Diapered Adults

Baby mikey in a wet nap nap.

There isn’t much content when it comes to baby mikey because Michael is still a bit nervous about posting that side of him. There are so many littles out there and the majority of them are female. So I can understand that it may be a bit intimidating.

Please show baby mikey some love so he has the confidence to post more often. He is very very shy.

Baby I am so proud of you for letting me post this. You are my brave little prince. I love you so much xxx

Husband is turned into a baby by his wife

The Marriage Guidance Councillor looked at her sternly, feeling no pity for the

weeping woman sitting in front of her.

“Pull yourself together Liz, you have no-one to blame but yourself.”

“But…you mean your telling me that it’s all my fault..” Liz screamed at the

young black haired Councillor sitting behind the large oak desk.

“Calm down,” the Councillor replied.  “Let me explain.” Liz sat quietly, wiping  the tears from her cheeks.

“Now, you have to turn the tables on him. Use the only weapon that a woman has…” The Councillor paused, allowing the question to sink in. Liz perked up interest.

“What weapon?”

“Sex, my dear, Sex.”

A frown appeared on Liz’s face. “But that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, we haven’t made love now for three months, he has no interest in me at all.”

“Hush,” the Councillor spoke softly at her. “Why don’t you have sex any more?”

The silence was deafening, Liz looked flustered.

“Because he wants to play his sick games all the time, now I know the bastard is screwing someone else, probably paying her for it as well.”

“Well..?” The Councillor opened out her hands.

“Well what?”

“Tell me what it is that you consider so ‘sick’?” She asked patiently. Liz blushed slightly.

“He always wants me to be ‘cross’ when we are in bed.”

“Cross?”

“You know, aggressive,” Liz blushed even deeper. “He wants me to beat him, hurt

him.” Liz found it very difficult to continue.

“Please go on,” The Councillor goaded gently. “Really, I must know everything, and that really does mean everything.”

“He wants me to put fingers, or other things up inside him. He wants me to wee on him as well. Honestly Mrs. Simpson, I can’t see us staying together much longer, the atmosphere is dreadful in the house.” Liz sighed, slumping into her comfortable leather chair.

“That’s where your wrong, my dear, very wrong. Let me ask you, if you had to sum up his behaviour, how would you describe him?” Mrs.Simpson watched her client busy in thought.

“To be frank, Both in and out of bed, he’s like..” She halted, searching for the right word. “He’s like a ‘Baby’, a little infant who wants his mother to run after him all the time, sulking for days on end if he doesn’t get his own way. He’s rude and offensive to my friends, his table manners are disgusting and unless I run the bath for him and help him undress, he would never wash.”

“Do you still love him, feel anything for him?” The Councillor asked.

“He’s the same man I married, he hasn’t changed. I thought I could change him,” Liz shook her head slowly. “But I failed totally.” She started crying again.

Mrs.Simpson pulled a paper tissue out of a box on her desk and handed it to her.

“There, there, dry your eyes.”

Liz accepted the tissue and wiped her cheeks. When she had calmed down, the Councillor dropped her bombshell.

“Why don’t you treat him like a baby?”

“What!..”

“Listen Liz, if that’s how he behaves, that’s what he wants. In bed he wants to be treated like a baby, in the house he wants to be treated like a baby. He needs someone to wipe his face while he’s eating. He needs a ‘mummy’ to help him wash and dress in clean clothes. He needs a ‘mummy’ to admire, worship and love.

I’m afraid he doesn’t want a wife like you and me expect a wife to be, he really wants a ‘mummy’ or ‘nurse’ to be at his constant beck and call.” Mrs. Simpson paused to allow her words to sink in.

“You’re not serious are you?” Liz searched the Councillor’s eyes for signs of  mirth.

“Liz, I’ve never been more serious in my life. If you want to keep him and love him. If you want to maintain your standard of living, you know, comfortable house, friends and so on, you Liz, you must change, don’t expect him to, he’s far to self-centred to worry about anyone else’s feelings.” Liz listened carefully to the kind Councillor. She leaned forward.

“I think you’re right, Mrs.Simpson. But how do I turn him into a baby?”

“Think of babyhood, think of a helpless child and a sexual fetish material to go with it.” Liz looked puzzled,

“I don’t understand?”

“What do babies need?”

“Well, …nappies, rubber pants, and then there’s rompers, bibs, bottles, dummies, cots, the list is endless, is that what you mean?”

“All those items he associates with childhood, eventually he must be introduced to them all. Start of gently, you may not think that you’ll enjoy it but give him everything that he asks for in bed. After a while you’ll appreciate the power that you have over him. You’ll notice his sexual drive will be multiplied many times. Liz, if you control his mind,” the Councillor paused and smiled. “Which in this case is his penis, you’ll control him.”

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“How did you get on with the Councillor?” Tony splattered food over the tablecloth as he spoke to her.

“Oh, we had a long chat.” Liz smiled sweetly at him.

“I supposed you talked about my ‘strange sexual demands’.” Tony added bitterly.

“We did”

“So everyone had a good laugh I suppose,” he spat at her.

“Actually no, she made me realize that some men need a dominant wife in bed. Tony, do you want a dominant wife?” Tony stopped eating and stared at her.

“Yes..yes, I do.” Liz was slightly disturbed at her reaction to his admission. A warm glow developed in her groin at seeing her husband’s crimson face.

“Well, when you’ve finished the washing-up, you can get out your 'box of toys’ and come up to the bedroom.” Liz had never asked her husband to help with the washing-up before, only because he had never offered. She was amazed at the speed he generated after the meal clearing away the dishes. She relaxed in the sitting room, sipping a cup of tea. Mrs.Simpson’s words echoing in her head..

“Control his Penis, and you control him..” She finished her drink and made her way up stairs.

“Here it is Darling.” Liz opened the shoe box that Tony had given her and emptied the contents onto the bed. She picked up a polythene packet.

“Disposable plastic gloves…for hygiene.” She read the packet label out loud, looking at Tony, who was having trouble maintaining eye contact with her.

“I suppose these are for your 'internal examination’, are they Tony?”

“Ye..Yes,” he stuttered at her, staring at some vague spot on the carpet. The  familiar wave of pleasure coursed through her belly. Liz had never seen her husband in this state before. Perspiration was beading on his forehead and a prominent lump pushed out the front of his trousers.

“Undress Tony.” Liz dropped the gloves and picked up a short plastic 'plug’. Mystified, she examined the two inch tube with a 'bottleneck’ at the base and twisted the shaft at the bottom. She laughed as the vibrator started buzzing in her hands.

“And this Tony?, I imagine this is to be used in the same place, up your little bottom, is that right?” Tony stopped undoing his belt. He was too ashamed, or maybe too excited to speak, just managing to nod his head as he continued disrobing. As he dropped his underpants and stepped out of them, Liz’s eyes leapt at the sight of his penis. She had never, in all their married days, seen it so strong and turgid. Fierce blue veins streaked around the shaft, radiating up from the base. It pushed violently in the air, the sticky purple glands totally free of his foreskin.

“My, we are excited today.” Liz picked up the final two items of the bed. “Dear boy, what are these?” She held them under his nose.

“They are wrist retainers Liz, to tie me up with…”

“Why do you like being tied up?”

“Liz, I want to be your slave..” Tony replied hoarsely. “I want to be helpless while you…” Tony’s voice died away. Liz prompted him.

“While I what?”

“Punish me, humiliate me..”

“You want to be helpless Tony, maybe like a baby?” Tony’s eyes lit up and shot to her face. In that moment Liz knew that Mrs. Simpson had been right. Tony was a overgrown baby, in every sense of the word. She waited for him to reply.

“Yes Liz, like a baby, helpless as a baby.”

“Well Tony, what a revelation!” Liz exclaimed in mock reproach. “And I thought you were a man. Come here Tony.” He stood next to her. Liz lifted his chin, forcing his downcast eyes to find hers.

“What do babies call the person who looks after them?”

“'Mummy’…Liz.” She looked down and saw him trembling.  “So, you better start calling me 'Mummy’ from now on, hadn’t you?”

“Yes…Mu..Mummy.” Tony stuttered. Liz reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She allowed it to drop to the floor. Tony’s eyes followed it down, finding his gaze locked on her thighs. Liz was wearing black suspender belt and matching stockings and knickers. A few stray pubic hairs pushed out the side of her knickers.

“Tony, on your knees Darling.” Her quietly spoken order had an immediate effect and Tony found himself eye level with her crotch, three inches away. She shuffled in closer, forcing contact as his nose touched the nylon material covering her sex. She waited there a few moments, allowing Tony to make full use of his senses. She was well aware that her pants were damp, her vagina had been gushing juices for the last five minutes. Even the touch of his nose, pressing into her had encouraged further flow. Liz retrieved the leather straps and fastened his wrists behind his back.

“There! my little infant is secure.” Liz’s hand stroked the back of his head, pulling him into her damp knickers.

“As a baby Tony, you were helpless, you had hands, but Mummy had to do everything, didn’t she? Now Darling, nothing has changed, your still a baby, as helpless as the day you were born, aren’t you?”

Liz didn’t encourage a reply, preferring Tony to rest against her sex. She pulled back and slowly slid her knickers down over her thighs. They fell to the floor and Liz picked them up.

“Open your mouth baby,” Tony obeyed and Liz pushed the balled material into his mouth, effectively gagging him.

“As a baby Tony, you couldn’t talk, could you? As a baby now, you can’t either. In fact darling, your totally in my power.” She stepped closer to him, her swollen vulva opening to allow his nose to enter.

“Does Mummy smell nice darling, that’s Mummy’s wee-wee hole. Mummies always smell nicer than babies in that place, don’t they.” Liz pulled harder on the back of his head, the pressure of his nose exciting her distended clitoris. Liz continued with her soft dialogue, well aware that her guiding tones were exciting her husband even more. She looked down at his penis, satisfaction showing clearly on her face as seminal fluid was bubbling out of the tip and rolling down the shaft. Liz pulled away and helped Tony to his feet.

“Mummy’s got a surprise for you,” she gushed. Liz picked up a brown paper bag and pulled out the contents. “Look, I’ve been to the Health Appliances shop today, and a nice little man was able to supply me with these; Rubber sheet and Rubber pants.” Liz gloated as she looked into the worried eyes of her husband. She pulled the knickers out of his mouth.

“Now tell me Tony, as a baby, why on earth would you need a rubber sheet to lie on and rubber pants to wear?” Liz smiled to herself as viewed her husband’s crestfallen face. He looked totally devastated! She reached over and pinched his ear.

“Eh?…Tony darling, I’m waiting for a reply. Please don’t keep Mummy waiting for too long, otherwise Mummy will smack baby’s bottom.”

“Because babies can’t control their bladders Mummy,” he mumbled.

“Why of course Darling,” Liz said with sarcastic surprise. “And tell me, what do smelly little babies who do wee-wee’s in their pants need under their rubber knickers?”

“Nappies Mummy.” Tony started to weep and Liz realized that in his dreams he might have wished to return to Infancy, but the regression happening in real life was proving far too humiliating for him to bear. She picked up the disposable gloves, vibrator and a pair of tweezers off the dressing table, left him to his shame and started running the bath water.

When the bath was ready, Liz called him in. the tears had stopped now, emotion drained out of him for the time being. Liz wanted to cuddle him, let him lie quietly at her breast, while he sucked gently. But now was not the time to weaken; the gentle approach would come later when Tony had totally accepted his new status in the house. He had a week’s holiday due and on Monday morning would be surprising the office with a phone call. Liz toyed with the idea of taking the wrist retainers off but decided against it. Rebellion at this stage could be detrimental to progress. She helped him into the bath, grateful that he weighed only ten stone and found it easy to control his balance.

“I think kneeling would be most comfortable, I can certainly get at all baby’s important little bits.” Liz covered a sponge with soap and started rubbing his  back down. Long overdue, she thought. This will be the first proper wash he’s had since he was a child when his own mother had done it. Sharing a bed with him for the last four years hadn’t been the healthiest experience she’d ever known.

“Ow!’ Tony exclaimed as the sponge dived deeply between his buttocks. Liz ignored his protest and continued with the wash, being just as rough on his sexual organs as well.

“Stop whimpering Tony, you’ll be having a wash like this every day.” His penis  had shrunk to a stump now, his excitement had died at the moment his feet touched the water. Liz was smugly satisfied that being a baby would have its drawbacks as well as the fun times. She was aware that she was still half naked, with her sex on full view, but poor Tony was more interested in surviving the bath than looking at her. As she pulled him out, he managed to cover her in water.

“Oh dear, I wished I’d bought an apron now, all babies are messy creatures and you are no exception. Now lie on the towel while I dry you.” Liz arranged a large bath sheet on the carpet and helped Tony down onto it. He winced as he made contact with the floor; lying on his back with his hands fastened behind certainly isn’t everybody’s idea of fun. Liz showed no sympathy, kneeling between his legs and rubbing him hard with another towel. Tony sighed with relief as Liz instructed him to bend his legs and push up, thereby taking a lot of weight off his crushed arms. The towel disappeared around his buttocks and between his cheeks.

“There, finished. And now darling, I’m afraid it’s time for your punishment.” Liz giggled. “I hope that you’ll take it like a man, but that’s not possible. is it darling? I’m afraid you’ll always be a baby, and Mummy has got to punish baby sometimes.”

Tony shivered, looking a bit pale. Liz pushed his folded knees apart and edged in so her knees were touching the backs of his thighs. Slowly and deliberately, she extracted a plastic glove from the packet and pulled it on her left hand, each finger sliding home on by one. She smiled as his manhood came leaping back to size. Poor boy, that will be short lived I’m afraid. Liz dipped her second finger in a jar of Vaseline. Tony automatically raised his hips as the finger wormed its way home. He gasped in pleasure at the intrusion, screwing up his eyes with pleasure.

“Is that nice darling? Now keep your eyes closed, Mummy’s got another surprise for you.” Liz picked up the tweezers in her right hand and delicately pinched two pubic hairs, growing alone on his scrotum. She reached down and gently traced a path up his hot shaft with her tongue. Tony moaned with pleasure and then screamed in pain as Liz pulled her right hand away, ripping the two hairs out of the delicate skin of his scrotum.

“Hurts, doesn’t it Darling?” Liz grabbed a couple more hairs with the pincers. Tony tried to wriggle away but Liz had him well restrained with her finger, deep inside him.

“Pain is something I know a lot about Tony, and you’ve managed to cause me a hell of a lot recently.” Liz’s tone had changed now, her eyes burned away at him. “You learnt how to cry this evening, but I learnt many years ago.”

“What are to talking about Liz?” asked Tony, concern showing in his face.

“Where were you last Friday night?”

“At the office, like I told you.. Ahh”

“Liar,” screamed Liz, displaying two freshly plucked hairs under his nose. “Now, tell me the truth, I know you were not at the office.” She gripped a fresh hair at the base of his penis and felt him flinch around her finger. “This will go on till I get an answer.” She slowly strained at the hair, Tony’s eyes opening wide as he watched the skin being stretched upwards.

“No, please stop Liz..” he wailed.

“Well?”

“I was with a woman..” he mumbled. Liz relaxed her grip on the hair and put the tweezers down.

“What, Any woman?”

“She was a professional girl.”

“And?” Liz spent the next five minutes listening to a pathetic tale of his lonely visits to various prostitutes, all of them supplying the same service.

“That’s why you never wanted to sleep with me. Hell! you must have spent a fortune over the last four years,” exclaimed Liz. “Well Darling, I’ll tell you something for free, you’ll never have the opportunity again to stray from the flock. When you’re not at work, you’ll be home, won’t you?”

“Of course Liz, all that’s finished now.” Tony replied. Liz gave him her sweetest smile.

“I know Darling, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I’ll be taking certain precautions..” Liz withdrew her left hand and disposed of the plastic glove. She picked up the plastic 'plug’, greased it and pushed it home.

“There, comfortable? Is Baby feeling full?” Tony’s eyes were open wide, wondering if this really was his wife, or just a dream.

“That comes out at potty time in the morning, Mummy doesn’t like dirty babies.” Liz jumped up, and opened the linen cupboard, tugging at a large white towel.

“Time for your nappy, a nice tight nappy. We don’t want your plug coming out, do we? Now turn over onto your tummy, Mummy’s going to put your nappy  on with the pins at the back. While your in bed, your hands will be fastened in front of you, but I don’t think that you’ll be playing with yourself, only Mummy will be able to play with your little willie.”

Tony turned over, presenting his slim bottom to his wife. She slid the folded nappy under his groin, pulling it up between his thighs and pinning it firmly to the rest of the nappy at the top of each buttock. Tony winced with the pressure of the nappy, which brought a playful slap from Liz.

“Ah, poor baby in his tight nappy, but Mummy doesn’t want her 'safety plug’ coming out, and also Mummy doesn’t want her baby playing with himself.”

Liz turned him over, satisfied that his penis was securely imprisoned inside the tight fabric. She picked up the rubber pants and held them out in front of him.

“We must put Baby’s Rubber’s on Darling, we don’t want any nasty, messy bedsheets, and Baby Tony’s waterproofs will keep it all inside till poor Mummy has to give him a change.”

Liz’s baby talk was having a devastating effect on her poor husband, who was cringing every time, she opened her mouth. She guided his feet into the pants and pulled them up his legs.

“Lift your bottom darling….there.” Liz patted his rubber covered crotch. Liz helped Tony sit up and then released him from his bonds. When his arms were free, he gingerly brought them around the front, groaning as the blood started circulating around his freed limbs. Liz took his hand and they made their way back to the bedroom. She pulled the bedcovers back and spread the rubber sheet on his side of the bed.

“I was going to make you sleep in the spare room, but I changed my mind; Mummy’s privilege you know, now come and lie down, it’s time for bed.”

Tony hesitated for a moment, before lowering his padded bottom onto the white rubber. Liz lifted his legs onto the bed and pushed his chest down. Tony lay quietly, holding his hands tightly over his chest. Liz stood over him and took off her blouse.

“Relax now darling, Mummy’s cross with you but she’s not going to hurt you any more,” Liz cupped her breasts and lifted them forward, taunting him, exciting him. Tony reached out with a hand and stroked a breast, Liz only pulling back when Tony squeezed and tried to pull her forward.

“Naughty baby, you can have Mummy’s breast when you are ready.: Liz picked up the leather wrist straps.

“Arms above your head, Mummy is going to tie you up again.”

“Please Mummy no, not again, I’ll be good, I promise!” Tony’s voice had a note of panic in it. He tried to hide his hands under his backside. Liz smiled down at him, stroking his hair.

“Poor baby, Mummy’s going to give you your first accident soon,” Liz’s hand reached down and squeezed his penis. Tony let out a groan of pleasure and produced his hands from their hiding place, covering her own.

“Good boy,” Liz whispered at him, cooing gently as his hips started pushing up into her grip. Tony didn’t appear to notice, as Liz buckled the strap onto his wrist. Soon Tony’s arms were stretched over his head and fastened to the headboard. To reassure him, Liz continued to massage his throbbing penis for a minute, rubbing hard through the thick folds of the nappy. Tony opened his eyes when she stopped and tested the bonds that were imprisoning his arms.

“Now Baby, you’re all mine again, if you’re very good, Mummy will finish you off later, but now Mummy wants something for herself.”

Liz climbed onto the bed and sat astride him, She leaned forward and rested her hands on his bulky loins, moving her calves under his upper arms. The sight facing Tony was fantastic. He had never seen his wife in this position before and he felt overwhelmingly humbled as her wide open pussy slowly descended on his face.

Liz shuddered as she rested half an inch off his mouth, his hot breath already stimulating her aroused clitoris. She sat down heavily on him, feeling Tony’s tongue busy at work already. Every time it lapped over her clitoris, a wave of pleasure spread through her. Her senses were on fire, every nerve in her pussy sent vivid messages around her body. Pushing down with her hips, she felt his nose pressing hard against her Anus and his teeth against her clitoris. Liz feverishly increased the tempo and with a scream, fell forward as the orgasm shook every inch of her body.

“Liz, Liz…please..” Tony’s plead drifted through the blankets of her mind. She relaxed, feeling sweat, juices and saliva roll lazily out of her sated vagina.

“That was beautiful Darling, you should have told me four years ago that you were a baby, a big, beautiful baby.” Liz smiled, climbed off and kissed him on the lips.

“Now it’s your turn, Mummy must check for accidents,” she whispered in his ear. Liz rolled the Rubber Pants half way down, exposing the nappy, stretched tightly over his firm penis. She tried to push her hand under the waist, but found it was impossible. Liz withdrew a finger, sticky with discharge.

“Mummy’s going to have to play with her baby through his nappy..” Her hand cupped around the firm bulge of his nappy covered cock and rolled it up and down, slowly at first and then quickly, the activity bringing out healthy perspiration on her forehead.

Tony shouted as he came, “Mum..mumy!”

His hips jumping around on the rubber beneath, hot semen hammering into the waiting nappy. Liz tidied up the waterproof pants around his waist, tucking in any loose material under the tight seal of the rubbers. As she pulled the duvet over him, Tony started crying.

“What’s the matter Darling?” Liz sat on the bed next to him and wiped the tears away with her thumb.

“Mummy, I’m so happy, I love you so very, very much.” Liz kissed him.

“And I you Baby, I know I love you.” Tony tried to raise himself, only to be pulled back to the pillow by his fastened arms.

“Please take them off Mummy?” At the last moment, Liz stopped herself.

“Soon Darling, Soon. When you prove to me that you really do need me to look after you. We won’t need the wrist straps any more.”

“But..”

“No buts, sleep now.” Liz turned off the bedside light and left the room.

Liz yawned and finished the dregs of her cocoa. Watching her sleeping husband brought a warm glow over her.

“A different man,” she mused to herself. She pulled the duvet back and pushed her hand under the rubber waist band of his pants. Soaking! The sharp smell of wee wafted up to her nostrils. Just like a baby, she smiled to herself, hiding the sodden material under the rubber pants. Liz was amazed by the transformation that had taken place, if only she had known sooner. We have certainly got a lot of catching up to do. Liz reached up and unfastened the straps around his wrists, tucking the freed limbs under the cover.

I’ve been an infantilist all my life, and I’ve been through those dumb annoying purge cycles that most of you AB/DL’s know about.

I reached a point where it weirded me out that i had this need to feel little, or to wear diapers. I reached the point where it mattered to much what others might think of me if they knew what I was doing. And I reached that point where I beat myself up about beeing so different than all the other people.. Inevitably i reached the point where i swore to give it all up, and threw everything away that made me feel safe along with my feelings, just so that I could be like everyone else.. And finally I reached the point where I felt way worse than I did before, and felt that I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore.

Self acceptance is not easily achieved, and most AB/DL’s go through a somewhat similar cycle one or more times in their life, before they reach the final point of self acceptance. Personally having gone through that cycle several times, i still get those feelings from time to time, but at least for now, i feel that i can stay true to myself, and accept that i have these cravings that are a part of me. Some people have told me to grow up, and that what I am and do is disgusting. I don’t think it’s for anyone to judge something that they don’t understand. They don’t know how it makes us feel or how terrible we’re off without it. Without satisfying these needs, it would just leave a void that would need to be filled with other stuff.. I know I’ve said it before, but wearing diapers or being little is a very small price to pay to feel so good, secure and comfy. And there are way worse thinngs that you could have the need for.. personally i think a littleside is booth beautiful and super cute!, but i do get why some people might find it weird, some people just don’t get it, and that is fair enough. But i also think If they knew how great it makes us feel they wouldn’t dream of judging us.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how short life is, and that It’s very likely that we only get one chance to find the happiness that we want, and to reach the goals that we set. I think believing in yourself, and finding self acceptance is one of the most important goals to reach for, and it’ll surely make you more happy in the end. It’s hard feeling so different, and accept things that make you stand out of the croud, but that goes for a lot of things, like having a different sexuality or for example beeing an AB/DL.

I think we can go through life being our own worst enemy, or our own best friend. I believe chosing to work with yourself and not against yourself is an important factor to live a happy life. Life is not always easy, and surely not when you are an AB/DL, but staying true to yourself and really realise that you have your own life to live instead of pleasing everyone else will get you a long way towards self acceptance.

We’re all unique in our own way and we like different things, but that is what makes us the ones we are. And I think if we can stay true to that, that’s something we should be proud of.

Blink and you’ll miss it!

The next TOMKAT Campout is nearly upon us! Not too many more sleeps until we’re off to play and crinkle around the woods!

Registration for our September (17-24) campout is still open! Registration closes on September 14th, so don’t wait if you’ve not signed up for camp!

Over 75% of spots have already been filled, and it won’t be long until they’re all gone! We’ve got an awesome web shop now, and you’ll find registrations as one of the major categories.

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Fall 2018 : September 17-24 (Registration currently open)

TOMKAT around the web:

You’re either too gay for the straight crowd or not enough for the gay crowd.

Your straight friends often think you’ll hit on them.

You apparently stop being bi when you date someone of the opposite sex.

You’re labelled as ‘greedy’.

Most of the time you’re erased altogether.

Bi people’s experiences are usually made irrelevant on the basis of a fictional 'privelege’ we have.

We too, get beaten, but nobody notices.

We are made into a gross fetish. (being bi doesn’t mean I want a threesome!)

-don’t let me watch grown up tv.

-take away “grown up privileges” like my phone and computer after too long.

-“glass? Nah, glasses are for grown ups. You need a cover on your drink so you don’t spill. Here’s your sippy cup.”

-“you want to eat off a big girl plate? No, no. Your princess plate is pretty and plastic so you won’t break it baby.”

-make me wear diapers so I don’t have an accident.

-make me take a bath because I’m too little for a shower, I might fall.

-cut up my food so I don’t choke (or make me cut it up for long distance).

-“are you talking back to me young lady? Put in your paci like a good little baby.”

-make my decisions for me.

-tell me I’m too little and that I absolutely need your help.

-even if I fight back, tell me how cute I am when I try to be a grown up.

Here is a sample set of suggested rules to help you get started. There are no right or wrong answers. Each family will have different ideas and values.

You must wear your diapers 24/7 during punishment and use them for their intended purpose.

Bedtime will be 9:00 PM. On weekends, it can be extended to 10:30 P.M. if given permission, you may not ask for a later bedtime.

You must start getting ready for bed about an hour before, must bathe before bed, drink the whole bottle you are given (Healthy or not), have your pacifier/bottle/other baby toys with you during sleep, etc.

Pull-ups can be worn to work during punishment if given permission, you may not ask. Work is the only place you may use the bathroom. Immediately after work you will go to your room and remove all clothing and trade in pull ups for diapers if you are wearing them. You may be told what other clothing you may wear if any.

All chores must be completed before bed.

You may not ask to be changed. If you ask for one, you will remain in your wet/dirty diaper for an additional hour.

You will be respectful/obedient at all times.

Back talk and foul language will earn a week under stricter rules.

When not being actively punished you will be required to keep diapers on display on your dresser as a reminder to behave. You many not take them off of your dresser at any time without permission. Violation of this rule will be reason to go back to active punishment mode.

When wearing diapers, you may not take them off unless otherwise told.

All of your diapers will be hidden, so when you are home alone and you wet/soil yourself, you will be required to stay in your diaper till the adult(s) in-charge gets home. Repeat, DO NOT take it off unless otherwise told.

At home, nothing that covers the diapers can be worn, (This includes Pants/shorts, blankets, etc.) only a Diaper and T-shirt. Diapers should always be visible.

You may only use the bathroom at work, everywhere else you will have to wet/soil yourself.

There will be no diaper change requests being made after bedtime even if permission was given to ask. Wet or soiled you will not be changed until the morning.