A Horny Lil Guy

You was so proud of yourself, you finally made it to the urinals and can use the potty as the big boy you are! You put a hand on friends shoulder, he was sure you won't make it but you clearly proof him wrong. Your triumph thoughts got interrupted by your bros hand squishing you butt:

"Sorry to tell you, but I think you forgot one crucial step big guy" He smirked and continued to pee in his urinal. What does he mean, you thought than a warmth started to fill up your crouch with loud hissing sound. Your diaper was still on and you was wetting it right in front of strangers. "What! It can't be true, I clearly put it down! " You said out loud.

"Well, better luck next time, I guess" Your bro chuckled as he shook off his big dick and proceed to go and wash his hands.

You quickly started to put your pants on but the diaper got pretty bulged up by your pee and your pants struggled to fit, so you jumped a little bit and finally made it than you heard a couple younger guys laughing as they saw you jumping in your diaper, one of them even said it was cute. You felt your dick hardening and teared up a bit by the thought you liked it.

"Come on potty pants, we still have the rest of day ahead! " Your bro called and you quickly made your way out feeling your wet diaper rubbing against your tight jeans

Halloween Couples Costume: Version 2.0

I knew I was in for quite an embarrassing ride as soon as I hit “request.” What choice did I have? My friends had abandoned me at the clubs and this was my only way of getting home.

The car pulled up to the curb. I opened the door, “Hey, Marcus?”

“Yeah, are you Diaper Boy?”

“Yup…” I tersely answered, “that’s me.”

Trying to escape the inevitable comments about my profile name, I sheepishly avoided eye contact as I got in the car. It wasn’t until after I buckled my seatbelt that I saw it. It was my profile photo, blown up on the mounted tablet screen on Marcus’ dash.

There was no possible way I could hide it, the image was too large and clear. On full display was a photo of me on a leash with my hands tied behind my back while wearing nothing but a white diaper and sucking a pacifier. “Dang it,” I thought, wishing I could sink into the seat and disappear.

“That’s quite a profile pic you got there Diaper Boy. What kind of a bet did you have to lose to get stuck with that?,” he teased me, but with a genuine curiosity.

“Not a bet. Just a dumb mistake I made one night when I got a little too careless,” I admitted. “I tried to have it taken down, but they only allow you to change your picture if your body has undergone a significant change”

“Well from the look of that diaper, you might need a significant change!”

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Tyler shifted uncomfortably as he woke up in the nursery—a room now entirely transformed into a toddler's paradise. The walls were painted with blue racecars, and there was a crib with high bars, a changing table stocked with diapers and baby products, a large box of toys, and a closet filled with childish clothes.

"Good morning, baby boy!" Sam said cheerfully as he entered the room.

Tyler groaned. "Sam, I’m 24. You don’t have to—"

Before he could finish, Sam cut him off. "Nope. You’re two years old now. And little boys like you don’t argue with their Daddy."

As Tyler tried to protest, Sam guided him onto the changing table. He placed a thick diaper under Tyler and fastened it securely. To add to the embarrassment, he popped a pacifier into Tyler’s mouth.

"Now, let’s go eat," Sam said, lifting Tyler into his arms and carrying him to the dining room.

Tyler’s eyes widened when he saw the highchair with baby-blue padding and straps. He tried to resist, but Sam’s strength prevailed, and soon Tyler was strapped in. Sam tied a bib with little cars around his neck and placed a bowl of warm, mushy puree on the tray.

"Dig in, kiddo," Sam said.

Tyler turned his head away, but Sam wasn’t having it. He scooped up a spoonful and fed Tyler, purposely missing a bit so food smeared on his face and bib. Once the bowl was empty, Sam handed him a bottle of milk, which Tyler drank reluctantly.

"Look at the mess you made!" Sam teased. "Time for a bath."

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Sam carried Tyler to the bathroom and undressed him. He unrolled a star-patterned bath mat and filled the tub with warm water, adding bubbles and Tyler’s favorite Paw Patrol toys.

"Up we go," Sam said, placing Tyler in the tub.

Tyler blushed as Sam washed him with Paw Patrol body and hair wash, but the warm water and soothing scent helped him relax. After Sam rinsed him off, he let Tyler play for a bit before draining the water.

Sam wrapped Tyler in a fluffy dinosaur towel with a hood, carrying him back to the nursery. He laid Tyler on the changing table, dried him off, and applied baby oil to his skin. Then came the diaper—a thick one, layered with plastic pants—and a pale blue onesie that buttoned in the back.

Sam smiled as he tucked Tyler into his crib. "Nap time, little one," he said, handing him a bottle of milk.

Tyler tried to protest but was too tired to argue. Hugging a stuffed dinosaur, he drifted off to sleep.

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Later, Sam woke Tyler with a gentle shake. "Time to get up. Daddy has a surprise for you."

After a quick diaper change, Sam dressed Tyler in Paw Patrol shorts and a colorful T-shirt that read Still in Diapers. When Sam carried him into the living room, Tyler froze. Sitting on the couch were his dad and older brother, Andrew.

"Go hug Grampy and Uncle Andrew," Sam urged, placing Tyler on the floor.

Tyler hesitated, his cheeks burning, but a stern look from Sam made him waddle over. Andrew chuckled. "Looks like someone’s been keeping a secret."

Sam clapped his hands. "Andrew and I are heading out. Grampy is here to babysit."

Tyler’s protests fell on deaf ears as Sam dressed him in shiny jeans that emphasized his diaper and a car-themed coat. He was then placed in a large stroller and wheeled to the park.

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At the park, Tyler managed to escape Grampy’s watchful eye, running to the slides. He played for a while, but the cold air made him realize he needed to pee. With the toddler-proof bathroom locked, Tyler had no choice but to let go in his diaper.

"Time for a diaper change!" Grampy called, scooping Tyler up.

Tyler squirmed as Grampy carried him to the men’s restroom and laid him on the changing table. His shiny jeans and wet diaper were removed, just as a man and his toddler walked in.

Grampy didn’t seem fazed, chatting casually with the man as he wiped Tyler clean and taped on a fresh diaper.

"Say sorry for making messes in your diaper," Grampy instructed.

Blushing furiously, Tyler muttered, "I’m sorry."

The man smiled. "No need to apologize, buddy. Accidents happen."

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When they returned home, Sam and Andrew were back. Sam gave Tyler a stern look. "Go hug and thank Grampy and Uncle Andrew for taking care of you."

Tyler hesitated but obeyed, waddling over to hug them. "Thank you," he mumbled.

"Good boy," Sam said, lifting Tyler into his arms. "Now, let’s get you ready for dinner and bed."

As Tyler was fed more puree and strapped into the highchair, he realized this was his life now. After dinner, Sam bathed him, dressed him in another thick diaper, and tucked him into the crib with a warm bottle of milk.

"Goodnight, my little boy," Sam whispered as Tyler drifted off to sleep, the soft glow of the rocket nightlight keeping the room warm and comforting.

Happy Frickin New Year: Version 2.0

alex knew his 21-year-old brother matt was a little careless when it came to packing. so when it was time for their annual family christmas trip, alex knew he had the perfect opportunity to teach his older brother a little lesson.

the night before the trip, alex snuck downstairs and unzipped matt’s suitcase. he took out all his brothers boxers and boxer briefs, and replaced them with thick white diapers. with a little luck, matt wouldn’t notice the switch up until they arrived at their destination. by then, it’d be too late.

sure enough, it wasn’t until they arrived at their hotel the next day that matt opened up his suitcase, and the diapers spilled out onto the bed.

“what the hell?” he said, his face burning red. “i didn’t pack these! where are my boxers?”

alex laughed. “i replaced them all. except the ones you’re wearing, of course, but those are going to be off and torn up soon enough.”

“what do you mean?”

“i packed enough diapers to last you the whole trip. those are your underwear now. if i’m feeling nice, i’ll give you your undies back when we get back home. although, by the time we get home you’ll be so used to diapers that you might not be able to keep your pants dry.”

“come on bro,” matt pleaded. “i don’t need diapers.”

“really? you pissed your bed every night until you were 16! and i know for a fact you still piss yourself whenever you get drunk. if anything, i’m just looking out for you.”

matt wanted to cry. he looked down at the diapers on the bed, taunting him. of course, everything alex said was true. matt did wet the bed until he was halfway through high school — he wore goodnites nightly to keep his sheets dry.

“why?” matt asked.

“Go on, hug your new hugging buddy, or maybe humping buddy!” Daddy said and laughed to himself. 

“You need him, I saw you need him,” he said while patting your diapered butt, guiding you toward the new giant teddy bear.

For months Daddy kept you caged. Your small penis became obsolete, tucked away for so long in thick white padding. Yet, your urges didn’t go away.

One fact that became obvious, during changes, was when Daddy noticed how much pre cum you leaked. You were always sticky, always oozing, always throbbing in your cage. It was a good thing Daddy helped you with staying healthy and was fingering your hole every few changes, squeezing your prostate, and letting things flow.

The second fact was when he saw through the baby cam that he installed in your crib, that you helplessly whined and humped the crib’s mattress. Sometimes he heard it while walking next to the nursery door, hearing the plastic mattress cover crinkling away in a steady rhythm.

Daddy was kind. Daddy was caring. Daddy had plans to turn you from an excuse of a man to a pathetic baby.

The plan was to absolutely deny you any form of sexual pleasure, getting you frustrated, humiliated, humbled, and then and only then, channeling all that sexual frustration to the most infantile, degrading, pathetic thing a man turned into a baby could do. If having sex and cumming with another person is the peak of masculinity, the opposite will be having “sex” with a giant baby toy, and cumming into a diaper.

Daddy knew how to control you. You are his new son after all.

One day, while being changed, surprisingly Daddy took off your cage and diapered you up. You were shocked but tried staying cool, not letting him have a win over you, although you didn’t know what the win was.

It was then he put you on the floor and introduced you to your new teddy bear.

He patted your diaper butt, guiding you towards your new fuzzy friend. “You need him, I saw you need him,” he said

“Go on then,” he said with a grin, “Give him a welcoming hug”

A tag was still attached to the bear’s ear. He smelled new and fresh. You lifted yourself from a crawling position to hug him. You knew Daddy wanted to see just that. But then, something happened, something clicked. The bear’s body was firm, really firm, and he seemed heavy. You gave him a proper squeeze, and he felt fuzzy on your cheek. His fur made you warm inside your childish onesie. You rested your body, your diaper, on his firm leg. The leg, pressed on your diaper, pressed on your uncaged little penis.

Your dick did something it hadn’t done in months. It became hard.

Then you knew - what you were going to do with this bear from now on. Sexual thoughts flooded your mind. Then Daddy knew - how much he succeeded, making a grown man mentally imprisoned by his adult baby control.

“Awwwww, I think you like him, and I think he likes you too! You can get to know each other tonight in your crib.” Daddy laughed and winked.

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“But I’m not a freshie, I’m a Senior! or at least I would be if you’d let me take more than three units a semester!”

“Stop being fussy little guy, we’ve given you plenty of chances to prove you’re a big boy but this time you’re going back to the nursery for good and next semester your only class will be online so you never have to leave the nursery.”

“Please I hate being the frat baby!”

It had been a long and frustrating few weeks since my older brother had moved in with me. He had been kicked out of college and was now living with me while he searched for a new place to stay. But instead of trying to help out around the house or find a job, he spent his days going to parties and coming home drunk and disorderly.

I tried talking to him, but he just brushed me off with empty promises. It was like he didn't care about anything other than having a good time. I was at my wits end.

One night, after yet another drunken escapade, I decided enough was enough. While he was passed out on the couch, I took off his clothes and put a diaper on him. I couldn't help but chuckle as I snapped a few pictures of him looking like a big baby.

The next morning, he woke up in a rage. But I quickly put him in his place, letting him know that if he wanted to act like a baby, then he would be treated like one. I showed him the pictures I had taken and threatened to send them to all his friends if he didn't shape up.

At first, he resisted. He was angry and embarrassed, but ultimately he knew he had no choice but to comply. And slowly but surely, I started to see a change in him. He became more obedient and helpful around the house. His room was always clean, and even though his sheets were sometimes wet, I didn't mind.

I found myself actually enjoying having my new baby brother around. It was like having a pet that I could control with just a few pictures of him in a wet or messy diaper. Whenever he tried to sneak some alcohol, I would just remind him of the consequences of breaking the rules. Heck, now I want him to stay with me a bit longer.