begin. "May I feel Your weight against my face? May I press into my happy place where life itself steps away so it can only be you and I?"

I struggle to articulate to this level, in these moments. In hindsight it was likely because of just how badly I needed it and how real it felt, how close.

I feel my chin be lifted only a few degrees more has He brings his lips to meet mine for the sweetest most tender moment before sitting back in his chair.

"Yes, puppy. That was beautifully worded, Princess. Enjoy your happy place and get lost in the you and I."

If it wasn't for the command I would have hesitated. I would have sat in that moment and enjoyed the beautiful tension left in the room. But I was told to do something.

I lean in once again, letting my full weight rest between His thigh and Manhood, a gentle wiggle until I feel the seam in His body press against my nose. I breathe in slowly. The welcome weight of His hand falls on the top of my head, gently petting me.

I'm home.

[babypudge]

It's only 9am, but the adults already have you out in the backyard, prep'd and ready for a full day of "working the grill" for the annual 4th of July block party - aka sheepishly offering the whole neighborhood plastic hotdogs and hamburgers they'll mockingly mime eating for 3 seconds before handing them back and walking off in hysterics.

After liberally applying Coppertone WaterBabies sunscreen to every inch of your exposed skin, Papa checks his phone and happily lets you know it's forecasted to be over 90 degrees today - officially "too hot for shorts" according to the 'Daddy Weather Association.'

"C'mon sport, you know the rules, hand 'em over..."

Oh well, at least the grownups were too busy to come up with something more humiliating this year.

All the same, you're pretty positive there'll be a repeat performance of last 4th's "I'm a Yankee Diaper Dandy" song & dance routine required after naptime - not to mention the sequined stars-and-stripes jumpsuit, top hat and bow-tie that goes with it.

Hopefully you still have all the choreography memorized, you know how Daddy deals with forgetful boys...

[add2mac]

[diaperednerd-blog]

Jacob waited for as long as he could, but by 1PM he was starving and had to leave his bedroom.  He pulled his hoodie down as far as he could and walked into the kitchen, but they were waiting for him.  His roommates sat expectantly at the kitchen bar while a woman stood near the stove heating some food.

“Morning bro, how did those new diapers we bought you turn out?” Jacob’s roommate Mark asked.

“Fine” Jacob mumbled. “Could I please get some pants?”

Mark smiled.  ”You know the rule little guy, diapers until you get rent paid, and diaper boys don’t need pants inside, do they?”

The woman finally chimed in. “I can’t believe you really did that to him. I thought you were joking!” She sounded much more excited than sympathetic.

“Well little Jakey here hasn’t paid rent in two months, and like I told you as punishment we took all his pants and underwear and put him back in diapers.  As soon as he’s caught up we’ll give him his clothes back.”

Jacob finally jumped in. “But I lost my job!  I gave you all the savings I had and I told you I’d find a new place!  Besides, how will I ever break even if you keep buying these expensive diapers you make me pay you back for!”

“Which reminds me Jakey!  I bought you some new diapers called Fabines.  They were really pricey but the reviews said they were great!  Let’s get you all nice and dry, hm?”

[cookie-goodboy]

Daddy had brought over a new 'gentleman friend' and they were making out on the couch.

You were jealous, so you hatched the best plan your little toddlerized brain could cook up.

You grunted, and strained and pushed.

"Daddy!!! I poooooped !!" you whined.

That'll get attention....

Your plan quickly backfired, when Daddy declared "It seems they're fussy, I'll put them down for a nap and we can watch 'real' movie in bed 😉"

"Wait, no ..." you whined in a panic

You weren't going to be changed this time...Daddy just tugged up a pair of plastic pants around your diaper, strapped your pacifier in and dumped you in the crib.

As he pulled the blinds and dimmed the lights, He gave you 'the look' which said on no uncertain terms that he expected you to remain quiet and not disturb him.

This did NOT go according to plan 😤

[wintertraumaposting]

Nice chastity cage, nerd. Did your mommy pick it out for you?

[pupwindelcrinklewuff]

N-no... my daddy did...

[growingbabyboi]

Tiny nub, looking silly and babyish, and lots of plushy time make for one happy baby cuck!

[sissybabysky]

Who want a diaper task/dare. Reblog i will give you one.

[j-texasdl]

I do!

[littlelockedotterbox]

I’ll have some free time tonight or tomorrow so, sure

[dom-md88]

Me!!!

[halloxoxo]

I want some task

[pupwindelcrinklewuff]

Sure! Why not!

[beanblogsabit]

"Oh no sweetie! You don't have a cock! You have... well... something..." *head pats* "But that something is only good for filling your pampers."

"Now do me a favor and go fetch my harness. You need to be ready for a real cock soon and I got to get your pretty little hole trained for it!"