Padded_Dragon

Welcome to my blog !

On that page, I post photos of myself wearing well-filled nappies. As a big fan of enema play, I usually wear two diaper with several inserts.

There’s nothing more exciting than a nappy that’s full, wet and, above all, very thick

The one and only goal ?

To keep them on for as long as possible. My current record is 41 hours.

So after 41 hours of non stop pooping and peeing I had to give up...at leat, my diapers give up 😭

The hypnosis files had worked a treat on Tyler. The former tearaways mind had gone numb from the regression file dad had given him.

Slowly but surely Tyler started to regress back from his nineteen year old self into toddlerhood. Gone were his memories of being a mechanic, his girlfriend and his friends.

His CK underwear has since been replaced by diapers and the only link he now has to working as a mechanic, are the vehicles pictured on his onesie.

If you think eating crappy food out of a dog bowl is humiliating, try having it dumped straight onto the floor for you to lick up. 

This is how i was always fed by an Ex-Master. Sometimes it would be His left overs tossed on the floor whilst He was eating at the table. More often that not though He would simply prepare my meal (usually just opening a can of something like meatballs, spaghetti, occasionally dog food and scrape it out, maybe some vegetable peelings or there contents of an ashtray dumped on top. This could happen in the kitchen or bathroom but sometimes the yard. 

But that was long gone. His only reality now was being a good dog for Master.

Be a good dog, earn a treat and Master’s bone.

Be a bad dog or lazy, get the whip or shocked or worse.

Every day, he remembers less and less. He has no more words, no more numbers, no more time.

Very wet this morning, time to hit the shower!

“Good morning”

You were greeted the second you were seen at the door, looking inside. You said nothing and rubbed your tired eyes.

“Come on, what happened? Another bad night?”

You continued with the silence. You didn’t want to talk about it. Lately, you've been having bad dreams. Sometimes it was big monsters chasing you, sometimes other people pushed you and you fell on your butt, sometimes in the dream, you realized you weren’t wearing any pants out in public. That’s when the frequent bed wetting problem began.

“Poor guy, I can see his swollen diaper.”

After a while, it was decided you needed your own bed with rubber sheets and permanent night thick diapers. You missed sleeping in the master’s bedroom, and you were also missed by them, but it was for the best that you slept on your own. No more surprises and accidents in bed with others.

“The night light didn’t help tonight buddy?”

“No”

You finally spoke.

The night light was supposed to keep the room lit enough so you could see your stuffed animals next to you and on the shelf, making you less afraid.

“Do you want one of us to take you back to your nursery so you can sleep a little more?”

“No! And it’s not my nursery!”

You protested.

Yes, it looked like a toddler's room, but you weren’t one. It’s just… you’re having bed dreams and have to wear diapers. And teddy bears make you less afraid of monsters. And night lights calm you down.

“Do you want to squeeze in between us?”

“Yes”

You crawled into the big bed, making your way between the two of them. One of them spooned you, the other kissed your cheek.

“Such a good boy”

You felt so good, comfortable,and safe, you stuck your thumb in your mouth for added comfort.

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