love diapers and chastity

"You want a break from this? Are you kidding me?

Hahaha! Absolutely not! You don't get 'breaks' baby."

Uh-uh. Stop it now. You asked for this. You begged and pleaded for me to play along with your little “kink”. Caged and in diapers remember. Locked and denied!

And when I did start to play along,you begged and pleaded for me to continue. You wanted more. 'I want it permanently? Remember? Well, you're getting what you asked for.

You changed your mind? Awww bad luck. That's not my problem, squirt. It's not my fault you can't think ahead. That kind of foolishness is why you deserve this.

You deserve to be in diapers 24/7. You deserve to be treated like an overgrown toddler and you deserved to have your cock locked! Oh really is that right? You didn't think it would be “this embarrassing and this frustrating”

"You didn't think it would be “this embarrassing” to have everyone you know you need diapers? That every time you see them you'll be helplessly peeing and pooping yourself? You didn’t think it would be “this frustrating” that you can never touch your pee pee or make cummies without my permission?”

Aww honey there is nothing more embarrassing or frustrating than this. Caged and in diapers! And you begged for it!

This is what you wanted! To have no control.To have me make all your decisions for you! To lock you in a cage and to control your diapers, your outfits, everything!

Well that's what you got! Now come here. Mommy is going to lock your cock away and put you in this gorgeous fluffy pink bunny diaper.

You wear pampers.

Therefore you can never have a normal sex life.

You must surrender to pampersexuality.

You are a pampersexual now.

All sexual thoughts revolve around or include nappies.

And if you did ever dream of putting your dick in my pussy then you need to realize it is already wrapped in the only warm wet thing it will shoot off in: a nice thick Huggies.

There will never be pussy for you, only pampers.

Pampers feel better than pussy.

Go ahead and engrain this thought in your mind.

Because pampers ARE pussy for you now.

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The living room was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, the kind of light that made everything feel soft and warm. The couch cushions still held the faint imprint of where you’d been sitting earlier, fidgeting with the hem of your onesie, your thick diaper crinkling with every shift of your legs. You’d been restless all day, bored, maybe, or just needing something you couldn’t quite name. Mommy had watched you with that knowing look of hers, the one that said she could see right through you, even when you thought you were being subtle.

Now, she patted her lap. "Come here, baby," she said, her voice warm but firm. You hesitated for only a second before scrambling over, your short legs carrying you as fast as they could. The moment you settled onto her lap, facing her, you could feel the dampness in your diaper press against her thighs. You’d wet a little earlier, too distracted by your toys to bother telling her, and now the padding was swollen and cool against your skin.

Mommy’s hands found your hips, her fingers curling just slightly into the fabric of your onesie. "Someone’s a little wiggly today," she murmured, her breath tickling the top of your head. Before you could respond, she started bouncing you, gentle at first, just enough to make you sway in her lap. The motion sent a jolt through you, your diaper rubbing against her legs with every little lift and drop. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting, but it was impossible. The pressure, the friction, it was too good.

You shifted, just a little, testing the sensation. The crinkle of your diaper was loud in the quiet room, and you could feel yourself getting harder, the padding pressing against you in all the right ways. Mommy’s smirk told you she’d noticed. "Ohhh, is my little boy enjoying this?" Her voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it, something that made your stomach flip.

Her hands tightened on your hips, guiding you, and suddenly you weren’t just being bounced, you were moving. Your body took over, your hips rolling forward, grinding against her lap. The diaper between you and her legs was a barrier, but it only made the friction better, the plastic backing slick against her skin. You could feel your face heating up, your breath coming faster, but you couldn’t stop. Mommy didn’t let you.

"That’s it," she cooed, her voice dropping into that low, soothing tone that always made you feel small and safe and wanted. "Mommy’s got you. Just let go." Her hands kept you moving, her thighs pressing up against you just enough to give you something to push against. The room faded away, there was only the sound of your diaper crinkling, the warmth of her body beneath you, the growing pleasure in your nappy.

Your hips started to jerk on their own, your movements losing their rhythm as the pleasure built. You pressed your face into her shoulder, your fingers clutching at her shirt, needing something to hold onto. Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "Such a good boy," she murmured, one hand sliding up your back to hold you closer. "You can do it, baby. Mommy wants you to."

And then, you were there. The tension snapped, and with a muffled groan, your body tensed, your back arching as you pumped your load into your diaper. The warmth spread through the padding, the wetness seeping into the layers as your hips twitched, once, twice, a few more times, riding out the last waves of pleasure. A whimper escaped you, high and needy, and you collapsed against her, your chest heaving.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant crinkle of your diaper, now sticky between your legs. Mommy’s hand stroked your hair, her touch gentle. "There you go," she said, her voice full of affection. "Good boy." She shifted you slightly, and you could feel the mess you’d made, the way the diaper sagged with the weight of it.

She chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and into you. "Now let’s get you cleaned up." Her fingers tapped your thigh, light and playful. "Unless you want to sit in that for a while?"

The rules are simple: I have to spend the whole time in a diaper with a capacity of at least 3000 ml. Whenever I'm not wearing a thick diaper, the timer stops and I have to wear a pull-up over my cage. Whenever I wear a diaper, I have to use it until it's either messy or on the verge of leaking.

You can also decide what else I need to do before I get released. So if five people vote for the small plug, I have to complete five hours with a plug before I can stop being diapered.

“Listen sweetheart. I know it’s frustrating being locked into progressively smaller clitty cages, but just think how nice it’ll be when you don’t even have to think about those yucky old stiffies anymore!

Your progress is coming along so well! Your little nub barely even twitched when I just put this flat cage on you! And it’s shrunk so much! I bet another month or two and you won’t even be able to get a stiffy! Won’t that be SO nice? Just a cute little limp, lifeless nub…tucked safely away in big thick diapers!

Remember hunny, you asked for this right? Tell me again, tell me how you want to be permanently limp for me, tell me how you want to be my diaper dependent and sexless little cuck! I wanna hear you say it!

Awwww! Good boy, hearing you say it makes me SO happy! And wet, come to think of it…let’s get you diapered back up and down for a nap. I’m going to call my ex! You have me all worked up baby! Legs up sweetie!

Took The Fight Right Out of You..

Aww, baby. Are you feeling sleepy now, hmm? Mommy took the fight right out of you, didn't she? Yeah, you had a big day today! You lost more big-boy privileges again, and there isn't much left to take away now. Those naughty hands can't open bathroom doors, or un-tape your diapers anymore. So, there will be no more sneaking off to do your business whenever you find it convenient.

Oh, you silly baby. Do you think Mommy doesn't know when you cheat? Do you think Mommy's gonna keep putting in all this time, effort, and money into this kink of yours just for you to decide to stop the whole show when it no longer suits you? It's the same old story. "Oh, I made cummies in my diapers and I'm not really 'feeling it' anymore." So, what then? I'm just supposed to drop the Mommy role, clean up, and pack it all away for next time? Well, I'm not going to be your kink dispenser anymore! You wanted a Mommy; so you got one buster! I'm not going to deny my maternal feelings, nor will I continue to give away my power and authority whenever you just decide that you're "done for now."

No, no, you'll stay in that diaper, and you'll actually be sleeping in your crib tonight. That's right! it's not just for getting yourself off during "fun naptimes" anymore. Besides, I think you should spend a bit more quality time in your "nursery" anyway, it'll give you a chance to really appreciate all the effort I put in when I transformed your old office into this kinky playroom. I think you'll find it functions rather authentically as an actual nursery, and best of all, it's custom, just in your size! Sorry, but you know how I get when I do a project, I get a bit obsessive.

Alright, sweet dreams little one. Mommy will see you in the morning. No, I'm serious baby. You're sleeping in your nursery tonight, Mommy will be sleeping in our MY room, in the big girl bed. Besides, I don't want you up and out of bed in the middle of the night anymore, so this will work out perfectly, it's nice and secure. Plus, I think that it's best that you sleep on a mattress with a protector anyway. Hush up now, just think, tomorrow will be a new day for us. We'll wake up have some nummy breakfast, maybe go to the park, I'll need to hit the shops too. I have a feeling we'll be needing more wipes and rash cream now.

I'm sorry honey, but did you really think I would keep having sex with you?

You got what you wanted! You get to prance around the house in your little pampers! But sweetie, changing your poopy diapers doesn't exactly give me the hots for you. In fact, I can't really look at you the same anymore.

Awww!! But don't worry, sweetheart! You'll still get to cum! It will just be once a month and you'll have to hump your huggies in front of all my friends!

Yes, you heard right: once a month!

What? It's not my fault you wanted me to put you in chastity as well! You really dug your own grave here, sweetie.

So, no baybee. You and I won't be having sex anymore. But Mommy still has needs! Do you remember Mr. Michael? He's the contractor you hired to build all your little baybee furniture! Let's just say he's drilling more than just the screws to your high chair! He's been taking care of Mommy real well!

Maybe you could call him Daddy? I'm sure he would like that. He'd also probably like it if you sucked his dick. Remember? That was another little fantasy of yours too! You wanted to be a little cocksucker!

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Diaper

Soak and stroke honey. Soak and stroke.

I will teach you when and how to find your pleasure.

First, you must earn it by SOAKING your DIAPER and let go and embrace the warmth and wetness that awaits.

Imagine yourself nestled in your favorite diaper

The soft fabric embraces you, cups you and spreads your leg

You'll feel the pressure building. The need to release growing more intense.

And when you finally let go, you'll be rewarded with the warmth of your pee and the sticky sweetness of your cummies

All mixed together in a delicious, forbidden blend.

You will feel every squelch, every warm gush, every sticky addition to the mess in your diaper.

You'll feel the weight of it, the proof of your obedience, and the undeniable thrill of your cummies mingling with the wetness, creating a forbidden mess that is all yours.

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Real men get to pound pussy and party hard!

Good boys pee their pampers and get denied.

You are not a real man!

But you are a good boy that mommy wants the absolute best for!

That’s why i keep you this way my darling! You just sit there and be a good baby.

Don’t bother trying to rationalise why you are back in diapers.

Thinking is a privilege you aren’t allowed anymore.

You’re way more useful when you’re sucking your paci and staring at cartoons…

So you keep that brain switched off and focus on soaking your diaper.

That’s the one thing you’re actually good at and always remember, Mommy knows best

Hannah was furious. She had come home early from work only to find her husband in their bed naked except for a huge adult diaper. Which he has soaked with his pee.

Across the bed was his secret stash of adult baby diapers and he was watching what she later came to know as “diaper porn”.

And now she explained in detail what was to become of him

“Firstly as you seem to like diapers so much you will be wearing them all the time now

“Permanently. That means 24/7/365

“And I'll spank that padded ass whenever you act up.

“I'll invite my friends over to see what a pathetic, diapered mess my husband has become.

“If you refuse any of this, I'll divorce you and expose every filthy fantasy you've ever had.

“You're a baby now. That's it. No more husband, no more man ... just my helpless, crinkly little diaper boy on permanent display."

Trapped, exposed, and fully babyfied, he can only whimper as the thick diaper crinkles with every movement. He starts his new life as his wife’s humiliated, exhibition-ready adult baby.

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"I could never sleep with a man who wears diapers,"  she said, and in an instance you regretted bringing it up. You tried to walk it back, but it was too late; sex became irregular, then nonexistent, and a distance began to grow between the two of you that felt impossible to overcome. 

But then, only a few months after your confession, you came home to find her waiting at the front door with a smile on her face. She told you to strip, and as you did she began to explain. 

"I realized I was looking at it all wrong," she said. "I could never be with a man who wants to wear diapers... but you're not a man, are you? You're not a woman, obviously, but there's no way such a weak little thing with such a tiny peepee could call yourself a man. So that only leaves one thing, doesn't it?"

She led you to the bedroom, where a little pink outfit with a matching diaper, tights, and pacifier was laid out on the bed. You stared at her, shocked; these things weren't yours. You had never even fantasized about wearing so much pink, and yet here was the girliest outfit you could imagine.

"You're a sissy," she said, with a smirk, "and it's time you started acting like it." 

From then on the kink you'd once enjoyed every now and then became your whole life. She threw out all your old boxers and clothes immediately, then ordered hundreds of fluffy pink diapers and infantile outfits that seemed designed to humiliate you as much as possible. She kicked you out of the master bedroom and into the guest room, which quickly transformed into a nursery complete with an enormous crib and changing table, and more stuffed animals than you knew what to do with. 

You didn't think to question her sudden and radical change of heart, opting to dive fully into kinky bliss instead. Your days became full of diaper changes and breastfeeding, of Barbie and Carebears, of private humiliations that made your little guy strain against its diaper. You were happy and horny as hell.

But as you look up at her perfect body now and listen as she tells you about your evening plans, you wonder if maybe you should have asked more questions after all. 

"He'll be here at six," she says, as she gently wipes your clitty before covering it in baby powder, "and I want you on your best behavior." 

You start to protest, but before you can she shoves a pacifier in your mouth. 

"No, ma'am. I don't wanna hear it. I know he was your best friend, but Derek has been good to me during all this, and it's time for Mommy to feel a real man inside her again."

"He's been good to you too, you know," she adds, as she folds the diaper and starts taping it shut. "Who do you think helped me understand what are in the first place? You know, he paid for almost all of your diapers, and for most of your nursery too. " 

You blush furiously - your best friend orchestrated this!? - but you know that if you remove your pacifier without permission it'll mean a spanking and a timeout, and your ass is still red from the last time you did that. Instead you pout and shake your head, but Mommy just giggles. 

"C'mon, Stinkybutt," she says, as she starts pulling your pretty little tights up your smooth legs. "You knew this would happen, didn't you? Didn't I say I could never be with someone who wears diapers? Well, Derek doesn't wear diapers, does he? In fact, he's so kind and generous that he buys them for silly little sissies who still need to learn their place."

"So, when he gets here I want to see the happy, giggly sissy I know you can be. If he wants you to sit on his lap, you will. If he wants you to make a messy in the diapers he's paying for, you will. And if he decides he wants to push his big, masculine cock between your pretty pink lips, you'll get on your knees and say 'thank you Daddy!' in your most adorable sissy voice."

"There's going to be some big changes around here, missy," she says, as she puts the finishing touches on your outfit. "Derek's got a lot of ideas about how diapered sissies should behave and what they should look like, and what Daddy says goes. He's already planned a party with all your old friends this Saturday, and a picnic at the park for the three of us next weekend. I also caught him looking up how much breast enhancements cost... and I think we both know that's not for me, don't we?"

You can feel yourself panicking, and for a second you think about spitting your pacifier out, shoving your Mommy away and running away as fast as you can. 

But you don't. You can't. Even if months of this lifestyle hadn't weakened your muscles and your will, there's nowhere for you to go. You have no money, no car, no clothes outside the countless dresses and rompers and diapers filling your closet. You have nothing except Mommy, and as you look up at her smirking down at you, you finally understand exactly what that means.

The doorbell rings; your heart skips a beat. Mommy smiles. 

"He's here early!" she says. "I guess he couldn't wait to meet his new baby girl. I can tell you're excited to meet your new Daddy, too! Remember; best behavior tonight, or you won't be able to sit down for a week. Derek has spent a lot of time and money making you into the perfect little sissy baby possible, and I will NOT allow you to be anything but grateful. Is that understood?"

You nod submissively, but that's not enough for Mommy.

"Take that paci out," she says firmly. "I wanna hear you say it."

Drool dribbles down your silicone boobies as you pull your pacifier out at last. "I understand, Mommy," you squeak.

"What do you understand, sissy?"

"That I need to be a good girl for Derek--

"Daddy," Mommy interrupts.

"-for Daddy. That I need to be a good, happy, giggly girl for Daddy, and do whatever he says."

"Even if..."

You gulp. "Even if Daddy wants me to suck his big, masculine cock for him."

"Good girl," she says. As one final touch, she grabs your pink lip gloss, spreads it across your lips, and smiles.