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Dad loves to record you opening your presents, regardless of what you’re wearing 😓🙈🎄
don’t think Lyon has much room to tease me about my PawPatrol bedding… He can’t even keep his paws dry!
New video and photos on WileyWets.com!
“Chill Monday night:
Girl Scout cookies
Mindless TV…
Dog in the crate fighting a suppository”
If LilTigerBro offers you a ride home from the airport, don’t take any of the edibles he offers…😣
Full video on WileyWets.com
Hey guys! I’ve started posting more of my casual scenes elsewhere ! Here’s a sneak peek, but be sure to head to Wileywets.com to see the full video and my exposed face 😓🙈
I woke up from my last night at Gearblast in a surprisingly barely used diaper, which I decided to use for the long drive home.
By the time I arrived, it was pretty well sogged— except for the back. Still, I was tired from the drive and hadn’t been the most hydrated, so I was excited to change before bed early for work in the morning.
My roommates had different ideas…
The new Patches diapers had arrived, but unfortunately, they only come in a size large at this time. Given that they probably wouldn’t fit without an extra layer or stuffers, they decided that my road trip diaper would stay on to test out Patches.
I fussed, as I earnestly just wanted to change, but was threatened with my blackmail folder and chastity if I didn’t comply. As punishment, I was strapped into the high chair in front of non-ABDL friends and fed my dinner.
After some mandatory bong time, I was sent to bed and told that I couldn’t change until both diapers were thoroughly soggy. Before I could change or have an orgasm, I had to provide pictures and videos proving I was obeying and using my diapers.
Focusing on work was hard— the diapers were so tight and full that every movement caused sensations to run wild and smells to escape. There was enough powder to make me smell like a nursery but enough piss to make me smell unwashed bedwetter. Every hour, the thickness and rubbing increased, along with the smell. I was trapped in a horny prison of shame and desperation.
Eventually, the first layer could take no more and began truly overflowing into Patches. He hungrily drank it all and spread my legs further and further… every movement a reminder of what I was wearing.
After a sufficient amount of humiliating evidence had been shared, I was given the go-ahead to change, but only after I came.
I thought this would be a challenge due to the thickness of my diapered prison— I was wrong. As soon as the wand made contact, I felt the movement through every part of my body that the oversized padding touched. It sent wave after wave of scent to my nose.
Having been rubbed by the padding all day, within 5 seconds, I could tell I was getting close. In under 30 seconds, I was having another accident.
In under 60 second, I knew my Roomate’s were right, and that this was exactly how I belonged.
Sent out of the Market Days pregame padded and told not to come back until your diapers are full 🥴
See how soggy we got, some videos of us dancing, and what happened when I got home on WileyWets.com!
The crib gates go up, and your resistance goes down…
“Regression is progression”
See the full video on WileyWets.com
Men Came and Went
I sat in my playpen, while so many men came and went. I couldn’t remember how they looked, how they sounded, or even how many were there. I was partly fixed on that damn kid’s TV show with those bright lights and annoying singing.
Some didn’t notice me as they walked and were led to the bedroom. Some of them did, made a face, and kept on going. But some noticed me, smiled, and came by and stood over me, sitting in my crib. Some already had a boner, some got hard when they saw me like that, but all got aroused even more.
My little dick was locked, not by me. Every evening when there was a date planned, I was diapered, dressed in a babyish Shortall, placed in a big playpen in the living room, and shushed with a huge pacifier. I was told to keep quiet while the adults, in my bedroom, were having fun. I had to stay in that playpen, for so long. Most of the time I had to wet myself, I even had to go number two once or twice.
I even think that I oozed pre-cum for hours, but the pee always washed it away to the padding.
Although the TV’s sound was high, I tried to listen, to the voices, to the moans, to the water running in the shower afterwards. I always sucked on my pacifier furiously when the moans were louder than usual. The baby was angry, but I’m only just a baby, with a little dick.
I’m not allowed to get out until the men leave. My status was enforced on me, in my own home, that I’m a baby and not a man. Those men were an example, a shameful contrast, of what I am. Their semen stained my nice bedding, and mine stained my thick padding.
Something in you has changed
Something in you has changed.
If before you wanted to conquer it all, to be on top, to lead, to express yourself whenever and wherever, these days you want the opposite, you need the opposite.
You want to be conquered, you want to bottom, to be led, to be silenced whenever and wherever. These days you despise the opposite, you need this.
You wanted someone to raise, to show him the ropes. Now you want to be raised, to be tied up with ropes.
You wanted your raging cock to be dangling around in revealing boxer shorts. Now you want your soft penis to be tucked inside a thick diaper. You wanted people to notice your cock’s silhouette. Now you want them to notice your diaper’s bulge.
You wanted to fill holes. Now you want your holes to be filled. You wanted to clean up messes. Now you want to make messes. You wanted to give a hand. Now you want to give head.
It wasn't a quick change, most aren't. Changes have become a part of your everyday routine.
Keep on reading ABDL content. Ride your imagination, see yourself in it. Don't rush it if you feel overwhelmed, you can crawl or do baby steps.
I was also done setting up my new place when my friends decided to update my bedding 😣
It’s so precious how you still need diapers but but hope that I’ll let you cum 🤦🏻♀️ Maybe when you wake up I’ll let you hump your soggy pampers, cutie 😅
After a few weeks of being locked out, @LilTigerBro gave me a chance at getting my potty privileges back.
The challenge:
My toilet is covered by diapers, to use it I just need to dig it out before using my diaper. Easy enough right?
See if I make it on Wileywets.com!
Will you be posting more often because I love everything you post and would love more of it
Tumblr takes down a lot of what I do, but I post way more frequently on WileyWets.com and on my Twitter, @WileyWets!
My friends had been teasing that I should be in diapers 24/7 once I left my job.
I laughed it off.
Then, I came home from my last day of work to find my bathroom had been “renovated”
“You can use the toilet again once it’s uncovered. Well, if you still remember how!”
With over 365 diapers stacked over it, I’ll probably never get to use this toilet again before I move 😓
I need to go to the bathro—
“You’re wearing your bathroom.”
But it’s numbe—
“You heard me.”
Bu—
“Someone’s awful full of thoughts & opinions on how to use their diapers! Guess it’s time for more hypno, birthday boy.”
Head over to WileyWets.com to see how I spent my birthday 🥴🙈
Number Three
“He’s doing number three,” Daddy whispered talking on the phone, watching you lay down in your crib for the night.
You haven’t paid attention to him standing there, because you were busy humping your diaper before going to sleep. You were sucking on your paci and humping your thick diaper. A onesie held it close and tight to your body.
Daddy started to call it “Doing a Number Three”. Of course, you already knew what One and Two were, but when you did your naughty business in your diaper, he always called it number three. In time the only acceptable place for you to do it was in your diaper. You couldn’t touch yourself, even daddy had stopped sexually touching you there. Maybe you were treated as a baby boy, but in your mind, you were still a big strong man, a big strong man with manly urges! You have to show Daddy you can still function as a man, you have to prove yourself.
So you humped. You humped whenever the urge came. When you woke up, when you were laid down in your crib. When watching cartoons on the floor, when hugging your best-stuffed friend.
In the beginning, Daddy praised you for doing number three in your diaper. He said you were very healthy and he wants you to do it whenever you need, wherever you are. Big strong boy need to do all their business in their diapers. Nowadays, when he sees you doing number three, rarely he comments on that, it’s not a thing anymore, but a “third” nature.
For you it was a sign that he didn’t break you, you still had authority over your own body. But the button line was, that like number one and number two, number three was a body waste to be absorbed into your diaper.
Nothing will come out of it, no purpose at all. Into your soiled diaper and being thrown into the trash can. Numbers one and two are more apparent than number three. It has no importance at all, no wonder it’s the last in the least.
You thought not making the team was embarrassing? Well, your humiliation is just beginning…
Check out the video of this humiliating scene on WileyWets.com!
“You want out? Too bad!”
My friends decided to leave me in my new toy while they went to the other room to play with legos (and the vibrator)
All I could do was bounce helplessly and fill my diapers 🥺