Baby Bubba

1. Public paci usage - I’ve got my little tyke hooked back on his paci for regulation and comfort and he basically never takes it out his gob, this has lead to a couple of unfortunate incidents and tantrums where the boy won’t want to wear it in public ( say for example a cinema showing of Thomas the tank engine) but his behaviour worsens and he gets very anxious, I don’t want to not ever let him leave the nursery again 😆 as I think those moments in public where he fully realises that this is his life now are incredibly affirming / beneficially reinforcing for him, but I also dislike how much genuine worry it causes him.

2. New - I’ve found someone! Got drinking at an abdl event we hit it off, they were incredibly well receptive of the lifestyle dynamic all good. Went on a couple date. Introduced her to the kiddo all good. Something to note is I’m bisexual and this person is woman, my toddler back when he was allowed to be a grown up identified as gay. This dynamic is making his little head spin slightly, do you have any ideas or notions on to help make him feel more at home with his mummy. The little man is currently on a liquid diet and my girlfriend did suggest that she’d be comfy taking lactation supplements so she could nurse him which he has expressed interest in before (idk I’d just love your opinion generally on this as it’s a very unique situation that you also seem to have an insight into)

3 - I’d also just love a breakdown of the small reinforcements you push onto your little one to help keep him in headspace, it was really hard for ours at the beginning to let go and whilst he’s come leaps and bounds into understanding he is not a big-boy anymore it still does occasionally rear its ugly head. The wand with baby food is inspired and we have adopted it! Is there anything else or similar you do that helps keeps your little one’s head nice and correct that I could pinch from you 😆

All the best

Daddy Al

Well, that is a very detailed question if I’ve ever seen one! Thanks very much for asking, I always enjoy diving deep into our dynamic, so that’s ideal.

1. The "paci in public" situation has never really been an issue with my little one. He does love using his paci during the day or night, but isn’t attached to it to the point of needing it in public. That’s something I’ve always paid attention to because I try to be mindful of others around us and wouldn’t like it to be too obvious. Of course, there’s in reality nothing wrong with someone using a pacifier, but it could be surprising or disturbing to some and I wouldn’t want them to be affected by it. That’s only my opinion. How about putting his pacifier in his pocket for reassurance, or replacing it by another way to soothe him such as a small plushie or babyish keychain? Do you hold his hand in the street? Thats definitely something I recommend and do with my little guy. Nothing more reassuring than holding daddy’s hand in public. Otherwise if you have a car, I guess a pacifier inside isn’t an issue and could be a temporary fix to make him feel better!

2. Congratulations on meeting someone, that’s exciting and will for sure bring a new side of your relationship which will be full of experiences. That is something I have also been experiencing the last few months as I also met someone (Woohoo!🎉). You may have seen a few hints in my previous posts, especially when I talked about an “extra pair of hands” to deal with my pamperpacker. 😉 The only difference is that the person I met is a man, so there’s no shift as major as in your dynamic, but the end result is the same. It is very tough for a little one to get used to someone new. Just think about it. You start as a couple, then slowly regress him and now he has to share you as well? Tough! But this is what they need and what will make them happy eventually. However, this must be a common agreement between the two of you that he is OK with it. Once this is agreed, you’ll need to go step by step. Start with a meeting during the day with the three of you, then with a dinner, a picnic, a movie night. Small moments that will help you all bond together and form a “family spirit”. Then once he has gotten used to it a little more, how about your new partner staying overnight? That will be another kind of emotions for your little one. And from then, keep adding little steps to ease into this new lifestyle. Do not force things and make it natural. Don’t go too quick into giving your partner responsibilities with your little one, otherwise that may quickly become too overwhelming for both parts! The time will come and it will be all the more enjoyable and rewarding.

It is all about taking time and making sure everyone is happy and comfortable. I’d be happy to share more about how my little guy and new partner got used to being around each other so that our little family got together nicely! Would you all be interested?

3. Of course, there are a lot of ways to get your little back into the right headspace. I’m glad the wand and babyfood combo was a great inspiration!

Other suggestions that come to mind would be:

- to encourage your little one to babble;

- to set a chart with weekly “babyish” objectives such as having a drooly bib, filling his Pamps, eating with his hands, playing with certain toys, color and animal learning with daddy, etc;

- make sure to use humbling and embarrassing sentences such as “you’re too little for that”, “this is for big boys only”, “do you think someone who messes his Pamps gets to do this?”. There’s never too many of them. Always good to remind him of his place, and blushy cheeks are always cute!

- create a routine around something that you know will make him feel little instantly. More than 2 years ago when I started this new lifestyle with my kiddo, I bought him a classic sticker book where he could create his own animal character and dress them up with the silliest outfits. It was a random purchase and I never thought it would become a routine and something that we would still do together every week to this day! He is now always in a little’s headspace, but whenever I feel like there may be a tiny bit of big boyness trying to sneak past his paddings, I bring out the sticker book, put him on my lap and he falls right back into being a little boy. It will be your job to find what could be the trigger, but it is a lovely thing to have. Kind of like a superpower 😉

I hope this helps, thanks again for those great questions.

There isn't a good answer for this to be honest. It's all going to be up to personal circumstances to really decide how to best deal with difficulties relating to the life style.

I will say this, if you are dead set certain you want to be in diapers 24-7 you need to understand that others WILL know. Once you just accept it and move on, life gets easier.

Think of it this way, if you could flick a switch and turn yourself incontinent, how would you handle it? Probably wearing diapers as discreetly as possible while still giving yourself the protection you need? How could anyone fault you for doing that? So just be honest with yourself and put yourself into the "I actually need them" mindset. That mental jump made a huge difference for me personally.

Is it awkward changing when I have friends over? Yeah! But I go to the bathroom privately like anyone else and change standing up. They obviously have heard me do it, tapes are not quiet. But they accept me for who I am and understand that I need them.

Family should be a very similar thing. And if they are toxic and don't understand, don't even try and make them. You should know in your heart of hearts what the right choice in your life is. Nobody else's opinions on the subject matters. Be proud of taking action to better your life ❤.

Tldr: If you want to be 24-7 like an incontinent individual, then act like one, with grace. Hold your head up high, and if anyone asks, your taking care of yourself, end of discussion. Explore a little bit, maybe try public 24-7 in small stints and see if it gets easier. If you simply just can't get yourself over that hump, 24-7 just might not be for you and that's totally ok too

Talking Him Through It

“You had to have known this was coming, didn’t you baby?" She said, "Be honest with me. Did you really think you were just going to be peeing in your diapers all the time and that was it? That you’d get to keep some scrap of big-boy dignity while waddling around in thick padding?" She let the silence hang. "No… deep down you knew this moment was inevitable. You knew that one day you’d be right here, on your knees, feeling that heavy pressure build, and you’d have no choice but to make your first real poopy diaper right in front of me.”

Mike let out a soft, mortified whimper, his face already burning crimson as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, eyes darting away. “Valerie… please,” he whispered, voice shaking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t think it would actually go this far. I can’t… it’s too humiliating. Can we please not do this? I don't think I can--”

"Shh..." Valerie said, pressing a finger firmly to his lips to silence him. "No more of that whining. This is how it is now. This is your new normal. And protesting only makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. You’re just going to have to accept it.”

The tension thickened unbearably. Mike’s breathing turned shallow and ragged, soft desperate whines as he clenched instinctively, trying to fight the inevitable. His hands fidgeted at his sides, knees pressing hard into the rug while waves of humiliation crashed over him.

“I really can’t do this,” he whined, voice cracking pathetically. “It’s going to be so gross and—and—and...Please, Val! I’m begging you! Please don't make me do this...”

Valerie tilted her head slightly, her expression calm and almost sweetly pitying as she looked down at him. “Oh, sweetie… I’m not making you do anything. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one who begged me to put you in diapers in the first place.”

Mike shook his head desperately, tears already welling in his eyes. “But I didn't want this!" He whined, "I just wanted to feel little and taken care of. Maybe wet a diaper or two. But I never thought you’d actually make me do…all of this!"

Valerie gave a soft, amused chuckle and reached out to cup his burning cheek, gently wiping away a leaky tear with her thumb. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t do anything half-assed. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to treat you like my widdle baybee. Well, this is what that looks like. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts feel good and which parts are too gross or embarrassing. I was being nice before, letting you use the potty for your dirty business. But those days are over. The diapers aren’t just for cute little wettings anymore...they’re your potty now. For all of it. This is what you asked for. Now you’re going to live with it."

Mike let out another broken whimper, face burning with shame. “Please… I’m begging you. Just this once, can’t we—”

But before he could get out another word, a pacifier was pressed into his mouth.

"Shhh...no more talking," she said, her tone firm and unsympathetic. “Just pushing. You’re done protesting. Now be a good boy and focus on filling that diaper like you know you need to.”

Mike’s made pathetic little sounds around the pacifier as he sucked on it instinctively. His face burned hotter than ever, tears of pure shame glistening in his eyes. He tried to look down, to avoid that look, as if it would give him some semblance of privacy, but Valerie lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing his gaze back up to hers.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes up here. I want to watch your face while you do it. Let Mommy see every little grunt, every little squint, every little strain. Feel that pressure building stronger and stronger? That’s your body telling you it’s time for your first poopy diaper. This is how it goes from now on. Now relax your bottom… it’s time. Let Mommy see exactly what a helpless little pants-pooper looks like!”

The pacifier quivered in his mouth. Mike held out for another long, agonizing moment, muffled whines vibrating around the silicone as his cheeks puffed slightly from sucking on it. Then, with a shaky, defeated breath, he finally gave in.

The first hesitant push came slowly. His face contorted in visible effort, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed half-shut in embarrassment as he stared up at her. A faint, muffled crackling sound broke the silence as the seat of the diaper began to expand, the bright little cars stretching obscenely while the warm, mushy mess pushed out. The sensation hit him instantly: the growing warmth, the heavy bulge forming between his legs, the unmistakable squish beginning to settle against him. Fresh shame flooded his cheeks as the reality sank in, he was actually doing it, right in front of her, grunting softly around the pacifier.

“Awww!! There we go!!” Valerie giggled, her voice warm with approval but still laced with that unyielding dominance. “You're doing it! You're making poo-poo's!! Ah-ah! Don't look away! Eyes on me. Just like that. Theeere we go!! Good boy! Your first poopy diaper as a grown man!! How's that feel, hmm? Go on! Keep pushing! Get it alllll out into your widdle diapy!! This is how you go potty from now on! Right here on your knees, facing Mommy, filling your diaper while I watch every humiliating second of your face. No more bathrooms, no more dignity. Just warm, squishy messes in your pants whenever nature calls."

Mike let out a higher, mortified whine around the pacifier as another he continued pushing, his cheeks flushing deeper, eyes watering as the diaper grew even heavier, the material rounding out noticeably.

"Just like that, baby! You're doing so well!!" she continued, leaning in closer. "Look at you making biggg boom-booms in your diaper where the little cars go vroom vroom!! Hahaha! Mommy can see that diaper sagging more and more with every little push! Feel that warm mush filling up your seat? Mommy's so proud of you!"

The smell began to drift upward, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Oof!" Valerie wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. "Stinky boy!! Is that you?? Are you the one making all that smell?? You're doing so amazing, sweetheart! Making a big, stinky present for Mommy! That's it. Keep pushing, baby...get it all out! I want that diaper nice and full for your very first time.”

He whimpered helplessly around the pacifier, knees trembling as the diaper sagged lower and lower, the back growing thick and heavy with a final, unmistakable crinkle. The warm, mushy weight settled heavily against him, and the pungent smell became impossible to ignore.

“That’s my good little diaper boy,” she cooed, pinching his crimson cheek, “doing his big stinky business right where he’s supposed to.”

Mike stayed on his knees, breathing shakily around the pacifier, the thick, warm mess squishing with every tiny movement. He didn’t know what was worse: the heavy, squishy feeling or the awful smell now hanging in the air. His face burned with utter shame.

“All done?” Valerie asked cheerfully.

Mike gave a small, defeated nod.

“Say ‘all done!’” she instructed, demonstrating the little hand sign she used when feeding him, raising her hands and twisting them. “Come on! Do the sign like a good baybee!”

Blushing furiously, Mike mimicked the stupid motion back at her with shaky hands while mumbling “aw done” around the pacifier. Nothing like telling your wife that you're done crapping all over yourself.

Valerie clapped her hands rapidly in delight. “Yayy!!! You did it, baby! Your first poopy diaper like the pathetic little boi you are now! And there will be sooo many more just like it in your future! But first…”

She leaned forward and gently plucked the pacifier from his mouth.

“I need to hear you say it,” she said, her voice sweet but commanding. “Tell Mommy exactly what you just did. Use your big-boy words. What happened back there? Be specific and honest about what a messy, stinky baby you’ve become. Make it good if you want any chance of being changed.”

Mike hesitated, another tiny mortified whine escaping him. Fresh waves of embarrassment washed over his face, but her expectant silence pressed down until he finally mumbled, red-faced and defeated, barely above a whisper:

“I… I went p-p-p-poo-poo's, Mommy... I...m-messed myself… ”

“Louder, sweetie. Don’t mumble. Tell me what a stinky little pants-pooper you are now.”

He swallowed hard, tears of humiliation pricking at his eyes. “I pooped my diaper… I went potty in my pants like a stupid baybee. I filled it all up and now it’s all squishy and stinky back there… and...and..." he didn't know what else to say. What words could capture how degraded he felt?

But Valerie nodded, satisfied, her voice steady and final, wrinkling her nose slightly with a knowing smile as the smell lingered. "That’s right. Your first dirty diaper, and far from the last. This is exactly how it goes from now on. No more fighting it. No more big-boy excuses or dignity. When you have to go, you come tell Mommy what you need to do...or you use your diaper right then and there."

She paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mike's throat tightened.

“But I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for me before you get changed, mmkay pumpkin?" She let the silence and anticipation hang again, then continued, "Since this is your first one, I need you to really feel it. To get used to it. So I’m gonna need you to sit down on your bum-bum, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”

Mike’s eyes widened in fresh horror. “Val… please, no,” he whispered, voice cracking, wriggling in the ruined diaper. “It’s already so gross and heavy… Please don’t make me—”

“Awww, poor baby!!" Valerie cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Look at you! all teary-eyed and cringing. It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy knows it feels yucky right now. But this is part of it. You wanted to be my little boy in diapers… so now you have to learn what that really means.”

"But can't I just—"

"Do you want to stay in that warm, squishy, stinky diaper even longer?" Valerie snapped, her voice turning firm and sharp. "Because I can leave you like this allll afternoon if you’d rather. Your choice.”

Mike sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking. But she was right, he didn't want to stay in this nasty mess any longer. Defeated, he shook his head ‘no’.

“Then sit,” she said sweetly, but with steel underneath. “Right on your bulgey little bottom. Now.”

The heavy, mushy weight already felt unbearable. Humiliated beyond words, he slowly lowered himself onto the striped rug.

The moment his bottom made contact, the warm mess squished loudly beneath him with a wet, crinkly squelch. The thick load spread out, pressing up and around him in the most degrading way imaginable. He let out a sharp, mortified cry, his whole body cringing from his toes to his spine as the mush molded disgustingly against his skin.

“Therrre we go!!” Valerie cooed, her voice flipping back to that soft, motherly tone. “Hear that squish? Feel how it’s all spreading and smearing inside your diapy? That’s your big stinky poo-poo's, baby! You made that! All of that! Now wriggle for Mommy… bounce up and down. Really feel it squishing everywhere. Good boy.”

Mike whimpered and cried, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks as he obeyed. He shifted his weight from side to side, then gave a small, reluctant bounce. The mess squelched loudly again, spreading further and coating him more thoroughly. Another broken sob escaped him.

“Shhh, shhh...that's it. Cry it out, baby. Let it all sink in.” Valerie said, feigning pity while her eyes sparkled with amusement. She reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Such a sad widdle baybee sitting in his own dirty diaper. Does it feel all warm and nasty back there? Does it feel gross? Poor thing… but you’re going to get sooo used to this. I promise! This heavy, stinky, squishy feeling? It's your new normal. No more running to the bathroom like a real grown-up. Just you squatting and pottying in your pampers whenever you need to."

It was his fault. It was all his fault.

He asked for this. He wanted the diapers, he wanted her to take control. But he should have known. He should have thought it all the way through. He just never thought it would lead to...this.

She let him sit there for a long moment, letting the reality sink deep into his bones, before finally standing up from the couch. She held out her hand, smiling down at him with that sweet, knowing smile.

Back in early 1984, you were still the big man of the house — or so you thought.

Cocky, loud, always “messing around” after one too many beers from the mini-fridge, bragging how you’d never be tamed, how your wife was “lucky” to have such a strong husband. You’d laugh off her quiet sighs, her disappointed glances when you came home late reeking of cheap whiskey and bar smoke. She read her romance novels in silence on that floral sofa, sipping tea from the good china, listening to soft oldies on the little transistor radio 📻☕. You called her “doll,” patted her ass like it was still the 70s, told her to “lighten up.”

Then came the night you pushed too far.

You “messed around” one time too many — got sloppy, got mean, maybe even raised your voice. She didn’t yell back. She just stared, calm, cold. The next morning you woke up groggy… and wet. Not just a little damp spot. Soaked. Through your tightie-whities. You laughed it off as a fluke, blamed the beer. She didn’t laugh. She smiled sweetly and said, “We’re going to fix that big-boy attitude of yours, darling.”

That afternoon she marched you — still protesting — into the spare room she’d quietly turned into a nursery while you were out “being a man.” Pastel curtains, wooden crib bars polished to a shine, changing table stocked. She’d been planning this. For months.

You fought. Called her crazy. She didn’t flinch. She pinned you with surprising strength (she’d been doing Jane Fonda workouts in secret 💪), stripped you bare, powdered your shriveled package while you squirmed and cursed, then taped on the thickest, crinkliest adult diaper she’d mail-ordered from that discreet catalog — the kind with the loud plastic backing and baby-powder scent that filled the whole room. You begged. You threatened. She just shushed you like a fussy toddler.

“Big boys who can’t control themselves need protection, sweetie. And big mouths need pacifiers.” 😗🔇

She locked the nursery door. Took your wallet, your car keys, your cigarettes. Burned your “manly” leather jacket in the backyard while you watched from the window in nothing but your new crinkly prison. She changed the locks. She changed the rules.

Now it’s 1986. Two years deep in your new life.

You stand in the crib she had custom-built — too tall to climb out, bars you can’t bend. Shirtless, muscled chest heaving in humiliation, thick white diaper sagging between your legs after yet another messy accident you couldn’t stop. The room smells of baby powder, baby shampoo, and your own shame. You grip the rails, face red, tears streaking, screaming in that deep voice that used to intimidate her… but now just sounds pathetic.

Down the hall she sits on the couch — legs crossed, blonde hair perfect, floral blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease, reading her latest bodice-ripper with a knowing smirk. The radio plays “Total Eclipse of the Heart” low and sultry. A fresh cup of tea steams beside her 📖☕. She’s Mommy now. Fully. Irreversibly. You’re her little — her diaper boy — her property.

She glances up when your wails hit a new pitch.

“Aww, is my big strong hubby messy again already? 😏💦

Didn’t I tell you no more ‘messing around’?

Look at you — all red-faced and stinky in your cribby. So much for the tough guy, hmm?

Mommy’s in charge now, baby.

No more big-boy pants. No more big-boy decisions.

Just crinkles, bottles, spankings… and lots of cuddles when you finally behave. 💕🍼

Now settle down before I come in there and give you a very public diaper change in front of the neighbors. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? 😈👶

Who’s my good little boy?

Say it.

Say ‘Mommy owns me.’

Louder.

Or the paci goes back in — and the door stays locked till morning.”

She turns the page. Smiles wider.

You sob harder… but somewhere deep down, the fight is gone.

The man you were is just a memory.

This is your life now.

Padded.

Powerless.

Hers.

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It was 7PM, and I was in my crib all ready for an early bedtime. Usually being in my crib this early meant that I had been naughty and had earned a punishment, but that wasn’t the case tonight. Tonight I had taken a deal.

Mommy was having a friend over. Her name was Rachel —or Auntie Rachel as mommy now insisted I call her. Rachel had told Mommy that she had never seen Breaking Bad, so mommy invited her over to watch the masterpiece with her.

But there was one issue, according to Mommy. Breaking Bad was not age-appropriate for “little ones” like me, she said. Hence the early bedtime — so mommy and auntie Rachel could watch their adult show away from “naughty little eyes” as mommy had put it.

Upon hearing the news, tears began to well in my eyes, and my fists clenched — the telltale signs of an impending temper tantrum. Mommy knew it, I knew it.

Mommy, either out of charity or pity, told me that there was a silver lining. This paused my imminent temper tantrum enough for her to offer me a deal:

Since I had been a good boy recently, she said I could have unlimited screen time on my tablet tonight as long as I was willing to be put down in my crib by 7PM. It had been a long time since I binged any show. This deal was too good to pass up, so I agreed.

Now, hours later, I laid in my crib with my tablet. I could hear the faint sounds of Breaking Bad playing in the other room along with the occasional gasps from Mommy and Auntie Rachel.

I opened Netflix. I had watched —and thoroughly enjoyed— Breaking Bad, but I had never finished it. I wanted to, but I watched the show before I had told Mommy about my most intimate and babyish desires. I watched the show back before my days were made up of nap times, diaper changes, and playtime. It had been so long since I’ve watched anything rated higher than PG.

I clicked on the adult profile of Netflix, and my heart sank when it asked me for a password. In my desperation, I had misconstrued unlimited screen time for unlimited tablet privileges.

Tears began to form in my eyes, and I was only comforted by the suckling of my paci. In this moment, I realized how babyish I actually was. This wasn’t pretend or a fantasy anymore; I wasn’t allowed to watch big kid shows, I couldn’t use the potty, and my paci was the only thing keeping me from having a full on meltdown in my crib.

After a few moments of intense suckling, I opened the kids profile on Netflix and started watching My Little Pony, resigned to my fate of being Mommy’s little forever.

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"Is that Harris on the floor? Lying on his stomach?” said one of the men.

“Yes.”

“Why is he wearing such a bright blue shortall? And it’s so tight!”

“I like it on him that way.”

“Wait, why is his bum so big?” the man said as he walked over to Harris, now seeing his face.

“Well, accidents happened,” said the other, who had the authority over Harris.

“He’s sucking on a pacifier! A huge one!” the man laughed, “What accidents? Did he hit his head and become dumb as a baby?”.

“Worst, do you remember I told you I’m letting Harris stay with me for a while? He said he needed some help between jobs. Let’s just say maybe it was the stress, but my guest room’s bed got soaked more than a few times,” he said, lowered himself to the floor, and patted Harris’s diaper a few times.

“Hence the diapers?”

“Hence the diapers, yes.”

“Okay, but why the whole big baby shtick?”

“Because little Harris doesn’t only wet the bed, but he also needs guidance and help with his adult world. So we decided, actually, I, of course, that at home he’ll be my little boy, and I’ll be his mentor, navigating his adult life. Tomorrow he has his first job interview in a long time! Isn’t that exciting Harry?”

“And he just let you treat him this way? Letting me see him this way? How is he not taking off his diaper right now, or at least his pacifier?”

“A moment ago, you asked if he hit his head? Well, I hit his bare ass, making it all red and hurt. He knows I’m here for him and only what I say goes. If not, he’ll see himself over my knee, or back to the streets.”

“I guess being nursed and baby pampered back to adulthood is better than sleeping in his car.”

“It is, and I tell you what, he also loves it! Flip him over and tickle him, you’ll see!”

Harris was flipped over by the manly guest. Smells of baby powder filled his nostrils, coming from inside the shortalls and diaper.

He was humiliated to the bone. His cheeks were red and puffy, in contrast to the blue pacifier he still nursed on. The man kneeled next to him and was about to tickle him. He had a manly scent, not bad, but like a man who came home late at night.

It was all true. The life complexity, his night accidents, giving control to another, so maybe he could get his life back together. This new form of living gave him comfort and thoughts of a brighter future. Harris thought of the idea of getting the job tomorrow, and it’s all because he gave in to being someone’s baby. He began to smile with joy.

The man tickled him, and tickled and tickled. Harris knew not to resist with his hand, just to move a bit. He started to laugh, as so the manly guest. The man didn’t stop, and Harris laughed so hard, he was about to pee.

He just let go in his diaper, in bright blue shortalls, sucking on a pacifier, while a strange man tickled him on the floor.

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“You sit here on the toilet and be quiet,” Daddy said as he took your hand towards it and forced you to sit on the closed lid, in a very wet and uncomfortable diaper.

“I need to shave before we take our shower together,” he said, preparing his stuff before him.

You sat there, pouty and upset. You wanted to be out of this so soggy diaper. It was uncomfortable from the moment you woke up. Even the fact you woke up to Daddy spooning you into his chest didn’t help. You want to be out of bed and out of that diaper.

Daddy took off his clothes, moving around in front of the mirror. His cock was dangling, flaccid yet big, much bigger than yours. Even flaccid it was bigger than your little stiffed peepee. You looked at his cock and thought about yours, little and stuffed inside a wet night diaper. It was so moist, that even when you started to get a hard-on, it was uncomfortable there on the toilet.

Daddy’s body was bulky and manly. His upper body was firm and wide, his legs girthy like wooden logs. He was naked, his cock hanging there, big and free.

You sat on the toilet. Wearing an almost overflowing diaper. Your small peepee was stuffed in there.

“But Daddy, can you at least take my diaper off? Please?” you begged.

“You know that only I can take it off, and look at me now,” he was holding his blade up and his face full of shaving foam, “Now I’m busy. So, be a good boy and stay quiet. If not, go get your pacifier.”

You didn’t want your pacifier. You didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of shutting you up with it. So you just sat there.

A diaper boy, on a toilet. Waiting to take a shower with his Daddy.

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It was early morning, and soft lights got through the shades of your nursery. They moved you there recently after you were surprised with this new project. They thought it was time to take your new lifestyle to new and necessary heights. You weren’t seen as a man anymore. You acted, dressed, and treated around the house as a toddler at most. A nursery with a crib was a natural step.

You woke up slowly, after a long deep sleep. They tucked you in around 9:00 pm. You slept so heavily that you thought you wet yourself more than usual because your thick diaper felt heavier around your waist. You were on your belly, hugging your teddy bear, still sucking on your relaxing pacifier.

“Good morning” “Good morning sexy” You heard voices from your recent master bedroom. Where you used to sleep on a king-size bed and have grown-up sex. But they moved you, like a kid, to this babyish room, a nursery. Now they slept in the master bedroom, and you were not. You were the master of this house, and then you were not.

Your belly began to ache, you needed to go number two in your diaper soon.

“Do you want to go check on the baby?” “No need, if he’ll need us we’ll hear the baby monitor. Now turn to your back, fuck you are so sexy.” The voices and bed noises came from across the hall.

You also turned to lay on your back, still holding your bear, still sucking your pacifier. Your bowels were starting to rumble.

“Legs up!” A deep sexy voice came from the grown-ups.

You also raised your knees towards the chest, knowing the best babyish position to let it go in your diaper.

A grunting noise came from the baby monitor. “Don’t worry about him, he must be just pooping his diaper, ignore the big baby”

You grunted in your crib, making noises. They moaned in the master bedroom, making noises.

You pushed. They pushed. You sucked. They sucked. You hugged your teddy bear. They held each other. You made your final effort and pooped your diaper. They made their final efforts and had incredible orgasms. You were sticky. They were sticky.

Your natural baby instincts made you cry for a change behind your pacifier. You were heard from the baby monitor.

“Let him cry for a bit, he has to learn we won’t run to every cry, or he’ll be such a needy baby”