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It’s time to show the world who you really are. It’s time to stop hiding your true self behind clothes. The only way you’ll truly learn about yourself, is when others will learn about you. You are a diaper cuck boy. This is who you are. You can’t deny it, and from now on, you’ll stop hiding it. Once you’ll get used to people see you as you are, there is no going back. They’ll see a baby from now on, maybe a boy, but certainly not a man. “Take off your clothes, and get up on the table. Now stand on all fours, raise your diaper ass, and look forward. That’s a good boy.” Welcome to your future.

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Daddy is enforcing a new bedtime and keeping you in your new crib for the night.

In time you and your partner explored a new fetish, ABDL. You found your place in the baby’s submissive role, and he found his place in the daddy’s dominant role. You started to call him daddy, and he called you all kinds of cute names. He bought more and more diapers, baby clothes, and toys for you. In a way you liked it, but it was definitely overwhelming. After that, Daddy had started to control the way you dressed, what you ate, the shows you watched. Last week daddy surprised you with a new nursery with a giant crib.

You liked being kinky, but you liked your freedom even more. But, now you need your diapers, or you’ll have an accident in your pants. You need daddy to dress you because you don’t have any big boy’s clothes anymore. It’s much easier letting daddy feed you, you don’t know how to cook.

Forced bottle feeding was the only way to go. Daddy decided there wasn’t any other way for you to wet your diapers uncontrollably and nonstop like he wanted. He couldn’t trust you to drink enough fluids as he told you to. After establishing that you are going to wear diapers from now on, because you are his boy, in his house, he let you drink from glasses. Diaper training meant drinking a lot and wetting a lot. You wet your diapers, but not enough diapers. Daddy wanted you wetting constantly, that you couldn’t hold it anymore, that you will go anywhere and anytime.

But you were naughty and messed it up. You didn’t drink as much as daddy told you to and he had to take this matter into his hands. It meant you were not just a boy, but a baby who needed to be bottle fed.

After putting you in a fresh diaper, daddy tied a bib around your neck, laid you in his lap, held your head in one hand and pressed a giant plastic nipple into your mouth with the other hand. You knew not to resist and took it. You were surprised by the new adult baby situation, but daddy had so much control over you by now, there was nothing you could’ve done.

You were reduced to a diaper wetter, bib wearer, bottle drinker, and daddy’s baby boy. Drink up. —————————————-

“But I tried, I tried,” you cried while facing the corner.

“I don’t want to wear diapers anymore!” you pleaded but didn’t dare to turn around.

“I know you tried buddy, but these wet shorts and undies are of your making,” Daddy said in a calm tone.

Today you woke up dry. It was the third night in a row you woke up dry. It’s been months since you and Daddy started to engage in ABDL. At some point, you lose bladder control. Not fully, but you had very little control anymore. You wetted most nights and sometimes had day accidents. In this time you discovered how submissive you can be, and how dominant Daddy can be. You became his dependent boy, and he became your all-mighty Daddy. It’s not clear if you gave away all your adult privileges, or he took them away. But you had none.

“But Daddy, please no, I haven’t had an accident in three days,” you begged.

“I knew, and we tried potty training you, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said.

Lately, you asked Daddy more than a few times to take a break from ABDL. You liked it of course, but you needed a break. You needed your adult clothes, phone, TV shows, friends, boxers briefs. You need to swear. You needed to fight with Daddy. Now when you are “arguing” with him, he calls it a tantrum and manhandles you straight to submission.

“But Daddy, I don’t need a night diaper during the day, please,” the tears kept rolling down your cheeks.

“Those aren’t night diapers my sweet boy, those are your normal diapers from now on. You proved to me you’re not yet ready to be potty trained,” he said as he rose your wet shorts and undies.

After you woke up dry, Daddy put out kiddy underwear for you, saying it’s time for his boy to show Daddy how he grew up to be a big boy. You were so happy that things were going your own way. At some point, Daddy even handed you a cup of orange juice. You were so excited to drink from a cup again, after months of bottle drinking at home. The orange juice had a metallic taste, maybe it was the end of the season you thought, and just drank it all.

An hour later, you wetted yourself in the middle of the living room. You wanted to be potty trained so badly and Daddy was on your side. Now you are facing the corner wearing a thick diaper.

“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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#6: "Mix chocolate laxatives in with regular chocolates, and have a big give them one at a time as a special reward for good behaviour" (Inspired by @Pupserif)

Okay so these aren't chocolate laxatives per se, but Daddy did SUCH a good job sneaking these in between starbursts and other Halloween candies that I had no idea what he had done until it was way too late...

... It was about 3am that night when everything hit me at once, and I was reduced to a gurgling crampy mess at the foot of Daddy's bed begging him please to let me go use the potty before the inevitable mudslide hit!

He of course just laughed and pulled out his phone to film me as I whined into my stuffy and helplessly filled my diaper to the brim in front of him, before patting my bum in a consoling manner and assuring me "There's a whole lot more where that came from, big guy; no sense changing you just yet, is there?" And with that, he left me back to beddy-bye to wait until morning. With my mitts locked on my hands, and my wrists and ankles attached to their usual restraints on the mattress corners, there really wasn't much I could do besides ride it out and hope Daddy woke up early in the morning to change me. It was a long, squishy night for me - and Daddy loves every second of it.

“Easy, buddy…. easy… that’s it… we’re almost done with your gag… that’s a good boy….”

…as the “new guy” he settled in quickly…felt comfortable there, but did find the two guys odd…last month started asking him about his plans for the upcoming holiday….when he said he been so busy at work and not had any plans…the bigger guy, Carl, said they’d take care of it - and include him in the plan…

Yeahhhh….long weekend planned for their good tighty whities boi…

“UHHH?!? UHNGHH!!! UHHH???