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[keptinblazers]

A Necessary Reminder

This week I’d become sloppy with reporting my school uniform outings to my Big Brother. He wasn’t impressed.

His message was clear: I needed a full day in nappies and uniform to remind me of my proper place.

I started with a thick disposable adult nappy, quietly grateful it wasn’t cloth.

Over it I pulled a pair of white crinkly plastic pants that bloomed noticeably around my hips. The loud plastic rustling with every movement made my stomach drop. I then dressed in my usual school shirt and tie, grey knee socks pulled up with garters, and smart black T-bar shoes.

I tried on three different pairs of shorts. Only one fitted over the bulky nappy, and even then the shape was obviously swollen and unnatural. With my heart racing, I pulled on my green school jumper and stepped outside.

The plastic pants crinkled loudly with every step. The padded bulk between my legs forced me into a slight waddle, and the distorted shape of the shorts made the nappy impossible to hide.

I walked to the shops to buy a healthy lunch, painfully aware of the noisy crinkle and the way people glanced at my oddly shaped lower half.

After that I sat in the park to eat, feeling every bit the oversized junior I was supposed to be.

On the waddle home, already wet and deeply humiliated, the reality sank in. This was my reminder. I dread the day Big Brother makes me wear bulky traditional cloth nappies instead.

For now, I’m just a junior who needs to do better.

[thedominantdaddy]

What I'm Looking For

So today, partly due to a message or two in my inbox and partly just because I've been wanting to put this into words for awhile now, I think I'm going to take a long overdue stab at laying out just what it is exactly that I'm looking for (to the best of my current ability) and, who knows, maybe putting it out there into the universe to manifest.

I'm not just looking for a little fun and games here. I'm looking for a real relationship, a daddy/son ABDL relationship.

Ultimately, I want a boy I can diaper 24/7 and baby at home. There will of course be discretion and practicality involved when it comes to public, work, friends and family, etc. But the dynamic will be one of daddy and baby even when we have to tone it down.

If you think that's for you, well, think and ask yourself if you really want that kind of power exchange on a near permanent basis. This, for me, is very much a lifestyle and a strong part of my makeup, even if I do tone in way down in public and exercise discretion. What I'd be going for here is a very real dynamic. (With a negotiable amount of sexual fun.)

That said, everything I want and am interested in is safe, sane, and consensual. I want a healthy relationship that makes us happy. There's life beyond it too-friends and family, careers and other life goals. The idea is not to take all that away from someone and make them a baby, but to complement it all and give that life to someone who wants it as bad as I do from the other side.

Ultimately, I want someone who wants to do this with me not just because I can fit into the daddy niche for them. There's a difference between being needed and wanted. I want to be wanted as a person too. I want to give my love to some special little guy and have it returned.

I've mentioned before having a type and having wrestled with that a bit. I genuinely try to be open to having a relationship with just about anyone (I am a gay man, hence the "just about" part). But if I'm being honest, guys that are a bit younger than me (I'm 37), shorter and skinnier, with boyish good looks really do hit my buttons-can't deny that. Again though, I try to make that secondary and open myself up to see just who all I might click with.

Ultimately, I want to give my little guy all the special things any of us in this community have ever dreamed of. A nursery with a crib, a high chair, lots of toys and cute outfits, a play pen and then some. I want to watch cartoons with him and snuggle on lazy days. Take him to the zoo and on vacation. And yeah, I want to be able to have a conversation with him and do some adult things too, even if I do have to stop and check his diaper in the middle of them.

Anyway, that's just kind of my dream. Maybe one day I'll see it realized.

[diaperdude29]

He's so embarrassed, and he's trying to cover up his diaper. For some reason, he's having trouble hiding it. I guess everyone is going to know what a big baby he still is.

[somelittleboysgirls]

His mommy knows little diaper boys need their beauty sleep.

[talesfromthenursery]

Jesse could hear the neighborhood kids playing outside, he wished he could join them. Even though they were little kids, he wished he could at least be treated like a little kid instead of how we was treated now. When his “Daddy” picked him up from the one college course he went to each day he would have to go down for a nap like a toddler. He sulked and pouted but Daddy said that meant he was tired and really needed a nap. Jesse didn’t want a nap. He wanted to be treated his age not like a toddler. He wanted to wear boxers like he saw the other boys at college had when their pants would sag not the pull-ups “Daddy” made him wear in case he had an accident. He wanted to dress himself and take a shower himself not have “Daddy” dress and undress him and scrub him clean each night in a bubble bath. Most of all Jesse didn’t want to wear diapers when he was at home, they were the most humiliating part. Jesse had made progress though and “Daddy” promised him that if he continued to be a good little toddler and work on his potty training he might get to wear underoos during the day and pull-ups at night. Jesse thought back on how grown up he’d felt to be starting college last year until it all fell apart.

After one accident when Jesse came home from his first college party his landlord spanked him until he was bawling his eyes out then laid out the new rules. It started with plain white pharmacy brand diapers at night and an earlier bed time. Jesse was also subjected to increasingly more frequent spankings for being “naughty” like when he wouldn’t put his clothes in the hamper or forgetting to brush his teeth. After each spanking, he lost more of his adult privileges. Since he couldn’t put his clothes in the hamper he wasn’t allowed to dress or undress himself. When forgot to shower one morning he was put into a bubble bath after dinner. During the bath, all of his body hair below his neck was removed. Jesse was told he could have it back when he learned to keep himself clean but he was never given a chance to prove he could. He also wasn’t given a chance to prove he could stay dry at night because he had to wear the plain pull on diapers as soon as his bath was over and until it was time to get up in the morning. “Daddy” kept a chart on the wall above Jesse’s bed and marked each day with a wet or dry sticker. Each wet sticker earned Jesse a spanking that only stopped when he was sobbing and promising to be a big boy.

When the first pack of store brand diapers was gone Jesse was put into diapers that had to be taped on each night with cute pictures on the front. Jesse had to wear these all the time when he was home and never allowed to wear pants. When it got colder he was also allowed to wear a onesie or other babyish clothing that made it easy for “Daddy” to change him. Before going to class, he would be changed in to a colorful pull up with cartoon characters on it. Jesse was told not to try and use the toilets on campus or he would be punished. A few times a week he would come home with a soaking wet pull-up. “Daddy” would change him into a double layered diapers that would last until bath time then put him down for a nap. Soon enough “Daddy” started putting Jesse into a playpen to watch cartoons after his nap. He would stay in the playpen until “Daddy” stripped him down to his diaper and put him in his high chair for dinner. Dinner was always messy foods that Jesse had to eat with his hands making him look and feel even more like a toddler. He would also spend most of the weekend sitting in his playpen watching Nick Jr or Disney Jr. Sometimes “Daddy” would have friends over and they would treat Jesse like a little toddler not like a college-aged boy.

After the last day of the Spring Semester when “Daddy” brought Jesse into his room there was a large crib where his bed had been and a changing table over to the side. “Daddy” said that since Jesse had the Summer off from classes he would be kept in his double layer baby diapers all day and night. If he was a good baby all Summer and kept dry at night “Daddy” would let him take classes again in the Fall, if not Jesse would have to wait a whole year to try again. Jesse immediately tried to pull away from “Daddy” put it was too late. His pants and wet pull-up were taken down and “Daddy” spanked him harder than he ever had before. It seems to go on forever until Jesse was a sobbing mess with no fight left. “Daddy” calmly pulled the rest of Jesse’s clothes off and laid him down on the changing table. Baby powder and lotion were liberally applied so Jesse smelled as infantile as possible. After the double layer of diapers thick plastic pants were pulled on. Jesse was let down from the changing table and had to waddle over to his crib. “Daddy” tucked him in for his nap and popped a pacifier in his mouth to keep him quiet.

As Jesse continue to hear the little kids outside as he napped after his classes he was happy he wasn’t treated like a complete baby anymore like he’d been during the Summer but he still seemed so unfair. He was in college and he was being treated like a little boy who needed a nap after nursery school. Hopefully he could stay dry and do good with his potty training to get some boy boy privileges back. What he didn’t know was that “Daddy” had no intention of letting that happen. Just like he’d caused Jesse’s initial wetting accident he would keep finding new ways and reasons to keep Jesse in diapers for a long, long time. [This isn’t a promise of a permanent return, if the creative juices flow I’ll write a cute story. If not I won’t. As always if you see a picture that you want taken down please contact me directly and I will remove it.]

[lilboychamp-deactivated20221030]

If you were my baby...

Oh, you poor soul.  You once were a man but now you have fallen into the clutches of baby Champ.  First I make you strip off all your clothes.  I cut them up with scissors as you watch and throw them in the trash because you won’t be needing these big boys  clothes anymore.  I take you over to the couch and lay you across my lap, giving you a nice hard spanking for trying to act older than you are.  Boys should know better than to try and play grown up.  You’re not fooling anyone.  You yelp and jerk, but no matter how you struggle, you can’t get away from Daddy’s grip.  As I spank you, I stop every once in a while to feel your bubble butt, and tease your hole with my circling fingers. By the time I am finished with you you are in quite a state.  Stiff, dripping, red faced, and blubbering like a baby.  But it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.  I soothe your sore butt with some baby lotion, and lay you on the changing table.  You know better than to object to the thick cartoon print diaper I present for your inspection.  Get to know it well, this is going to be very close to you from now on.  I take a moment to let that sink in, and When I’m satisfied that you are fully aware of your situation, I come around to the foot of the table, and lift your legs, sliding the diaper beneath your little bum.  I hand you a teddy to play with while I oil, powder and secure the thick, snug diaper around your waist.  What’s that?  You didn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom before coming here?  Silly boy, you didn’t think you were going to be using MY bathroom, did you?  Oh no, bathrooms are for big boys.  You’ll be using your diaper for everything from now on.  

I can see you squirming so I decide to help you along in your predicament.  All diapered up, I sit you up, stick my hands under your armpits and gently lower you down to the floor again.  I instruct you to stay there as I prepare your bottle.  With an adult sized bottle of warm milk, I bring you to the couch once more and have you lay your head in my lap.  I put the nipple up to your mouth.  At first you’re reluctant to take it in, but a quick smack on the thigh stops that and you open up.  This is a large bottle and you feel your belly swelling up as it fills with sweet milk, but you don’t dare stop sucking.  It’s only when I bring you a second bottle that you really start to get worried.  Meanwhile, the pressure of your bladder is reaching unbearable levels.  You try crossing your legs, you squirm and moan, but it’s no use.  You finally let go of all that pee, flooding your diapers.  You pee so much you’re sure they’re going to leak all over.  They hold it all in, however, and you feel the warmth surround your crotch as the diaper swells and presses itself tighter to your skin.  What a good boy!

But Daddy wants you to have more fun in your diaper.  He wants you to use it in every way possible.  He makes you finish the bottle and then hugs you tight and pats your back until you burp.  Surprised, you begin to blush again.  Daddy releases you and goes over to pat the changing table.  You happily hop up, thinking you’re going to get a change, and lie down expectantly.  Daddy hands you the bear again, and untapes your diaper.  He tells you to close your eyes and you obey.  You think you can here tearing of some sort, but you can’t tell what it might be.  Suddenly your eyes shoot open as you feel something pressing into your hole.  Ah ah ah, keep them closed now.  A finger is inserted deep into your rectum, and then withdrawn, and you are taped back up.  Poor little baby.  You’re going to have to stay in these soggy diapers a little longer.  At least you are given a break from all that milk.  Your belly is still distended and you seem to be wetting every few minutes as you lie again with your head in Daddy’s lap, and he caresses your tummy, your face, gives you little tickles and tells you what a cute boy you are.  But something is wrong.  After a while, you feel a gurgle in your tummy, and then a strong urge to poop.  Panicked, you try to sit up, but Daddy just shushes you, telling you everything is going to be okay.  No, you say.  You have to poo.  You beg to use the potty but Daddy is firm.  He holds you tight as you squirm and cry, but the suppository works fast, and the urges grow and grow, and just as you succeed in holding back a messy accident, a new wave of urgency hits you.  You kick and buck as Daddy holds you tight in his arms, and a loud fart escapes, along with a hot rush of poop.  Again and again you are wracked by spasms as yet more poo runs out of your butt into the waiting diaper, and the smell of it quickly fills the room.  You are so embarrassed.  So ashamed.  You’ve never messed your pants before, certainly not in the presence of another person.  What a babyish thing to do.  You are sobbing.  You can’t help it.  But Daddy hugs you and dries your tears and tells you everything is all right until finally you stop.  You are all cried out, and all pooped out, and daddy carries his exhausted little boy back to the table for his changing.  

In spite of everything, you actually feel a lot better once you are in a clean diaper.  Daddy even puts a cute onesie on you with dinosaur prints, and tickles you when you try to pout.  In fact, to your surprise, you are once again rock hard, and your penis strains against your diaper painfully.  You reach down to adjust it but I smack your hand away.  Baby is not to touch his diapers or pee pee ever.  That’s Daddy’s territory.  And Daddy will decide what baby does in his diaper and when it comes off.  If you’re a good boy, Daddy will let you have cummies in your diaper.  You decide to try your best to be a good boy.  

For every meal, Daddy straps you in your high chair and spoon feeds you lots of icky baby food, making funny airplane noises as he brings it to your mouth.  At the end of every meal you are a mess, with your tummy pudging out from mush and milk, and lots of baby food on your face and bib.  Daddy wipes you up and burps you, and sets you down for a nap while you digest.  Before long, you are used to pooping and wetting in your diaper, and Daddy doesn’t even have to restrain you to keep you from trying to rush to the bathroom.  You miss your big boy pants but you know those are a thing of the past.  Daddy has made very clear that diapers are your one and only choice of clothing below the waist from now on.  Though if you’re good, he may let you wear some shorts or shortalls.  

No matter how much you complain, all of this turns you on immensely, and every time he is out of sight, you try to touch your diaper.  The padding is so thick you can hardly get any friction against your penis and Daddy always catches you before you can cum and gives you another spanking.  It’s like he just knows, but who knows how he knows.  Sometimes, he takes out his wiener and humps the front of your diaper, splattering his baby batter over the colorful front panel and even up to your chest at times.  You find this very hot, but you’re frustrated that you can’t come as well.  On the third day, Daddy finally says you can have cummies in your diapers, and you eagerly reach for the tapes when he smacks your hand away again.  Babies have to come in their diapers, Daddy explains.  Babies do everything in their diapers.  He begins to rub your diapered crotch, pressing through the thick layer of soggy padding with his strong Daddy hands.  You moan and buck, and he shushes you some more, telling you to relax and let it happen. You can feel it building, your orgasm finally coming.  And Daddy is making it come.  You feel hotter and hotter, your heart races.  You moan and buck and try not to scream as your penis feels like it’s on fire.  You’ve never been this close to the edge for so long, and you try to hump his hands to bring yourself over.  That’s right, he says, hump Daddy’s hand.  Show him how much you love to cum in your diapers.  And you do… you buck and squeal clinging tightly to Daddy’s arm until finally, it happens.  You cry out as the diaper tears the orgasm from your body, and wave after wave splatters into the diaper, shooting clear across the inside to warm up your butt cheeks.  A puddle of cum piles up there, spreading from your ass cheeks to your taint, and you fall back, drained.  Daddy tells you what a good boy you are and hugs you again.  You begin to suck your thumb and drift off to sleep as Daddy carries you over to the change table for your next diaper…

-Champ

[diaperboysplaypen-deactivated20]

Disobedient Son

You heard me and didn’t obey Max! Now you have to wear diaper 24/7 until I decide you’ve been a good boy and learned your lesson.

Oh, yes! You will use your diapers both ways. I have already sent a package along with supplies to your teacher when you need a change at school.

Of course I told your teacher. Might as well, since you will be in diapers 24/7. You should get to telling your friends before I do because, one way or another everyone will know that you are a naughty baby boy.

[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?

[thediaperboy1213-deactivated201]

This is my diaper friend… Isn’t he the cutest baby boy

[leosparkle2]

He better hurry with that change 'cause this bottle is getting harder to handle 🥺

[abyamboy]

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

If your little is into free use but you want to evoke some more complex than just feeling used. Here are some ideas that I think could be exciting:

- Every little loves when you acknowledge and talk to their stuffies. Use that to your advantage, make a conscious effort to ask their stuffies for consent whenever you touch them "Hey Mr. Bear, can I move you to the other side of the couch" "Professor Hoot, I am going to give you hug". This will teach your little one that they are lower than an object. You ask consent to move stuffed animals but you just grope and play with them however you like.

- Whenever your little wears adult clothes, make sure you can't keep your hands off them. Tell them "I can't believe how much you've grown" or "I'm going to teach you how adults will treat someone dressed like this" it may be hot to them at first but eventually they will probably resign to wearing little clothes whenever they don't want to be bothered. This is how they belong.

- Buy your little a free use stuffie. Get them a bear that whenever they are holding it you are allowed to grope them and play with their bodies. Hand them the bear and immediately get handsy to reinforce this idea. Not only is it a great way to communicate consent without having expectations that a negotiation can provide, making it more "free use". But it also means that they will be their horniest when they are carrying around a bear like a child, or tease them when their eyes light up in excitement when you hand it to them. "Awww kiddo, you love your special stuffed animal don't you? How cute"

- if you're like me, a diaper change has a routine to it, it's always in the same spot, and engaged in the same way. But I suggest every once in a while just changing your little exactly where they are. Playing video games on the floor? Flip them around and change them right there. After dinner? Have them clear the table and then change them on it. This will give them the feeling that they can be exposed and controlled at any time and at any place. They do not get to choose what happens with their body or who it gets shown to.

[adultbabystories]

Fly to Other Planets

“Why aren’t you asleep already?” Daddy asked as he stood above your crib’s railings.

He sort of caught you by surprise. You weren’t paying much attention. Your attention was focused on the mobile above you, shaped like the solar system. Your thoughts wandered about other planets.

“I don’t know, Daddy. Just thinking,” you answered.

You felt so at peace in your crib. The bars were high, and the solar system mobile even higher. You could escape if you wanted to, but why would you?

“Take Barney the bunny.” Daddy took your stuffed bunny from your feet and into your chest.

“Barney will come to space with me,” you said.

“Of course he is. But you need to go to sleep because my friends are coming over and I don’t want to take care of a baby while they are here,” he said as he was searching for your pacifier under the pillow.

“Here,” he forced it into your mouth, “calm down and go to sleep. If I see you awake next time, I’ll tire you up another way”.

Daddy left the room. The nightlight shone on the solar system. It was spinning.

You held Barney, sucked on your paci, and looked up. You were so relaxed, you wet yourself almost without realizing. It was so great spending time in your crib. Who would ever have thought?

“Are you still up?!” Daddy's voice startled you, “20 minutes had passed, and you are still awake, and my friends are just about to arrive”.

Daddy went for the first drawer under the changing table. He took out the vibrating wand.

You spat your pacifier, “Please Daddy, I don’t want to cum, not again”, you pleaded.

“You don't give me any chance, because I gave you one,” he said as he walked back.

“You made me cum this morning and this afternoon. Please, Daddy, it’s wrecking me cumming so much in a day,” you begged.

“That’s the point boy, you’ll be tired at no time and fall asleep like a log. I can’t have you crying during the game,” he said and switched on the wand.

Daddy grabbed the pacifier and forced it again to your mouth. You knew not to spit it out, because one of the rules of the house is to always have your paci while cumming.

“No no,” you whined through the pacifier.

Daddy put the wand to its maximum vibration and pressed it onto the front of your damp diaper. You wiggled in your place, knowing not to move, because resetting too much to Daddy could cost you a spanking, and you were afraid he might do it in front of his friends.

Your peepee grew hard.

You wiggled and jiggled in your crib. Sucking a paci, holding Barney, as another man was making you cum in your wet diaper.

Your pee grew harder.

Not by penetrating or being penetrated. Not by sex. Without sexual desire or romantic one. Against your will and choice.

Your pee grew harder and was on the edge.

Making you cum, so you, the baby, will go to sleep, and the men can watch the game quietly. They don’t want to deal with you tonight, and they don’t want to deal with the baby tonight. It’s the men’s time.

“Daddy noooooo” you became so beat, the paci fell from your mouth.

You climaxed in your diaper. Shots of thin watery substance just disappeared in your diaper. Absorbed like it was nothing, the nothing that your seed really was.

“Shhh shhh shhh, my baby boy. That’s it, let it all out,” he said and gave you the pacifier yet again, but this time you took it back peacefully. Then he turned off the wand.

“Now when there's no more strength in you for tonight, now you can finally fall asleep. See you tomorrow baby,” Daddy said and left the room, leaving a crack in the door.

You fought to stay awake. The solar system became blurry. You and Barny will fly to other planets next time. Your eyes were shutting down. You began to think about how you are forced to do many things, but you became so tired, you fell asleep mid-thought.

[adultbabystories]

Isn’t it just nice? Just doing what you are told? Being that docile, that submissive? Not a care in the world, just being taken care of. 

You are told to go to bed, and you already know the drill. You stop doing whatever you were doing and go to the bedroom, about to get changed into your fresh night diaper.

As you walk, you sense the diaper you are wearing is much damper than you remembered. Did you wet it again? Did you even notice anymore? It doesn’t matter, you are going to get thickly padded to bed anyway.

You try to remember the last time you went to bed without a diaper, and just couldn’t. Your bedtime routine became so dominant in your life.

Being told to go to bed. Lying in bed in a wet diaper. Getting changed by firm hands. Handled around like you weigh nothing.

Dry, powdered padding, pressing on your most private parts. A pacifier popped into your mouth. The nightlight turns on, the lights are off, and the door is shut. Then, in no time, you are asleep.

Sometimes, when it’s not too late, and Daddy is still up and has a long day, he will come in, flip you onto your stomach, tape your diaper off, and do what he likes. Daddy is destressing before bed, which helps him sleep better.  When he is done, he will tape the diaper back on and make sure you have your pacifier so you can fall back to sleep soon enough.

It’s a good thing you have your diaper on. Not only will you wet in your sleep, but in the morning, the back of your diaper and butt will feel sticky.

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@jannii93 is getting ready to bed.

[adultbabystories]

You found yourself in that dark room, again, for the third night in a row. It’s been the third day since you got to the man’s house. The man who told you about his need for total control, primal control. The man who got you so interested, you decided to meet him at his house.

Toys? Diapers? PJs? A nursery? A crib?

He wanted to be a daddy, a dad, a father, a strict father. He wanted to discipline a grown man into submission. Discipline so intense, you’ll wet yourself from the fear of not obeying. You’ll need a pacifier to calm yourself down. In front of him, you’ll be broken. 

You agreed to get into the crib, and now it’s your third night. If time with your new father was intense, your crib time was the subdued time. After being punished, spanked, scolded, and broken down, crib time was when everything went quiet, the lights were shut off, and only the small screen came on.

You ignored the screen on the first night. But it got your attention on the second night. On the third night, the screen became your escapement, your tranquility.

The colors were soft, and the voices were soothing. The teddy bears and animals were nice to you. Encouraging you to be a happy baby. When father was degrading, the screen was building.  When your father was hurting your bum cheeks, the voices told you how nice the diaper felt. When your father used your mouth, the dancing bears sang how relaxing your pacifier was.

There was that silly video, “The Wet Boy” song. On the first night, you barely heard it. On the second night, you tried to hold it. On the third, you couldn’t make it, and wet yourself in the middle of the song.

When the sleepy lullaby began, weird shapes appeared on the screen. You curled into a nice position, sucking your pacifier, drifting to sleep.

Father knew that tomorrow, there would not be much to break anymore. Another man will be reduced to a baby by the special program he invented. 

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@dprboy4daddy is getting ready for another dark night.

[adultbabystories]

It took the boy a lot of training, but daddy had finally got him there.

When daddy first spanked him, he struggled and tried to resist, but now he’s going over daddy’s knees when called.

When daddy first diapered him, he cried saying he was a man, but now he’s laying down when he’s told to.

When daddy first forced him to suck on a pacifier, he spat it out, but now he finds the pacifier comforting.

When daddy first fed him his bottle, he hated the taste of the formula, but now when he sees his bib, he knows it’s feeding time for him.

The real challenge for daddy was to make his boy so submissive, that the boy will behave when other men will come to visit.

After many spankings and times out, after many early bedtimes, and after many hours in full soggy and messy diapers, the boy now knows it’s better for him just to accept he is a little boy compared to daddy and his friends.

Today, he knows his place.

Today, he is a baby around men.

Today, he sits on the floor.

A short caption inspired by a photo of the adorable @miamiabdl

[phillydaddyjesse]

This is all true, though I would add that eventually he needed an additional reminder that he wasn’t a man, so he was put in princess diapers with a cute paci, cage, and butt plug.  He needed to be reminded that he was less than a boy.  

He also needed to be left properly restrained in his mitts and extra thick diaper in the corner trying to hold in his enema while daddy had his way with the real men on the bed leaving the boy tied up and forced to watch, paci gag in mouth and all.  His tiny cock was clearly straining against the diaper as he humped the floor watching the real men.

It’s clear to everyone that he’s just a pathetic little diaper boy and not actually a man. 

[miamiabdl]

Subs don’t get to choose when they cum, that’s a decision for daddy to decide.

[miamiabdl]

Daddy made me sit on the floor for coloring time to make sure I didn’t forget about the messy diaper between my legs. I could hear the water running in the kitchen and he came back with my bottle and snapped this embarrassing picture of me deep in little space.