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Wetness indicators are so humiliating because there is absolutely no hiding...

Oh, you poor soul.  You once were a man but now you have fallen into the clutches of baby Champ.  First I make you strip off all your clothes.  I cut them up with scissors as you watch and throw them in the trash because you won’t be needing these big boys  clothes anymore.  I take you over to the couch and lay you across my lap, giving you a nice hard spanking for trying to act older than you are.  Boys should know better than to try and play grown up.  You’re not fooling anyone.  You yelp and jerk, but no matter how you struggle, you can’t get away from Daddy’s grip.  As I spank you, I stop every once in a while to feel your bubble butt, and tease your hole with my circling fingers. By the time I am finished with you you are in quite a state.  Stiff, dripping, red faced, and blubbering like a baby.  But it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.  I soothe your sore butt with some baby lotion, and lay you on the changing table.  You know better than to object to the thick cartoon print diaper I present for your inspection.  Get to know it well, this is going to be very close to you from now on.  I take a moment to let that sink in, and When I’m satisfied that you are fully aware of your situation, I come around to the foot of the table, and lift your legs, sliding the diaper beneath your little bum.  I hand you a teddy to play with while I oil, powder and secure the thick, snug diaper around your waist.  What’s that?  You didn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom before coming here?  Silly boy, you didn’t think you were going to be using MY bathroom, did you?  Oh no, bathrooms are for big boys.  You’ll be using your diaper for everything from now on.  

I can see you squirming so I decide to help you along in your predicament.  All diapered up, I sit you up, stick my hands under your armpits and gently lower you down to the floor again.  I instruct you to stay there as I prepare your bottle.  With an adult sized bottle of warm milk, I bring you to the couch once more and have you lay your head in my lap.  I put the nipple up to your mouth.  At first you’re reluctant to take it in, but a quick smack on the thigh stops that and you open up.  This is a large bottle and you feel your belly swelling up as it fills with sweet milk, but you don’t dare stop sucking.  It’s only when I bring you a second bottle that you really start to get worried.  Meanwhile, the pressure of your bladder is reaching unbearable levels.  You try crossing your legs, you squirm and moan, but it’s no use.  You finally let go of all that pee, flooding your diapers.  You pee so much you’re sure they’re going to leak all over.  They hold it all in, however, and you feel the warmth surround your crotch as the diaper swells and presses itself tighter to your skin.  What a good boy!

But Daddy wants you to have more fun in your diaper.  He wants you to use it in every way possible.  He makes you finish the bottle and then hugs you tight and pats your back until you burp.  Surprised, you begin to blush again.  Daddy releases you and goes over to pat the changing table.  You happily hop up, thinking you’re going to get a change, and lie down expectantly.  Daddy hands you the bear again, and untapes your diaper.  He tells you to close your eyes and you obey.  You think you can here tearing of some sort, but you can’t tell what it might be.  Suddenly your eyes shoot open as you feel something pressing into your hole.  Ah ah ah, keep them closed now.  A finger is inserted deep into your rectum, and then withdrawn, and you are taped back up.  Poor little baby.  You’re going to have to stay in these soggy diapers a little longer.  At least you are given a break from all that milk.  Your belly is still distended and you seem to be wetting every few minutes as you lie again with your head in Daddy’s lap, and he caresses your tummy, your face, gives you little tickles and tells you what a cute boy you are.  But something is wrong.  After a while, you feel a gurgle in your tummy, and then a strong urge to poop.  Panicked, you try to sit up, but Daddy just shushes you, telling you everything is going to be okay.  No, you say.  You have to poo.  You beg to use the potty but Daddy is firm.  He holds you tight as you squirm and cry, but the suppository works fast, and the urges grow and grow, and just as you succeed in holding back a messy accident, a new wave of urgency hits you.  You kick and buck as Daddy holds you tight in his arms, and a loud fart escapes, along with a hot rush of poop.  Again and again you are wracked by spasms as yet more poo runs out of your butt into the waiting diaper, and the smell of it quickly fills the room.  You are so embarrassed.  So ashamed.  You’ve never messed your pants before, certainly not in the presence of another person.  What a babyish thing to do.  You are sobbing.  You can’t help it.  But Daddy hugs you and dries your tears and tells you everything is all right until finally you stop.  You are all cried out, and all pooped out, and daddy carries his exhausted little boy back to the table for his changing.  

In spite of everything, you actually feel a lot better once you are in a clean diaper.  Daddy even puts a cute onesie on you with dinosaur prints, and tickles you when you try to pout.  In fact, to your surprise, you are once again rock hard, and your penis strains against your diaper painfully.  You reach down to adjust it but I smack your hand away.  Baby is not to touch his diapers or pee pee ever.  That’s Daddy’s territory.  And Daddy will decide what baby does in his diaper and when it comes off.  If you’re a good boy, Daddy will let you have cummies in your diaper.  You decide to try your best to be a good boy.  

For every meal, Daddy straps you in your high chair and spoon feeds you lots of icky baby food, making funny airplane noises as he brings it to your mouth.  At the end of every meal you are a mess, with your tummy pudging out from mush and milk, and lots of baby food on your face and bib.  Daddy wipes you up and burps you, and sets you down for a nap while you digest.  Before long, you are used to pooping and wetting in your diaper, and Daddy doesn’t even have to restrain you to keep you from trying to rush to the bathroom.  You miss your big boy pants but you know those are a thing of the past.  Daddy has made very clear that diapers are your one and only choice of clothing below the waist from now on.  Though if you’re good, he may let you wear some shorts or shortalls.  

No matter how much you complain, all of this turns you on immensely, and every time he is out of sight, you try to touch your diaper.  The padding is so thick you can hardly get any friction against your penis and Daddy always catches you before you can cum and gives you another spanking.  It’s like he just knows, but who knows how he knows.  Sometimes, he takes out his wiener and humps the front of your diaper, splattering his baby batter over the colorful front panel and even up to your chest at times.  You find this very hot, but you’re frustrated that you can’t come as well.  On the third day, Daddy finally says you can have cummies in your diapers, and you eagerly reach for the tapes when he smacks your hand away again.  Babies have to come in their diapers, Daddy explains.  Babies do everything in their diapers.  He begins to rub your diapered crotch, pressing through the thick layer of soggy padding with his strong Daddy hands.  You moan and buck, and he shushes you some more, telling you to relax and let it happen. You can feel it building, your orgasm finally coming.  And Daddy is making it come.  You feel hotter and hotter, your heart races.  You moan and buck and try not to scream as your penis feels like it’s on fire.  You’ve never been this close to the edge for so long, and you try to hump his hands to bring yourself over.  That’s right, he says, hump Daddy’s hand.  Show him how much you love to cum in your diapers.  And you do… you buck and squeal clinging tightly to Daddy’s arm until finally, it happens.  You cry out as the diaper tears the orgasm from your body, and wave after wave splatters into the diaper, shooting clear across the inside to warm up your butt cheeks.  A puddle of cum piles up there, spreading from your ass cheeks to your taint, and you fall back, drained.  Daddy tells you what a good boy you are and hugs you again.  You begin to suck your thumb and drift off to sleep as Daddy carries you over to the change table for your next diaper…