Diapered Kiwi Boi

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I'm done letting you fool yourself. I mean, who are we kidding? We both know you can't keep your pants dry. You wake up in soaked sheets most mornings, and now you're having your little "accidents" during the day as well. Whatever semblance of an adult life you once had, it's quickly on its way out.

Soon enough, you won't even recognize your old life. You'll just be my little baby, ready to accept your place. You'll be beneath me, just where you belong. I mean, who would respect an "adult" who can't even make it to the potty on time? That's right, I don't consider you an adult. You're nothing more than an overgrown baby who's failed at potty training and who needs to be reminded who's in charge.

That's right, kiddo. No more big kid underwear for you. In fact, I think we should throw all your undies away. Or maybe I'll even cut them up while I make you watch. You won't be needing them anymore, after all. We might as well make use of them. I can use them as rags to clean you up during diaper changes.

Yes, that's right. I'm putting you back in diapers, full time. I don't want to hear any more fussing, I won't tolerate it. Keep it up and you'll find yourself over my knee with a very red bottom. Little babies who can't stop wetting themselves need diapers, and that's just what you are, isn't it? A little baby.

Go ahead. Admit it. You want me to treat you this way. You get off on it. And the more I mock and humiliate you, the tighter my grip on you will become. Because you crave this. You need it. You need to be dominated completely—mind, body, and soul. That's what you really want, deep down.

Did you think I didn't realize it? That I couldn't tell, just from looking at you, what a pathetic baby you are? I mean, honestly, I don't know how everyone else around you doesn't see it. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you'd end up like this. I knew you'd be on your knees at my feet, begging me not to tear you down and make you even more pathetic than you already are.

But it's too late, honey. This is your life now. And there's no going back. Maybe at one point you could have undone all this, salvaged what little adulthood that was left, but I'm not letting that happen. I'm going to see that you are treated exactly as you ought to be, like a helpless little infant who can't do anything for themselves.

There will be no more big kid potty. No more "adult" activities. And don't think I'm letting you hide this from your friends. Everyone is going to know what I've reduced you to, and how much you like it. Anyone who wants to play with the baby is going to get a chance to, whether that means your friends or mine. I'm sure they'd all love to see what you've become, what you've always really been.

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Day 7 I kept rubbing my hand up and down Austin’s hard cock, jacking him off. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he was moaning. Just before he was about to cum, I stopped quickly. I grabbed the thick white disposable diaper that was between his legs, and pulled it up over his cock, taping it in firmly in place.

His cock strained against the bulky diaper, and he looked at me like a wounded deer, opening his eyes wide, and then slowly blinking them repeatedly.

“Come on, Austin, we talked about this” I said to preempt whining on his part. “We gotta get you to the point of climax as much as possible, so you’ll associate it with diapers. That’s the whole point.”

“Shit” he moaned, lifting his arms and rubbing his eyes. He ran a hand back through his short dirty blond hair. His chest arched out and his toned midsection curved inward. He ran his hand down, over the crotch of his diaper, which was tented by his cock “this may be harder then I thought” he moaned.

“All done buddy” I said, looking over my well diapered boyfriend.

It had been a week since we had decided that it would be best if Austin went back in diapers full time, and it was still new to both of us. Previously, we had only entertained his diaper interests occasionally during sex.

He stood up from the bed, stretching. The diaper hugged his ass, which was cute and round, bulked up by the absorbent padding.

“Lets get dressed and head out” I said, walking towards the bathroom to shower. “Sure, sure” he muttered, pulling a pair of loose jeans out of the dresser. As he pulled up the jeans over his diaper, it occurred to me that he had stopped wearing underwear over his diaper. I smiled to myself.

We were making progress.

Day 15 Austin wiggled in his seat again, adjusting himself by standing up a little and sitting back down.

I playfully jabbed him with my elbow, whispering, “Austin. Stay still, we’re missing the best part of the movie” he didn’t answer, so I looked over at him. He had his head down, and was poking his hand into the waist of his jeans, his red ringer t-shirt riding up a little on his stomach.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed quietly, “What’s wrong?”

He looked over at me “I need to pee again, but I’ve wet a bunch already and I’m worried about the diaper leaking” he said very softly, stuttering half way through the sentence, and looking around to make sure no one heard him.

“Ah fuck”, I sighed, grabbing him by the arm, standing him up, and rapidly walking out of the theatre. He followed me looking a little startled.

If I was gonna put him back in diapers, I didn’t wanna hear about his fucking needing to piss. When we finally got outside, I stood in front of him, slightly angry.

“Look, Austin. You promised me that you wouldn’t fuss about your diapers. This is what you wanted, remember? Stop fucking worrying if you leak a little!” I exclaimed a little too loudly, since an older guy beside us turned to stare. Austin turned red. I lowered my voice and continued

“Look Austy, you just need to try and stop thinking or worrying about your diapers at all. Just use them. Let me worry about it. That’s the point. Your only job is to fill them.” I looked him in the eye, and rubbed his ass “Right cowboy?”

He looked abashed. And, then, as if in response, his eyes widened a little bit, and I knew he was wetting his diaper again. I let the corners of my mouth curl up in a half smile, and I patted Austin on the ass again.

Taking his hand, I lead him back into the theatre. When he sat back down beside me, not only could I hear the squish of his wet diaper but within a couple minutes if I concentrated, I could catch the telltale scent of a wet, used diaper. Occasionaly someone near us would look around and sniff the air, as if searching for the diapered baby. But, the only diaper in the area was on my boyfriend

Day 28 Michael rolled over in bed beside me. I stretched, opening my eyes slightly, and letting my hands run down over my stomach to my diaper. It was swollen and wet. I curled my legs, enjoying the feeling of the bulky diaper encasing my crotch. I had started sleeping only in my diapers, because that’s what Michael wanted. Besides, it felt good. I liked being able to see my diapers.

I began rubbing my hand over my crotch, pressing down on my dick, which was hard inside the wet diaper. Shit it felt good.

I heard Mike whisper quietly beside me “Remember what we talked about yesterday Austin” he growled softly, in his low masculine voice.

With that, I turned over, and began to hump my diaper against the bed. My ass rising into the air, I rubbed and thrust my diapered crotch into the bed.

“Good boy” Mike moaned “That diaper feels good around your dick doesn’t it?”

I continued faster, feeling my dick sliding inside the wet diaper.

Soon, I climaxed into my diaper, and moaned. Slowly, I rolled onto my back, spent. Mike reached over and rubbed his hand over my crotch. “Great.” He replied. “you’re doing great.”

With that, he guided my head down to his crotch, where his throbbing dick was hard as a rock. I took the whole thing in my mouth and sucked. As I did, I could feel my own cum running down my diapered crotch, mingling with piss in my already wet diaper. After I was done pleasuring Mike, he left me in the cum-filled wet diaper for a while and put me in jeans

Day 39 We climbed into the car after lunch, and I looked over at Austin. He had a slightly drowsy look on his face. “Buckle your seat belt” I ordered.

It wouldn’t have been necessary for me to tell him usually, except that I had moved into the next phase of our regression plan, where Austin would try and only do what I instructed him.

Truth to tell, he was becoming more malleable and submissive every day. We had also started using small amounts of a muscle relaxant to help with his transition.

He looked at me, and pulled the seatbelt over himself, clicking it in place. I reached over and ruffled his short spikey hair, which was sticking out in all directions.

“Your diaper wet, little guy?” I asked

“I don’t know Mike” he replied, sounding a little startled to admit that, “I think so. I’ve been having a little trouble telling lately” he said matter-of-factly.

I reached over and slipped my hand into the waist of his jeans, feeling his tight abs, and the crinkle of the diaper.

Inside, the diaper was slightly damp and warm, but not too bad. Certainly nothing that needed attending to.

“That’s what I’m here for buddy” I chirped, “Your diapers a little wet but nothing serious.”

I was trying to keep him in wet diapers most of the time, to emphasize his dependence.

Day 50 Jacob, one of Austin’s best friends sat in front of me, gaping. He was clearly shocked by what I had told him.

“So, you mean,Austin is wearing diapers?” he asked for the fifth time. “And, he uses them? Like, uh…..to piss in them??”

“Yeah, Jake” I explained slowly, for what seemed like the fifth time. “He was always interested in them, but he’s gone back to wearing them full time for the past couple months.”

“Fucking crazy!” he said smiling a little, as if warming to the idea “I bet the little squirt looks adorable in ‘em…..” he paused, thinking “but, why tell me now Mike? Whats up?”

“Well, I’m moving Austin’s training into the next phase. His temporary job ends on Tuesday, and he’s decided not to renew it. So, he’s gonna be home. We decided this would be a good time to move forward with the more advanced phases of his regression.”

With that, I explained in detail to Jake what I was planning.

“I want his friends to know what’s happening and be involved.”

Jake broke into a grin, letting his tongue play over his white teeth. “Of course Mike” he said, clearly relishing the idea.

Day 58 Austin stood in front of me in the men’s dressing room. I was trying on a pair of jeans. He starting bouncing up and down on one foot, before slowly shifting to the other foot. Over time, he jiggled more quickly. His loose t-shirt sloshed over his chest and abs, and his slightly loose jeans shifted up and down, accentuating the bouncing bulge at his crotch.

“Stop fidgeting tiger” I said, while looking at myself in the mirror. “What do you think about these jeans?”

“Michael. I really really need to use the bathroom.” He whined, sounding every inch a toddler “I need to poop really badly.” He whispered the word poop so that it couldn’t be heard outside of our dressing room. Pausing, he added, as if for emphasis “My stomach is huuuuuurting,” dragging out the word hurting into a long whine.

I rounded on him, wearing only the jeans, which finished slightly below my waist. Because I was taller, I looked down on him slightly “Look, Austin. If you really need to crap, just go. I can’t take you to the bathroom until I get these off and pay for them.”

I paused “Besides, you want me to take you to the mens restroom and untape your diaper so that you can go poop in the potty? Really? You know your diaper can handle it buddy, and I’ll clean you up as soon as possible.”

Austin looked crestfallen “Michael, I don’t wanna mess my diaper here” he whined, much more openly then he would’ve a few weeks ago “I’ll wait.”

Austin had a couple dirty diapers a week now – but most were times when I had to coax him to mess. And, none had yet occurred out of the house. But, he clearly was having more and more trouble holding himself – since the seat of his diapers were now regularly stained at least slightly brown during his changes.

As I took off the jeans, folded them up, and slowly got dressed again,Austin continued to fidget and squirm. He began unconsciously rubbing his hand over his diaper and stomach. I smiled at how adorable he looked.

“C’mon” I motioned as I was walking out of the dressing room.Austin slowly followed, gingerly placing one foot in front of the other as if something would break. I grabbed his arm and tugged him forward to speed up the pace.

Letting out a little whimper, he crunched a little bit and looked to the floor. I heard a loud wet fart followed by a whoosh and low level crinkling. When he looked up at me, standing in the middle of the store in his now messy diaper, my boyfriend was on the verge of tears.

I walked close to him, and lifted his chin up with my hand “What happened Austin?” I cooed. “Did you mess your diaper?” Before he could answer, i patted him on the ass “Good boy buddy, gooooood boy. We’ll make a baby out of you yet”

Michael lead me into the mens restroom, just off of the food court. I walked slowly, convinced that everyone could see my diaper. It felt huge. It felt disgusting. The front was wet and matted. I could feel the huge mess in the seat of the diaper, squishing back and forth, and extending further up my ass or in between my legs with every step I took.

Strangely, my cock had gone hard in the front of my diaper.

As we entered the men’s room, it was blissfully empty, and Michael led me to the handicapped stall at the end. Locking the door behind me, he said, “Drop your pants Austin” and as he did, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out a fresh diaper, pack of wipes and a foldable mat. Tossing the diaper on the floor, he unfolded the mat and layed it on the floor, as I fumbled with the button on my jeans.

Briskly, he took one step towards me and brushed my hands away. He unsnapped my jeans, and slowly lowered them to my thighs, before letting them drop to the floor.

I looked down at my diaper. I was soaked. I reeked. I smelled like…..like…..well, I thought with astonishment, I smelled like a toddler in a dirty diaper. Well, more like an infant I guess….most toddlers didn’t mess their diapers I thought, puzzled.

I looked at Michael. He looked at my crotch and saw my cock tenting the front of my diaper.

“You messed your diaper for the first time in public Austin. That was great” he said, reaching through my legs and caressing my diapered ass. “But I want you to cum in your diapers now ok?”

“Now, Michael?” I said, shocked looking around the public bathroom stall, and then at the oversized plastic baby changing mat that Mike had placed on white subway tiled floor.

But even as I protested I could feel my cock throbbing in my wet diaper. I looked around again, and listened carefully, worried that someone else would come in. As I was thinking about that, I heard a couple guys enter, talking and joking about a baseball game.

Just as we heard one of them start pissing, Michael leaned close and whispered in my ear “Go ahead, Austy listen to those men pissing in the toilet and then think about the diaper you have on.” He paused “and now fuck your diaper against my leg like a good boy” and with that he pushed me down into a kneeling position, my knees slightly crinkling the changing mat.

In a daze, I looked down at my diaper, and scooted up to him. I straddled his leg and pressed my diapered crotch against his calf. The diaper pressed against my dick, and my head was at the level of Mikes crotch. Within what felt like a second, just thinking about my situation, I felt myself explode into my diaper and began to moan softly.

As if no one else was in the bathroom, Michael said “OK buddy, get on the floor, lets get this thing off you and get you changed into a dry one”

One of the guys hearing this said “What the fuck, who’s there?” and Michael, not missing a beat “Just changing my little boy into a clean diaper guys” with that, they walked out muttering softly.

I seated myself on the floor and laid back down, and allowed my boyfriend to change me back into a clean diaper.

Day 80

I stretched, and curled my hands into fists, rubbing them against my eyes, and arched my back. I felt my diaper between my legs. It was big, and soft, and wet. I was wearing a onsie over it, which I liked. My diaper never sagged now and never got caught in anything.

I felt my cock throbbing in my diaper. But, I turned toward Michael who was still asleep. I bent down to his crotch, and began to lick his dick, and quickly it became hard and big, and full. I put it in my mouth.

Daddy Mike didn’t want me cumming anymore without a dick in my mouth or a messy diaper. Since I didn’t feel like messing my diaper, my only chance for relief was to get a dick in my mouth, and I did.

I sucked hard on his dick, and as I did, I rubbed my diaper against the bed, humping it.

Soon, daddy was moaning, and his dick was throbbing in my mouth. He began to cum, and I felt it squirting against the back of my throat, sweet and sticky. As I began to swallow his semen, I felt myself explode into the front of my diaper.

I no longer yearned to grab my cock, I thought absently. I liked having it in the diaper all the time.

I thrust my diaper against the pillow, grinding it through my onesie. When I looked up, Daddy was smiling down on me.

Day 115 I sat beside Jacob at the baseball game fidgeting nervously. I looked over at him. He had come unexpectedly.

It was hard for me to remember what was normal anymore. My mind felt mixed up, backwards. Jacob had looked me over a couple times when he saw me in my shorts and t-shirt. The shirt was tight, and white, with a big cartoon print on it. My shorts didn’t do much to conceal my diaper. The shorts were clearly bulging out in the crotch, and the seat was far too thick and full. I was sure I got a couple stange looks. But, I knew it wasn’t really possible for me to go out without a diaper anyways. In fact, I needed pretty thick diapers to feel comfortable when we were out for any period of time. Specially if I was drinking and eating. I tended to wet pretty constantly, and even mess a little. I rarely thought about much about it anymore, but I hated it when I leaked.

I said hi and hugged him like I used to do. I didn’t know if I should tell him about my diapers or not? He probably noticed. Then Mike ended that for me, by asking Jacob to check my diaper near the end of the 2nd inning. He did so, as I blushed a deep red.

“Don’t worry Austy” he purred “I’m not gonna hurt ya, just wanna see how wet you are”

I nodded at this, and somehow felt better. He just barely leaned over, and reached his left hand into my shorts at the waist, sticking his index and ring finger into the front of my diaper, pressing up against the inside.

Overall, he didn’t seem to mind that I was diapered. And, I reflected it was not like I had that much choice. It had been a while since I could tell when I had to piss anyways. By the fifth inning, I was acting my normal self, squirming and bouncing, with one finger in my mouth.

I tried to have some of Jacobs coke, but I managed to spill most of it on my chest and shorts. I looked down and I saw that the coke had wet the bottom half of my shirt, and some of my shorts. The shirt stuck wetly to my stomach.

But, as I was thinking about this, I saw Jacob pick up a bag of chips “Me!” I yelled, and grabbed the bag from him “I want chips!” I practically squealed

Meanwhile, I barely registered Jacob and Mike talking.

“seems like he needs a sippy cup of some sort, if not an outright bottle, huh?” Jacob asked Mike “He seems to spill most shit onto his shirt.” Then turning to look at me, and the crumbs all over my damp shirt “and prolly a bib I guess too” he laughed

Mike didn’t laugh quite as much “I know Jake, I got some sippy cups for him soon that we’re gonna start using at home.” He paused and changed the subject “I appreciate you coming out, he’s gonna regress pretty fast from here on out and I wanna get some babysitters lined up for him”

I looked at Mike and Jacob sideways, babysitters I thought? For who?

Day 155

I moved around on the floor. I scooted right, and then left. I lifted my butt into the air and then back down to the ground.

I was bored. I took the blocks that Daddy Mike had left in front of me and started pushing them randomly to the side.

I stood up. I was just in my diaper, which seemed to be sagging a little on my waist. I walked slowly to the kitchen where Daddy Mike and Jacob were cooking dinner. I approached Jacob while they were talking.

Both men ignored me. I was shorter then both of them, and felt slightly nervous approaching them like this and bothering them.

I tugged on Jacobs sleeve to get his attention. He looked down at me, without smiling.

“Uh Jacob, can you get out my play-dough?” I asked. There was nothing else to do.

Jacob looked down at me, and Daddy Mike turned around, “Hey Austy, what are you supposed to call Jacob now, little guy?”

I paused “Um, Uncle Jake, can you help me get my play-dough?” at that, Jake patted me on the head, ruffling my hair, and said,

“Sure, cutie. Why don’t you follow me Austy”

And, with that, I walked quickly after him, waddling to keep up.

Day 190 I looked over my shoulder at Austin, who was in the back seat of the car. He was wearing a pair of overalls, and a colorful patterned onsie underneath. He had his pacifier in his mouth. His diaper was pretty obvious, and I had had the overalls custom made, with a big crotch and seat to fit his diapers, and crotch snaps for easy changes. It was great being able to change him now without getting him all undressed.

He was adorable. He was my little boy.

I thought about how far we’d come. It had been less then 7 months ago that Austy had been hesitant to even wear a diaper outside the house. Now he was always heavily diapered, and I knew that he no longer had control of his bladder or bowels.

A couple months ago he had his first night-time messing episode, where he woke up in a messy diaper without consciously messing himself. After that it had become pretty regular. And, now he had a couple small messy diapers every day.

I had tested him with Jake – a messy test we wouldn’t bother repeating. We had put Austin into a pair of swim trunks and made a big show of only packing a pullup style toddler training pant with us. We explained to him we were going to the pool and he should try and control himself like a big boy.

Well, it was a disaster. Of course, that was the point. But, he ended up wetting himself a little in the car on the way to the pool and then asked for the pullup. Jake helped him get into it in the car, and he was even squirting a little piss around while getting into the pullup. Needless to say, he ended up soaking the pullup and then soiling himself at the pool, and the mess leaked out of his pullup and down his legs, getting all over him. He started crying. And, it had been pretty clear he was trying not to mess himself.

But, now thickly diapered at all times, I loved seeing him squirm a little and then just mess his diaper and go back to whatever he was doing.

I pulled into the parking lot, and climbed out my door, going around to the back, and opening the door. I had to shake Austin awake.

As he came to, he looked right, and left, clearly startled. “Hush, baby. Take it easy” I cooed as I rubbed his head “We’re just parking at Pacos”

I had started bringing him here less then a week ago. I knew he was close to complete regression. But, I also knew that in order to get him to total submission, I would have to take him out of the house to more public places. Other men would have to see him in his diapers, and baby state, and he would have to accept that.

Pacos was an out of the way gay bar that welcomed fetishes. And, we had known most of the guys before Austy had begun his regression. I thought it would be good for Austin to confront and come to know these men as a baby.

I thought back to the first couple times we had come –Austin had been scared. The first time he had even started crying inside the place.

Shockingly for him, Caleb, one of the regulars who Austin had dated a couple years ago had become fed up with his crying, and had come up to him, pushed him to the ground, and made Austin suck on his pacifier and stay seated. Which, it seemed Austy had liked. And, thank god, it had quieted him down.

Austin sat up on the edge of the seat, and slowly climbed out of the car. He stretched his arms above his head, and clutching his pacifier in one hand, he walked beside me to the door.

I smiled. Even a month ago, he would have left his paci in the car unless I brought it.

Day 215 I rocked back and forth, my head on Daddy’s leg, as daddy pushed the nipple further into my mouth. I sucked slowly, as the oatmeal thickened milky mush flowed slowly into my mouth.

It wasn’t that I couldnt hold the bottle myself, I just liked it when daddy fed me. It was so easy. I lifted up my legs and bent them at the knee. I rocked my butt back and forth a little more. I grabbed my toe and tugged it toward my mouth.

I was wearing my favorite yellow sleeper, covered with characters from the Lion King. I kept unzipping it because I was warm, but daddy would zip it back up again.

As he was doing this, I saw Robert walk back up again.

I called him Daddy Rob now.

He had started living with us a little while ago. I couldn’t remember when. But he was very nice to Daddy and he helped change my diapers and he would feed me sometimes too and help me to get dressed in the morning.

When I was done with the bottle, I sat up, and Daddy Rob rubbed me on the head,

“What’s happening cutie pie? How’s daddy’s little guy?” with that, he shoved me back to laying down again, and unzipped my sleeper, feeling my diaper “Just a little wet, are we?” he cooed, as he zipped me back up.

I squirmed away and landed on the floor, where I shimmied to my coloring book, and began coloring a picture of Simba.

When I looked back at the couch, Daddy Robert and Daddy were close together and holding hands.

Day 249 I walked slowly into the nursery, not wanting to wake up Austy if he was still asleep. But, as I walked in, I saw him sitting up in his crib, sucking distractedly on a bottle of water that had been in with him since last night. With his other hand, he was clutching a teddy.

I approached him “hey there puppy” I cooed. Austy was wearing a onsie in tan brown, with a cartoon dog face on the front. He had chosen it himself. His diaper could be seen sticking out from under the leg gatherings. It was white in places, and yellow-stained in others.

He was never dry in the morning, so there was no point in checking. But, the Ultra diapers we were using on him now were enough to last through breakfast, so I didn’t change him. We had them specially ordered now – thick adult diapers but with the form and print of a baby diaper.

It didn’t smell like he was messy. I didn’t bother asking the boy – he never knew anymore.

I dropped the rail of the crib, and he mouthed “goo- morn-in” to me around the nipple of his bottle. I smiled.

I heard Rob walk in behind me. He was naked, which is how he slept. I was wearing my briefs. He thought we should wear as little as possible around Austin now to emphasize our manhood, and thus his submission.

Rob walked up to me, kissing me on the cheek, and then bending down and kissing Austin on the forehead.

“How’s my baby this morning?” he said, as he fondled his manhood.

Austin pulled the bottle out of his mouth, smiling “Good Morning, Daddy Rob!” he shouted, sliding off the side of the crib and landing on the floor. He scampered towards the door without looking back. He looked silly in his young man’s body with the infantile outfit, but super cute.

Rob and I looked at each other and grinned, before slowly following Austin into the hallway.

Day 297 “Mornin’ Austy” Daddy Rob drawled in a semi-babyish voice as he walked up to my oversized crib and dropped the bar. “How’s my little one this mornin? A little stinker from the smell! Don’t worry, daddy ‘ll get you all cleaned up”

I sat up slowly, I could feel my hard-on tenting the front of my diaper. My onesie was tight, and as I sat up it pushed in the crotch of my diaper against my dick. I moaned a little around my paci.

He paused “You wanna enjoy yourself a little before daddy cleans you?” daddy rob asked, slowly, grinning.

I grinned in return, and flopped back onto my back, rolling over onto my stomach, and feeling the plastic coated mattress wrinkling under me. I lifted my ass into the air, and began humping the mattress of the crib, hearing the crinkling get louder as I did so, and feeling my used and full diaper slide back and forth along my crotch.

Standing next to me, naked, as he usually was in the morning, daddy put a hand on the small of my back, as I was bucking down against the mattress.

“Good boy” he cooed “Good baby boy. You want to suck on something Austy?” rubbing the small of my back and diapered ass with more vigor. I could feel my shit smearing around the back of my diaper. I looked up at him eagerly.

In response, he moved closer to the side of the crib, where the bar was down, and he turned my head toward his crotch. He moved my mouth towards his cock, and pushed it into my mouth. I began to suck eagerly.

And, finally, I heard him urge “Go ahead son, you’re my little baby and always will be….cum into your diapers for daddy”, repeatedly pushing me down agaist the crib. As these words went through my head, I felt myself orgasm, and the cum sprayed out into my already well used diaper. Meanwhile, I felt daddy’s cum filling my mouth.

Day 329 I wiggled sideways, squirming around the harness. I moaned through my pacifier. I felt myself drool a little as I did that, and vaguely noticed the drool running down the side of my chin.

The drool distracted me and I forgot for a moment what I was doing. I watched it, with my head turned down, as it dripped onto my bib. The bib was white patterned in colorful baby block prints. Daddy had been making me wear them for the last couple months. I tugged at it, and felt it pull on the back of my neck.

I giggled.

I turned my attention back to the chair. This was new. A big high chair, I was strapped in by shoulder straps, and a locking crotch harness. My legs were splayed open by a plastic bar that went over the crotch of my diaper and then buckled around my waist. I was pretty high off the floor, and my feet dangled below me.

In front of me was a large white plastic tray. I wiggled again, and could feel the wrinkling of the plastic printed fabric below and behind me.

I furrowed my brow. It seemed like Daddy Rob and Mike always locked or snapped me in place where-ever I went now. I wiggled against the crotch harness, and it pushed against my diaper.

My bladder felt a little full and I released it without even thinking into my diaper. I tugged on my bib again. I whined.

Daddy Rob approached me. He was wearing only running shorts, no shirt, and the sheen of sweat covered his torso. He placed a bottle of juice on my tray.

Then Daddy Mike brought over some oatmeal. It was in a colorful plastic bowl.

They didn’t give me spoons to eat anymore, so I just scooped up some of the gooey thickened oatmeal with my fingers. And, slurped it down. It was good – rich and sweet. Of course, by the end of breakfast my face, hands, and bib were covered with food.

Day 343 I looked over at Austin. He was short for his age – 5 foot 4, and skinny. But, the way he bounced and wriggled made him seem much younger then his 22 years. He was smooth from head to toe.

He laughed as I grabbed him with the towel, and dried him off. I half dragged half carried the giggling boy back to his room, and dropped him on the table top we had recently installed – when it became clear that Austin would be in diapers for a long time.

He bounced at the end of it, his butt rustling on the plastic backed white matt with lion king prints. I pushed him backwards “Austin, lay down so we can get on your diaper, ok boy? Daddy Rob is waiting downstairs for dinner.”

Mercifully he complied.

He seemed distracted as I pulled out the thick disposable diapers from the shelf below him. I diapered him quickly, having him lift his ass in the air – mostly it didn’t take any instruction. He did it reflexively now, and I slid the diaper under his ass, swatting him quickly on his cute butt. I covered his little parts with baby oil and gel – I found it made Austy wriggle in his diapers a little more.

As I sat him up, in his dry diaper, I said “Austy, you know it’ll be a year tomorrow since you got back into diapers”

He looked at me blankly for a few minutes, chewing his bottom lip. Then, as if in reponse, he reached to the shelf on the side of the changing table, and grabbed a blue paci, which he stuck in his mouth and began sucking.

I though that as we neared his one year anniversary of baby-hood, we should emphasize Austin’s state, and so, with that in mind, I chose one of his most infantile outfits.

I slipped Austin’s head through the open snap-crotch bottom of the romper, and fastened the straps over his shoulders with the big cartoon buttons. It was cut low on the sides, with a bib in front and and a high back - baby-blue stripes with white - a classic young toddler playsuit. It ballooned over his diaper, which peeked out over the sides and around the leg openings of the shorts.

He looked at me sweetly as I did up the crotch snaps….his fresh diaper crinkling and the straps of the cute playsuit falling from his shoulders.

I had him crawl in front of me downstairs. He would mostly crawl on all fours, occasionally doing a walk-crawl where he would stick his butt in the air and rush forward on his hands and feet. I was wearing jeans and no shirt. Some of the other men in the living room were similarly dressed. Some wore army pants, others workout gear. Some just jeans. Rob was in his cargo shorts, and a skinny tank top. They all exclaimed when they saw Austin.

Trying this again, for the fourth time and months later, with what I think the offending images were removed. Wish me luck!

I am going to keep trying this story until it posts damnit!

Marisa has been diaper-trained for a few years now but it still breaks my heart when I see someone else struggle getting his girlfriend to comply. Here are six especially important tips I remember from getting Marisa accustomed to her life of diaper dependency.

1. Let Her Beg

The biggest roadblock I see in diaper training nowadays is that the girls stop wanting it (if they ever wanted it at all). Most women spend a month of two in diapers and get bored. Some decide to call it quits after their first time pooping themselves. Regardless the reason, so many girls nowadays are giving up too soon.

The problem actually lies with their boyfriends! When I wanted to diaper train my girlfriend, I took the non-traditional approach and waited for her to approach me. Because it has been her idea the entire time, I’ve faced very little resistance getting her used to wearing and using diapers at all times.

Of course, most young women would never willingly want to be regressed into diaper usage, Marisa definitely didn’t. For this stage I used a combination of hypnosis and manipulation. It was only a week before she was wetting the bed and getting targeted ads for diapers. Another before she stopped trying to hide the frequent day-time accidents. It was after a particularly stressful day of work for her that I feigned discovery of how she was about to run out of unstained panties. That well-timed moment was enough to break her and make her ask if she could try diapers.

And here was where I did the smartest thing that I did during all of Marisa’s diaper training – I said no. I sternly told her that there were plenty of other options and that I was sure that it would pass. It was only another few days before she came to me in tears, begging me to let her wear a diaper. She had wet herself while in a meeting with her boss, solidifying in her mind that she needed to wear diapers.

2. Make it Fashionable

The diapers are going to shock her. The stigma associated with them will make her recoil and cringe when you first start putting her into them. That’s why it’s important to create positive associations between her and her diapers.

Women are stupid. They’re distracted by pretty colors and cute patterns. That’s why I suggest that every diaper trainer immediately invest in cute onesies and lovely pacifiers for his beautiful girlfriend. Additionally, I think it’s important to avoid the boring plain looking medical diapers and jump to ones with adorable imagery. Remember: your girlfriend isn’t smart, the pretty designs will really help to draw her in.

There are a few other benefits to the increased cost. Marisa was so much better behaved when she realized I could silence her at any time using her new pacifier. I found it helpful to make her use it whenever she would get upset and I would comfort her, creating an association in her mind between sucking it and comfort.

The onesies held her diapers close to her skin, pressing the damp padding against her pussy at all times. It later became obvious how vital this was to the operation – she was never able to forget that she was diapered, making the normalization of it even faster for her.

Finally, the cuter diapers are almost always much thicker than the usual ones. Aside from the designs relaxing her, the added protection put Marisa’s mind at ease when using them and let me keep her in each one longer throughout the day. Keeping her in each diaper longer made the transition to my next tip ever easier.

3. Get Her Messy

If your girlfriend is like mine, this will be the hardest step of the journey. The argument always stems down to the same thing – that she needed her diapers because of her daytime accidents, but she has been using the toilet fine for pooping so far. The trickiest part is that she will be right, there is no logical reason to transition her into pooping herself for you.

But without fecal incontinence, the diapers will always feel transient. True or not, she will always believe that she can stop wearing them whenever she wants because it’s easy to retrain your bladder.

Every diaper training blog I read in my research talked about this issue, and none had concrete solutions. Here I am with one, what worked best for Marisa: make her mess herself, often! We have the tools; we just need to apply them.

Enemas, suppositories, hypnosis, whatever does the trick in your particular case is your best friend. I found suppositories worked the best for me. During Marisa’s morning diaper changes I would slip two in her ass (I’m lucky she’s so groggy in the morning) and wait for the eruption. Another piece of advice about messing in particular is that I never commented on it, I would always wait for her to approach me and tell me what happened. No matter how obvious it was that she messed herself, I always would make her think it was her choice to tell me about it.

The frequent accidents will start wearing on her mind. In my case, I furthered the manipulation by having her wear a butt-plug for the first twenty minutes after I diapered her in the morning. She still felt the urge to poop grow uncontrollably and had almost no ability to determine when it came out, but by “helping her” for the two weeks I did, I made her bowel muscles weaken even faster than they would have naturally. A high-risk move, but it definitely paid off in my case.

4. Take Her Public

Like with messing, your little girl won’t consider diapers part of her life until she starts wearing them out of the house. While wearing them all the time at home is definitely a good step, it isn’t until she braves the public sphere in her diapers that she will truly understand that they are part of her new life now.

Grocery stores, movie theaters, and parks are all perfect spots for your first outing. Make sure her diaper is well covered but easily exposed by the slightest accidental fidget. You want her to be nervous but without much actual risk.

I would suggest a skirt or dress (the more infantile the better) for the first public outing. They serve as an accent to her infantilization while readily hiding her diaper and providing an easy way for it to get exposed.

I would also suggest staying out until she uses her diaper. Eventually she will have to get used to using her diaper in public, so the first outing should be consistent with the rest. This was Marisa after her first outing.

We stayed in the diner for two hours while I fiddled with my pancakes ignoring her nervous pleas to use the bathroom. Eventually she exploded, audibly pissing her diaper with dozens of other patrons within earshot. The dress I’d chosen for her was long enough when her diaper was dry but stopped just short of the bottom of her padding after she soaked it, giving anyone looking a show as she shamefully waddled out of the diner.

5. Spank Early, Spank Often

The best punishment I found was a spanking! It’s so simple, yet so effective. The threat of the physical pain is enough to make most little girls stop in their tracks, but the synergy of spanking with Marisa’s diaper training paired so well.

First and most importantly, a good spanking will make your little girl appreciate her diapers more! I did the first spanking without a diaper on and the second with it on and although she definitely felt it both times, I’m sure the pain was much more manageable when I let her wear her diaper. Afterwards I even started letting her choose whether or not to wear her diaper during her spanking and she still hasn’t chosen to not wear one.

The spanking also pushes whatever is in her diaper against her skin, furthering the normalization of having something in it. If she can feel the mess stick to her skin during the spanking, it won’t feel out of place when she feels a new mess in the middle of watching television.

A final note on spanking is that my favorite combination recently has been giving Marisa an enema right before spanking her. Watching her squirm and beg before she finally gives up and messes herself in the middle of a spanking has been the entertainment of my month. Results aren’t definitive yet, but I highly recommend so far.

Another effective punishment in Marisa's case was a chastity belt. Your little girl is going to think she's being sneaky when she grinds her soaked diaper against her pussy, but you obviously know what kind of naughtiness she's getting up to. A chastity belt without any acknowledgment of what your baby has been up to after you put her to bed will have her furiously blushing and promising to behave.

6. Reward Your Baby

Conversely, your little girl should be rewarded when she’s well behaved. Whether it’s messing herself in public without a fuss or letting you cum inside of her during a diaper change, positive behavior should always be met with positive reinforcement.

I often mix it up between letting her hold the vibrator and controlling it myself. Both have their advantages, but the important step is just letting her use it. The vibrator is amplified by the diaper, especially if it’s wet, and after a few months you may find your little purposefully delaying using the vibrator until she has had an accident.

Orgasms also release positive hormones in her mind which she’ll associate with you and the entire diaper training process. This is the most important thing you can do to solidify your baby’s future as diaper dependent. She won’t even think about taking off her diapers once she begins to associate them with the pleasures of orgasm.

It starts out as a little interest that you dabble in every once in a while, just because you’re curious right?

Then it becomes a hobby, you pick up some diapers and have fun with yourself in the comfort of your padding. Taking a picture to see how you look.

But then you get sucked in, you discover tumblr, imagefap and Diaper Gooner Machine…it’s not enough to indulge yourself once…it’s over and over again. Diapers are no longer a weekend thing, they become nightly rituals. The risk gets bigger, you start wearing them outside, under your normal clothes and even to work!

Diapers at this point consume you, more of your sexuality getting gobbled up by diapers and waving goodbye to sex. You’ve uploaded countless pictures to the internet that have now been saved and re uploaded by other people on sites you don’t even know about.

But as scary as it all sounds, you’ll be too mindless to even care. YOU BELONG TO THE DIAPER COMMUNITY

Clothes

Dresses. If you are a girl, I would recommend putting more midi and maxi dresses in your wardrobe, whether or not they suit your style.

Jeans. Go for the most relaxed fit you can find.

Onesies. You should have a good number of these. I would recommend well over a dozen minimum. I know they’re expensive, but it’s a good investment.

Overalls and shortalls. Especially for people who are regularly more heavily diapered or have more severe continence needs, overalls and shortalls are preferable to jeans and shorts, respectively, if you can make them work.

Shirts. I would recommend getting more polo shirts; onesies, which typically have high, round necks, look a little weird under T-shirts with lower round necks, for this reason. Unfortunately, I don’t know any onesies which suit V-necks.

Shorts. Try to avoid board shorts (which are commonly worn casually where I live). If you need casual shorts, you can usually quite easily get polycotton drawstring shorts with a decent amount of give in the fabric. If those are too informal, I would consider knee-length belted shorts. If you’re solo, it’s okay and probably ideal for your shorts to have close-fitting legs. However, if you have a caregiver, try to make sure your shorts allow space for two fingers to touch your diaper.

Sizes. For a few specific clothing items in my wardrobe, I have the same item in several sizes because I know I’ll need it when wearing drastically different amounts of diapering. (The overalls I wear over ABU Preschool diapers are not the same overalls I wear over several layers of cloth diapers.)

Skirts. Whether you are a boy or a girl, if you have a caregiver then I would recommend getting skirts for home wear and pairing them with transparent, unlined plastic pants.

Pyjamas. Avoid two-piece pyjamas, boxers, and boxer-briefs. Ideally, wear a sleeper in winter and autumn, and sleep in just your diapers in spring and summer. Sleepers get their own section below because they have their own nuances.

Diapers

Cloth vs. disposable. Cloth diapers are a smaller overall investment, they’re comfier, and they’re more environmentally friendly; however, they’re generally bulkier and harder to move in, to the point that they’re difficult to hide, and washing them may be a challenge for the squeamish. Disposable diapers are a larger ongoing cost and will probably eventually become unavailable; however, they’re more convenient, they’re easier to get, they’re usually more discreet, and they don’t get bulkier as fast as cloth diapers.

Boosters. These are available for both cloth and disposable diapers. They go in the crotch of your diaper and provide extra absorbent material. There are waterproof and non-waterproof boosters. All cloth boosters are non-waterproof. Waterproof boosters usually have more absorbency overall, but can’t leak in a controlled fashion, so you can’t safely stack them. While boosters provide noticeably more absorbency, they do add noticeable bulk to even bulkier disposable diapers. They’re less noticeable in cloth diapers, partly because cloth diapers have an overall bulk advantage and partly because cloth boosters are usually thinner.

Daytime, overnight and more. Daytime diapers only need to last 4 to 6 hours usually - enough time that you’re not constantly changing them. Overnight diapers should last comfortably as long as you sleep (usually a minimum of 8 hours), so will often be considerably thicker and harder to hide. With regard to “more”, you should also figure out the most absorbent diapering setup you can come up with (maybe a heavily boosted overnight disposable diaper, maybe several layers of cloth diapers, etc.) for situations where you can’t change for a long time or where you know you will be voiding unusually heavily.

Swim diapers. Most swim diapers are containment briefs designed primarily for people who mess. There are a few wacky ideas such as the Netti CombiAqua, which is basically water plastic pants and will waterproof an ordinary disposable diaper if it’s cut low enough.

Training pants. Stay away from off-the-shelf pull-ups - they really are not recommended for anything resembling severe incontinence no matter how they are marketed. Even if you are going to toilet-train, I would recommend using proper pull-on cloth diapers at least for the first while. The important point is not having them be thin, it’s that they can be pulled up and down. Don’t use something with less absorbency than you need out of pride alone.

Diaper supplies

Diaper bag. Assess what you will actually need to put in it. A messenger bag won’t always do it and it can look ridiculous if you try. My needs have evolved to the point that I have a full-sized backpack for carrying my diaper supplies around in.

Baby lotion. I’m honestly not sure if this has any function for adults. I would welcome an answer.

Baby powder. The function of it is to stop diaper rash. I would recommend using it every time except when you’re changing out of a messy diaper.

Baby wipes. This is significantly better than dry or wet toilet paper for cleaning yourself.

Containment bags. Whether you’re throwing away disposable diapers, or storing cloth ones, you need something to contain them in. Especially if you’ve got cloth diapers, have a test run with a few different brands to make sure that your containment bags can comfortably close over your diapers. Not much use if they can’t.

Diaper rash cream. This is obviously to clear up diaper rash. I would, however, recommend using it as a preventative if you’re changing into a clean diaper from a messy one (this is obviously after completely cleaning yourself off).

Disposable gloves. It’s not always necessary to use these if you’re changing wet diapers. It /is/ if you’re changing messy diapers. I would also recommend getting long-cuff gloves if you can get them in large enough packs at a good price. This is because if you’re changing your own messy diapers it is surprisingly easy to end up getting stuff past the wristline of normal-cuff gloves, even if you’re being careful, and no matter how strong your stomach is, that sucks.

Spare clothes. A lot of people say ‘carry spare pants’. I would actually carry a full set of spare clothes: onesie, plastic pants, shirt, pants or skirt, socks, jacket if applicable. This is because even though you can traditionally only leak around the diaper area, particularly aggressive and nasty leaks can reach your socks, and if you’re wearing, for example, white socks, you really don’t want that stain. In addition, it’s quite easy to leak out of the top of your diaper and that can get on your shirt.

Spare diapers. Take more spare diapers than you need and think carefully about where you’re going - don’t just use the diapers you would use at home. If I know I’m going to have a long day and it might be followed by a night out, I don’t even bother packing daytime diapers - I just pack a few overnights and deal with the extra bulk.

Furniture and furniture protection

Changing mat. These don’t come into their own as much if you’re solo, because most of the time it’s just as easy to change your own diapers standing up. However, if you have a caregiver, it’s almost invariably much easier for them to change your diapers with you lying down, so you should have one of these. If you’re in the early stages of 24/7 and would like to change wherever you want in your house, these are also good for that.

Changing table. These are never strictly necessary. However, I think the psychological benefit is good. They are quite dear - a basic wooden changing table in adult size, with storage compartment, will set you back US$800 or so, but a basic one is all you need. It means you’re not changing on your bed (which feels temporary and ad hoc).

Mattress protector. I would recommend just getting a non-absorbent PVC fitted sheet. These can be very cheap - my first one cost $10. Make sure it’s in the right size - err on the large side if necessary - because if you use an undersized sheet it will tear at the seams. (I got a king single sheet, but my king single mattress is taller than usual, and my sheet got wrecked.) Keep in mind, PVC fitted sheets are usually white and will pick up dye from the normal fitted sheets over them.

Underpad. This is just a low-profile absorbent pad with a waterproof backing. I think it is actually ideal if you get a ton of these and put them on everything in your house that you regularly sit on - it allows you to walk around in just a t-shirt, diaper and plastic pants, which minimises the need for laundry. If you are sleeping at someone else’s house, these are also useful for making sure that you don’t leak on their sheets.

Plastic pants

Bikini cut vs. full cut vs. high waist. Honestly, bikini-cut pants are useless because they usually don’t cover the top of the diaper (which is a channel for leaks in its own right). I’ve seen promotional shots where they do, but I’ve tried it, and my diapers would have to be taped up so skewed that the top of my mons pubis was showing for that to happen. Full-cut pants are much closer to how disposable diapers are normally cut, which is how those diapers are meant to be worn. Full-cut plastic pants are good for most disposable diapers and some cloth diapers; surprisingly, despite their having been originally designed for cloth diapers, my plastic pants don’t reliably fit over cloth diapers in the same size. High-waist diapers are good for cloth diapers (although the waist ends up lower than advertised because of the extra bulk in the diaper area).

Covered vs. uncovered elastics. Real mixed bag with these ones. Uncovered elastics can sometimes be more comfortable, but they’re also absorbent and non-waterproof, meaning your leak protection is compromised. Covered elastics can be quite uncomfortable if incompetently made, but that isn’t often the case. I would generally recommend getting pants with covered elastics and suffering through it.

Lined vs. unlined. Lined plastic pants have usually a single layer of absorbent material inside them. I use these all the time despite the fact that they’re not available in my country, and the only supplier of them outside my country that I know of is Fetware. They’re really good for disposables, which generally don’t leak very much but do often leak a little; I think unlined plastic pants are still designed mostly with cloth diapers in mind, even though they’re marketed to disposable wearers as well. With cloth diapers, the lining wouldn’t make a lot of difference; with disposable diapers, it does. However, the lining is obviously invariably opaque, so if you have a caregiver, you should stick to unlined pants so they can see the wetness indicator during diaper checks.

Pull-on vs. snap-on. Snap-on pants are marketed as more convenient. Personally, I don’t see it that way - the easy air channel means it’s easier for smell to escape, especially if your diaper doesn’t have good odor control or if you’re messy. While you can put on and remove snap-on pants without taking your pants off, I don’t see it as that much additional convenience. Frankly, I think stick to pull-ons.

PVC vs polyurethane vs PUL vs rubber. PVC is what most plastic pants are made of - if they’re just advertised as ‘plastic’, that’s what they are. Polyurethane is, I believe, also known as EuroFlex - it’s way louder but apparently stronger. PUL feels very much like the polyester boardshorts are made out of; I’ve generally found that PUL is noisy and doesn’t have good odour control, but I only have access to one no-name kind of PUL pants where I live, so your mileage may vary. Rubber pants are surprisingly good despite having a reputation for being outmoded - I find them easy to wash, sturdy, and flexible to allow room for different amounts of diapering.

Sleepers

Feet vs. footless. I hate to be a negative Nancy here but I am going to recommend footless. If you need warm feet, you can put socks on; sleeper feet get dirty very fast even if you’re wearing them in an environment that you think is clean.

Closure patterns. I’ve owned sleepers which close several different ways. Here are the ones I’ve seen, in order of commonality.

Short I pattern. Sleeper opens at the front, usually with a zip, to the waist. This is the usual pattern and has the advantage of being easy to get.

Long I pattern. Sleeper opens at the front, usually with a zip, to one ankle. This is also relatively easy to get, and has the advantage that a caregiver can unzip the sleeper down to a level where diaper checks are possible.

Y pattern. Sleeper opens with snaps that run to the inner crotch, then down to both ankles. This is the best closure pattern for 24/7 wearers with caregivers, because the sleeper legs can easily be taken off the real legs and pushed up above the waist. It also allows for easier diaper checks because the sleeper can be opened from navel to mid-thigh without exposing the rest of the torso or risking sliding off the shoulder.

Who doesn’t savor a slow, sensual diaper change? The thrill of getting a new box of diapers in the mail? The unexpected bottom-pat from a grinning partner?

These are moments we all love. But there are other moments that don’t get talked about as much, if at all. Special moments that only someone in diapers can appreciate. 

Sun-n-Fun. A bathing suit is the skimpiest thing most of us ever wear in public. Spending a toasty July day lounging at the lake or the ocean, soaking up the rays, $.47 of fabric covering your butt--it’s incredibly freeing. Then the sun dips below the horizon. The towels and sunscreen go back in the beach bag. You head home a bit damp, a bit sunburned. Some stubborn grains of sand chafe at spots you’d rather not mention. You’re done feeling free. Feeling exposed. You want to feel safe and secure. Comfortable and cared for. So off comes that slip of clammy fabric and on goes a thick, dry diaper. A warm, fluffy hug to help you relax in the cool dark of your home.  

Rise and Shine. Waking up in a wet diaper is a fantastic way to start the day. Your sheets are dry. Yay! You have a warm squish wrapped around your waist, hugging your parts. Double yay! And then there’s that special smell. The scent of a wet overnight diaper is just different than a wet diaper at any other time of the day. It’s a smell that says “I belong in diapers.” And you do, don’t you? You woke up soaked and squishy, after all. And even if you changed out of the diaper right now the smell would still linger on your skin. But you aren’t going to change out of it right now anyway. You’re gonna waddle downstairs, pour yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and watch cartoons. Then, when you’re good and ready, you’ll change your squishbutt.

Dresser Drawer. Slide open the top drawer of almost any dresser and you’re gonna see saggy boxers, boring briefs, or some humdrum panties. Maybe there’ll be a couple cute patterns or something lacey in the mix. But most everything is going to be as functional, as utilitarian, as unremarkable as an electric bill. Well, almost any dresser. That’s not what you see in your dresser, is it? Your dresser is packed with soft, crinkly diapers. Neat stacks of fluffy goodness, each one a different color or design for a different day of the week, a different mood. Or maybe it’s a crisp row of white diapies, lined up on their sides, each one begging to be taken out, fluffed, and taped tightly. Every time you open that drawer it reminds you: This isn’t a temporary thing. This isn’t a phase. Diapers are your underwear. 

Before the Coffee. Nowhere are habits more important than the first shower of the day. When you’re still blinking sleep out of your eyes, it helps to have a set of steps you can follow before the first cup of coffee hits your system. For those of us in diapers, there are a couple of extra steps in that morning ritual. A few vital moments between toweling off and pulling on our jeans. You step out of the shower feeling fresh. Rejuvenated. Your skin is flushed and just a little damp. There’s a world of responsibilities outside that bathroom door, but you don’t need to worry about that right now. You’re in your own steamy little world. You might start with some lotion, working it into your thighs so everything stays silky soft. Then you sprinkle on the baby powder, dusting your private parts in scented goodness. Next comes the diaper. Perhaps you picked something with lions or giraffes or teddy bears or spaceships. Maybe a diaper as thick as a summertime rain cloud or discreet as a ninja’s wraps. You draw it all the way up to your belly button, a bit of powder puffing out of the waistband as you tape it on tight.  Whatever else happens during the day, you’ll remember this moment. How clean you felt. How soft and how little.  

Brush Those Toofers. You might not use the nasty potty anymore, but you still need to brush your teeth before bed. So you change yourself into one of your bulkiest nighttime diapers and toddle into the bathroom. Maybe you’re wearing your favorite Rugrats t-shirt, poofy-pampers-butt poking out below Tommy Pickles toes. Or maybe it’s a pair of slate-gray sweatpants or PJ bottoms with a papery waistband peeking over the top. As you stand there, looking at yourself in the mirror, you twirl a bit. Nothing else quite looks like a diaper, does it? There’s no hiding the bulk. The fluff. The layers of absorbent wonderfulness between your legs. The tapes applied firmly to plastic, keeping you where you belong. As you pose, checking yourself from every angle, the telltale crinkles echo on the tile. There’s definitely no hiding the sound, either. But who would want to hide it?  

Oasis. It’s freezing. You are freezing. Every millimeter of skin that’s exposed to the frigid winter air cries out for relief. Your nose runs. The tips of your ears are numb and more than a bit tender. Every time the wind blows you retreat a bit further into your jacket, like a turtle in its shell. You might be snowboarding. Shoveling your driveway. Walking the dog. Or simply trudging back to your car after a long day at the office. Point is, the whole world is icy. Sterile. Not suited for human life. But then you feel it. That bit of pressure. The tiny tug inside your body reminding you of that second iced tea. You smile a little, relax, and it starts. A faint hissing sound that only you can hear, followed by a warm trickle of heat on your private bits. Your thighs. Your bottom. Warm wetness spreads and wraps around you, a tiny oasis of heat and life in a frozen wasteland. 

That Aisle. You know the one I’m talking about. Getting a prescription filled? Gotta go through that aisle to get there. Picking up Cinnamon Toast Crunch (you know you’re going to now) and a gallon of milk? That aisle isn’t just the fastest way to get there--it’s the only way. And it doesn’t matter if you’ve never even been to this store before. You could be on vacation thousands of miles from home in some strange grocery store. You will find it. Or it will find you. The sweet smell of baby powder, Luvs, and scented wipes will draw you in. The colorful pacifiers, bibs, and stacking blocks will lead you onward. And maybe for a second, looking at all of those bright packages packed tight with diapers that promise comfort and absorbency and brand-name cartoon characters, you feel a bit bummed. They won’t fit you, after all, will they? You gave up your diapers a lifetime ago for some stickers on a chart; bribed with some M&Ms in a jar on the back of the potty. Then you remember: you don’t have to give anything up. You’re wearing a diaper right now, and no one can take that away from you ever again. 

Hustle and Bustle. Plenty of people take naps. Plenty of people climb into bed early after a long day of work or school. But doing it diapered is just different. Especially if the world is still going about its business all around you. Cars are honking. Dogs are yapping. Maybe your roommate or partner is washing dishes in the kitchen. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. You’re snuggled up under the blankets with your favorite book. You have a warm bottle or your paci. Maybe a well-loved stuffy to keep you company. And of course, a diaper. Let everyone else hustle around, rushing and worrying. Trying to cram as much into the day as possible. You’re cozy. Safe. Right where you want to be. 

I’ll Never Tell. There’s the world you inhabit with everyone else. The “normal” world. The one that contains your cranky boss and your Aunt Margaret and the barista with the dolphin tattoo. Then there’s the world you only share with those who know. Your closest friend that you told over three-too-many Appletinis. Your loving partner, holding you on the couch as you spilled your guts. Or that person from a nearby city that you met online after months of chatting about board games and TV shows and, of course, diapers. When you’re with your special people--the ones who get you, who know you--the secret world is only ever just below the surface. The knowing look your BFF gives you when the Pampers ad comes on the TV. The way your partner wordlessly takes your hand to cross the parking lot. The chuckle your friend lets loose when you go glassy-eyed in the checkout line. In those moments, your secret world melds with the real world--just enough to make you feel whole and alive and integrated, but hidden enough to feel special and precious.