Daddy’s Audio 2: Diaper Change
Daddy checks you and sees you’re soaked. He takes your through a thorough diaper change.
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Daddy’s Audio 2: Diaper Change
Daddy checks you and sees you’re soaked. He takes your through a thorough diaper change.
Password: littleone
“How’s my birthday boy this morning? Is he excited for his first birthday?” the man said, opening the door, walking over to where the man was cuffed to his crib on his knees, the pacifier strapped in his mouth. He undid the strap, and pulled it out, and man struggling again.
“It’s not my first birthday you fucker! I’m nineteen, I’m not one! Let me out of here you–”
“Well I guess my little boy isn’t quite ready yet,” the man said, shoving the pacifier back into his mouth and strapping it back in, “Let’s see how you’re doing–I bet you have a wet diaper after that long night though, shall we check?“ The man struggled away, but he couldn’t move with his hands cuffed, and his cheeks reddened as the older man checked the front of his diaper and found it wet. “That’s a good little boy, wetting your diaper, just like you should. See? We’re making some good progress aren’t we?”
The man pulled out his hand and started massaging the big baby’s cock through his diaper, and he struggled for a few moments, and then his body went slack, and he started grinding the front of his diaper against his daddy’s hand in a daze, sucking on his pacifier.
“That’s a good boy–you’re gonna be daddy’s little boy soon, aren’t you?”
The baby nodded slowly, still sucking, and rubbed up against his daddy’s hand faster.
“You like wetting yourself and sucking on your pacifier–you love being my big baby–it feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re not nineteen–you’re just a baby, aren’t you?”
The man in the crib gave a shudder and felt his cock unload a massive wad of cum into his diaper, and he gave his head a shake, his eyes refocusing, and his cheeks turned even redder, when he realized what he’d done–again. Whenever his daddy touched him, he always just felt so…so little. No, not his daddy, the man isn’t his daddy…right?
“Why don’t you enjoy that wet diaper a little longer,” the big man said, “Let me go get your bottle, and then we’ll get you changed.”
He left the room, and the man struggled again, but he’d been here for days now–every day a birthday–and he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold on.
Daddy gave this Little Guy and reall big enema and let him squirm until he exploded in his diaper.👨👦👶🏼💩🙈🍼💦🤛
Tricks to check your toddler’s nappy without them getting upset: Have a sippy cup ready.
Who’s a Good Boy?
Danny confidently strode down the sidewalk, his ginger dog pulling him along. The confident gym buff was lost in thought, planning out his day and how he was going to meet his buds that evening. He didn’t even notice the hulking man stomping behind him. Danny bent down and rubbed his dog’s slender face. The large man approaches Danny and his dog, his shadow enveloping the pair.
“Such a pretty little dog, aren’t you?” the older man cooed. His large hairy muscles pressing firmly against his dress shirt. Tufts of thick hair covered the man’s meaty forearms and chest. Danny looked up at the 40 something year old man. The man stared right back at him.
Danny stood back up, his eyes now fixated on the stranger. Even standing straight, Danny only reached the man’s collar bones. The man must have been at least 6’3. His broad shoulders and muscles were layered with a thick fatness. This only further intimidated the young 24-year-old.
“You can pet him if you want?” Danny shrugged. “He’s a young one. Loves attention. Especially behind his ear.”
“Mind if I-” The silver fox asked as he leaned in.
“Sure.” Danny agreed, his eyes travelled towards his dog, waiting for the man to bend down. But the man didn’t…
Danny felt an odd sensation emit from his head. He furrowed his brow as he realised what was happening. Still staring at the dog, Danny felt the old man’s hand run through his own hair in a soft repetitive motion. Danny looked at the man in confusion as the man continued to pet Danny’s head.
Danny, still taken aback by the whole situation, sighed in disgust. “What the hell are you doing? I meant the dog. Obviously, not me. The dog.”
“I am petting the dog, boy.” The man smiles softly, still rubbing Danny’s thick luscious hair. “And what a good boy he is…”
“Get off me-” Danny grabbed the man’s arm before the man’s hand slipped down behind his ear. He began scratching intensely. The scratching caught Danny by surprise. Danny’s entire train of thought was destroyed by the man’s fingers running behind his ear. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. Pleasure shot throughout his body, all emanating from the man’s thick fat finger scratches.
“That’s a good boy.” The bald man grinned deviously through his thick beard.
GOOD. BOY. The words repeated softly in Danny’s head, disrupting every part of his mind, not allowing him to form a single original thought. His mind completely focused on the head scratching and the older man’s captivating praise. ‘Good boy…’
“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Danny moaned leaning into the man’s head scratching.
“You’re such a good boy for your owner, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”
GOOD. BOY. OWNER. The words rang more intensely in Danny’s pleasure filled head. He felt his knees begin to buckle as pleasure shot through his groin, causing his cock to stand at full attention. Danny felt at peace as his owner continued scratching behind his ear, just like Danny always liked it.
Danny jumped backwards with a sudden jolt of energy. His rational brain kicking back into action. Why did he say owner? This man… this man wasn’t his owner. No one owned Danny… or at least he thought. But he was beginning to question whether that was true. What was the man doing to his brain? Danny still felt the remnants of hot warm pleasure flowing through his body.
As Danny spiralled into confusion, he felt a cold thick fabric make contact with his neck. The fabric wrapped around his entire neck and was solidified with a loud CLICK. Danny looked down to see a collar on his neck. A thick leather collar with a round metal plate hanging off the front. The plate read “REX”, followed by the contact information of a phone number that Danny had never seen before. Even more shocking, while Danny was looking at his new label, he realised he was completely naked. Butt naked. On complete display for the man to ogle at and sexualise.
“C’mere boy.” The fat muscle man motioned Danny over before noticing the 24-year-old gym buff was gaining too much self-awareness. He could see Danny looked panicked.
“Who’s a good boy?” The man condescendingly cooed at Danny. “You are. You’re a good boy!”
Another wave of pleasure washed over Danny, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hot sensation flooded his body, leaving him a sweaty moaning mess. His mind refused to think. Completely blank with the pleasure of his master’s words. He felt so relaxed. So at peace. So at home hearing his master’s affirmations.
Noticing that his magic words were succeeding in mindfucking his subject, the man continued to tease the boy.
“You’re such a fucking good boy. The best boy. I wanna breed your fuckable bouncy ass when we get home. Put a litter of pups in you!” The man enthusiastically laughed.
His owner’s affirmation shot the most intense pleasure through Danny. More intense than any orgasm. Than any drug. It was so addicting. So orgasmic. Danny wanted more. He wanted his owner to compliment him, flirt with him, fuck him… The heat shot through his legs, causing them to buckle even more intensely this time. Danny fell onto all fours, his tongue flopping out of his mouth. The good boy panted as drool dripped off his tongue, his eyes still in the back of his head. His cock grew harder and harder, gathering all his smarts and his sophistication in his balls, ready to be shot out onto the sidewalk. He began absentmindedly swaying his hips side-to-side, completely mindfucked.
“That’s right.” Danny’s owner hunkered down on this thighs and whispered. “Such a good dog.”
Danny, still drooling his brains out, felt a sensation building in his throat… a sound. A sound that was trying to escape his throat and expose his new self to the world. The sound built in his throat more and more. Another one shot up his throat, causing his cheeks to puff up.
“That’s it boy. Let it happen. Let it out. It’s natural. You’re just a dumb dog. Let the world know.” The man whispered sensually, causing Danny’s erect dick to pulse, ready to shoot out his brains onto the ground. Danny found his ass begin to shake violently, side-to-side, wagging his non-existent tail. Fur sprouted on Danny’s hairless chest and face. He moaned more and more intensely for everyone on the street to see. A complete spectacle for passerbys to witness.
He resisted. He couldn’t. Another sound shot up his throat and died in his puffed cheeks.
“C’mon Rex. Be a good dog, let it out!” Danny’s master demanded. He harshly slapped the boy’s fat ass, forcing out the humiliating sounds…
BARKKKK BARKKK BARKKKK
The feeling of letting out his true nature, his canine nature, sent Danny over the edge. With one forceful hump, Danny shot out all his human abilities and smarts onto the ground. His humanity and dignity was now just a puddle of cum on the tarmac. Cum that would be left behind and disintegrated by the sun and washed up by the rain, never to be seen again.
Danny was now “Rex”. The dumb obedient dog, that is ever so eager to please his master. Whether it be getting his ass fucked all day, waiting around in his cage for Master to come home or eating dog food from his dog bowel, Rex does it all. He does it for him… the person he loves the most. The only person that exists in Rex’s world… his owner.
Rex’s owner smiled. “C’mon boy. It’s time to go home…”
*Im sitting on the couch with a thick princess diaper and a princess looking movie cd next to me*
“Come sit next to me! Let’s make a deal! If you can watch this movie without wetting the diaper, then I’ll do whatever you want.”
*You think about it and it sounds ridiculous.*
“Aw is the little guy scared he will have an accident?”
*You shake your head thinking you are an adult. A few minutes later you are in the diaper and I put the movie in to play. I then pull out a bottle full of formula.*
“I’m not gonna make it that easy. Drink up sweetie.” *I say and feed you the bottle*
*you gulp down the contents of the bottle. It doesn’t make you feel manly but you are determined to win*
*20 minutes into the movie you are hating it. It is too childish for your liking and it feels like it is dragging on forever. Your bladder twinges but you put it off.*
*40 minutes go by and the movie is getting better. The princesses are super cool and it is getting kind of funny. Your bladder is full by now and you are rocking back and forth.*
*An hour into the movie you are loving it. Every joke is hilarious and you are wishing you had a dress just like the princess. But why would you want a dress? Aren’t you a big boy? You think you’re a big boy as you squirm all around doing the potty dance.*
*90 minutes in and this is your favorite movie! It has everything! You want to be just like the princesses! And you love that you’re in the princess diaper! Speaking of that, why are you holding your pee? You’re in a diaper*
*With a big sigh, you flood your princess diaper. The thought of wearing big boy pants seems so foreign to you. The credits begin to roll and you lost the bet, but you can’t really remember the bet. I reach down and give your diaper a squeeze.*
“Uh oh! I think I won the bet! Did you flood your pampers little one?”
*I ask mocking you. You giggle and nod your head feeling at bliss. Why wouldn’t you love flooding your diaper? A stomach cramp then comes along. But that doesn’t matter! You’re in a diaper!*
*With a grunt, you completely fudge the back of your princess diaper. You love the way it feels. I begin to bounce you roughly on my knee*
“PEEE YUUUU! Someone is a stinky lil baby! Do you like your full diapers? Do you like it when daddy teases you?”
*I ask as you nod your head. You begin to hump and grind on my leg in the messy diaper. Drool is caked around the thumb in your mouth. When did you start sucking on it? You don’t remember.*
“Such a good princess. Are you going to make stickies in your diaper for daddy? Go ahead little one.”
*you moan and go faster on my leg. Soon you let out warm squirts into your diaper. You can’t think of a better way to make stickies.*
“Good job little princess! Daddy is so proud of you! Hey have you seen a big boy around here? I can’t find him.”
*you quickly shake your head. There’s just a sissy diaper princess here who used to lie and say they were a big boy.*
Enema training part 3 You can see the diapie slowly fill up, tee hee hee…
"Don't worry boy, your mom filled me in on your 'Special PJs' situation. I've already told Mark to put his old plastic sheet back on the bed so you don't ruin his mattress..."
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Trapped
So ever considered what it would be like to be trapped in a crib laying on a vinyl mattress cover with hands and feet restrained? How about waist trapped too with locking diaper covers? Let’s add confinement in permanent metal chastity cage. But wait there’s more. Try this one for size for added terror, frustration, and denial. You have a WiFi controlled vibrating butt plug securely rammed up your bum bum. It’s a retention type plug so once carefully inserted with plenty of lubricant, it’s not slipping out even if you tried to expel the intrusive plug from your bottom. It gets worse, much much worse too. You’re made to go to bed at exactly 8:30 pm every night and have to drink a large baby bottle filled with water every 30 mins times 4 prior to bed. Add a generous dose of some medication that makes you sleep “like a baby” and behave like you’ve been given at least one full course of electro convulsive therapy (ECT). You have no way to resist because the therapies, hypnosis, and medication has made you powerless to resist. This is your new life. You now not only are wetting all night long due these therapies and a prior history of bedwetting nightly till age 12, but now you wet uncontrollably in the daytime. You may be in deep sleep for 1-2 hours or possibly 4-5 hours but you know that sooner or later your Mommy/caregiver/dominant is going to access the App to the vibrating butt plug and torment you for God knows how long. You’re utterly powerless to do anything but struggle tug kick snd pull against the restraints you find yourself in. At first glance this may seem exciting and thrilling but consider you can’t touch yourself and you are kept locked in chastity for months on end. The days of daily diaper masturbation are now a distant memory. Those days were fun. Wet a bunch and rub one off inside one’s soggy pampers. No mess no harm, just good clean fun teenager compulsive masturbation. All the little boys reading this know exactly what I’m talking about. However, your no longer a teenager at you’re an adult with adult responsibilities but you find yourself trapped in chastity cage permanently, uncontrollable wetting 24/7 x almost a year and you sleep in a crib. It’s no longer fun anymore because your keeper doesn’t allow you to make cummies in you pampers very often. Your penis has shrunk immensely too and it is no longer firm enough to have normal penetrative sex with your significant other. Your trapped and have nowhere to go except what you’re told to do by Mommy. This was exciting at first but about 6 months ago the transition to spontaneously wetting yourself in the daytime got you worried. So think this is a fantasy? Quite the opposite in fact. This is how one little former chronic diaper masturbation adult lives his life every day. He’s powerless too over trying to escape. Listen closely as the he struggles. You can hear his vinyl crib mattress crinkle and baby moaning. Too funny but also sad because this baby has no more freedom. He’s in baby jail forever! Daddy 🤣🤣🤣
It wasn’t the thick diapers you were wetting yourself in, or your butt cheeks still stinging from the last spanking..
It wasn’t the embarrassingly babyish clothes you had to wear, or the high chair you get fed in now..
It wasn’t even the institutional restraints, or those big, poofy, padded mitts that rendered you completely helpless, or the chastity cage that gave them total control over you..
No, it was the moment you realized that not only have they made you -want- your pacifier, but the fact that they’ve made you -need- your pacifier, to deal with all of the infantile frustrations and feelings you have now.
That’s the moment you realize that they’ve won.
It’s real.
They have completely dominated you, both mentally and physically.
They’ve transformed you into their helpless little plaything, and they have total control over you, now.
Connor has everything his fantasies could dream of, but he'll never be allowed to truly enjoy it for long. I've posted a story @ https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1513263 Here's a short preview!
As if sleeping in a crib wasn’t impressive enough commitment to keeping Connor babied and trapped, his playpen was the masterpiece in many ways. Fashioned just as a toddler’s wooden playpen would commonly appear, Connor’s custom design also stretched enormously to the ceiling. Taller than Connor, or Jacob, or Connor’s husband, its extreme height resembled something closer to a cell or an enclosure but with the aesthetic of a child’s play area. The door leading inside was the only deviation from this style, with its large handle and keyhole, not unlike the jail doors that gave inspiration for the design. Once inside, without the key, escape was impossible without finding a way to break the build. Both ends that reached the walls were robustly bolted in, and any attempts to damage the heavy timber bars would be slow, noticeable, and without doubt, supremely punished. Connor had not become stupid or desperate enough to attempt this yet. It was the perfect secure space, and where Connor spent the majority of his time feeling his mind drain against his will, amidst the infinite boredom his limited options did not help battle. He was granted infantile toys, to do with as he saw fit; building blocks, stacking rings, plushies, and plastic trains and cars to wheel around on the floor. He quickly learned he could either be bored and miserable, or try to engage himself with what was available. But there was only so much stimulation the toys could provide an adult brain. A television hung on the wall, for which he did not have the remote, and it played entertainment for a toddler, constantly. Everything from the dumbest, cheaply made animations teaching him the alphabet and counting, to mascot characters speaking out from the screen, to happy but humiliating singing and dancing playlists instructing him to copy the moves. This in particular was a humiliation usually avoided, unless Daddy or Jacob were feeling mean enough to encourage their happy baby to get up and play along to the screen. Connor once, and only once, defied his discomfort and stood on his spiked booties to switch the television off and end the torment of endless baby shows, and was left with silence for a week, until Daddy decided it was time to give it back. He learned to miss his shows, quickly, and never touched the device again. Of those shows, the ones that encouraged their audience to answer questions soon became a favourite for Connor, as he found himself sometimes answering along, supposedly because it gave him someone to speak to who wasn’t mocking him in return. Overall, Connor had to learn several times that revolting was not an option, but as his brain keep screaming for freedom it took some time for the lessons to sink in. The punishments proved effective, eventually, as it left him with enough memories of a stinging bottom, an excruciating enema, or endless boredom standing in the corner. The near-permanent mittens and spiked booties that he wore, along with a fat pacifier were constant physical reminders not to complain or even say anything that might be considered as adult communication. It had been a long time since he’d walked freely or used his own hands without the mittens, and was mostly certainly never unsupervised if they were removed for bathing. His unwillingness to commit to his full-time baby lifestyle had rendered him entirely helpless, and reliant, in his own home.
He was so proud of his block tower. Too bad it wasn't sturdy enough.
If you wanna be like this little cutie dm daddy now. 😘
Double-diapee and pajamas on daddy’s lap, what more could I ask for ?🙈
Daddy had a Little Dragon over for dinner!!🍼👶🏻🐉🔥💦
what I want from a Daddy
Treat me like a little boy. Help me me pick out what to wear, and help me put on my clothes. Ask me if I have to go to the bathroom before we go on trips in the car, because little boys don’t always remember to stop when they’re playing. Ask me which superhero is on my underpants today, and wonder out loud whether they’ll have to fight the Evil Pee Monster.
Check to make sure my pants aren’t wet every so often.
p loudly and say, “Uh-oh!” when you find I couldn’t stay dry. Take me by the hand to go change into something dryer, and more appropriate. Put on my pull-ups gently, but firmly, that you brought against my protests. Reassure me that it’s ok to have accidents sometimes, that’s just what little boys do. Give me my paci to calm me down when I fuss about my new, thicker underwear. Help me take my pants off so you can check my pull-ups when we get home. Ask me when my pull-ups got wet ,and how, and why didn’t I say anything to you. Take me over your lap when I admit I didn’t even try to make it to the potty. Pull down my wet pull-ups and spank me while commenting on how disappointed you are that I don’t seem to care about not going pee pee in my pants. Hold me close, and gently rub my red bottom and tell me it’s ok while I cry softly into your chest. Tell me that it’s bedtime, and therefore diaper time. Drag me away while I protest that I don’t need diapers, and it’s still daylight outside.
Ask me if I’ve already forgotten my sore bottom, since backtalk results in spankings. Lay me down on the diapers you laid out and powder and lotion my bottom. Tell me that I must be a very little boy indeed to still need diapers at my age. Ask me if I secretly wanted to be back in diapers when you see how turned on I’ve become. Tease me about my diapers getting wet during the night while you tape me securely into them. Give me my paci and cuddle me, and call me little one, and pat and rub my bottom while telling me that you don’t mind that I’m just a little boy, even when I’m naughty. Tell me that if I’m a good boy tonight but I also wet my diapers, maybe you’ll give me an extra special change only for really good boys in the morning.
I imagine a big strong daddy picking me up and putting me over his knee while telling me what a messy baby i am before i continue to let go and load my diapers like a baby as he bounces my tush mercilessly.. i just suck my paci and moan for daddy like a good baby..
Kevin’s unofficial ranking of the most humiliating moments from the day: –Waking up at 6 a.m. in his crib and hearing his wife STILL being fucked by his former boss Josh in the next room. They’d been at it since like 10 p.m.
–His wife coming in at 7 a.m., freshly fucked, beaming like he never made her in five years, and her taunting about what she’d just done while she removed the wet overnight Pampers and marched him into the tub for a bath. “Want to make sure you’re nice and clean for when our families come over today, sweetie.” –Moaning in pleasure when his wife stuck her finger in his pussy while giving him the bath while telling him, “Don’t worry, sissy, someday you’ll have daddy in there.” –His wife refusing to take off his cock cage when she taped him into his Pampers for the day. –Josh putting a bib on him at the breakfast table before his wife fed him some applesauce while Kevin and her enjoyed pancakes, eggs, and bacon. –Josh taking a pancake covered in syrup and mashing it into his face like someone would with a pie and Josh and his wife laughing hysterically until his wife came in with a wipe and cleaned him all up. –The look on his parents’ eyes and his in-laws’ eyes when his wife marched him into the living room and said, “We’ve had a few changes around here,” and then showing him off in his Pampers, all while he bawled and sucked on a pink pacifier while wearing a short T-shirt that read, “My wife Keeps me in Pampers.”
–Sitting silently in his playpen in the middle of the living room while his wife explained to his outraged parents why she was doing this and his mother-in-law said “I knew he was a bedwetting worthless wimp.”
–Everyone turning to him as they heard and then smelled him pooping his diapers right on schedule. His mom finally saying, “Well for god’s sake, can someone change him at least?”
–His wife refusing the request. “Not yet,” she said.
–Josh coming into the living room and his wife introducing him as her new lover, taking a seat and then waiting as she marched Kevin over to him in his poopy diaper and plopped him onto his knee.
–His new daddy pinning his arms behind his back and when the sissy moaned telling him, “Don’t make me handcuff you, sissy.”
–His dad heading out the door and his wife saying, “Frank, you’re gonna wanna watch this.”
–Josh bouncing him like a bouncing baby in his poopy Pampers up and down on his knee for what seemed like a half hour. Kevin feeling the mess spreading everywhere, feeling what it was like to truly be controlled by a man, being handled like a ragdoll, feeling all the eyes in the room on him and his messy diapers as he went bouncy bouncy bouncy, feeling his caged cock want to explode from the pleasure of the bouncing motion, hearing his mother-in-law burst out laughing and saying, “You think you’ve seen everything” and his wife replying, “Oh, believe me, mom, you haven’t seen anything yet when it comes to this diaper queer.”