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[tightywhitieluver]

Nathan had just taken a shower in the locker room after practice when he approached his locker to see it wide open and empty Except for a single pair of briefs. Thinking he would just play the game and join the fun he quickly put the briefs on and turned around leaving his towel on the ground. “You guys got me! I put them on. Come have a good laugh so I can change and get going.” His teammates came around the corner laughing and smiling. “Get going? But the fun is about to start!” The captain says as two guys move behind him preventing him from running away. “Since you wear briefs now I want you to imitate the wedgie that you’ll be getting everyday.” He said. “Now that I wear briefs? This is a one time deal dude,” said Nathan. “No it’s not. We’ve already taken pics. This is what you’ll be wearing whenever you’re in the locker room. Only this. That’s how we treat nerds around here. You won’t even get to cover up with a towel.” He said. Nathan turned around to look for his only to find it gone. He really was screwed. He had no clothes or a towel to cover up with. Thinking he’d do it this one time, go home and switch back into his normal clothes he imitated a himself getting a wedgie shown in the picture. “That wasn’t good enough nerd haven’t you gotten lots before? Let me show you!” Said the captain. He went behind Nathan grabbed a handful of his underwear and yanked up. Once in the air the captain carried Nathan to his locker and hooked his briefs on the hook then shut the locker and locked it. His underwear would not rip like this. “There you go dweeb. Catch ya later. Oh and don’t forget we’re hosting a football game tonight for the JV squad and they have to use this locker room. Hopefully they are a tad bit nicer than us. I’d hate for the younger kids to humiliate you too.” And with that he was left hanging by his underwear. The JV squad upped his punishment by pulling him down by his legs, giving him a few swirlies then locking him in the locker naked. It would be a great football season for Nathan. #wedgie #hazing #humiliation #embarrassing #tightywhities #niceundiesbro #football #lockerroom #bros #hangingwedgie

[bossyboys-deactivated20181217]

thepaddedpunk and I recreating this picture by UndieKnights … 

How’d we do?

[fiction-ary2020]

The hypnosis files had worked a treat on Tyler. The former tearaways mind had gone numb from the regression file dad had given him.

Slowly but surely Tyler started to regress back from his nineteen year old self into toddlerhood. Gone were his memories of being a mechanic, his girlfriend and his friends.

His CK underwear has since been replaced by diapers and the only link he now has to working as a mechanic, are the vehicles pictured on his onesie.

Daddy no longer tolerates Tyler’s misbehaviour and he often finds himself being spanked or in timeout.

[pietroindiapers]

[stlcub87]

Zach slowly began waking up. His head was pounding with a dull pain as he tried to remember where he was. He was a plumber for his father’s company, and the last thing he could recall he was on a call at an older gentleman’s home out in the mountainous back country. He was finishing up a job, bent over his bag looking for the proper wrench to fix a leaky pipe. Then everything just kind of went blank until now.

His eyes squinted as his head moved around trying to examine his situation. He was laying belly down on a comfortable mattress with a plush blanket underneath him. He was surrounded by white metal bars, almost like a cage but without a top. There was a weird box in front of him, with what looked like a camera and speaker. He felt a cold metal ring around his neck that wouldn’t budge. He looked over his shoulder, and noticed all of his clothes were gone. The boxers he wore when he left home this morning were nowhere to be seen. As he shifted his weight, he heard a strange noise like plastic crinkling. Was that a diaper wrapped around his butt?!

Just then, Zach heard a deadbolt unlock and a man swing open the door and enter. Zach recognized him as the man who led him into his kitchen to work on the leaky pipe. He was a tall, burly man without a shirt on, just wearing some tight jeans and some slippers. He had a thick carpet of mostly white hair on his chest that matched his neatly trimmed beard. For being in his mid 50s, he appeared to be in excellent shape with well defined muscles. He walked up to the side of the cage grinning. “Well good morning, boy. You’ve been sleeping a long time, haven’t you?”

Still somewhat groggy and slurring some of his words, Zach angrily asks “Who the fuck are you? Let me out of here man, or I’m gonna call the cops you pervert. Where the fuck are my clothes?” As Zach went on, the man pulled out a remote, pointed it at him, and pushed a red button. “You better answer me old man or I will beat the shit out of yoOOOWWWW!” Zach was cut off as a surge of electric coursed from the metal ring around his neck. “Quiet boy! You will speak when answering a question or acknowledging a command. Do you understand, boy?” he sternly asked with a serious look on his face. Zach looked up and wanted to keep screaming, but forced him self to say “yeah.” The man smirked and pushed the button again, causing Zach to yelp. “You shall address me as Daddy everytime you speak to me. Do you understand, boy?” Zach was filled with anger and fear, but managed to squeak out “yes, daddy.”

“That’s a good boy. You probably have a million questions. Now let me explain why you are here in a crib padded up nice and tight in a diaper.” He reached over the sided and patted Zach’s ass as he tried his best to recoil. “But if you interrupt me, or talk out of place, I will zap you boy. This is meant as a tool to train you to be a good boy. You see, your father owns the plumbing company who recieved the contract to help build my compound out here in the mountains to retire. After a long career working hard in the pharmaceutical company, I deserved a nice quite place to enjoy myself and my many unique hobbies. But your father overcharged me, extended the construction time by months, and used substandard materials that started to cause me headaches shortly after I moved in. I don’t appreciate that kind of dishonesty, boy. I watched you work under my sink and knew he instilled that dishonesty and poor work effort in you, too. So with some help from some contacts at my company’s R&D division, I’m gonna make things right. You are lucky boy. I’m gonna adopt you as my boy, and raise you right. But we have to start from the very beginning. So I knocked you out with a special cocktail I made myself, and brought you down here to start the training.”

“YOU ARE A PSYCHO MAN! LET ME OUT OF HE-OOOOOWWW” Zach started yelling, but was cut off from the painful buzz of the collar. He was fully awake now and realizing the gravity of his situation. “Boy, I got a full charge in there and can go all day. Sit still and behave!” Still defiant, Zach pleaded, “I’ll give you anything you want…daddy. Money. Sex. I’ll suck your cock. Please just let me go!” The man chuckled and replied, “Oh, I know you will boy. Don’t get ahead of yourself though boy. You still need to go through potty training first.”

“I know how to go to the bathroom,” Zach quickly chides. He jumps again as the man presses the button, tears now streaming down his face. Zach also notice a warm sensation enveloping his balls and spreading across his diaper. He had pissed himself from the electric shock. His face turned beet red as he sat there sobbing in a giant crib. He really did feel like a baby again.

“Don’t forget to say Daddy, boy. And that’s not what it looks like from here with your soggy diaper, boy. Just accept that you are my boy now and this will be much easier on you. You may even learn to love this,” he said staring down at the former shell of a manly plumber, now his diaper clad toy. “Come on, boy. Let me change you and feed you. You must be starving. Just reach your hands up if you submit to being my boy.”

Zach sat up facing the strong man towering over him. Tears were drying on his checks as he felt the squishy diaper wrapped around him snuggly as he put up his hands on the bars. He thought to himself that he didn’t really have a choice. So he might as well try to have fun with this. With a reluctant look in his eyes, he reached both his hands up. As if to simultaneously surrender and embrace his new daddy.

“That’s a good boy,” he warmly said, then fished out a strange looking item. The man reached down and picked up the man, carrying him to a reinforced changing table mounted to the walls. He laid Zach down gently, removed his soaked diaper, sprinkled him with flowery baby powder, then wrapped him up in a fresh, clean diaper with surprising speed. Then he popped in a large bottle with a plastic nipple. “Good boy. Drink it all down. That’s it. Such a good boy.” Little did Zach know the vanilla nutrition shake he was sucking out of a giant bottle was laced with a compound that would make controlling his bladder almost impossible, as well as some viagara to keep him erect in his diaper for hours.

As he was being fed, Zach looked around the room from the corner of his eyes. Plush toys and baby toys everywhere. He finished the bottle up, and the man pulled something from a nearby toy drawer. It was a pacifier, with a small dildo on one side instead of a plastic nipple. Before he could protest and receive another shock, it was slid into his mouth. The man then pulled the boy against his firm chest, and carried him back to the giant crib, before laying him down gently. He was already tired from the ordeal and just wanted to sleep. Maybe this was just a dream. He crawled under the blanket and closed his eyes. As he faded off to sleep, his new daddy walked to the door and whispered “good night my boy,” and switched off the lights before closing and locking the door from the outside. His cock slowly grew, straining against his diaper. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[another-abdl-dude-deactivated20]

Goodnites don’t fit me well and hold nothing but I got some to wear for fun. Here’s 4 of them at once 😏

[iskippy33028]

[iskippy33028]

original post 2015

[widdlebabywilly]

Spidey Senses

“Alright spidey, let’s calm down and go to bed.” Damien said with a sigh, looking across the room at Andrew as he flexed in his little boy spider-man pajamas, his goodnites pull-ups peeking out and bulging through. It was all too good. Damien had spent so long on getting to know Andrew, finding out why the relatively cool senior in high school still seemed to be obsessed with super heroes and was only seen in tighty whities in the locker room. The answer? He was just a total baby. A bedwetter his entire life, had never touched any other big boy underwear but underoos and whities to his tiny pinkie dick. Damien couldn’t even pity Andrew, the “kid” seemed to love it. In fact, he felt a boner start to pop up in his boxers at the certain knowledge Andrew would wake up soaked and unbothered the next morning. Call it his spidey senses.

[widdlebabywilly]

Good Boy Clothing Company Part 2/? - Story

Jason woke up again with a groan, rolling over in his new twin sized race car bed with Spider-Man sheets and a thick, loud plastic sheet underneath. The diaper underneath his lamb onesie was soaked, like most were now when he woke up. Fuck, that was going to be another frowny face on the bedwetting chart, Jason thought to himself as he got up with a squish and waddled down to the breakfast table,

“What the fuck, man?!” Bryce, Jason’s 21 year old brother home from college exclaimed. Oh yeah, he’d only gotten in last night. He didn’t know about…everything,

“Now enough of that language Bryce,” Jason’s Dad admonished, “Jason’s just regressing a little cause he’s finally being a good little boy.” The clothes, Jason thought of again briefly before noticing he was uncontrollably soaking his diaper with more pee. It bulged out against his cotton onesie pants obscenely, like a balloon in a children’s glove.

“You could learn a thing a two about obedience, young man. That’s why I bought you some new clothes as well, after your last grade report I’m hoping we can turn things around with you.” Jason’s dad sternly ordered Bryce, much to his dismay.

After breakfast Jason took a bath while his dad dressed Bryce in a new outfit: hot wheels underoos, long jean shorts, and a red and white striped polo buttoned to the top and tucked in. To top off he had to wear a belt with Sesame Street characters covering it, truly heinous.

Jason almost wanted to laugh at his older brother’s humiliation, until his dad reminded him he was still the baby by taking his towel off him and dressing him in double ultra thick diapers, plastic pants, a pink onesie decorated with unicorns, and then white shortalls. Jason gulped as he realized any messes or spills would become ridiculously obvious in his new ensemble. And he was already christening his new diaper with fresh hot piss that immediately got wicked away by the soft comfortable padding.

“Come on, follow me boys.” Their dad ordered as the two boys, both men in many’s eyes but certainly not appearing to be those right now, shuffled after him all the way to the car.

Another new development awaited the brothers in the backseat, unsurprising to Jason after all his turmoil but horrifying to Bryce; two giant adult sized car seats, one red and blue. Jason’s dad picked up each boy and sat them in their respective new car seats, locking them into the five point harness that stretched across Jason’s diaper and rubbed Bryce’s penis into the lining of his underoos, reminding them both of their humiliation. They had never been so embarrassed, and they had no idea where they were headed but they were not eager to get there.

Jason’s dad had even purchased a CD from that good awful website, which he dropped in and immediately forced Jason to sing along.

These were all his favorite songs from when the boys were in pre-school, much to their humiliation; I’m a Little Teapot, Barney Is a Dinosaur, Tickle Time Is Fun, and Jason’s least favorite: Not Ready For Potty Training (Stinky Diaper Remix.)

Sometimes when Jason’s Dad drove him to school he furthered his humiliation by rolling the windows down while Jason was singing along. There was nothing like the seven am humiliation of being seen by your AP chem lab partner wearing an Elmo shirt and a diaper, sitting in a car seat, and singing along to I’ve Got the Bedwetter Blues.

Jason’s Dad didn’t roll the windows down today though. It was a short drive to the packed Sunnyview Mall.

Both boys groaned as they realized where they were as their Daddy got out of the drivers seat and came around to let each of his adult toddlers out of their car seats.

As they were walking in and people began pointing and giggling, Bryce started rubbing his tummy and walking funny.

You see, The Good Boy Clothing Company had spent a lot of time improving their clothes since they had taken two weeks to make Jason wet himself. Now they were a lot faster acting.

Bryce began to realize this as he slowly let out a loud fart. He NEVER farted in the public. His daddy didn’t acknowledge this as Bryce whined, his stomach rumbling and something moving downwards dangerously. Oh god, he thought to himself.

Jason, meanwhile, was just a large child. His diaper was soaked already, almost leaking, and he had drool sliding down his face. He was embarrassed, but he didn’t know how to stop. And he kindve enjoyed being like this.

Suddenly Bryce stopped walking, cried out in turmoil, bent over, and began shitting his pants. Jason gasped in empathic horror as his dad only sighed and shook his head,

“Damn baby, what’d you do that for?”

“I couldn’t stop it!” Bryce cried,

“Alright, let’s get you changed.” His dad said gruffly. Bryce began to protest, knowing what that meant, but his dad waved it off as he picked his son up and threw him over his shoulder; his bulging poopy pants in the air,

“WOOWEE STINKER!” His dad cried, causing more people to look over and laugh. Bryce wanted to die then and there, “YOU REALLY MADE A MESS LITTLE GUY!” He continued, before loudly and forcefully slapping Bryce’s ass; poop smashed everywhere across his butt and his stupid new toddler underwear.

Ten minutes later and as you can see above, Bryce was all double diapered up and dressed in a brand new outfit since his old one got a little poopy on it. He’s devastated, but Jason’s Dad can’t wait to see what The Good Boy Clothing Company comes out with next!

[widdlebabywilly]

Good Boy Clothing Company Part 1/? - Story

It was the clothes, Jason finally decided. He hadn’t started having any issues with his maturity until his dad had started shopping at that new store that he saw all the ads for on television constantly.

In fact, Jason had been a pretty mature young man of eighteen before the fallout, all things considered. He was the middle brother but he got the best grades by far, he had a girlfriend and a good job and several scholarships waiting for him after high school. He was gonna move away to a really good school and work hard to be able to one day marry his sweetheart and start a family.

He was really a man.

Except that was all a pipe dream, as his dad wanted to prove to him. His dad was really getting sick and tired of hearing his son’s daydreams of husbandry and fatherhood. The kid had never done laundry, been around a baby, changed a diaper, had any responsibilities really.

In fact, Jason’s dad realized he had kind’ve been treating his middle son like a baby. He’d been such an overachiever Josh’s dad had taken to spoiling him, doing whatever he wanted so that he felt rewarded for his hard work. That coupled with his guilt as a single father had certainly made him miss a few steps in discipline over the years. 

But the truth was it wasn’t hard work, it was just luck that the kid was intelligent and could coast through school. 

Well, as that annoying advertisement on television always proclaimed, “Good Boys Clothing Company makes every Boy an Obedient Little Angel!” Jason’s dad often noticed that the advertisements featured boys from the ages of four to their early twenties, although he knew this wasn’t rare. Kohl’s boys section was 4-20, for example. Still, all of these boys were in identical clothing that looked made for a little kid.

Jason’s Dad knew Jason would hate any clothing from there, with all his academia and professionalism. So he had made sure to order it. The first item to come in had been a matching power rangers v neck shirt and brief underoo set. 

Boy had Jason thrown a tantrum about that outfit. Wailing, stomping his feet, and eventually going to the ground in tears just like a little toddler. Well that decided it. Once he was all tired out Jason’s dad stripped him of his big boy clothes then and there and pulled the t-shirt over his head, then held the briefs open for him to step in.

It was all so fucking unfair. How dare his dad treat him like a child? The outfit was so stupid, so embarrassing! So annoyingly soft and comfortable, though.

Jason hadn’t worn any underwear but boxers since he was ten, and he didn’t realize how much he missed briefs. His penis felt comfy and tiny all tightly held together by the colorful kiddie briefs. They were more high waisted than Jason had expected, and mainly white with red piping and power rangers on the butt and a small logo on the crotch, only making Jason more embarrassed at their similarity to tighty whities.

Two weeks later and Jason’s dad was washing Jason’s “little boy outfit” every day while Jason was at school so he could immediately put it on and spend the rest of the day in it at home. 

Not to mention that more clothes had been arriving. Jason was suddenly wearing tighty whities, striped polos, and elastic waist jogger material jeans everyday to his AP senior classes. He’d almost cried in the car the day his dad had dressed him in a bluey zip up with a doggie eared hood and a matching bluey-face t shirt.

Not to mention his new extra large Thomas the tank engine lunchbox, water bottle, and backpack, his Spider-Man wallet and watch, and the latest development: neon yellow SpongeBob frames reading glasses featuring the nerdy sponge smiling all over them in place of Jason’s usual contacts. If he wanted to be an academic now it would be much harder, his dad had certainly made sure of that.

He was the laughing stock of school! He lost all of his respect, his grades plummeted, he lost his scholarship, his girlfriend dumped him, and he ended up getting bullied by even the freshman. He was the lowest of the low. 

Yet he didn’t feel low. He kept a pep in his step throughout all of this, never shying away from possible humiliation. In fact he seemed to be uncontrollably encouraging humiliation. His voice sounded higher, he was constantly raising his hand in class, and he’d started pulling his jeans down to his ankles at the urinals, letting everyone see his humiliating tighty whities butt he was so ashamed of.

What was going on? 

It took some time, but the clothing really did end up changing Jason into an obedient boy in Jason’s dad eyes. Well, Jason’s Dad was going to be the one changing Jason, now that it had been four weeks and he had peed himself for the first time. He had just been sitting in his room gaming when his dad had walked in and noticed the large wet spot. Jason, so lost in his own world, hadn’t even noticed. Jason’s Dad quickly stripped him of his underoos before unplugging the gaming console. In the picture above you can see where Jason’s Dad managed to wrestle his phone out and snap a candid of the tyke after hearing the news he was going into diapers now.

To be continued…

[seehisbriefs]

*bursts out laughing* Oh my god, they didn't! They actually made you ask your parents for permission to babysit you? *wipes tear from eye* That's the most hilarious thing I've heard all week! *chuckles*

I can just picture the look on your parents' faces when you came to them with that request. *smirks* Their grown-ass college son, begging for a couple of young punks to be his babysitters like he's some kind of helpless toddler. *shakes head* They must have been so proud of their little boy, all dressed up in his tighty whities and ready to be supervised by the big kids! *laughs*

*leans in close* And the fact that you actually went through with it, champ? *tuts disapprovingly* That just shows how completely under their control you are. *smirks* I mean, really - what self-respecting man would ever agree to be babysat by his own cousin and some random friend? *scoffs* But I guess when you're as easily embarrassed and submissive as you are, you'll do just about anything to avoid making a fuss, huh sport?

*puts arm around shoulder* Well, I hope you're ready for a whole new level of humiliation now, kiddo. *grins* Because something tells me your new "babysitters" are going to have a field day with you. *chuckles* They'll probably make you do all sorts of degrading things, like wear a diaper and suck on a pacifier while they watch cartoons and drink beer. *laughs*

*winks* And the best part? You'll just sit there and take it like the good little boy you are. *smirks* Because as long as they keep you in a constant state of embarrassment, you'll be too meek and pathetic to ever stand up for yourself. *chuckles* It's the perfect system - they get to have their fun, and you get to be the butt of every joke and prank they can think of!

*pats back patronizingly* So buckle up, champ - you're in for a wild ride as the neighborhood's resident man-baby. *grins* And if you're really lucky, maybe your babysitters will even let you stay up past your bedtime and watch them play video games in your tighty whities. *laughs heartily* That is, if you promise to be a very good boy and not have any accidents in your pull-ups! *winks and ruffles hair*

[stinky-in-pinky]

The Fall of Troy

Troy didn’t know how long he’d been left alone.

The lights in the ceiling never dimmed. The mobile above the crib played the same haunting lullaby every hour, like a taunt. His mouth was dry. His thick, puffy, cartoon-printed diaper was saturated and swollen against his thighs. The air smelled like stale piss, powder, and humiliation.

He lay there, wrists cuffed and clipped to the headboard bars above him, his jersey bunched up beneath his arms, a crinkly padded mess twitching with every little movement. The pacifier gag had stopped being a novelty. Now it just ached. His jaw was sore, and every time he whimpered, the bulb bobbed uselessly between his lips.

Then he heard it.

Footsteps.

Measured. Confident. Coming closer.

Troy blinked, his body tensing automatically. His bare feet flexed against the mattress as the door creaked open.

And there he was.

Brandon Wright.

Older now. Taller. Still wiry, but with presence. The kind of quiet intensity that could freeze a room. His eyes locked onto Troy without flinching, and a smile curled at the edge of his mouth.

“Well,” Brandon said softly. “Look at you.”

Troy groaned behind the pacifier. His eyes widened. He tried to speak, but only a muffled, pathetic sound escaped.

Brandon stepped closer to the crib. “Aw, what’s the matter, widdle guy?? Not quite the mouthy asshole anymore are you?”

Troy thrashed weakly, the chains on his cuffs clinking softly above him.

Brandon reached forward and slowly trailed a finger along the front bar of the crib, like inspecting a cage at the zoo.

“You remember in high school? When you used to dump water on my pants any chance you got? Then you stood back, real proud, and yelled, ‘Dude, he pissed himself!’” Brandon’s voice curled with venom. “And just like that, everyone believed it. Whole room chanting ‘Pissy Pants Brandon’ while I sat there, soaked and humiliated.”

Troy groaned louder, struggling. Brandon’s eyes darkened.

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember too." Brandon leaned in, voice low. “So tell me, baby boy… who’s got the pissy pants now?”

He slipped his hand through the bars. Troy flinched. Brandon’s palm pressed against the swollen front of Troy’s diaper. The squish was audible.

“Ohhh, you’ve been busy,” he murmured. “What is this, your third ‘accident’? Or fourth? Don’t worry. You’re going to start losing count soon.”

Troy jerked his hips away, eyes full of panic. Brandon followed, gripping the padded crotch with two fingers and giving a slow, mocking squeeze.

“Don’t like that? Huh? Poor thing. Can dish it out, but can’t take it.”

Troy moaned into the gag, his face turning beet red.

Brandon leaned in close now, his breath warm against Troy’s cheek, voice low and steady.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Troy. You’re not just going to be making Number Ones in those diapers. Oh no,” he said, fingers pressing firmly into the squishy front of Troy’s padding, making him squirm. “You’re going to be making Number Twos, too. Right there in your little Pampers. Nice big poo poo’s. And you’re not gonna whine. You’re gonna squat and grunt and fill them up like the obedient little diaper boy you are.”

Troy whimpered behind the pacifier gag, shaking his head violently, but Brandon just kept going.

“And guess what? You don’t get changed just because you’re soaked. Or because you’re messy. Or because you’re crying.”

He gripped Troy’s jaw firmly, forcing his eyes to meet his.

“You get changed,” Brandon said, each word a knife, “when you’ve earned it. And you earn it by using that little mouth of yours.”

Troy started to protest, lips trembling, but Brandon cut him off with a slap. Not hard, just enough to shut him up.

“You used to use that mouth to lie. To humiliate. To chant ‘Pissy Pants Brandon’ with everyone else.” He smiled cruelly. “Now? You’re going to use it for something better.”

Brandon stood up, stroking the bulge forming in his pants.

“Every time you want a fresh diaper—every single time—you’re going to get on your knees, crawl over, and use that pretty little mouth to help me make a Number Three.”

Troy whimpered audibly, and Brandon let the silence thicken.

“You want to stay in a cold, disgusting diaper all day? Be my guest. But if you want relief, if you want even a chance at getting wiped down and powdered like the pathetic little bitch you are, then you’re going to have to beg me to let you suck on your new, special ba ba until you get allll the milkies out!”

He stared down, voice soft now. Mocking.

“This is your life now. You piss and shit yourself like the pathetic excuse for a 'man' you are. And when you can’t take stewing in your own filth anymore, you kneel, you open up, and you suck my fucking cock. That’s your new role.” Troy let out a strangled, muffled sob behind the gag, his legs quivering from the shame. Brandon leaned in one last time, lips brushing his forehead like a mock blessing.“You used to run the field, run the school, and run your mouth no matter who you hurt in the process ” he whispered. “And now? You’re going to do it again…” 

Brandon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. That got Troy really worked up. As if the humiliation hadn’t fully hit until he realized all of this could be made public.

“You’re not going to cry your way out of this,” Brandon said coolly. “You’re going to admit it. Out loud. Right into the lens. But first…I think we need to get your little pampers prepped for your big reveal!”

Brandon reached between the bars, between Troy’s legs, and started to rub. Slow at first, barely enough to register through the thick, soaked padding. Just pressure. Rhythm. Just enough to remind Troy what was trapped underneath. 

Troy whimpered and squirmed, shaking his head. “N-No, stop—”

Brandon ignored him, pressing harder. Circling. Rubbing deliberately over the swollen warmth until the diaper started to grow taut from the inside.

“Ohh…” Brandon cooed. “There it is.”

Troy let out a shaky moan, half-choked by shame. His body betrayed him completely, pressing forward into Brandon’s hand, twitching with helpless, aching need.

“You’re not into this, right?” Brandon taunted. “You’re not a sissy little diaper boy. You hate this.”

He pulled back slightly and tugged the waistband of the diaper with two fingers. Letting Troy’s throbbing, pulsing head of his cock poke out.

“Then why are you hard?”

Troy said nothing. Couldn’t. His head hung low, cheeks burning. The stiff shape pressing against the front of the diaper told the story his mouth wouldn’t.

“That’s what I thought,” Brandon said, standing and walking calmly to the phone.

He adjusted the camera angle.

“Let’s get that on record.”

With swift, practiced motions, he peeled open the tapes and folded the soggy front of the diaper down, exposing Troy’s twitching, fully erect cock, caged and leaking against the wet padding beneath.

“There’s the truth,” Brandon said smoothly, zooming in. “Big bad quarterback. Hard as a rock from a diaper rub.”

Troy groaned miserably.

“You’re going to talk now,” Brandon said. “Right into the camera.”

He crouched beside him again, brushing sweaty hair from Troy’s face with mock affection, using a thumb to pull the pacifier out of his mouth.

“You’re going to say exactly what I tell you. Because if you don’t, this little clip goes public. Team chat. Your dorm group. The cheer squad.”

He let that settle, then leaned in close.

“Say it. 'I love wetting and messing my Pampers. I get hard for it. I belong in diapers.'"

Troy whimpered.

“SAY it.”

Troy swallowed hard. His face burned red. His erection twitched.

“I… I love…” he choked. “I love… peeing. And… and messing myself.”

Brandon moved closer again.

“Louder.”

“I l-love pissing and pooping my Pampers!” Troy gasped, eyes filling with tears. “I c-can’t help it! I… I like how warm it feels…h-how helpless I am…”

Brandon grinned like the devil himself. “That’s it, baby boy. Say it proud.”

“I—I'm Brandon’s baby bitch,” Troy whimpered, voice cracking. “I get hard when I make messies in my diapers. I want to be kept like this…”

Brandon gently closed the diaper back over the throbbing bulge and patted it.

“Good boy,” he whispered. “That’s your truth now. And I’ve got the footage to prove it.”

Brandon tapped the screen once, letting the video replay in eerie silence, Troy’s own voice echoing back at him:

“I love wetting and messing my Pampers… I get hard for it… I belong in diapers… I’m Brandon’s baby bitch.”

Then Brandon paused it.

Turned the phone around so Troy could see the “Send To:” menu open—his contact list already pulled up.

And then, in that calm, steady tone that somehow hit harder than any scream, Brandon asked:

“Now… are you going to be a good boy and give me a sucky sucky?” He let the word linger, dripping with mock sweetness. “Or am I going to have to hit ‘send’?”

Troy’s throat worked in a swallow. His eyes darted from Brandon’s face… to the phone… to the swollen tent in Brandon’s waistband.

“You’ve got ten seconds, baby boy,” he said, voice light as air. “Ten seconds to convince me why I shouldn’t make you famous.”

Troy’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“Nine…”

His wrists tugged weakly at the cuffs. Useless. He couldn’t crawl. Couldn’t hide. Couldn’t run.

“Eight…”

His knees shook. The open diaper beneath him clung to his thighs, soaked, humiliating, still peeled down to expose the very thing that betrayed him.

“Seven…”

Troy choked on a breath.

“Please,” he whispered.

Brandon raised a brow. “Please what?”

Troy whimpered, voice cracking. “P-please let me…”

“Let you what?” Brandon pressed, stepping forward. He grabbed Troy’s chin, tilted his face up toward the camera. “Say it. Full sentence.”

Troy blinked back tears. His voice was barely more than a whisper.

“I… I want to suck you...”

Brandon stared, unmoved.

“Mm. Try again.”

“I…I want to suck your cock…” Troy corrected quickly, shame flooding his tone. “Please, Mr. Brandon. Please let me suck your big fat cock! I’ll do it good. I’ll be good!!”

Brandon looked down at him, silent. The red recording light glowed on.

“I need it,” Troy stammered. “Please. I’ll suck it. I’ll swallow everything. Just… just don’t send it.”

Brandon smiled like a man who had already won long ago.

“Tongue out. Mouth open. Hold it.”

Troy hesitated only a second, just long enough for Brandon’s eyes to narrow.

Troy obeyed.

His lips parted, tongue slowly extending, cheeks burning with fresh shame. The pacifier gag lay discarded on the floor beside him. Now his mouth was wide and helpless, drool already gathering at the corners as he held the pose.

Brandon tilted his head and smiled.

“There you go,” he said, almost kindly. “Now beg for it.”

Troy whimpered through the open mouth, the sound broken, sloppy.

“Ah ah—keep it open,” Brandon reminded sharply. “I didn’t say you could close it.”

Troy tried again, cheeks hot, voice garbled around his stretched tongue. “Puh… pweeeez… wan’ it… wan’ da sucky…”

Brandon just grinned, standing up and moving to the side of the crib.

Click.

The rail slid down.

“Good boy,” Brandon said. He stepped up, one foot on the edge of the mattress. Then the other. And then, slowly, confidently, Brandon climbed into the crib like he owned it. Like he owned everything in it. He knelt over the bound, wide-eyed quarterback, gazing down at that trembling, outstretched tongue.

“Keep it right there,” he said, unfastening his belt with deliberate care. “I want to see just how badly you want your diaper changed.”

Brandon knelt fully between Troy’s spread legs now, the crib mattress dipping beneath him. He looked down at the helpless figure below: limbs bound, diaper peeled open, mouth stretched wide with tongue still obediently extended.

“You look pathetic,” Brandon murmured. “Which is perfect. Because pathetic’s exactly what I want.”

His fly came down with a slow zip. Troy whimpered, but didn’t dare close his mouth.

Brandon took his time, stroking himself just inches from Troy’s face, enjoying the way his arousal twitched as he hovered over that drooling, pink tongue.

“You want a clean diaper?” Brandon asked, voice thick with cruelty. “You want to be changed, powdered, maybe even wiped down like a good little baby?”

Troy gave a desperate whine, eyes locked upward. His tongue trembled but stayed out, jaw aching from holding the humiliating pose.

“Then earn it.”

He pressed the head of his cock against Troy’s tongue, gently at first. Testing. Claiming.

“Close your lips,” he said, “and we’re done. One little slip, and this video gets shared.”

Troy nodded slightly, just enough to signal understanding. His eyes brimmed with tears. 

And then? He submitted.

First, just a slight lean. Then his lips wrapped around the tip, shivering, ashamed, but sealed.

“Good boy.”

And then he started to move.

Slow, awkward bobs. Forward. Back. The wet sounds were immediate. Sloppy, stuttering, filled with gagging pauses as his tongue tried to figure out what it was doing. Each motion made the soaked diaper beneath him crinkle, and each crinkle was like an echo of just how far he’d fallen.

Brandon just watched, relaxed.

“That’s it…” Brandon murmured. “Good boy. Nice and slow. Use that mouth. Use that throat.”

Troy gagged softly but kept going, his bound body twitching each time he took more.

Brandon didn’t move. Didn’t thrust. He didn’t need to. He just sat there, knees spread, hands resting on the crib bars behind Troy’s head, like a king on a throne, watching the last flickers of defiance drain from his new favorite toy.

“You hear that?” he said softly. “That slurp? That little gag? That’s the sound of a washed-up jock sucking cock in a used diaper.”

Troy whimpered around him but didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

His head kept moving. Short, desperate strokes as his cheeks flushed deeper. Drool ran down his chin, catching on his chest. A wet, sticky schlk... schluck... schluck filled the room like an obscene metronome.

His cuffs jingled above him as he worked his body forward and backward. He was bound, diaper peeled down, knees spread, face buried in Brandon’s lap, servicing him like it was the only thing that mattered. Brandon reached down and brushed the hair from his forehead. Troy whimpered around him, his own body jerking as his cock twitched against the exposed padding.

Brandon didn’t miss it.

“Aww,” he cooed. “Still hard. So needy.”

Troy whimpered around Brandon’s cock, and Troy’s little penis whimpered too, leaking and twitching with every bob of Troy’s head.

“You’re not a quarterback anymore,” he whispered. “You’re a crib-bound cumrag with a full diaper and a job to do.”

Troy groaned around him, body twitching. His cage throbbed—helpless, useless, locked away as he worked.

Brandon gave a low, satisfied grunt as Troy’s rhythm picked up, more fluid now. Less hesitation. More obedience. His head bobbed helplessly, taking him deeper each time, the gagging more raw, the suction louder. Schlp... schluck... chhk...

“Almost there,” Brandon murmured. “Come on, boy. Use that mouth. Use that throat. You want your reward? Then earn it.”

Troy’s head bobbed faster, smoother now. Less hesitation, more need. The wet sounds filled the space between them: slick, humiliating, obscene. Glckk. Glkk. Glghhhh.

“So eager now. So desperate.”

Troy didn’t stop. Couldn’t. His own cock throbbed pitifully against the squishy padding as he sucked harder, drool running down his chin, tears forming again at the corners of his eyes. But his rhythm didn’t falter.

Brandon brushed the back of his fingers along Troy’s flushed cheek.

Troy moaned around him. Barely audible, throat already stuffed. The vibration made Brandon inhale sharply.

“God,” Brandon whispered. “You’re actually getting good at this.”

He chuckled softly.

“And here I thought this would take weeks.”

Brandon gripped the crib bar again, steadying himself as he looked down at his once-proud quarterback, now sucking for the chance not to be left in a wet diaper.

“You’re practically hungry for it,” he taunted. “What’s next, huh? You gonna start asking for seconds?”

Troy whimpered, jaw aching, cheeks burning, but he didn’t stop.

Brandon let the desperate bully suck and gluck for all he was worth, but eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He yanked Troy’s head back and pulled his slimy cock out of his mouth and started stroking.

“Open up, bitch!” he grunted.

“N-no…” Troy whimpered and begged, all types of fluids raining down his cheeks and chin, “Please…not in my mouth…not on my face! Please!”

“You want to keep that footage buried?” he asked. “You want to avoid every one of your teammates seeing what you really are?”

Troy whimpered again, a broken, gut-deep sound.

“Then open your mouth.”

Troy sniffled, but his lips parted…slowly. Shamefully. His tongue trembled.

“That’s more like it,” Brandon sneered.

Brandon loomed above, one hand braced on the crib rail, the other stroking himself with lazy precision. Troy lay beneath him: bound, spread, diaper peeled open, mouth obediently wide.

His tongue trembled. His jaw ached. And his eyes? They were glassy, distant, already drowning in humiliation.

Brandon smiled down, steadying himself for the final stroke.

“Hold it open,” he murmured. “Don’t flinch.”

Troy whimpered. A small, strangled sound, barely a breath. But it was raw. It ached. The kind of sound that came from somewhere deeper than his voice box. The sound of someone who already knew what was coming, and still couldn’t stop it.

Then Brandon came.

Warmth splashed across Troy’s tongue. He gasped softly, but didn’t close his mouth. Didn’t pull away. Just whimpered again, quieter this time as the ropes of hot, sticky fluid hit–as the shame hit.

Not just physical.

Emotional. Spiritual. Total.

It slid down the back of his tongue. Dribbled toward his cheek. Sat there, hot and heavy, while he trembled beneath the weight of what had just happened.

Brandon didn’t say a word at first. He simply looked down at him, calm, unreadable.

Then he grabbed a wipe. But instead of cleaning Troy’s face, he used it to lazily wipe himself, tossing it aside without a second glance. Troy flinched, expecting tenderness. But none came.

Brandon grabbed the sodden diaper, still warm, still heavy, and without hesitation, folded it back up over Troy’s still erect, dripping cock. Crinkle. Squelch. The diaper sealed shut again with a cruel squish, pressing the cold, clammy padding against skin once again.

“W-wait… why?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion and betrayal. “I thought I… I did it. I did what you said…”

Brandon looked down at him with a small, cold smile.

“You did it,” he said softly. “Just not good enough.”

Troy’s mouth fell open.

Brandon leaned in, patting the front of the used diaper like it was a prize ribbon.

“Next time?” he said calmly, “you’ll be more eager. More enthusiastic. Maybe then you’ll earn a clean change.”

Troy let out a choked sob. His hips shifted instinctively, as if to wriggle free, but the cuffs held. He was sealed in again. Trapped. Soaked. Humiliated. He whimpered louder now, head thrashing softly, drips of cum, drool and shame flying from his face, all streaking downward in messy lines.

Troy’s voice cracked. “But I—I tried—”

Brandon gently pressed a finger to his glossy lips.“Maybe next time you’ll try harder.”

He stood up, pulling his phone from the shelf and tapping the screen.

“Oh, and don’t worry, we got it all on film.” He turned the phone so Troy could see the video of himself moaning and groaning desperately as he took Brandon’s cock further down his throat.

“Don’t football players watch film?” he said, slipping the pacifier bulb against Troy’s trembling lips. “You’ll be doing it every day.” He pushed it past the lips, tightened the straps slowly, sealing Troy’s sobs behind thick rubber.

“Every morning, big guy,” Brandon whispered. “You’ll watch what you did. What you begged for. What you swallowed.”

He stood, calm again.

“Until you improve.”

Troy’s cheeks flushed deep red, his voice a bare whisper. “Please…stop this…”

Brandon tucked the phone away and slid the crib rail back up with a decisive click.

“That’s what I said to you every time you bullied me. Every time you shoved my head in a locker, stole my inhaler, or humiliated me in front of everyone. Now? It’s my turn. And you have no one to blame but yourself.”

And then he left Troy there–bound, soiled, slick-faced and aching—alone with the weight of what he'd done, and the knowledge that he’d have to do it again….and again….and again.

[sheepbambam]

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[baby23cf]

[pantiesandpamperssissy]

“All righty, Buckaroo, bed time.”

It was 6 p.m. Jason threw down the remote in anger. “I’m fucking sick of this!”

Daddy Jim stood over his 20-year-old college diaperboy, letting him vent a bit. “Come on. Say goodbye to your friends. We gotta give you your bath, your bottle and get you out of your pull-ups and into your night diapers.”

His friends Bill and Joe awkwardly stood up and excused themselves. They had just experienced the strangest two hours of their life, invited over by their friend’s landlord to “Watch TV with him. I know you’ve been worried about him being out of school past few weeks so he just wanted to show you he was okay.”

Jason had nearly died when the friends walked into the basement and saw him in his Pull-Ups, but they were surprisingly cool with his explanation of having to move out of the dorm because he couldn’t afford it and in with the 60-year-old retiree. But the whole thing was, without a doubt, fucked up. Jason just kept flicking through different TV channels as if everything was normal.

With the friends gone and Jason still refusing to leave his chair, Daddy walked over and yanked him up by the hair. he took the remote and swatted the back of his bare legs 10 times on each side, bringing cries from the pansy. “You wanna show your friends you have balls? In this house? Keep it up and I’ll make sure your balls are taken away.”

Could daddy really do that? “And it’s more than obvious you aren’t mature enough for pull-ups. It’s going to be full-time diapers, all the time. Starting tomorrow when you go back to classes. That means pee and poop in your diaper, no exceptions, right? And I’m going to take you to class to make sure you get there okay. If you need me to explain to the professors what’s going on, I will. Maybe I can find some girls to sit for you if they need some extra cash. Would baby Jason like that? Hot college girls as your sitter? The girls you used to wanna fuck? Change your Pampers, huh?”

Now Daddy grabbed Jason by the rear waistband of his Pull-ups and yanked up on them, giving him a diaper wedgie. The boy moaned and was lifted to his tippy toes as Daddy marched him toward the bath for his nightly washing, and pussy-cleaning. “Don’t worry, though, I kind of like having your friends around. So tomorrow after school I’ll invite them over again so you can show them your big Pampers, okay?”

[stinky-in-pinky]

Sucks for Cuck

“Let’s check that diaper, cuck”

I whimpered submissively, subconsciously raising gripping the teddy bear that had been my only consolation throughout this whole ordeal and raising to my face, trying to hide the seemingly permanent state of shame I was kept in. His gruff hands lifted up my infantile shirt, further exposing my diaper that was already on full display, as was customary at this point.

I roughly groped the padding between my legs, squeezing it to feel its warmth. It hadn’t drooped to the floor yet, so I knew he wouldn’t deem it worthy of changing, this was all just yet another way to humiliate me. Not that he would change my diaper anyway. “Daddy”, as I was forced to call him, didn’t change diapers. That task was reserved for my wife—or, “Mommy” as she was now called.

He continued to grope me, his fingers playing with the outlines of the flat metal cage confining my cock. I’m ashamed to say it started to stiffen (as little as it could) inside as the blood rushed to it. I hated that I was getting arroused by a grown man squeezing my pissy diaper, but you would too if it was the only stimulation to the area that you got for weeks. Unless you count the cold wipes swiping your balls during a diaper change. Hell, I was pretty much in a constant state of arrousal, so this was hardly a significant phenomenon.

“How long has it been since you came, cuck?” He asked with a sinister smirk.

“13 days s-sir…” I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep my voice from squeaking.

He grinned widely, “Ah…so tomorrow’s the day.”

I nodded desperately, counting down the hours. Mommy, despite going along with most of Daddy’s orders for how their cuck would be treated, still took a bit of pity on me, allowing me to be unlocked every two weeks and given the chance to cum. They would give me 30 seconds, but I only need 10 seconds of humping the floor to blow my built up load into my diaper. I wish I could make the glorious feeling last longer, but the huge wave of release and relief was at least enough to making my frazzled brain relax once my balls had finally been emptied.

“When she offers you the chance to cum tomorrow,” he intoned, “you will refuse.”

My jaw and stomach hit the floor, my eyes wide as saucers, tears welling up within them.

“B-but Daddy…please! No! It’s been so lon—“

“You will refuse.” He repeated firmly. His brow furrowing into a menacing glare that told me he was not playing. “You will tell her you are ‘just a wittle baybee and you don’t deserve to make cummies’ or whatever cutesy shit you have to say. But you will not be cumming. Do you understand me?”

The tears began to fall now, running down my cheeks without restraint. It was pathetic, sure, but I didn’t care. All my pride and dignity were long gone, and the one bright spot left in my life was being stripped away from me too.

“Awww, don’t cry…” he chuckled, not sounding the least bit sympathetic at all, wiping my tears with his finger in a patronizing fashion. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you use your wife’s vibrator every now and then, it’s not like she needs it much anymore. But there is no reason for that little prick of yours to ever be unlocked again.”

I continued to blubber pathetically, fluids running down my face, what the fuck had I been reduced to?

I hadn’t seen him smiling so wide in a long time. He relished the absolute power he had over me. I could see his dick hardening in his pants just from the thought of it. Catching my eye, he stood up from his kneeling position, blocking out the light as he towered over me. His hands fiddled with his belt, his fly, and before I knew it his pants were around his ankles, rock hard 8-inch cock bobbing and throbbing in my face.

“I think it’s time for your bottle.” He said with his hands on his hips, nodding slightly as if giving me permission.

I sighed, wiping the fluids from my face, taking in a long, shaky breath, knowing things would be even worse for me if I hesitated.

I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head of his cock like I’d been taught by my wife, letting my drool run freely, sliding my lips up and down his shaft as my head bobbed back and forth. I’ve found it’s better to do my best during this process, the more enthusiastic I am, the quicker it’s over with.

“You’re becoming quite the little cocksucker.” He sighed softly, dick pulsing in my mouth as I slurped and sucked. “Not even close to as good as your wife, but definitely serviceable.”

I whimpered around his meat in my mouth. Never in my life did i think someone would tell me I was good at sucking on a dick.

“I fucked your wife within an inch of her life last night.” He told me, rubbing it in. As if I didn’t hear her gutteral moans permeating through our shared wall last night, keeping me tossing and turning in my undersized crib. I tried to block out the memory and just focus on my task at hand.

“You should be thanking me.” He said, as if offended that I hadn’t already. “Thank me for fucking your wife the way you never could.”

“Fffank oo surr” I mumbled with his dick still in my mouth. I’d learned before it was a big no no to remove it whenever I was forced to say degrading things about myself.

“For what?”

“Ffur fuhkking moy woiff”

I felt his cock get harder from my words. He really did enjoy the power.

After several seconds of silence other than my sucking and slurping, he spoke again. “Hmm..I have another idea!”

I winced, his ideas were never good.

“You see, I prefer for the people sucking my cock to look a bit…girlier.” He gripped the back of my head and pushed it down until I was gagging and sputtering with his dick down my throat. “So, tomorrow you will beg your wife to dress you in skirts and tutus. Like a little girl. Like a sissy!” He said, still holding my head down, making me struggle and squirm as I fought for air and grappled with his new revelation. Finally, when I was worried I would pass out, he released me, letting me slide his dick out of throat and gasp for air like a near-drowning victim. He gripped my drool covered chin, tilting my head upwards so I was forced to look him dead into his menacing gaze. “You’re gonna be a baby girl from now on. How does that sound, you little bitch?”

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before he smacked me across the face. Hard. Immediately I was snapped back to middle school. Not from him hitting me, but from me hitting him. Back when I was bigger than him, before he grew taller and quickly towered over me. Back kicked him around called him a sissy, and when he cried? A little baby.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

“She can put your hair in little pigtails, and I can hold them while I fuck your f@gg0t face!” He emphasized his words with the thrust of his hips, jamming his dick in and out of throat. He was in his own world now. His own possibilities running through his head as he took what was his. Calling me the words and slurs I used to call him all those years ago.

I felt it cumming before I tasted it. Well, unless you count all the precum. His dick swelled, pulsed, throbbed, then erupted. Spewing shot after shot of warm, thick, salty goo into my mouth. His grunting and groaning eventually subsided, and his cock finally stopped cumming.

When he finally withdrew his slimy meat from my mouth, I tilted my head back like I’d been trained to, opened my mouth, showed him the load, and said “ffank oo four moy milkees Dad-ee” before he gave me permission to gulp it down with a nod of his head.

It didn’t go down too bad this time. I was growing used to the taste after so many instances of it being pumped onto my tongue or eating it out of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. I wiped my mouth, going back to pretending to play with my Teddy bear and trying to reconcile with my new life.

But Daddy continued to stand there, not pulling up his pants. In fact, he stepped out of them.

“Did you shit yourself?” He asked, leaning over to peel back my diaper and take a peek. Obviously I didn’t, he would have smelled it from down the block, it was just another chance for him to humiliate me. Or was it?

“Get me hard again,” he said, pumping his cock and putting it back in my face. “Then you’re going to turn around, pull that diaper down, and arch that ass upwards so I can fuck it!”

[teddybeard-strokin]

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[stinky-in-pinky]

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[mommy-amelia-real-page]

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[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

"Just like that. Good boy. Don't move, okay? Hold that position. You know what happens if you disobey. Say it, don't just nod."

"Yes, teacher"

Not for the first time, Jack wondered if he'd fucked up beyond all belief. The answer, of course, was yes. And yet inside his filthy diaper his tiny cock was hard. But at what cost? Well, as he was soon to learn, at the cost of everything! That's all.

He was 53 and had always been straight and dated chicks but he'd also had a secret submissive side and he fantasized constantly--even while having sex with women--about diapers and spankings and humiliation at the hands of, gasp, men.

And then at his 35th reunion of all things, a story was told over beers and a lot of shit came rushing back as well as a plan that would lead to, well, him in a dirty, wet diaper, on his back, at his apartment door, legs up. It was his old hoops teammate Kirk who brought it up. Remember in gym class senior year. When Kirk stuffed old Timmy Jensen into his locker and the poor geek started bawling like a little baby? And wet his gym clothes! Fucking hilarious. Remember! They all did and they all then remembered what the gym teacher--a sadistic prick named Mr. Burns who was also the wrestling coach--did in response. He didn't punish the perpetrators of course. No, he punished the victim. He pulled the pants-wetting pansy out of the locker, sat him on the bench, told him to stay right fucking there--a teacher swearing!--and then went into his office, only to emerge with the biggest fucking diaper any of the students had ever seen. To their shock he ripped the pissy clothes of of Timmy and taped him into the goddamn diaper! He then pulled a pacifier out of his pocket--where did that come from?--and told Timmy he was ready for gym class.

Holy shit. And for 10 minutes he made Timmy participate in gym in just his diaper, sneakers and gym T-shirt. Bawling the whole time. "You cry and piss like a baby you'll be treated like one." Finally he let the nerd go down and put a new pair of shorts from storage on over his diaper but, well, the kid's life was ruined obviously. He actually never returned to school and somehow nothing happened to Mr. Burns. This was the '80s after all, weird shit happened.

Jack couldn't believe he'd blocked that whole episode out. Had that been what subconsciously sparked his submissive diaper desires about five years later? Could it have been?

He stewed on this for weeks. He still lived in his old hometown. Had a good job as sales manager of a local gas company. His folks still lived there. His current chick lived there. And...old Mr. Michael Burns still lived there, he confirmed. Old fuck was like 80 years old now but still had a house on Belgrade. His wife had died a decade earlier.

And so, after not cumming for a week to build up the courage, Jack wrote the most insane letter of his life and mailed it to his old gym teacher. Explaining that he loved the idea of being put into diapers by a guy. He wanted to be spanked. Berated. Humiliated. Taught a lesson. Humbled. And he mentioned the old incident with Timmy Jensen. Could Mr. Burns maybe help him with this? But please please please be discrete about this. Please! Fucking idiot.

He heard nothing for a week. Two weeks. Excruciating. What was the old asshole doing? Finally a call came. When they started talking Mr. Burns just started chuckling and said, "I knew all you basketball players were homos." Whoa. But he wasn't! He just, you know, liked different stuff. He told Jack to be home on Saturday at 10 a.m. and Mr. Burns would be over.

Saturday 10 a.m came and Jack opened the door to the still formidable former teacher, who looked like he could still kick anyone's ass, especially Jack's. He smirked when Jack stood there stupidly. Jack saw a big diaper bag over the coach's shoulder. Mr. Burns walked in and put the bag down and then told Jack to strip. He stood there naked for several minutes as the old bastard looked him up from head to toe. Jack flinched when Burns flicked his cock and when he inspected his ears and patted his ass. Then he grabbed him by the hair and gave Jack the first spanking of his adult life. Oh it hurt! Real tears there! Over Burns' lap, Jack could feel the old man harden. Cocks still work at 80 apparently. Once done, he got Jack on the floor, laid out like a sacrifice. He stuffed some surprise suppositories into the boy's pussy and then proceeded to pull out a giant diaper and tape Jack into it. He rubbed the front of it as Jack moaned. He produced a pacifier just like he'd done with Timmy Jensen. Then he pulled out a pair of old gym socks and white gym sneakers and laced them on, followed by an old high school gym sweatshirt. What a picture. Speaking of, Mr. Burns took many of them and then disappeared for awhile, telling Jack to stay seated.

Eventually the pussy pellets did their trick and Jack filled his Pampers and started crying. But the tears were only going to be beginning. See, Mr. Burns had invited Jack's elderly parents over. Along with his girlfriend. And one of his coworkers. Found them all on Jack's phone. They should all be coming soon and wouldn't that give them something to all talk about at the next school and family reunions.

[coolbabysitter24]

[thedominantdaddy]

Jordan was at his breaking point.  Being taken from his adult life, being sold to another man, being put back in diapers, and being reduced back to the status of a baby by his new daddy had all taken their toll but this latest change was just too much.

“There now,” his daddy cooed, “don’t you look precious!  That’s daddy’s good little girl.”

No, no, no, no, no!  He was screaming inside.  He was not and would not be a little girl!  Outside that struggling part of his mind though, Jordan could only whimper and, as much as he hated to find himself doing so, suck his thumb for comfort.

“Now then, we need a new name for my pretty little princess…”

No! His name was Jordan he screamed in his head.  And he was a boy!

“I know…From now on your name is going to be Susie.  Isn’t that nice sweetie?”

Tears were streaming down Jordan’s face.

“Well?  Don’t you like your new name Susie?”

Every punishment Jordan had been through from his first spanking to his most recent enema ran through his head and he knew there was so much worse that Daddy could do.  He gulped hard.

“Yes daddy.” He answered meekly, abandoning who he was and his masculinity with two simple words.  From this point forward, he would be a little girl and her name would be Susie.

“Good girl.” Daddy said.  “Now let’s get you in your stroller.  I can’t wait to show you off at the park.”

Susie’s eyes grew wide with terror as she heard this and she started tugging in vain at her skirt, wishing against all logic that it could possibly be stretched into something longer.

“Aww, what’s the matter Susie?” Daddy grinned.  “I’m sure the boys will think you’re really cute in your new outfit!”

[nerdywedgieslut]

[nerdysuitedbaby]

My name is Ethan and I am new to New York. Moved here to go to college as I got a basketball scholarship and found a surprisingly very affordable apartment. I couldn’t believe my luck it was a spacious one bedroom apartment. I moved everything in quickly but was so tired I didn’t get a chance to unpack. So instead I went to bed to get some rest. However the following day is where things get weird….

I woke up and surprisingly ask my stuff was put away. Except not in my preference but I shrugged it off thinking I might have actually unpacked it after all or woken up and done it. After all I hadn’t had much sleep the passed few days getting ready to move here.

I quickly dug out some clothes and left to visit the school and look around. I returned home that night and started hearing a strong noise. It sounded like a laugh but hyperventilating as well. Suddenly I saw a man around my age but goofy looking. He looked like a stereotypical nerd.

“I can’t believe my luck! They finally got someone in here,” the nerdy ghost said. “I mean you need some tweaking but you’ll do.”

“Who are you? What are you?,” I asked.

“I’m Edgar and well I’m a ghost. I’ve been waiting for someone to move in. Sadly it’s a jock. But we can fix that,” he says.

Next thing I know he’s disappeared and I’m moving involuntarily. I’m standing in front of a mirror and hear my now nasally voice saying this just won’t do. I then watch as I get dressed in khakis, belt, blue dress shirt with a button down collar and a red necktie, white socks and shoes, and more embarrassingly tighty whiteys. Next I watch as I sit down in front of a mirror and load gel in my hair combing it to the side. Much better!

“Stop,” l yell.

“Relax we both can coexist. I just figured I’d help you look good,” Edgar said.

“It’s my body,” I argue.

“Well I’m not going anywhere,” Edgar said straightening his necktie while looking in the mirror.

“I look like a fucking nerd,” I yell.

“Better get used to cause I’m not going anywhere,” Edgar said. “Now we need to get you used to being a nerd.”

With that I received my first wedgie strangely by my own body. That’s when I realized I was stuck like this. He had a strong hold on me and I couldn’t fight him. He was only growing stronger.

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“Oh boy it’s our first day of school,” Edgar said walking to school. “I really miss school.”

I look like a stereotypical nerd now. I have on a brown plaid shirt, green bowtie, tan khakis, pocket protector, white socks and white and brown saddle shoes, brown belt, black suspenders, glasses, my hair parted to the side and my tighty whiteys poking out.

“Remember our deal. I’ll let you have control for basketball and I get control the rest the time. Right Ethan,” Edgar asked.

“Yes,” I say defeated.

“Wedgie,” says one of the team members.

“Just wait until they see you in the locker room,” Edgar says.

I want to cry but I’m unable to do anything but stand there and and smile like a goofy nerd walking down the hallway with my underwear exposed.

[littlebabydee-deactivated201702]

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

“Good job, baby! Very impressive! So athletic! That’s why you were senior athlete of the year! Yaaaaaay.”

Chris provided his mock cheers while watching his former bully Mark dangle from the playground equipment outside of the school where both graduated five years earlier.

Chris had plotted his revenge for years, all to get back at the bully who’d destroyed his school years. It was bad enough being a geeky 110-pounder. That alone had made him a target for Mark and his ilk. But one day Mark pantsed Chris and showed the whole school Chris’ diapers he’d had to start wearing due to anxiety and wetting issue. “Nice Pampers!” some nearby girls had said as everyone burs out laughing. By the time Chris pulled up his pants he had, indeed pissed them.

So he started plotting. Went to college, got an engineering degree, was making something of his life. But always he remembered his tormentor. Then he found a girl online and started talking to her and she got into his revenge plans and even wanted to help. She took it upon herself to play the key role, hooking up with Mark, bringing him home, sleeping with him, saving some cum in the rubber, then going back to him few days later with a simple blackmail statement: Do what your former classmate Chris says or she’s going to the police and claiming rape. Goodbye good life and good job, hello scandal and probably prison.

Chris promised the shell-shocked Mark–who barely remembered the dweeb until reminded of his misdeeds–the punishment would last just a few hours. “Not bad considering the six years of hell I endured.”

Mr. Jock would get to experience some ol’ fashion diaper discipline. The type Chris’ mom had done with him to try to snap him out of his nerdery. Hadn’t worked and he remembered every humiliating diaper change and wet diaper and wet diaper at night and he of course remembered most of all the public humiliation of being pantsed.

So he gave Mark some of that medicine. Stripped him and powdered him and played with the jock’s cock and taped him into his nice, thick didees. Babified him a bit. Gave him a bit of a spanking. Made him pee in them. Made him poop in them. Mark was devastated, destroyed, but told himself he could endure as long as it meant the blackmail ended.

Then they went in public. And what better place than their old stomping grounds! They walked around the high school and then finally to the playground. It was summer so school was out though a lot of lessons in humility were about to be learned. Wordlessly, Chris reached over and pantsed Mark, the same way he had been years earlier. Instinctively Mark tried pulling them up but Chris stopped him and warned him about the blackmail. “One more thing, so I don’t hear you whine.” With that he pulled out a paci and shoved it in the fag’s mouth.

“Now go play Pampers boy.”

Crying, Mark climbed the equipment, looking around for cars or walkers, all while Chris filmed him and directed him. “Go higher! Come down. Flip over!” Picture after picture, videos, everything.

Finally he let his subject down and allowed him to pull up his pants.

“You did it. See? You didn’t think you could but you did it. You’ve paid your penance.” With that he pulled the paci out, pulled his pants up and told Mark that there would be no more blackmail. He was free.

At least until Chris spread the pictures everywhere and everyone everywhere knew that Mark was a diaperboy and his life got ruined…