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Oli felt excitement & exhilaration. Tomorrow Oli would turn 18 and finally be free of his foster dad. Oli was sure His foster dad only cared about the monthly checks from the state. Now, as an adult at 18, those checks would come to Oli until he turned 21. Oli can get his own place! Finally have freedom & privacy! Oli’s body shivered with excitement & anticipation. Oli could feel his cock, hard & leaking, knowing that he could finally indulge his most secret, hidden sexual fantasies. But first, there was one last dinner & evening with his foster dad to get through. Even now Oli could smell the pleasing aroma burgers on the grill. Time to head downstairs and get through this last dinner, Oli told himself.

By the time he got downstairs, dinner was on the table, and the burgers smelled great. Glancing at his foster dad, Oli wondered why his instincts had always seemed to warn Oli not to trust him.

“I hope you’re hungry, Oli!,” his foster dad said. “I’ve made a bazillion hamburgers, you’re favorite, and even got you that ketchup that you love so much!”

As he sat down, Oli saw a huge bottle of his favorite brand of ketchup on the table. Confused as to why his foster dad was going to all this effort on his last night there, Oli grabbed a burger, peeled off the top half of the bun, squirted a generous amount of ketchup on it, replaced the bun & took a big bite. All of a sudden Oli realized he was very hungry, and very quickly ate three of the large burgers, after slathering them with ketchup. Coming out of a daze, Oli realized his foster dad was speaking to him.

“How do you feel, Oli?” his foster dad asked.

“I feel great” Oli said. “I’m finally getting out of here tomorrow, away from you. Plus I’ll finally have control of the monthly checks & have financial independence, too!” Oli couldn’t believe what he’d just said! Why was he telling his foster dad his plans?

“And what do you plan to do once you’re on your own, with money to burn? What’s got you so excited?” Oli’s foster dad asked.

“It’s a secret,” Oli said, “I can’t tell you or anyone.” Oli was horrified by the words coming out of his mouth.

“Tell me, Oli, all about this deep, dark secret of yours” his foster said, smiling as he looked at a very bewildered Oli.

Oli knew he could never tell ANYONE about his perverted sexual fantasies, let alone his foster dad. But to his horror, Oli felt his mouth open and words he promised he’d never speak started to tumble out of his mouth.

“I want, no, I NEED to wear diapers, drink from a bottle, wear onesies & footed pajamas,” a shocked Oli heard himself saying. “I need to be babied to feel sexual pleasure, get a hard-on & make my dick cum.” Oli could feel the heat on his face as his skin turned deep red from extreme embarrassment and shame. Why was he telling ANYONE, let alone his foster dad, what had been his deepest, most personal secret?

“Tell me all about your secret, naughty, dreams, Oli. Daddy needs to know everything!”

Unable to stop them, a blur of cascading images began to flood poor Oli’s brain: Strong hands lifting a naked Oli onto a large changing table, while a huge pacifier is pushed into his mouth. In his mind, Oli sees his legs being lifted and an impossibly thick, padded diaper is shoved under his butt. Oli whimpered in desire and shame, his impossibly hard dick leaking a steady stream of precum as he imagines his butt lowered onto the soft, thick diaper. Oli doesn’t understand why the loud crinkling noise the diaper makes as Oli’s bum-bum makes contact with the diaper embarrasses him even more. Cheeks burning red with shame, Oli’s dick continues to pump out precum as it tries to poke a hole through Oli’s shorts.

The images keep coming into Oli’s brain, and as each imaged formed Oli felt compelled to describe the images to his foster dad. Where were the images coming from & why on earth was Oli telling his foster dad all about his deepest sexual needs & fantasies?

More images: A baby wipe cleans his hard peepee, then wipes between the cheeks of his bum bum to clean around his little boy hole. A finger gently pokes the wipe into his hole, making Oli grown and forcing more precum to ooze out of Oli’s dick. The smell of baby powder overwhelms Oli as his hairless peepee & groin are covered with it. Before Oli’s brain can react to the image of the baby powder, he feels a cool lotion being liberally spread all over his boy hole. Baby powder. Diaper rash lotion. Pacifier in his mouth. Diaper crinkling loudly. The sounds, smells & images of being babied overwhelmed little Oli’s brain. His dick explodes in his pants, unleashing a flood of stickies in the most intense orgasm of Oli’s life.

“No, Oli, you’re not going crazy” his foster dad said. “It’s just a little additive I put in your beloved ketchup. It forces you to tell & experience the 100% truth. Although I must admit, I had no idea that you’re such a kinky, perverted little boy!” his foster dad continued, smiling & laughing at Oli.

Oli moaned and felt his peepee getting hard again, his cock burping out even more precum as he heard his foster dad call him a ‘little boy.’ Oli felt waves of fear and shame wash over his body. Feeling dizzy & lightheaded, he passed out & slumped onto the table.

“Sleep well, little Oli. Tomorrow you start a brand new life!” Daddy smiled as he lifted Oli and carried him into the boy’s bedroom. Stripping off Oli’s clothes, Daddy put Oli to bed & left the room.

THE NEXT DAY ===============

Chapter 1, Oli’s New Life Begins

Oli woke up, groggy & confused. He’d had the weirdest dream involving his foster Dad, and now Oli woke up to find his foster Dad hovering over him, nudging Oli with his fingers.

“Wake up, my little boy, time for Daddy to bathe you. I can’t have my little guy being all stinky! I’ve already prepared your bath. Up & at 'em, little boy!”

Oli was very confused. What was his foster Dad talking about? Giving Oli a bath? Calling him a little boy & little guy? Why was his foster Dad in his bedroom? Oli tried to think but his brain was in a fog & didn’t seem to want to question what his foster Dad was doing. Oli vaguely remembered he had important things to do today, but what were they? It was sooooo much easier to let Daddy make all the decisions. Wait, why was Oli now thinking of his foster father as his daddy? Oli’s confusion deepened.

“C’mon, little Oli” daddy said as he stripped the blankets off of Oli, grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed. Lifting Oli into his arms, daddy carried Oli into the bathroom & stood him next to the bathtub. Oli looked into the tub & noticed it was filled with steaming, blue-tinted water. It looked warm & inviting. Daddy sat on the edge of the tub, and pulled little Oli close to him & pulled Oli’s boxer-briefs off him, leaving his little boy naked.

“No more big boy underwear for my baby boy,” Daddy said with a smile. Lifting little Oli up in the air, Daddy sat him down in the very warm, very blue water. Daddy made Oli lean back against the back wall of his tub, until only his neck & head were above the water.

“Is my little guy enjoying his bath? We need to go shopping to get you some little boy bath toys” Daddy said.

“Oli luv the bath, very warm & comfy, but bath toys would be fun!” Oli didn’t realize he had referred to himself in the 3rd person, but Daddy noticed & smiled. “Why is the water such a pretty blue color, daddy?” Oli asked. “I’ve never had such pretty bath water before!” Oli giggled.

“This is a very special bath water, my beautiful baby boy, it will remove all that nasty, big-boy hair – forever!” Daddy told Oli, grinning deeply. “I want my baby boy to be baby smooth! Stand up for Daddy, so I can wash you & see if the bath water has done its job.”

Little Oli stood up, putting a hand on Daddy’s should to steady himself. “Look Daddy, little Oli is all smooth, no hairs anywhere!” Oli proudly stated, looking over his now completely hairless body. “Even my peepee hairs are all gone!” Oli delightedly exclaimed. Oli looked at his Daddy, hoping that he approved of how smooth little Oli’s body had become.

“You look even more beautiful now, my little Oli. Daddy wants you to be his smooth baby boy forever! But now let’s get you cleaned up!” As he said this, Daddy grabbed a washcloth, poured a generous amount of body wash over it, and starting with Oli’s forehead, he began to use the washcloth to clean his baby boy.

When Daddy’s hand & the washcloth reached his peepee & newly bald balls, Oli started to giggle. “Oli luvs it when you rub his dinkie with the washcloth, Daddy” Oli whispered, feeling naughty as his peepee began to harden while Daddy washed it.

“Daddy knows lots of ways to make Oli’s dinkie feel good.” As he said this, Daddy spread body wash over the fingers of his left hand, while his right hand continued to rub Oli’s peepee.

“Daddy! Oh my, what are you doing with my little bumbum?” Oli groaned as he felt a finger being pushed into his butt. Oli continued to whine & groan as his body was wracked with pleasure as the finger began moving in & out of his hole as his incredibly hard peepee continued to be rubbed with the washcloth.

Oli groaned in surprise as his pleasure deepened when he felt a second finger slowly pushing into his butt. “Daddy, that feels sooo good. I’m going to make stickies soon, daddy, is that OK? Please daddy, can little Oli squirt stickies?” Oli begged.

“My baby Oli has been a very good boy, so Daddy will make you squirt your stickies, NOW!” As he said this, Daddy pushed a third, bodywash covered finger into Oli’s boy hole.

Oli groaned as he felt his hole stretched, pleasure filled his brain as his peepee began firing his load of boycum. Daddy aimed Oli’s peepee upwards so his stickies shot all over Oli’s tummy. Dropping the washcloth, daddy ran his fingers through Oli’s still-warm load of stickies, then pushed his fingers deep into Oli’s mouth.

“One of Daddy’s rules, little Oli, is that every time you squirt stickies, Daddy will feed them to you. Do you like the flavor, my baby boy?” Daddy asked.

After slurping the last of his cum from his daddy’s fingers, a smiling Oli shook his head yes. “Oli luvs eating his stickies all up!” He happily exclaimed. Then a worried look flashed across Oli’s face. “Is it naughty that little Oli lubs eating his stickies all up, Daddy?”

Gently pulling his fingers from Oli’s little boy hole, Daddy smiled at his baby boy. “No, Oli, it is never naughty to do what your daddy tells you to do.” Pulling the plug on the drain, daddy turned on the shower & rinsed the bluish bath water & body wash off of Oli, then grabbed a huge, thick bath towel & wrapped it around his baby boy. Then Daddy picked up his towel-covered boy & carried him into Daddy’s bedroom. Laying Oli on Daddy’s bed, he briefly left the room & returned carry a small container filled with a deep red, thick sauce.

Setting the container on the bed next to Oli, Daddy pulled the towel away, leaving Oli naked, laying on his back on Daddy’s bed. Again leaving the room, Daddy soon returned carrying a number of items, but it was the diaper that Oli’s eyes focused on with surprise.

“Baby boys need to be safely diapered to prevent accidents, Oli” Daddy said. As he said this, Daddy lifted Oli’s legs and slid the open diaper under Oli’s butt. Once the diaper was in position, daddy grabbed the baby powder, and sprinkled it over Oli’s dinkie & balls. Taking a finger & wiping it through the baby powder, daddy then smeared baby powder all over Oli’s upper lip, under his nose, so Oli got the full benefit of the rich smell of the baby powder.

Oli’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Oh, Daddy, that smells soooo good!” Oli said with a deep, contented sigh.

Daddy smiled, wiping his hand all around Oli’s little boy parts, until the baby powder was fully absorbed into Oli’s skin, taking with it all remains moisture from his bath. Grabbing the tube of diaper rash cream, daddy spread a generous amount on his index finger, and began spreading it between Oli’s butt cheeks, giving his butt crack a thorough layer of the cream, and even gently pushing slightly into little Oli’s boy hole.

Feeling his peepee start to stiffen again, Oli groaned happily. “Oh Daddy, that makes my butt feels so good. Can I make stickies again? Please Daddy, can I” Oli begged.

Pulling his finger from between Oli’s cheeks, Daddy laughed and said: “Not right now, sport. Time to finish getting you diapered up. But first Daddy needs to cover your dinkie & balls with this special sauce!” Grabbing the container of red goop, Daddy began to liberally slather the red mixture all over little Oli’s peepee & balls.

Oli couldn’t help giggling. “Daddy’s putting ketchup in my peepee!” Oli said, unable to stop laughing at what seemed hilariously funny. “Silly Daddy!” Oli exclaimed, still laughing.

Making sure all of Oli’s boy parts were thoroughly coated with the red sauce, Daddy looked into Oli’s eyes and smiled at his laughing little boy. “This is a very special kind of ketchup, Oli. It’s going to do something wonderful!” Daddy said. “But now it’s time to get you diapered & back to bed for nap time. The special sauce will make my baby boy very sleepy.”

Daddy finished pulling the diaper tightly across little Oli’s butt & hips, using the tabs to tightly secure the diaper in place. The diaper was covered with very cute blue, pink & yellow baby hippos, Oli noticed before he let out a huge yawn, and realized he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Carrying Oli back to his own bed, Daddy put Oli to bed, pulling the covers up & over his diaper-clad baby boy. “Sweet dreams, my little Oli. Later we will go shopping to get you some proper little boy clothes!” Daddy said as he stooped down to kiss Oli on the forehead. Rising back up, he noticed Oli was already deeply asleep.

Smiling, Daddy left the room. “Your new life as my baby boy is just beginning, Oli” Daddy thought.

Wayward Oli, Chapter 1, Oli’s New Life Begins

Oli woke up, groggy & confused. He’d had the weirdest dream involving his foster Dad, and now Oli woke up to find his foster Dad hovering over him, nudging Oli with his fingers.

“Wake up, my little boy, time for Daddy to bathe you. I can’t have my little guy being all stinky! I’ve already prepared your bath. Up & at 'em, little boy!”

Oli was very confused. What was his foster Dad talking about? Giving Oli a bath? Calling him a little boy & little guy? Why was his foster Dad in his bedroom? Oli tried to think but his brain was in a fog & didn’t seem to want to question what his foster Dad was doing. Oli vaguely remembered he had important things to do today, but what were they? It was sooooo much easier to let Daddy make all the decisions. Wait, why was Oli now thinking of his foster father as his daddy? Oli’s confusion deepened.

“C’mon, little Oli” daddy said as he stripped the blankets off of Oli, grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed. Lifting Oli into his arms, daddy carried Oli into the bathroom & stood him next to the bathtub. Oli looked into the tub & noticed it was filled with steaming, blue-tinted water. It looked warm & inviting. Daddy sat on the edge of the tub, and pulled little Oli close to him & pulled Oli’s boxer-briefs off him, leaving his little boy naked.

“No more big boy underwear for my baby boy,” Daddy said with a smile. Lifting little Oli up in the air, Daddy sat him down in the very warm, very blue water. Daddy made Oli lean back against the back wall of his tub, until only his neck & head were above the water.

“Is my little guy enjoying his bath? We need to go shopping to get you some little boy bath toys” Daddy said.

“Oli luv the bath, very warm & comfy, but bath toys would be fun!” Oli didn’t realize he had referred to himself in the 3rd person, but Daddy noticed & smiled. “Why is the water such a pretty blue color, daddy?” Oli asked. “I’ve never had such pretty bath water before!” Oli giggled.

“This is a very special bath water, my beautiful baby boy, it will remove all that nasty, big-boy hair – forever!” Daddy told Oli, grinning deeply. “I want my baby boy to be baby smooth! Stand up for Daddy, so I can wash you & see if the bath water has done its job.”

Little Oli stood up, putting a hand on Daddy’s should to steady himself. “Look Daddy, little Oli is all smooth, no hairs anywhere!” Oli proudly stated, looking over his now completely hairless body. “Even my peepee hairs are all gone!” Oli delightedly exclaimed. Oli looked at his Daddy, hoping that he approved of how smooth little Oli’s body had become.

“You look even more beautiful now, my little Oli. Daddy wants you to be his smooth baby boy forever! But now let’s get you cleaned up!” As he said this, Daddy grabbed a washcloth, poured a generous amount of body wash over it, and starting with Oli’s forehead, he began to use the washcloth to clean his baby boy.

When Daddy’s hand & the washcloth reached his peepee & newly bald balls, Oli started to giggle. “Oli luvs it when you rub his dinkie with the washcloth, Daddy” Oli whispered, feeling naughty as his peepee began to harden while Daddy washed it.

“Daddy knows lots of ways to make Oli’s dinkie feel good.” As he said this, Daddy spread body wash over the fingers of his left hand, while his right hand continued to rub Oli’s peepee.

“Daddy! Oh my, what are you doing with my little bumbum?” Oli groaned as he felt a finger being pushed into his butt. Oli continued to whine & groan as his body was wracked with pleasure as the finger began moving in & out of his hole as his incredibly hard peepee continued to be rubbed with the washcloth.

Oli groaned in surprise as his pleasure deepened when he felt a second finger slowly pushing into his butt. “Daddy, that feels sooo good. I’m going to make stickies soon, daddy, is that OK? Please daddy, can little Oli squirt stickies?” Oli begged.

“My baby Oli has been a very good boy, so Daddy will make you squirt your stickies, NOW!” As he said this, Daddy pushed a third, bodywash covered finger into Oli’s boy hole.

Oli groaned as he felt his hole stretched, pleasure filled his brain as his peepee began firing his load of boycum. Daddy aimed Oli’s peepee upwards so his stickies shot all over Oli’s tummy. Dropping the washcloth, daddy ran his fingers through Oli’s still-warm load of stickies, then pushed his fingers deep into Oli’s mouth.

“One of Daddy’s rules, little Oli, is that every time you squirt stickies, Daddy will feed them to you. Do you like the flavor, my baby boy?” Daddy asked.

After slurping the last of his cum from his daddy’s fingers, a smiling Oli shook his head yes. “Oli luvs eating his stickies all up!” He happily exclaimed. Then a worried look flashed across Oli’s face. “Is it naughty that little Oli lubs eating his stickies all up, Daddy?”

Gently pulling his fingers from Oli’s little boy hole, Daddy smiled at his baby boy. “No, Oli, it is never naughty to do what your daddy tells you to do.” Pulling the plug on the drain, daddy turned on the shower & rinsed the bluish bath water & body wash off of Oli, then grabbed a huge, thick bath towel & wrapped it around his baby boy. Then Daddy picked up his towel-covered boy & carried him into Daddy’s bedroom. Laying Oli on Daddy’s bed, he briefly left the room & returned carry a small container filled with a deep red, thick sauce.

Setting the container on the bed next to Oli, Daddy pulled the towel away, leaving Oli naked, laying on his back on Daddy’s bed. Again leaving the room, Daddy soon returned carrying a number of items, but it was the diaper that Oli’s eyes focused on with surprise.

“Baby boys need to be safely diapered to prevent accidents, Oli” Daddy said. As he said this, Daddy lifted Oli’s legs and slid the open diaper under Oli’s butt. Once the diaper was in position, daddy grabbed the baby powder, and sprinkled it over Oli’s dinkie & balls. Taking a finger & wiping it through the baby powder, daddy then smeared baby powder all over Oli’s upper lip, under his nose, so Oli got the full benefit of the rich smell of the baby powder.

Oli’s face lit up with a huge smile. “Oh, Daddy, that smells soooo good!” Oli said with a deep, contented sigh.

Daddy smiled, wiping his hand all around Oli’s little boy parts, until the baby powder was fully absorbed into Oli’s skin, taking with it all remains moisture from his bath. Grabbing the tube of diaper rash cream, daddy spread a generous amount on his index finger, and began spreading it between Oli’s butt cheeks, giving his butt crack a thorough layer of the cream, and even gently pushing slightly into little Oli’s boy hole.

Feeling his peepee start to stiffen again, Oli groaned happily. “Oh Daddy, that makes my butt feels so good. Can I make stickies again? Please Daddy, can I” Oli begged.

Pulling his finger from between Oli’s cheeks, Daddy laughed and said: “Not right now, sport. Time to finish getting you diapered up. But first Daddy needs to cover your dinkie & balls with this special sauce!” Grabbing the container of red goop, Daddy began to liberally slather the red mixture all over little Oli’s peepee & balls.

Oli couldn’t help giggling. “Daddy’s putting ketchup in my peepee!” Oli said, unable to stop laughing at what seemed hilariously funny. “Silly Daddy!” Oli exclaimed, still laughing.

Making sure all of Oli’s boy parts were thoroughly coated with the red sauce, Daddy looked into Oli’s eyes and smiled at his laughing little boy. “This is a very special kind of ketchup, Oli. It’s going to do something wonderful!” Daddy said. “But now it’s time to get you diapered & back to bed for nap time. The special sauce will make my baby boy very sleepy.”

Daddy finished pulling the diaper tightly across little Oli’s butt & hips, using the tabs to tightly secure the diaper in place. The diaper was covered with very cute blue, pink & yellow baby hippos, Oli noticed before he let out a huge yawn, and realized he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

Carrying Oli back to his own bed, Daddy put Oli to bed, pulling the covers up & over his diaper-clad baby boy. “Sweet dreams, my little Oli. Later we will go shopping to get you some proper little boy clothes!” Daddy said as he stooped down to kiss Oli on the forehead. Rising back up, he noticed Oli was already deeply asleep.

Smiling, Daddy left the room. “Your new life as my baby boy is just beginning, Oli” Daddy thought.

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Oli’s Transformation Continues

Oli again woke up to the feel of his Daddy’s fingers gently nudging him. “Time to wake up from your nap, Oli. We’ve got a busy afternoon!” Daddy said as he pulled the covers off of a still tired & groggy Oli. “Whoa! Looks like my baby boy really soaked his diaper! Let’s get you changed, Oli.”

Looking down, Oli saw that his diaper was indeed swollen with his piss. Oli felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He reached down to take the very wet, clammy diaper off, but his Daddy slapped his hands away.

“No, Oli. Baby boys don’t change or dress themselves.” Grabbing a fresh diaper, daddy slid it under Oli’s still diaper-covered butt. Once the new diaper was in position, daddy opened the tabs & removed Oli’s very wet diaper, putting it in a small garbage bag by the bed.

“Perfect!” A grinning Daddy exclaimed, “my special ketchup sauce did its job! Daddy is VERY pleased!”

Oli remembered Daddy putting the silly looking ketchup on his dinkie before diapering him this morning. Looking down, Oli gasped in shock. Not only were Oli’s balls & peepee bare of any hair, but his peepee had shrunk from its former 18cm size to barely 3cm! Oli was confused, he felt embarrassed & sad as he kept looking at what now hung between his legs. He had been proud of his peepee, and enjoyed very much using both hands to play with it & squirt stickies. Now it was tiny, truly a baby boys little dinkie!

“Now now, no pouting, little guy. Daddy doesn’t like it when his little Oli is pouty or grouchy.” Grabbing a diaper that was covered with miniature fire trucks, Daddy made quick work of covering Oli’s newly formed tiny peepee with the diaper, after first putting another coating of baby powder on Oli’s boy parts, and again applying diaper rash cream between the cheeks of Oli’s butt. Daddy’s finger also put a generous coating of the cream around Oli’s boy hole, making Oli let out an involuntary groan of pleasure.

“Now, let’s get you dressed & fed, then we have some shopping to do this afternoon!” Sitting on the bed next to Oli, Daddy stood Oli on the floor, putting first one foot, then Oli’s other foot into a powder blue pair of small shorts. They were very old, and a bit too small. Once the shorts were pulled over his diaper, Daddy pulled a small, thin tshirt over Oli’s head. The tshirt, a faded red color, was also old and a bit too small. It didn’t quite come down to the top of Oli’s blue shorts.

Oli felt another wave of embarrassment wash over his face & then his whole body. His diaper poked up a good 6cm over the top of his shorts, little firetrucks on display. The tshirt didn’t even come close to covering the diaper. Daddy mentioned going shopping, this meant EVERYONE would know he was wearing a baby boys diaper! Oli felt tears filling his eyes, as again dueling emotions flooded his brain. Part of him loved that he was finally able to be a baby boy, but he wanted this to be a private thing. What would people think? What if he bumped into his friends? Or coworkers? Oli felt a huge tear run down his cheek as his body trembled in both fear & anticipation.

Taking Oli by the hand, daddy led Oli to the kitchen. Lifting Oli up, daddy sat him down in a chair while he went to get something for them to eat. Grabbing some fruit & yogurt, along with a spoon, daddy set it all on a plate in front of Oli. Again lifting Oli up, daddy sat on the chair and put Oli on his lap.

“Just a quick snack for now, my little Oli,” daddy said. “We’ll get a proper meal while we’re out shopping.” After cutting the bananas & apples into bite size pieces, daddy began alternating feeding a piece to Oli & eating a piece himself. Then grabbing the spoon, he took a large spoonful of yogurt and playfully aimed for Oli’s mouth.

“Time for you to open the hangar, sport, so the airplane can drop off its cargo in your mouth!” Daddy said, making sounds that were supposed to sound like an aircraft engine.

Oli started giggling & couldn’t stop, but finally he was able to happily open his mouth so the spoonful of strawberry flavored yogurt could make its landing. In between bites of food, daddy used both arms to hug his little boy, occasionally rubbing Oli’s belly and sneaking a finger into Oli’s belly button.

This started Oli giggling all over again, as he was very ticklish and daddy’s playful rubbing had Oli happily squirming on Daddy’s lap. It also caused a warm, pleasurable feeling at the base of Oli’s newly shrunken peepee.

Once all the fruit & yogurt had been eaten, daddy lifted Oli off his lap & stood him next to Daddy. “Daddy needs to check & see if my baby boy is still dry or if I need to change your diaper before we go shopping.” While saying this, daddy stuck two fingers from each hand deep into each side of Oli’s diaper, moving them forward until they met just above Oli’s bald little dinkie.

“You’re all dry, so we’re good to go. Let’s go get into daddy’s car” daddy said, giving Oli’s hardening peepee a quick rub before pulling his hands out of Oli’s diaper.

Oli was so confused. His face was flush, and his Willy was rock hard inside the diaper. He felt waves of pleasure rush through his body. He loved being on daddy’s lap, being fed & babied. He loved how daddy took charge & checked Oli’s diaper with out bothering to ask Oli if it was wet or dry. But now they were leaving the house, and the diaper was clearly visible, with fire trucks showing above the top of Oli’s pale blue shorts. Once again, fear & panic set in as Oli faced going out in public while diapered up.

“Time to go, little buddy!” Daddy understood the conflicting emotions Oli was feeling. Giving Oli a quick hug, he took Oli’s hand and led him out of the house to his car parked by the front curb.

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Daddy opened the passenger side car door, and lifting Oli up, he set Oli down inside the car. After securing Oli’s seat buckle, Daddy playfully poked his finger into Oli’s bell button, making Oli giggle & squirm with delight.

“I’ll be right back, Oli, I have to grab a couple things from the house and then we will be off on our shopping adventure!” Daddy said.

As he watched Daddy walk back into their home, Oli’s fears returned. Looking down, he could see his diaper sticking up over his shorts. Everyone will see & know I’m a diaperboy, Oli thought. And yet his tiny peepee was rock hard inside his diaper, and probably leaking stickies juice. Oli’s peepee always leaked a lot of juice when it got hard.

Hearing the car door open, Oli looked up from his thoughts & saw Daddy get into the car carrying a backpack. With a last finger jab into a giggling Oli’s belly button, Daddy started the car and began to drive. Oli’s fear & excitement grew as the car pulled into a Target store parking lot. After parking the car, Daddy got out, put the backpack over his shoulders & came around the car & opened Oli’s door. After releasing the seat buckle, Daddy lifted Oli out of the car, setting him on the ground.

“Time to get my little boy some proper clothing, and maybe even a toy or two!” Daddy said, taking Oli’s hand & leading him into the store. “But first, Daddy needs coffee!”

Daddy took Oli into the Starbucks that was just inside the Target store’s entrance. Ordering a coffee & an apple juice, Daddy sat down with Oli at a table while waiting for their drinks.

Oli felt his cheeks turn deep red & he felt warm & flushed as he saw Dave, a college classmate of Oli’s, coming towards their table. Dave was wearing a Starbucks employee uniform & was bringing their drinks. Oli felt a tear run down his cheek, while at the same time he felt his bladder relax and then pee began to fill his diaper. The warmth spread all over Oli’s “private parts” as the diaper did its job & absorbed all of Oli’s piss.

“Um, hi, er, Oli” Dave said, trying not to stare at the fire-truck covered diaper sticking out from his school mates short pants. Dave didn’t understand why seeing Oli’s wearing a diaper was making his cock get hard.

“Here’s your drinks, Sir” Dave said, setting the coffee down in front of Daddy & the apple juice carton in front of Oli. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?” Dave asked, looking at Daddy.

“Thanks, Dave” Daddy said, reading his employee name tag. “I take it you know my little boy Oli?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, sir. Oli & I were in a few classes together” Dave answered. Dave was getting flustered. His cock was now fully hard & he was anxious to get away from the table before the man noticed it. Not only was Dave’s cock long, but it was very thick, and there was no way for him to hide his erection if either Oli or his Dad looked down at his crotch.

Opening the backpack, Daddy took out a bright blue baby bottle & filled it with the apple juice Dave had brought him. Pushing the bottle in front of Oli, Daddy told him to drink up while Daddy finished his coffee. Oli felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he picked up the baby bottle & began to suck on the nipple, filling his mouth with apple juice.

Looking at Dave, Daddy saw the large tent in his pants & smiled. “Well, Dave, while my Oli is a very little boy, you clearly are a big boy.” Daddy said, causing Dave’s cheeks to turn almost as red as Oli’s. “You need to come visit us & have a play date with my Oli,” Daddy said with a smile.

“That would be awesome, Sir!” Dave said. Whoa? Where did that answer come from, Dave thought. At the same time, Dave felt a huge burp of precum leave his cock. Why was he getting so turned on? Prior to today he barely knew who Oli was, now his dick was leaking at the thought of having a play date with his diapered classmate.

“Give me your phone, Davie, so I can call mine & then have your number. Little Oli is no longer allowed to have or use a cellphone. Only big boys get to have a phone!” Daddy said as he reached out & took Dave’s phone from his outstretched hand. Oli felt his face burn even hotter as the other two talked about him like he wasn’t even there. Taking another long drink from the baby bottle, Oli thought maybe the bottle would hide how embarrassed he felt. While drinking from the bottle, Oli felt another long spurt of pee leave his dinky & go into his diaper, once again flooding him with a warm, soothing feeling. Why did peeing his diaper seem to make him relax & feel better?

Daddy pointed Davie’s phone at the large tent in Davie’s pants, and took a pic, which he texted to his phone. OMG, Dave thought, the guy must think I’m a total pervert!

“That should make for a great contact pic” Daddy said, laughing as he handed Davie back his phone. “Looks like Davie also needs a diaper” Daddy said, laughing and pointing to an obvious wet spot on Davie’s crotch, right above the clearly outlined head of Davies cock.

Davie was mortified. Taking back his phone, he quickly mumbled something to Daddy, thanking him for coming to Starbucks , as he quickly retreated behind the counter, hunching over to hide as best he could, the erection that was throbbing in his pants & still spewing precum. God, why did I decide to go commando today, Dave thought.

Watching Dave’s embarrassed retreat from their table helped calm Oli’s own fears & embarrassment. Finishing his juice, he put the baby bottle on the table just as a large burp unexpectedly burst from his mouth. Daddy reached over, picked up & Oli and placed him with his head facing over Daddy’s shoulders, while Daddy gently patted Oli on the back.

“Time for Daddy to help you get all of the burps out, Oli” Daddy said, continuing to pat Oli’s back as a series of burps made their way up Oli’s throat & out of his mouth. “That’s Daddy’s good little boy!” daddy said encouragingly.

Hearing Daddy praise him gave Oli a warm, happy feeling inside, but at the same time he acutely aware that he was being burped in public while being held on Daddy’s lap.

“OK, time to go shopping!” Daddy exclaimed, beaming a smile at his little Oli. Lifting Oli off his lap, Daddy stood Oli on the floor next to him, got up from his chair, took Oli’s hand am o started to walk with Oli towards the ABDL section of the store.

Once they arrived in the ABDL section, Daddy grabbed a shopping cart & pushed it towards Oli. “Your job, little buddy, is to push the cart with our purchases. Let Daddy know if it gets too heavy for my little boy.”

Daddy quickly began filling the shopping cart: several daytime onesies for Oli with pastel dancing baby hippos, smiling baby dinosaurs, as well as some of Oli’s favorite anime characters. Daddy picked out a pale blue nighttime, footed onesie with attached mittens, covered in futuristic looking rockets. This was quickly followed with a bib that had Oli’s name embroidered on it, locking clear, see-through plastic pants, several very large pacifiers, more baby bottles, sippy cups covered with spongebob squarepants, plus baby wipes, diaper rash cream, baby powder. From the medical section, Daddy added a rectal thermometer, a home enema kit that attaches to the shower, and several sizes of anal dilators, more commonly known as butt plugs.

And then there were the diapers. Oli couldn’t help blushing just looking at them! There were baby lions, giraffes, elephants & monkeys. But the one that really got Oli’s attention was the pink diapers with dancing princesses on them!

And lots and lots of very thick, extra padding for Oli’s diapers.

Oli felt overwhelmed. Scared, excited, fearful, embarrassed both by the contents of the cart & that his fire truck covered diaper still stuck up way over the top of his shorts. Oli had lost track of the number of times he’d peed his diaper. He had even peed into his diaper while his tiny peepee was rock hard, which it had been most of the time he had been in the Target store.

“OK, Oli, time to head to the checkout aisle. Daddy will push the cart now.” Using one hand to push the over-flowing shopping cart, Daddy used his other hand to take Oli’s hand and head towards the store exit where the checkout lanes are located.

Arriving, at the checkout lane, Daddy greeted the checkout clerk, whose name tag said “Billy”, and the bagger whose name tag said “Carl”.

To his horror, Oli realized that both employees were, like Dave in the coffee shop, classmates from college.

'Hey, Oli" Billy diplomatically said, trying not to stare at the fire-truck covered diaper sticking up from Oli shorts.

Carl began to laugh, saying “Wow, Oli, nice fire trucks!” Carl couldn’t stop smirking & laughing at his beet-red, embarrassed classmate.

Things got worse for Oli as Daddy started emptying the shopping cart onto the conveyor belt. Carl laughed openly as Daddy pulled each item from the shopping cart, commenting on how much Oli was going to enjoy it. Even Billy finally lost it & started chuckling, too.

Oli felt tears began to well in his eyes, and then start to run down his cheeks.

Seeing Oli’s distress, Daddy gave him a big hug, and used one hand to ruffle Oli’s hair. Then, picking up one of newly purchased pacifiers, Daddy told Oli to open his mouth.

Feeling a bit better from the hug & Daddy’s touch, Oli opened his mouth wide and Daddy slid the pacifier inside Oli’s mouth. Almost immediately Oli began to calm down & feel better.

Paying for his purchases, Daddy watched while Carl finished bagging them & put the bags back into the cart in order to wheel them out to the car. Daddy thanked Billy, and telling Carl where his car was parked, took Oli’s hand & began walking out of the store, with Carl following behind pushing the cart & their purchases.

Arriving at the car, Daddy opened the cargo door in the back. Looking at Oli, Daddy noticed a small wet spot on the side of Oli’s blue shorts.

Sticking his hand deep down inside Oli’s shorts & diaper, Daddy felt the completely soaked diaper and sighed. “I was afraid of this when I realized we had run out of the extra padding. You’ve soaked your diaper, Oli.”

Turning to Carl, Daddy said: “Hold off on putting the bags into my car, Carl. I need to use the back of the car to change my baby boy, then you can put the bags in my car.”

Carl grinned, saying “Yes, Sir. Let me know if I can be of any help.”

Is Daddy seriously going to change my diaper in the middle of the Target parking lot, Oli thought? As had been happening to Oli all day, the idea both horrified and excited him. Lost in thought, Oli all of a sudden felt his shorts being pulled down, putting his diaper covered butt on display for Carl.

Oli watched as Daddy picked out a safari-themed diaper, covered with baby lions, monkeys, giraffes & other baby jungle animals. Daddy opened the fresh diaper, spreading it over the floor of the cargo area of his car. Taking two of the extra padding stuffers, Daddy inserted them into the diaper.

Carl watched all of this happen with growing excitement. In fact, he couldn’t remember when his cock had been so hard. Wow, Carl thought, Oli is going to have to waddle like a penguin once that diaper is put on him. The image of Oli waddling, his legs forced apart by the extra thick diaper, excited Carl even more. Carl’s mental picture even included the crinkling sound the diaper would make as Oli tried to walk in it.

Hearing a ripping sound, Carl was pulled away from those images in his mind and was saw Daddy remove the tabs and pull off a very soaked diaper, setting it on the ground.

“Holy fuck,” Carl blurted, "Oli’s dick is so tiny you practically need a microscope to see it! My cock was bigger than that when I was 5 fucking years old!!! And he is completely bald down there, too!!!” Carl could not believe a classmate of his could have a cock that tiny and no pubes!

Oli was so embarrassed his entire, naked, on-display body turned deep crimson.

Daddy chuckled, reaching up to ruffle Oli’s hair. “He’s my adorable boy!” Daddy said proudly, “and he will forever be my baby boy!” While saying this, Daddy lifted Oli & laid him on top of the padded diaper. Grabbing a baby wipe, Daddy lifted Oli’s legs and wiped between the cheeks of his butt. Each stroke over Oli’s boi pussy sent a jolt of electricity to Oli’s very tiny, yet very hard peepee. Putting Oli’s legs down, Daddy used another wipe to clean Oli’s little dinkie and his equally tiny balls. Each touch of the wipe to Oli’s little boy parts sent a new wave of pleasure through his body.

“Carl, can you help with this next part?” Daddy asked. “Oli’s butt needs a thick coating of diaper rash cream, but I don’t want to have to go back into the store to wash my hands. Since you’re going back into the store anyway, would you mind applying the cream to Oli’s butt?”

Carl felt a surge of precum leak out of his dick as he heard Daddy’s request. “Sure, um, I’m happy to help, Sir.”

“Don’t be stingy with the cream, especially around his little boy hole,” Daddy instructed.

Carl stepped forward, squeezed a huge blob of onto 3 of his fingers, and shoved them between the cheeks of Oli’s ass, as a Daddy helped by lifting both of Oli’s legs High into the air. Starting with one finger, Carl began probing for Oli’s hole, and quickly slid his greasy finger deep inside, causing Oli to let out a deep moan as stickies juice appeared on the head of his peepee.

Getting more cream, Carl this time pushed two fingers deep into Oli’s hole. Feeling a small, solid lump under the lining of Oli’s hole, Carl noticed Oli quivered uncontrollably every time Carl touched it. Carl pulled both fingers out, sliding three fingers inside Oli, aiming for that lump. Soon Carl hard a steady rhythm going, pulling his fingers almost out of Oli, then plunging them back in until his fingers raked over that lump.

Oli was sure he was going insane. Every time Carl touched that lump, Oli’s body lurched as a bolt of pleasure radiated out from his dinkie. All of a sudden Oli cried out, as stickie juice shot from his tiny boy cannon, landing in spurts on his face, neck & chest.

Carl was so stunned he forgot he still had 3 fingers inside Oli’s butt. He’d never seen anyone shoot a load without anything touching their cock!

“That’s enough, Carl. Thanks for being so thorough.” Daddy beamed a smile at Carl. While saying this, Daddy used his fingers to remove the stickies juice from Oli’s face & body. Bringing his fingers to Oli’s mouth, Daddy told Oli to clean Dadfy’s fingers by licking all of Oli’s stickies off them. Still in a daze, and now feeling exhausted & drained, Oli did as he was told while he felt Carl’s fingers leaving his hole. Oli moaned in disappointment at the empty feeling.

“Don’t worry, Oli, Daddy knows what you need.” Daddy said, as he slid a medium sized butt plug into Oli’s pussy, feeling the lips of Oli’s hole lock into place. Picking up the baby powder, Daddy squirted a generous amount all over Oli’s boy parts, rubbing it in, and ending by rubbing some baby powder under Oli’s nose, filling Oli with its intoxicating scent.

Putting the soaked diaper & used wipes in a plastic shopping bag and handed it to Carl. “Toss these in the garbage for me, Carl. Feel free to first have a wank & shoot a load of cum into Oli’s sopping wet diaper!” Daddy winked at Carl.

Carl blushed a deep red. How did Daddy know that was his plan as soon he got inside the bathroom in the store?

Daddy tightened the straps of the diaper, making sure it was firmly, tightly in place. Picking the onesie with the baby hippos, he quickly dressed Oli, lifted him from the car, and set him on his feet, telling Oli to get into the car. Just as Carl had predicted, the diaper was so thick on Oli that his legs were forced apart and Oli did, indeed, waddle when walked with a loud, crinkling sound coming from the diaper.

You’ve been watching him for weeks.

The world had changed so much in the last few years. Men, boys, really, were regressing everywhere. Some fought it, clinging to their old lives, their old selves, but most eventually gave in. The media, the cartoons, the subtle shifts in society, it all pushed them toward toddlerhood, toward diapers, toward the comforting arms of a mommy. And for those who embraced it, there were places like this: a cozy, sunlit apartment where little boys in onesies and overalls gathered, their stuffed animals in tow, their diapers crinkling with every step.

You’ve been coming to these munches for months now. Most of the boys here are already fully regressed, their lives revolving around their mommies, their diapers, their pacifiers. But Rob? Rob is different. Rob still has a big boy job.

He’s new. Not to regression, oh no, he’s been in diapers for a while, you can tell by the way he moves, the way he fidgets when he’s wet but to this. New to these muches.

Rob is always early to arrive. He sits quietly in the corner, his stuffed rabbit clutched tightly to his chest, his overalls straining just a little over the thick bulge of his diaper. He never asks for help. Never complains. Never even hints at needing a change, no matter how long he’s been squirming. You’ve watched him, seen the way his fingers dig into the fabric of his overalls when he’s wet, the way his cheeks flush when he thinks no one’s looking. He’s so used to handling everything himself that the idea of asking for help doesn’t even cross his mind.

And that, more than anything, breaks your heart.

Today, you decide to change that.

The munch is in full swing, mommies chatting over coffee, little boys playing with blocks or coloring, the air filled with the soft rustle of diapers and the occasional giggle. Rob is perched on the edge of the couch, his rabbit pressed to his chest, his legs squeezed tightly together. He’s been fidgeting for the last half hour, his fingers twisting the ears of his stuffed friend, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

You slide onto the couch beside him, close enough that your thigh brushes against his. He tenses, his body going rigid, but he doesn’t pull away.

“You’re so quiet today,” you murmur, your voice warm, inviting. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

Rob swallows hard, his fingers tightening around his rabbit. “I’m fine, thanks,” he says, but his voice is too high, too tight. A lie. A bad one.

You reach out, your fingers gently brushing the back of his hand. “You don’t look fine,” you say softly. “You’ve been squirming for ages. Are you wet?”

His face burns crimson. He doesn’t answer, but the way his legs press together, the way his breath hitches, tells you everything you need to know.

You don’t push. Not yet. Instead, you lean in just a little closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You don’t have to do everything alone, you know.”

Rob’s breath catches. His eyes flicker to yours, wide and uncertain, before darting away again. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to.

You stand, holding out your hand. “Come on,” you say, your voice gentle but firm. “Let’s get you into a fresh diaper.”

Rob hesitates. His fingers twist in the fabric of his rabbit’s ears, his lower lip trembling. He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t refuse. He just stares at your outstretched hand like it’s a lifeline he’s afraid to grab.

You wait.

And then, slowly, his hand slips into yours.

The nursery is warm, the walls painted a soft pastel blue, the changing table already stocked with fresh diapers, wipes, and cream. Rob stands in the center of the room, his rabbit clutched to his chest, his eyes darting between you and the changing table. He’s trembling, not from fear, but from something deeper, something he’s never let himself want before.

You guide him backward until the back of his knees hits the edge of the table. “Up you go,” you murmur, lifting him with ease, his slight weight nothing compared to the warmth flooding your chest.

Rob whines as you lay him down, his overalls already unbuttoned, the thick, sagging diaper beneath exposed. It’s heavy, the plastic crinkling with every shift of his hips, the front bulging with the weight of his accidents. His face burns with shame, but you only smile, your fingers tracing the outline of the wetness.

“Such a good boy,” you coo, your voice thick with affection. “You’ve been peeing alot, haven’t you?”

Rob nods, his lower lip trembling. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

The diaper tabs come undone with a soft rip, the sound making Rob flinch. You peel the soggy diaper away from his skin, folding it in on itself, the scent of his accident filling the air. Rob whimpers, his hands covering his face, but you only hum, your touch never wavering.

You clean him with slow, deliberate strokes, the wipe gliding over his sensitive skin, wiping away every trace of his accident. Rob shivers under your touch, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his rabbit’s ears.

He whines, his voice breaking.

“Shhh,” you soothe, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “I’ve got you now.”

The fresh diaper is thick, the plastic backing crinkling as you unfold it beneath him. Rob’s breath hitches as you lift his hips, sliding the diaper into place, the soft fabric pressing against his skin. You take your time taping it snugly around his waist, your fingers lingering on the smooth plastic, adjusting the fit until it’s perfect.

Rob is trembling by the time you’re done, his cheeks wet with tears he didn’t even realize he was crying. You wipe them away with your thumb, your touch impossibly gentle.

“There,” you murmur, pressing one final kiss to his forehead. “All better.”

Rob looks up at you, his eyes wide and glistening. “T-thank you,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion.

You smile, your heart so full it could burst. “Anytime, sweetheart,” you say, helping him sit up, your hands steadying him as he finds his balance. “You never have to do it alone again.”

New Pajamas: Version 2.0

Getting Caught: Version 2.0

These images are Photoshop fakes from photos found on the internet. The people in these images aren’t really dressed like this, but I think they look better this way…wink, wink.