My Diaper Favorites

I'm not supposed to look. I know I'm not supposed to look.

I am supposed to be sitting on the floor watching the new shark documentary on my tablet like a good boy.

But how can I not look?

Mommy's dancing around the room in nothing but fishnet tights and a short skirt, getting ready for a night out with her friends. With each movement, her beautiful tits bounce and sway in the corners of my vision.

I can feel my big boy bits growing at even these brief glimpses of my wife's breasts. Despite the infantile, soggy diaper strapped around my waist, I still have the intense desires and needs of the grown man I am.

I can't help myself. I sneak a peek, causing myself to moan a little into my binky as I grow larger, pressing against the soft resistance of the warm, wet padding of my diaper.

That subtle noise draws Mommy's attention.

"Ollie baby? What's wrong... Oh! You're absolutely soaked! Mommy better get you changed before the babysitter gets here!" She coos as she bends down and squeezes the front of my diaper, "Maybe just not wet either."

She shakes her head in disappointment as she takes my hand and, still topless, helps me lay with legs splayed on the bed like an infant awaiting a change.

Her phone rings, and she grabs it with one hand as she untapes my diaper with the other.

"Katie? I know! I'm so excited to..." Her train of thought is interrupted as she pulls back my soggy diaper to reveal my rock hard cock, "Really, Ollie? The babysitter will be here any minute and you are this worked up?"

I can hear my wife's best friend cackling on the other end of the phone. The humiliation of not only being changed by my topless wife, but teased about it by her friend, overwhelms me with both shame and desire. Pre-cum starts to drip off my cock.

"Yeah, I'm just changing little Ollie, and his big boy bits are rock hard. I'll have to take care of this before the babysitter gets here, or he'll be rubbing his diaper on anything he can get is grubby little mitts on! Isn't that right, baby boy?" Mommy cooed as she grabbed my cock and disinterestedly started to stroke me.

I covered my face in shame as my wife teased me, but couldn't help but buck my hips as she continued to sloppily work my shaft up and down.

"Mmmm... Mommy," I moaned into my binky as she continued to talk to her best friend about her plans for the night, as if her husband wasn't squirming on the bed, laying on his still wet diaper, as she jerks him off.

"I know, I love that place! Their food is amazing!" Mommy responds to Katie, ignoring me completely.

"Mooommmmy," I moan again.

My wife looks at me, rubs be a little bit faster, and rolls her eyes.

"Yes, that's Ollie. He's such a squirmy little thing tonight, at least he won't embarass me with the babysitter again," she says into the phone as Katie laughs uproariously on the other side, "Come on, baby! Mommy still has to get ready."

I can feel my heartbeat in my cheeks and my cock. The disinterest, the teasing, the dismissal, it's all so embarrassing and so fucking hot.

"Moooommmmmyyyyy!!!" I scream out, spitting out my binky as warm cum explodes over my wife's hand.

She releases me and grimaces.

"Someone was saving all his big boy juices for Mommy, wasn't he?"

I can't respond to her jibe. I don't even try to make out what Katie is saying on the other end of the phone. I melt into the bed, letting my muscles go completely slack as my topless wife wipes my cum off of her hand with the inside of my fresh diaper and changes me into it, never dropping the phone pressed to her ear the whole time.

I lay on the bed as the fresh diaper is taped onto me, and Mommy proceeds to continue getting ready for her night out.

Nach einem stressigen Tag gibt’s doch nichts Schöneres, als den Nachmittag dick eingepackt zu verbringen. Geht’s euch auch so? 🥰☺️

New promo on my JFF see my wet Diapy and more 💦💦🙈

POV: your little just had a giant bubble tea, and now she’s bouncing off the walls with a full sugar rush. Her diaper is already soaking, so you made her put plastic pants on while you tried to finish your movie. But now it’s 10pm… and she refuses to get changed. Instead, she’s giggling, jumping on the bed, and acting like bedtime doesn’t exist... What would you do??

Basking in the sun in my new onesie from @onesiesdownunder ☀️🌸

This babygirl loves dragons 😍🐉

Moin Moin Hamburg⚓️ Meine Perle ♥️

Nach einer entspannten Ankunft haben wir uns direkt frisch verpackt und sind nach einem kurzen Abstecher beim shoppen 🛍️

zu einem Konzert gegangen. Die besten Plätze kann man nur mit einer Windel halten, sodass das Konzert ein voller Erfolg war.🎵

Hello, Hamburg⚓️ My gem ♥️

After a smooth arrival, we freshened up right away and, after a quick stop to do some shopping 🛍️

I have no idea how it got this far. Mary was…persuasive. It all started normal enough. A few dates, great chemistry, better connection. She was the first girl I was truly not afraid to bring up my incontinence with.

And I was right. It didn’t even phase her, not even for a second. Looking back, I probably should have noticed her smile. But when you’re so used to negative reactions, anything positive was enough for me.

We were both young professionals. Loving life and having a blast. But sometime between then and now, I went from professional to toddler.

She seemed to know the state of my diaper better than me. It was almost psychic. Whenever she waltzed up to me, smiling sweetly, humming some beautiful tune, and checked my diaper, it was always ready for a change.

I probably should have noticed that she was not only comfortable around diapers, but arguably better than me at putting my own diaper on. But I only noticed how happy she was to do it, how comfortable she made me, and how safe she made me feel.

I didn’t mind when she replaced my regular all white Megamaxes for the colorful, printed diapers. They were comfortable and made her squeal in delight whenever she saw me in them.

I didn’t mind the sweet ways she spoke to me. I didn’t mind when she got me cute pajamas, then colorful onesies, because they were super comfortable. I thought the earlier and earlier bedtime was a positive, since I was doing better at work.

When I was with her I wasn’t “incontinent” because, as she said, “babies aren’t incontinent, honey, they just go in their diaper. It’s as natural as the sun rising.” I wasn’t ashamed of my diapers anymore. A full diaper meant more time with her.

If it weren't for the cars in the distance this might be my favorite shot of me diapered ever! Maybe one of you was driving past about 100m away? :D It's still pretty cold outside but at least it starts to become more green. Absolutely loving spring. <3