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You’ve been watching him for weeks.

The world had changed so much in the last few years. Men, boys, really, were regressing everywhere. Some fought it, clinging to their old lives, their old selves, but most eventually gave in. The media, the cartoons, the subtle shifts in society, it all pushed them toward toddlerhood, toward diapers, toward the comforting arms of a mommy. And for those who embraced it, there were places like this: a cozy, sunlit apartment where little boys in onesies and overalls gathered, their stuffed animals in tow, their diapers crinkling with every step.

You’ve been coming to these munches for months now. Most of the boys here are already fully regressed, their lives revolving around their mommies, their diapers, their pacifiers. But Rob? Rob is different. Rob still has a big boy job.

He’s new. Not to regression, oh no, he’s been in diapers for a while, you can tell by the way he moves, the way he fidgets when he’s wet but to this. New to these muches.

Rob is always early to arrive. He sits quietly in the corner, his stuffed rabbit clutched tightly to his chest, his overalls straining just a little over the thick bulge of his diaper. He never asks for help. Never complains. Never even hints at needing a change, no matter how long he’s been squirming. You’ve watched him, seen the way his fingers dig into the fabric of his overalls when he’s wet, the way his cheeks flush when he thinks no one’s looking. He’s so used to handling everything himself that the idea of asking for help doesn’t even cross his mind.

And that, more than anything, breaks your heart.

Today, you decide to change that.

The munch is in full swing, mommies chatting over coffee, little boys playing with blocks or coloring, the air filled with the soft rustle of diapers and the occasional giggle. Rob is perched on the edge of the couch, his rabbit pressed to his chest, his legs squeezed tightly together. He’s been fidgeting for the last half hour, his fingers twisting the ears of his stuffed friend, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

You slide onto the couch beside him, close enough that your thigh brushes against his. He tenses, his body going rigid, but he doesn’t pull away.

“You’re so quiet today,” you murmur, your voice warm, inviting. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

Rob swallows hard, his fingers tightening around his rabbit. “I’m fine, thanks,” he says, but his voice is too high, too tight. A lie. A bad one.

You reach out, your fingers gently brushing the back of his hand. “You don’t look fine,” you say softly. “You’ve been squirming for ages. Are you wet?”

His face burns crimson. He doesn’t answer, but the way his legs press together, the way his breath hitches, tells you everything you need to know.

You don’t push. Not yet. Instead, you lean in just a little closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You don’t have to do everything alone, you know.”

Rob’s breath catches. His eyes flicker to yours, wide and uncertain, before darting away again. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to.

You stand, holding out your hand. “Come on,” you say, your voice gentle but firm. “Let’s get you into a fresh diaper.”

Rob hesitates. His fingers twist in the fabric of his rabbit’s ears, his lower lip trembling. He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t refuse. He just stares at your outstretched hand like it’s a lifeline he’s afraid to grab.

You wait.

And then, slowly, his hand slips into yours.

The nursery is warm, the walls painted a soft pastel blue, the changing table already stocked with fresh diapers, wipes, and cream. Rob stands in the center of the room, his rabbit clutched to his chest, his eyes darting between you and the changing table. He’s trembling, not from fear, but from something deeper, something he’s never let himself want before.

You guide him backward until the back of his knees hits the edge of the table. “Up you go,” you murmur, lifting him with ease, his slight weight nothing compared to the warmth flooding your chest.

Rob whines as you lay him down, his overalls already unbuttoned, the thick, sagging diaper beneath exposed. It’s heavy, the plastic crinkling with every shift of his hips, the front bulging with the weight of his accidents. His face burns with shame, but you only smile, your fingers tracing the outline of the wetness.

“Such a good boy,” you coo, your voice thick with affection. “You’ve been peeing alot, haven’t you?”

Rob nods, his lower lip trembling. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

The diaper tabs come undone with a soft rip, the sound making Rob flinch. You peel the soggy diaper away from his skin, folding it in on itself, the scent of his accident filling the air. Rob whimpers, his hands covering his face, but you only hum, your touch never wavering.

You clean him with slow, deliberate strokes, the wipe gliding over his sensitive skin, wiping away every trace of his accident. Rob shivers under your touch, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his rabbit’s ears.

He whines, his voice breaking.

“Shhh,” you soothe, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “I’ve got you now.”

The fresh diaper is thick, the plastic backing crinkling as you unfold it beneath him. Rob’s breath hitches as you lift his hips, sliding the diaper into place, the soft fabric pressing against his skin. You take your time taping it snugly around his waist, your fingers lingering on the smooth plastic, adjusting the fit until it’s perfect.

Rob is trembling by the time you’re done, his cheeks wet with tears he didn’t even realize he was crying. You wipe them away with your thumb, your touch impossibly gentle.

“There,” you murmur, pressing one final kiss to his forehead. “All better.”

Rob looks up at you, his eyes wide and glistening. “T-thank you,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion.

You smile, your heart so full it could burst. “Anytime, sweetheart,” you say, helping him sit up, your hands steadying him as he finds his balance. “You never have to do it alone again.”

"Enjoy your messy diaper for the night baby girl. Perhaps next time you won't take your diaper off without permission."

The blue coven

He made it as far as the window.

In hindsight that was actually pretty good, the magic grabbed him and held him in place. "I have had enough of this. Do you really think I'd just let you jump out of the window?" She sighed deeply. "I see there's no option in it, I'll have to make this permanent."

Held firmly in the window flhe felt the diaper he could not see. It was wrapped around his waist and secured by tapes. "I really hate hopeless cases."

The blue coven witch was one of many. As witches go, they were likely the strongest. Hell bent on removing bad people from society, they would capture people committing crimes and rehabilitate them. At least that's what this one, Josephine, had told him. Josephine had caught him trying to have his way with a woman. She had litterally dragged him for 3 miles, then she hauled him through the trees for a few more, finally she let him have a taste of being flown the rest of the way.

Yes, in hindsight he deserved it.

On arriving at what looked like a worn down shack, he was surprised to find a modern and comfortable dwelling inside. She wasted no time stripping his tattered clothes off. She mostly healed the scratches and cuts. Finally she put him in his new wardrobe, diapers. She said "this is only until you learn to behave like an adult." That's was 6 months ago.

In that time he had tried to escape more times than he could count. Taking the diaper off was a must since she could track him with the diaper. This time he had gotten it off and almost out of the house.

"Well then, let's get it over with. No point in delaying the inevitable." He had no idea what she was talking about.

"Stay on your hands and knees or there will be a most unpleasant spanking and whipping to go with it." That threat was enough to hold him in place.

She sat behind him, and he felt the stir of magic. It felt like static electricity, all your hair seemed to stand on edge at the same time it felt like life.

This time the magic was introduced to the diaper. The first bit didn't seem to really do anything except make him feel less stressed. She'd done that multiple times to make him more compliant. But it had only ever been one orb.

The second orb, made him realize she was doing something. His whole body seemed to just be letting go.

The third was the clincher though. His bowls relaxed. He immediately flooded the diaper unwillingly. His face a mask of shock, she patted his bottom. "I'll change you in a minute, its to be expected, but you won't be holding it ever again."

This couldn't be happening, he thought. She'd put him in diapers but never anything like this. "You're crazy!!!!" He yelled.

"Watch your tone with me boy. That spanking can still be delivered." She snapped back. "In any case," she continued in a calmer tone, "you will be here forever, it can be a good thing or a bad thing, that will be up to you." She breathed a sigh again.

The now soiled diaper between his legs began to reek.

His shock had not really subsided but it was becoming clear that escape attempts were at an end.

Diapers are a girls best friend.

They keep your man faithful, after all, who would he be willing to try with?

They keep the bathroom clean, he's not using them anymore.

Makes him humble, tired of male bravado? Its hard to be bold when youre getting powdered for you next pamper.

Keeps him attentive, he needs a change? He will make sure youre happy.

No more surprises with damp underwear or streak marks.

Simulating urge incontinence with strict toilet discipline.

I write a program that sets random alarms for you throughout the day. Your smart watch vibrates...

1-2 times an hour while you're awake

2-3 times in the middle of the night

The moment you feel the vibration, you must stop whatever you're doing and rush to the nearest toilet. It doesn't matter if you don't have to pee; the alarm won't stop until you email my bot a timestamped photo of your panties around your ankles as you squat on the potty for the umpteenth time.

After two or three days, you're exhausted and frustrated. You can't get anything done. You can't get a good night's sleep. Every decision in your life revolves around making sure you're never too far from a toilet.

By the end of the week, you just want your life back. You want to be free from the stupid fucking toilet. And you know my price for ending the game.

Katy the Babysitter

You were desperately waiting outside the bathroom, needing to use the toilet. The night had gotten late, and the party outside had gotten lively. One by one, people had started to leave, and you'd completely lost track of time as you drank and laughed along with your friends, until the all-too-familiar pressure in your bladdar gently warned you to take your leave.

Excusing yourself, you briskly made your way to the nearest bathroom, where you were met by a firmly locked handle. As you tried to turn it, it clicked loudly, juddering to a halt. From the bathroom, you heard a faint, musical voice. "One minute!!"

Oh god, it was Katy, the host. She was housesitting for a family she usually babysat for and had decided to throw this little get-together at the last minute. So this was where she had ended up. Not five minutes ago, she had stood, drunkenly exclaiming she was going to make use of the pool, and that she hadn't brought her bikini here for nothing. No man had dared to argue with her logic. She was popular, and many eyes slid to follow her as she stumbled her way into the house to change.

You mind returning to your predicament, you let out a small whimper as your hand shot down in between your legs, trying to hold yourself until Katy finished changing and made her way back outside. You briefly considered looking for an alternative bathroom, but what if that too was in use? Then who knows how long it would take to make it to a toilet, and you didn't have the strongest bladder at the best of times.

Finally, the door in front of you opened, and Katy sauntered out, freshly changed into her new bikini, locking eyes and smiling sweetly at you. Her figure was to die for, and at the sight of the swimwear hugging her shapely body, your mind lost focus on controlling your bladder for a second too long.

You gasped as a small jet squirted out of you, dampening the fabric of your shorts, a pulse of warmth spreading quickly across your crotch. Katy noticed immediately, of course, and her hand went to her mouth in shock as you pushed your way past her into the open bathroom, slamming the cubicle door shut behind you.

You ripped down down your soaked shorts to sit on the toilet, finally finding relief. You could hear Katy laughing from outside the door. "Did I see you just wet your pants?"

"Yeah, no thanks to you!" You said bitterly, "you had me waiting outside the bathroom while you frolicked around in here, taking all the time in the world to change... For fucks sake."

You could hear her drunken giggling coming from behind the door. "Get real, I was only in here for a minute, you really couldn't hold it for that long?"

Your face flushed red as you processed her words. "No, I have a weak... Just.. Next time find an empty room or something to change in, okay?"

"Okay, okay... I'm sorry, alright? Do you need a change of pants?" Her apologetic tone of voice betrayed a shift towards a return to sobriety. Her slightly mother-like tone of voice rubbed you the wrong way, but at the same time, strangely excited you. At the very least she wanted to help you.

You assessed the damage bunched around your ankles. Your dark shorts had avoided the brunt of your accident, but your underwear was soaked through. Putting them back on would cause your shorts to get even more damp. "Uh, I just need a change of underwear. There was only a tiny leak, but I don't want to put a pair of wet underwear back on." You lied, downplaying the amount of urine that had thoroughly soaked through your underwear.

Katy paused thoughtfully outside the door. "Okay! One of the guys I babysit is around your size, I'll grab something for you."

You huffed as you waited in the bathroom while she fetched you some clean underwear. After what felt like an hour but was more like five minutes, Katie made her return, calling out to you. "Hey, you still in there?"

"It's not like I can just leave like this, did you find something??"

She was quick to respond triumphantly, "Of course I did, I'll leave the underwear for you here on the sink."

You heard a rustle as she left your change on the bathroom sink and gently closed the door behind her as to give you some modicum of privacy. You gingerly swung open the stall door, cautious to make sure she wasn't still there.

Your eyes caught sight of what she had left you, a pair of light blue underwear sitting neatly on the left side of the faucet. You washed your hands quickly, wanting to get changed so you wouldn't continue hogging the bathroom, but as you picked up the the underwear Katy had put out for you, you realised there was more to it than you had originally thought. The material was thick and rough, and the sides were a frilly, stretchy material. She had left you a pair of small, teenager's pullups.

"What the... Did you go and get me.. A diaper??" You angrily shot at her, knowing she was still behind the bathroom door, as her vague silhouette could still be seen through the glazed glass.

"It's not a diaper... it's just a pullup. There's no tapes or anything, and they apparantly feel just the same as regular underwear." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Stop messing around and get me a pair of proper underwear, I dont need this!" You indignantly spluttered to her, heat rising in your cheeks.

Katy's muffled response came through the door. "There IS no regular underwear, the guy I babysit that lives in this house still needs to wear pullups during the day, so he wasn't bought any underwear! Why do you think he still needs a babysitter at his age?? Just hurry up and put it on, no-one will notice, and hey, you won't have to worry about having any more little leaks in your pants like before..."

You were lost for words, but tired of arguing. At least she had done you the courtesy of trying to help. You thought what the hell and quickly pulled them on, the soft material gliding up your legs and snapping down around your manhood; enveloping all of you a little too easily. It was almost like the pullups were made for you.

Next you hastily slid your shorts up and over, washed your soiled underwear in the sink and threw them into your pocket.

You caught a glimpse in the mirror of your new underwear poking out of your shorts, so you made a note to pull your shorts up even higher. you meekly made your way out of the bathroom, seeing Katy waiting impatiently for you outside, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Well? Did you put it on?" She asked with a slight slur.

"Yes!! Now shut up about it." You hissed at her through your teeth, nervously glancing around you both to make sure nobody was within earshot. It was bad enough that she was aware of your diaper, but to have even more people find out wouldn't bear even thinking about.

You both rejoined the party outside, although the numbers had dwindled considerably in the time you had spent in the bathroom.

Katy broke from you, and made a splash as she jumped into the pool, and cheers rose here and there at the spectacle. You slowly sank into an empty chair, the padding of your pullups spreading softly underneath your legs. It was like sitting on a soft, down pillow. You hated to admit it, but it was actually quite comfortable. You reached over to pull another beer from the cooler, and trying to push your compromised position from your mind, rejoined the conversation.

* * * * *

Another hour passed, and everybody but you, Katy and three others had taken their leave. The music was turned way down, a gentle, bass-heavy pulse continued steadily underneath your conversation. Empty bottles and lids were scattered thoughtlessly across the lawn, the verandah light glinting off the discarded glass.

Katy sat across from you, a towel loosely wrapped around her small shoulders. You met eyes with her, and a small smile spread across her lips as she glanced down to your lap. You unconsciously moved her hands down to cover your shorts, blushing quickly at her knowing gaze. You stood, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom one more time before going home yourself. You felt Katy's eyes follow you as you walked towards the house, and heard her exclaim, "Alright, that's about time. I've gotta get up early for school tomorrow. Get outta here, guys."

The other men stood with a sigh, it was obvious that they had stuck around until the party's close with the hope of staying the night with the dark-haired bombshell. You supposed that nobodies night was going according to plan. You had made it in front of the bathroom door once again when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You spun around, startled, to see Katy's smiling face looking up at you.

"Katy..." you started, doing your best to hold eye contact with her, distracting as her apparel was. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She teased, stepping closer to you. Your breath caught in your throat as the soft scent of chlorine from her body met your nose. "I was just going to use the bathroom, then head on home... Thanks a bunch for the invite..."

She shook her head at your words and stepped closer still. "I don't think you need to use the bathroom any more..." she giggled, pointing to your shorts. You looked down to the front of your light pants, not seeing anything. She brought her hand to the front of your shorts and gently pushed, and you gasped as you felt something warm and wet squish against your front. You had pissed your diaper without even realising it. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was the false sense of comfort wearing the pullups had given you, but it was unmistakable. At the very least, the front of your pullups were completely soaked, and you had a feeling the bottom would be the same too.

"I... Uh... How... Did you know??" Your mind completely blank, having no idea what else to say.

Katy put her hands on her hips again, and scoffed. "I told you before that I work here as a baby-sitter! And I happen to have a very good idea of when a diaper... I mean pullups... are full. It didn't take a genius to see how much your shorts slowly expanded over the last hour, I'm actually surprised nobody else noticed. Why didn't you just go and use the bathroom?"

Your words died in your throat, there was no way you were going to tell her that you weren't aware you had been wetting your pants for the better part of an hour.

She sighed, pushing you towards the bathroom. "Take a shower and clean yourself up, I'll get you some pyjamas."

"That's okay Katy, I'll just get my stuff together and head home." You said meekly, the embarrassment of your wet pair of pullups making you want to disappear as fast as you could.

"I'm not letting you go home in your condition. You're fine to stay the night. I'll get you some clothes and I'll use the upstairs shower." She shrugged, acting nonchalantly towards this whole situation. You guess she was used to this kind of stuff after all.

You gave in and went inside the large bathroom, stripping off and sliding your soaking pullups down your legs, leaving a slick trail all the way down the both of them. You washed yourself thoroughly in the shower, able to find a few moments of lucidity to think through your situation. Having a wear a pullup for an hour or two and getting to stay over at Katy's place for the night in exchange? People would kill for such a deal, and so you decided to make the most of your situation.

As you stepped out from the shower, steam rising off your skin, you saw a neat pile of clothes arranged, once again, for you on the sink. Another pair of pullups topped off the small pile, and you sighed as you quickly slid them up onto you once again, keeping Katy happy. Next was the shirt, a blue, childish print on it that matched the padding between your legs. And another pair of underwear, the material felt smooth and slightly stretchy to the touch, like spandex, and it snapped tightly onto you, pulling your diaper closer to your skin. As you looked down at the print of animals covering the front of your new, tight underwear, a frown forming on your face, the door behind you slid open to reveal Katy in a pair of soft, pink, pyjamas. She cooed as she saw you standing in your childish clothing, exclaiming, "So cute!!"

You looked back to the pile of clothes of the counter, but saw there was nothing left to put on. "Can I have a pair of pants to wear to bed..?" You queried her, as she made her way towards you.

"Don't be silly, you're wearing them." She responded, adjusting the waistband of your pullups so they hugged your body more comfortably. "All you need to wear is that diaper cover, and you're good to go."

A diaper cover? What was she playing at, that was why the underwear you pulled over the top of your pullups was so strange, it was designed to be worn with a diaper to hold it in place for somebody that wet the bed. And you had, for some reason or other, been chosen by Katy to be that bedwetting person.

"No way Katy, I'm not wearing this stuff to bed, are you serious? You made me wear that pullup earlier, and..."

"And you wet yourself." Katy interrupted your train of thought with her sharp reaction. "You wet your pants earlier, and you used the pullup that I gave you to wear, I didn't ask you wet your pullups, did I? Now you're going to try and tell me that you don't need a diaper to wear to bed?"

You stuttered, your pride deflating at her words. It was true. If you were her, you'd expect the person who had lost control twice in one night to lose control again.

"Now stop complaining about having to wear something just in a case tonight. I could always make you wear one of the tape-up diapers instead?" She raised an eyebrow at you as she stepped back, challenging you to respond to her.

You shook your head quickly. Just this apparel was more than humiliating for you. You couldn't even bear to think about her laying you down on a changing table and taping you into a baby diaper.

She nodded at herself, preening at her decisive victory over you. "That's what I thought, now come on, let's get you ready for bed."

She took your hand and led you upstairs, and your pullups crinkled softly with every step. Was this some kind of sick roleplay?? Why was Katy doing this to you?

But even more importantly, why were you LETTING her do it to you? She was treating you like a little kid, like one of the kids she was used to babysitting. Maybe once she got drunk, she couldn't turn off her "babysitter mode." But regardless of why she was doing it, you were slowly realising that you liked it. And you had no idea why.

You both entered a bedroom, it must have been the diapered teenager's room. Packages of diapers were stacked neatly into shelves on the right side of the room, and a large, adult-sized changing table lay adjacent. The left side however, was more like your typical teenager's room, with a computer, clothes strewn across the floor, and some posters tackily strewn over the walls.

Katy led you to the edge of the bed, pulling open the top sheet for you. "Katy..." You started, aware of your surroundings, "isn't it a bit weird for me to sleep in the kid you babysit's bed? I mean, maybe we should share your bed..." you said suggestively, your heartbeat quickening. Katy thought for a few moments before shaking her head.

"I would let you... but this is the only bed in the house that has a plastic-backed mattress... What if you leak?"

You looked at her incredulously. As soon as her accusation reached your ears, you were taken aback.

"Leak? Katy, I don't piss the bed! You're the one who put me in all of this. You don't know if I would wet the bed or not!!"

"Exactly, I don't know." She said back to you in a bemused manner. "But judging from your performance tonight, I'd say that waking up a little bit wet wouldn't be too uncommon for you, would it?

You heart sank as her words turned over inside of your head. You could feel your romantic chances with her slipping away as easily as you slipped into your pullups just moments earlier. But not if you did something about it.

It was her turn to gasp as you put a hand onto her waist, firmly signalling your intent. "Let me stay in your bed tonight." You asked again, pulling her slowly towards you. You felt her relent, and the two of you shared a kiss, right there on the edge on the bed. You hand slid down her waist, as her hand came to rest in your lap, brushing against your diaper cover. As if being brought back to sense by the feel of your babyish clothing, she immediately pulled back from you, much to your chagrin.

She licked her lips, blinking quickly in front of you, still obviously stunned by your audden boldness."I'll tell you what... you keep those pullups dry tonight, and I'll let you do more than just sleep in my bed tomorrow night."

And with that, she flicked off the light, closing the door behind her. Your member hurt, it was pressing painfully into the padding between your legs, unable to rise. You shook your head, your mind still swirling with the thought of your kiss, and lay down on the stiff mattress with an audible crinkle, your pullup warm between your legs, and tight around your waist.

How the hell had you gotten yourself into this mess?

* * * * *

Photo credit: DaddyIWantThis

Scattered clouds became the canvas for another spectacular summer sunset of fiery crimson and amber melting into delicate coral and indigo.

Somewhere just beyond the window, baby birds on the verge of their first flight chirp expectantly as their mother returns to feed them.

Beyond that, young fawns, foxes, and bear cubs venture ever further from the den, testing their instincts and the limits of their freedom that will one day gift them their independence.

Joyful shouts trickle in from neighborhood children playing in the street, enjoying the special freedom that only summer provides.

Beyond the window, summer means freedom and the first tentative steps towards independence and adulthood.

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