First Day Connections

Michael led Dylan, who was still clutching Billy and sucking his dummy, into the large hall. ‘Let’s get you out of those big boy clothes,’ Michael announced warmly. ‘Babies tend to wear just onesies or t-shirts in the house.’

He gently removed Dylan’s hoodie and dungarees right there in the hall, leaving him in just his teddy bear onesie. The onesie was adorned with cute prints, making Dylan feel even more immersed in his new role. Michael then checked Dylan’s nappy, praising him for using it, which made Dylan glow with pride.

‘I want to show you your new home, baby,’ Michael said, holding Dylan’s hand lovingly as he started to guide him around the house.

‘You’ve seen the study,’ Michael continued, ‘Now, here is the kitchen diner, with plenty of room for my baby to play.’

The kitchen was enormous, featuring a table that could seat ten people, a large island, and all the accessories a chef could desire. Dylan’s eyes widened as he noticed a large highchair in the corner. It was white with a printed seat featuring cheerful animals, covered in vinyl for easy cleaning. It had shoulder straps and hand and leg restraints.

Michael smiled, ‘I thought you’d notice that baby. It’s yours now, and all your meals will be taken there, no matter who is here.’

They moved on to the lounge next. It had a huge TV, loads of adult seating, and an excellent view of the garden. In one corner, a playpen filled with toys caught Dylan’s eye. Michael said, ‘You will be spending plenty of time in there.’

Dylan followed his Daddy upstairs. As they passed the downstairs cloakroom, Michael commented, ‘No need to see that room.’

Upstairs, they walked past six bedrooms, including three guest rooms, each with surprisingly large ensuite bathrooms. They arrived at the master bedroom, which was massive. It had a super king bed and overlooked the garden, furnished in a stylish and sophisticated manner.

‘This is my room. We will spend lots of time here together,’ Michael said gently.

He then surprised Dylan by kissing him deeply, his hand cupping Dylan’s nappy, making him feel an overwhelming sense of warmth and excitement. Michael chuckled softly and led Dylan to his new room.

Opening the door, Dylan was greeted by the sight of his new nursery, with his name beautifully painted on the crib and walls. The nursery was a dream come true. A large white crib filled with plush toys dominated the room, accompanied by a huge changing table and shelves stocked with an assortment of nappies, bottles, creams, tubs, and wipes. It seemed like there were thousands of supplies, all meticulously arranged.

Michael guided Dylan to the wardrobe, opening it to reveal hundreds of outfits. Most were cute boy’s clothes, but there were some girl’s outfits too, all brand new and ready for Dylan to wear. Next to the wardrobe was a chest of drawers filled with plastic pants, bibs, dummies in all colours, and every other item a baby might need. In the corner of the room was a chest full of toys, with a few wrapped presents beside it.

‘I hope you like your new room, baby. It’s all yours, now and maybe forever,’ Michael said, beaming with pride.

Dylan was taken aback, his smile stretching from ear to ear. ‘Is this really all for me?’ he asked, bewildered. ‘But Daddy, I am only here for a week.’

‘Let’s see, shall we, little man?’ Michael responded. ‘First things first, let’s hang up the signed copy of our rules.’

Michael hung the signed contract on the wall at the end of the crib so Dylan could always see them. He smiled warmly at Dylan and said, ‘I have one more room to show you.’

He took Dylan’s hand again and led him out of the nursery and down the hall. ‘This room is somewhere I will take you from time to time.’

Michael opened the door to reveal a specially designed room that was both intriguing and intimidating. The room was softly lit with ambient lighting, creating a calming atmosphere despite its purpose. There was a sturdy cage in one corner and a comfortable sling hanging from the ceiling, a spanking bench, fucking machine and much more, all designed for specific, intimate activities. Shelves lined the walls, holding an array of meticulously organises sex toys and chastity devices.

‘Wow, Daddy. I am a little scared,’ Dylan said with a nervous smile.

‘Don’t be. It will be a lot of fun,’ Michael reassured. The room was equipped with various items: padded restraints, vibrators, massage oils, and other carefully chosen toys designed for comfort and exploration. Each item was spotless and neatly arranged, reflecting Michael’s attention to detail and care.

Michael led Dylan back to his nursery, the familiar space immediately easing Dylan’s nerves. ‘Let’s get cracking, shall we?’ Michael said as he began to unbutton Dylan’s teddy onesie.

He picked Dylan up gently and placed him on the changing mat. ‘Right, little boy. There are a couple more things to share. I am a doctor by profession, and I like to make sure my boy is well cared for, so I will be doing lots of checks to ensure you’re healthy. I also want to inspect your body to make sure you followed my request about hair.’

Dylan nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Michael’s professional attitude and caring approach made him feel safe and cared for.

Michael carefully checked Dylan’s body, his touch gentle and reassuring. ‘Good boy,’ he praised, noticing that Dylan had followed his instructions perfectly. ‘You’ve done very well.’

Michael then prepared a few items for Dylan’s health check. He took out a thermometer and checked Dylan’s temperature, ensuring he was in perfect health.

He untaped Dylan’s nappy and proceeded to clean his baby. Michael was very thorough and flipped him over. Then all of a sudden, he injected baby with some health shots. Then proceeded to take some blood samples. Once done, Michael put lots of baby lotion all over Dylan. He spent a lot of time massaging Dylan’s bottom.

‘Sorry, baby. I just want to check a few things.’

He pushed a finger into Dylan’s anus, checking around. He then inserted a second finger and Dylan let out a little yelp, not knowing Michael had slipped a suppository into him.

‘Okay. Roll over, baby,’ Michael said, wiping his fingers with a baby wipe. He continued to inspect his boy, spending a long-time exploring Dylan’s penis, rolling back the foreskin, and massaging the area. This had, of course, made Dylan very hard but Michael just ignored it.

‘All done, my little one,’ Michael said with a smile. ‘You’ve been very brave.’

Dylan felt a sense of pride and contentment, knowing that Michael truly cared for his well-being. The room, the checks, and the gentle care all reinforced the bond between them.

‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Dylan whispered, feeling more secure and loved than ever before.

Michael smiled warmly, giving Dylan a tender kiss on the forehead. ‘You’re welcome, baby. I’m here to take care of you. Right. Time to get my little boy dressed.’

Michael slid a large, thick, white nappy adorned with cute teddy bear prints under Dylan. He carefully added a couple of boosters, liberally applied baby powder, and then securely taped up the nappy, ensuring a snug fit. The thick padding made Dylan feel even more like the little boy he longed to be.

Next, Michael slipped a babyish T-shirt over Dylan’s head. The shirt was soft and comfortable, decorated with cheerful cartoon planes flying across a blue sky. Michael admired his handiwork, then picked Dylan up with ease.

‘I’ll try to carry you, baby, but you’ll need to crawl sometimes and toddle at others,’ Michael explained, smiling warmly.

Michael carried Dylan down to the kitchen, where he buckled him securely into a highchair. The highchair was white with a printed seat featuring playful animals, and it was fitted with straps that highlighted Dylan’s thick nappy even more. Dylan looked down at himself, his feet dangling, feeling very small and perfectly infantilised.

‘Definitely time for some lunch. It’s past 12,’ Michael remarked, glancing at his watch as he began to prepare the meal.

Dylan watched as Michael moved about the kitchen, feeling more accepted and cared for with each passing moment. He felt very much like a two-year-old, the highchair’s straps holding him securely in place. Michael returned with a bottle of milk and a jar of homemade baby food.

‘Right, little one. I will be adding a daily tablet of PREP to your milk to make sure you’re fully protected. I know my friends are safe, but I will be overprotective of you,’ Michael explained.

Dylan nodded, appreciating Michael’s care. He had wanted to start PREP, so he was happy that Michael had taken care of it. What Dylan didn’t know was that Michael had also added a small amount of a special serum to the milk. This serum was designed to gently relax Dylan’s muscles, making it harder for him to control his bodily functions and slightly reducing his grip strength. It was a subtle amount, meant to help Dylan get used to his new routine without him even noticing.

Over the next thirty minutes, Michael playfully fed Dylan. He made aeroplane noises as he brought the spoon to Dylan’s mouth, making the experience fun and engaging. Michael’s loving attention made Dylan feel even more accepted in his role as an adult baby. However, Dylan started to feel pressure building in his tummy. He began to squirm, realising that he was going to mess his nappy. Suddenly, he let out a small fart, followed by a larger mess. He also wet himself, all without any control.

‘Did baby mess his nappy? What a good boy,’ Michael praised, gently patting the full nappy. Dylan felt a mix of embarrassment and pride, but Michael’s encouragement made him feel more secure.

‘Right, let’s get you down. I want to show you something more before I clean your dirty bottom and put you down for a nap.’

Michael unbuckled Dylan and carried him to the garden. Dylan could feel the contents of his nappy shifting as Michael rubbed his bottom, but he didn’t mind. It felt strangely comforting and right.

‘Baby, take a look at all the fun things you have to play with,’ Michael said, smiling warmly. The garden was a child’s paradise, complete with an amazing treehouse, a sandpit, a swing, a seesaw, and a swimming pool.

‘I hope you like it all. Let us have a quick swing before nap time,’ Michael suggested.

He placed Dylan in the swing and began to push him gently. As Dylan swung higher and higher, he felt the mess in his nappy spreading, but he didn’t care. He was having the time of his life, feeling carefree and happy.

After about fifteen minutes, Michael picked up Dylan and carried him back up to his nursery.

‘Let’s get that dirty bum changed, you stinky boy!’ Michael said playfully.

Dylan giggled as Michael changed him into another thick nappy. Michael then dressed him in a pair of soft pyjamas adorned with stars.

‘You’re my little star,’ Michael said, picking Dylan up and placing him gently in the crib. He then locked the crib with a simple tap on his phone, activating two bars that shot out from the rail and clicked firmly into place.

‘There we are, nice and secure. Daddy has a few sensors and cameras around the nursery to make sure my baby is safe. Sleep well, my little prince,’ Michael said, kissing Dylan on the forehead before closing the door gently.

Dylan lay there, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all that had happened over the last few hours. His heart was beaming with joy and contentment. If he could have signed up for this full time, he would have done so right there and then, giving up everything. A wave of tiredness suddenly hit him, and he fumbled for Billy. Finding his beloved bear, Dylan pulled him close and, as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off to sleep, feeling fully accepted and loved as an adult baby.

Dylan awoke to the gentle sound of his Daddy unlocking the crib. He had no concept of the time, but the room was filled with a soft, comforting glow. Michael reached down and placed his hand gently on Dylan’s nappy, feeling its wet state.

‘You’re absolutely soaked, baby,’ Michael declared, though Dylan had no recollection of how it had happened.

With a tender smile, Michael picked Dylan up and carried him to the changing table. He expertly untaped the nappy and cleaned Dylan up with gentle, soothing motions. Rather than putting on a new nappy immediately, Michael led Dylan to the bathroom where a warm bath had already been drawn.

Michael carefully lowered Dylan into the bath, the warm water enveloping him in comfort. Using baby shampoo and body wash, Michael washed Dylan thoroughly, making sure every part of him was clean. Dylan giggled as Michael handed him a small boat to play with, splashing around without a care in the world. The bath was a moment of pure joy and relaxation.

After a while, Michael lifted Dylan out of the bath and wrapped him in a big, fluffy white towel, drying him off with care. Once dried, Michael carried Dylan to his bedroom and sat him gently on the bed.

Michael wrapped his arms around his new baby and exclaimed, ‘I am so happy you are here.’

Dylan, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, responded, ‘So am I,’ with tears streaming down his face. ‘I have wanted this so much, Daddy,’ he said through bleary eyes.

‘It’s okay, baby. I am here for you now,’ Michael responded softly.

Dylan whispered in a hushed tone, ‘You promise?’

Michael pulled Dylan close and answered, ‘Yes, forever baby.’ They embraced deeply, sharing a moment of pure, loving connection. Michael held Dylan tightly, his presence reassuring and comforting.

‘I love you, Daddy,’ Dylan whispered, feeling completely safe and cherished.

‘I love you too, my precious boy,’ Michael replied, kissing Dylan passionately.

Michael slowly got undressed until he was naked too and they continued to explore each other sensually for what seemed like hours. Michael’s hand moved to caress Dylan’s newly cleaned bum rubbing it tenderly. ‘I want to feel you in me, Daddy,’ Dylan pleaded.

‘You will baby. All tests are back on the blood I took this morning, and we are both in perfect health.’

Michael responded lovingly. He then began to climb over his boy, kissing him everywhere, Michael flipped Dylan over and began to lick his boy’s spine slowly moving down until his tongue connected with Dylan’s tight hole. His tongue slowly entered pushing in deep and it was so sensual that Dylan nearly came. Michael turned his boy back over and lifted his legs up until they were face to face and he kissed his boy while the head of his pulsating erect cock slowly penetrated him.

Dylan took a deep breath. He was tight and had not had sex for a while, but he craved it. Emotions were building as slowly but surely; Michael’s large cock was enveloped by Dylan. They continued to kiss passionately as Michael slowly began to build up a rhythm, slow and steady then faster, back to slow, then faster again. Dylan was in ecstasy. He had never had sex so good. Michael was also loving his boy. He had craved this guy for a while and knew his ownership would be forever, not that Dylan knew that. Michael was soon reaching his climax and as he did, Dylan wrapped his legs around his Daddy, forcing him as deep as possible. Michael let out a cry of pleasure and Dylan breathed in Michael’s exhaled breath as the love of his life came powerfully. They both collapsed and laid together for a good ten minutes with Michael still buried deep inside Dylan.

‘That was amazing, baby,’ Michael said while stroking his boy’s hair. ‘I could lay here all day, but we have things to do,’ Michael gently pulled out of his boy while reaching for a butt plug that was on the bedside table. ‘I don’t want you to lose any of my seed, baby. I want you to absorb my love.’

Michael carefully inserted the plug, ensuring it was secure. He then picked Dylan up and took him back to the nursery. Once there, he dressed Dylan in a thick white nappy and a cute T-shirt adorned with colourful cartoon characters. Michael carried him downstairs to the playpen, gently placing him inside. The playpen was filled with an assortment of toys, from soft plush animals to blocks and rattles, creating a delightful playground.

‘Have fun, little one,’ Michael said with a smile as he headed to his office to complete some work.

Dylan spent the next few hours happily playing with his toys, losing himself in the innocent joy of his activities. He built towers with his blocks, hugged his plush animals, and shook his rattles with glee. The time passed quickly, and before he knew it, a couple of hours had gone by.

During this time, Dylan noticed that his nappy had become wet. He wasn’t sure when it happened and, to be honest, he didn’t care. He was still glowing from the day’s events. When Michael returned, he found Dylan happily engaged in play.

‘Looks like someone needs a change,’ Michael said kindly, taking him back to the nursery. He carefully changed Dylan, removing the plug and ensuring he was clean and comfortable.

After changing Dylan, Michael took him downstairs for dinner. He placed Dylan in the highchair and fed him a nutritious meal. Despite his best efforts, Dylan found it challenging to feed himself properly, and he made quite a mess. The muscle relaxants were subtly affecting his coordination, making it difficult for him to handle the utensils. Michael quickly cleaned up the food and Dylan, maintaining a patient and loving demeanour throughout.

‘No worries, little one. You did great,’ Michael reassured him, popping the dummy back into Dylan’s mouth. ‘Keep this in, okay?’

After releasing Dylan from the highchair, they spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa. Dylan, now back in a fresh nappy, felt safe and content in Michael’s arms. They watched a family-friendly movie together, with Dylan occasionally giggling at the funny parts and snuggling closer to Michael.

Just before 9:30, Michael took his baby upstairs and prepared him for bed. He changed Dylan into a thick safari-themed nappy and a matching animal onesie. Handing Dylan his favourite toy bear, Billy, Michael picked him up and carried him over to a nursing chair in the corner of the nursery. Michael cradled Dylan and began to feed him his night-time bottle of milk, which helped Dylan relax and get ready for sleep.

Michael kissed Dylan’s forehead and said, ‘We have a big day tomorrow, little man. You need to get your rest tonight.’

Within minutes, Dylan was sound asleep. Michael gently removed the bottle and placed Dylan’s dummy in his mouth before carrying him carefully to the crib. Michael gave him another gentle kiss before locking the crib securely for the night. He turned on a night light and moved towards the door.

‘You really are my dream baby boy, my boy forever’ he whispered softly.

Michael then closed the door with a click. Dylan stirred slightly and unconsciously hugged Billy close in his sleep, feeling loved and secure as Michael’s words echoed in his dreams.

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The Fall of Troy

Troy didn’t know how long he’d been left alone.

The lights in the ceiling never dimmed. The mobile above the crib played the same haunting lullaby every hour, like a taunt. His mouth was dry. His thick, puffy, cartoon-printed diaper was saturated and swollen against his thighs. The air smelled like stale piss, powder, and humiliation.

He lay there, wrists cuffed and clipped to the headboard bars above him, his jersey bunched up beneath his arms, a crinkly padded mess twitching with every little movement. The pacifier gag had stopped being a novelty. Now it just ached. His jaw was sore, and every time he whimpered, the bulb bobbed uselessly between his lips.

Then he heard it.

Footsteps.

Measured. Confident. Coming closer.

Troy blinked, his body tensing automatically. His bare feet flexed against the mattress as the door creaked open.

And there he was.

Brandon Wright.

Older now. Taller. Still wiry, but with presence. The kind of quiet intensity that could freeze a room. His eyes locked onto Troy without flinching, and a smile curled at the edge of his mouth.

“Well,” Brandon said softly. “Look at you.”

Troy groaned behind the pacifier. His eyes widened. He tried to speak, but only a muffled, pathetic sound escaped.

Brandon stepped closer to the crib. “Aw, what’s the matter, widdle guy?? Not quite the mouthy asshole anymore are you?”

Troy thrashed weakly, the chains on his cuffs clinking softly above him.

Brandon reached forward and slowly trailed a finger along the front bar of the crib, like inspecting a cage at the zoo.

“You remember in high school? When you used to dump water on my pants any chance you got? Then you stood back, real proud, and yelled, ‘Dude, he pissed himself!’” Brandon’s voice curled with venom. “And just like that, everyone believed it. Whole room chanting ‘Pissy Pants Brandon’ while I sat there, soaked and humiliated.”

Troy groaned louder, struggling. Brandon’s eyes darkened.

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember too." Brandon leaned in, voice low. “So tell me, baby boy… who’s got the pissy pants now?”

He slipped his hand through the bars. Troy flinched. Brandon’s palm pressed against the swollen front of Troy’s diaper. The squish was audible.

“Ohhh, you’ve been busy,” he murmured. “What is this, your third ‘accident’? Or fourth? Don’t worry. You’re going to start losing count soon.”

Troy jerked his hips away, eyes full of panic. Brandon followed, gripping the padded crotch with two fingers and giving a slow, mocking squeeze.

“Don’t like that? Huh? Poor thing. Can dish it out, but can’t take it.”

Troy moaned into the gag, his face turning beet red.

Brandon leaned in close now, his breath warm against Troy’s cheek, voice low and steady.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Troy. You’re not just going to be making Number Ones in those diapers. Oh no,” he said, fingers pressing firmly into the squishy front of Troy’s padding, making him squirm. “You’re going to be making Number Twos, too. Right there in your little Pampers. Nice big poo poo’s. And you’re not gonna whine. You’re gonna squat and grunt and fill them up like the obedient little diaper boy you are.”

Troy whimpered behind the pacifier gag, shaking his head violently, but Brandon just kept going.

“And guess what? You don’t get changed just because you’re soaked. Or because you’re messy. Or because you’re crying.”

He gripped Troy’s jaw firmly, forcing his eyes to meet his.

“You get changed,” Brandon said, each word a knife, “when you’ve earned it. And you earn it by using that little mouth of yours.”

Troy started to protest, lips trembling, but Brandon cut him off with a slap. Not hard, just enough to shut him up.

“You used to use that mouth to lie. To humiliate. To chant ‘Pissy Pants Brandon’ with everyone else.” He smiled cruelly. “Now? You’re going to use it for something better.”

Brandon stood up, stroking the bulge forming in his pants.

“Every time you want a fresh diaper—every single time—you’re going to get on your knees, crawl over, and use that pretty little mouth to help me make a Number Three.”

Troy whimpered audibly, and Brandon let the silence thicken.

“You want to stay in a cold, disgusting diaper all day? Be my guest. But if you want relief, if you want even a chance at getting wiped down and powdered like the pathetic little bitch you are, then you’re going to have to beg me to let you suck on your new, special ba ba until you get allll the milkies out!”

He stared down, voice soft now. Mocking.

“This is your life now. You piss and shit yourself like the pathetic excuse for a 'man' you are. And when you can’t take stewing in your own filth anymore, you kneel, you open up, and you suck my fucking cock. That’s your new role.” Troy let out a strangled, muffled sob behind the gag, his legs quivering from the shame. Brandon leaned in one last time, lips brushing his forehead like a mock blessing.“You used to run the field, run the school, and run your mouth no matter who you hurt in the process ” he whispered. “And now? You’re going to do it again…” 

Brandon reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. That got Troy really worked up. As if the humiliation hadn’t fully hit until he realized all of this could be made public.

“You’re not going to cry your way out of this,” Brandon said coolly. “You’re going to admit it. Out loud. Right into the lens. But first…I think we need to get your little pampers prepped for your big reveal!”

Brandon reached between the bars, between Troy’s legs, and started to rub. Slow at first, barely enough to register through the thick, soaked padding. Just pressure. Rhythm. Just enough to remind Troy what was trapped underneath. 

Troy whimpered and squirmed, shaking his head. “N-No, stop—”

Brandon ignored him, pressing harder. Circling. Rubbing deliberately over the swollen warmth until the diaper started to grow taut from the inside.

“Ohh…” Brandon cooed. “There it is.”

Troy let out a shaky moan, half-choked by shame. His body betrayed him completely, pressing forward into Brandon’s hand, twitching with helpless, aching need.

“You’re not into this, right?” Brandon taunted. “You’re not a sissy little diaper boy. You hate this.”

He pulled back slightly and tugged the waistband of the diaper with two fingers. Letting Troy’s throbbing, pulsing head of his cock poke out.

“Then why are you hard?”

Troy said nothing. Couldn’t. His head hung low, cheeks burning. The stiff shape pressing against the front of the diaper told the story his mouth wouldn’t.

“That’s what I thought,” Brandon said, standing and walking calmly to the phone.

He adjusted the camera angle.

“Let’s get that on record.”

With swift, practiced motions, he peeled open the tapes and folded the soggy front of the diaper down, exposing Troy’s twitching, fully erect cock, caged and leaking against the wet padding beneath.

“There’s the truth,” Brandon said smoothly, zooming in. “Big bad quarterback. Hard as a rock from a diaper rub.”

Troy groaned miserably.

“You’re going to talk now,” Brandon said. “Right into the camera.”

He crouched beside him again, brushing sweaty hair from Troy’s face with mock affection, using a thumb to pull the pacifier out of his mouth.

“You’re going to say exactly what I tell you. Because if you don’t, this little clip goes public. Team chat. Your dorm group. The cheer squad.”

He let that settle, then leaned in close.

“Say it. 'I love wetting and messing my Pampers. I get hard for it. I belong in diapers.'"

Troy whimpered.

“SAY it.”

Troy swallowed hard. His face burned red. His erection twitched.

“I… I love…” he choked. “I love… peeing. And… and messing myself.”

Brandon moved closer again.

“Louder.”

“I l-love pissing and pooping my Pampers!” Troy gasped, eyes filling with tears. “I c-can’t help it! I… I like how warm it feels…h-how helpless I am…”

Brandon grinned like the devil himself. “That’s it, baby boy. Say it proud.”

“I—I'm Brandon’s baby bitch,” Troy whimpered, voice cracking. “I get hard when I make messies in my diapers. I want to be kept like this…”

Brandon gently closed the diaper back over the throbbing bulge and patted it.

“Good boy,” he whispered. “That’s your truth now. And I’ve got the footage to prove it.”

Brandon tapped the screen once, letting the video replay in eerie silence, Troy’s own voice echoing back at him:

“I love wetting and messing my Pampers… I get hard for it… I belong in diapers… I’m Brandon’s baby bitch.”

Then Brandon paused it.

Turned the phone around so Troy could see the “Send To:” menu open—his contact list already pulled up.

And then, in that calm, steady tone that somehow hit harder than any scream, Brandon asked:

“Now… are you going to be a good boy and give me a sucky sucky?” He let the word linger, dripping with mock sweetness. “Or am I going to have to hit ‘send’?”

Troy’s throat worked in a swallow. His eyes darted from Brandon’s face… to the phone… to the swollen tent in Brandon’s waistband.

“You’ve got ten seconds, baby boy,” he said, voice light as air. “Ten seconds to convince me why I shouldn’t make you famous.”

Troy’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“Nine…”

His wrists tugged weakly at the cuffs. Useless. He couldn’t crawl. Couldn’t hide. Couldn’t run.

“Eight…”

His knees shook. The open diaper beneath him clung to his thighs, soaked, humiliating, still peeled down to expose the very thing that betrayed him.

“Seven…”

Troy choked on a breath.

“Please,” he whispered.

Brandon raised a brow. “Please what?”

Troy whimpered, voice cracking. “P-please let me…”

“Let you what?” Brandon pressed, stepping forward. He grabbed Troy’s chin, tilted his face up toward the camera. “Say it. Full sentence.”

Troy blinked back tears. His voice was barely more than a whisper.

“I… I want to suck you...”

Brandon stared, unmoved.

“Mm. Try again.”

“I…I want to suck your cock…” Troy corrected quickly, shame flooding his tone. “Please, Mr. Brandon. Please let me suck your big fat cock! I’ll do it good. I’ll be good!!”

Brandon looked down at him, silent. The red recording light glowed on.

“I need it,” Troy stammered. “Please. I’ll suck it. I’ll swallow everything. Just… just don’t send it.”

Brandon smiled like a man who had already won long ago.

“Tongue out. Mouth open. Hold it.”

Troy hesitated only a second, just long enough for Brandon’s eyes to narrow.

Troy obeyed.

His lips parted, tongue slowly extending, cheeks burning with fresh shame. The pacifier gag lay discarded on the floor beside him. Now his mouth was wide and helpless, drool already gathering at the corners as he held the pose.

Brandon tilted his head and smiled.

“There you go,” he said, almost kindly. “Now beg for it.”

Troy whimpered through the open mouth, the sound broken, sloppy.

“Ah ah—keep it open,” Brandon reminded sharply. “I didn’t say you could close it.”

Troy tried again, cheeks hot, voice garbled around his stretched tongue. “Puh… pweeeez… wan’ it… wan’ da sucky…”

Brandon just grinned, standing up and moving to the side of the crib.

Click.

The rail slid down.

“Good boy,” Brandon said. He stepped up, one foot on the edge of the mattress. Then the other. And then, slowly, confidently, Brandon climbed into the crib like he owned it. Like he owned everything in it. He knelt over the bound, wide-eyed quarterback, gazing down at that trembling, outstretched tongue.

“Keep it right there,” he said, unfastening his belt with deliberate care. “I want to see just how badly you want your diaper changed.”

Brandon knelt fully between Troy’s spread legs now, the crib mattress dipping beneath him. He looked down at the helpless figure below: limbs bound, diaper peeled open, mouth stretched wide with tongue still obediently extended.

“You look pathetic,” Brandon murmured. “Which is perfect. Because pathetic’s exactly what I want.”

His fly came down with a slow zip. Troy whimpered, but didn’t dare close his mouth.

Brandon took his time, stroking himself just inches from Troy’s face, enjoying the way his arousal twitched as he hovered over that drooling, pink tongue.

“You want a clean diaper?” Brandon asked, voice thick with cruelty. “You want to be changed, powdered, maybe even wiped down like a good little baby?”

Troy gave a desperate whine, eyes locked upward. His tongue trembled but stayed out, jaw aching from holding the humiliating pose.

“Then earn it.”

He pressed the head of his cock against Troy’s tongue, gently at first. Testing. Claiming.

“Close your lips,” he said, “and we’re done. One little slip, and this video gets shared.”

Troy nodded slightly, just enough to signal understanding. His eyes brimmed with tears. 

And then? He submitted.

First, just a slight lean. Then his lips wrapped around the tip, shivering, ashamed, but sealed.

“Good boy.”

And then he started to move.

Slow, awkward bobs. Forward. Back. The wet sounds were immediate. Sloppy, stuttering, filled with gagging pauses as his tongue tried to figure out what it was doing. Each motion made the soaked diaper beneath him crinkle, and each crinkle was like an echo of just how far he’d fallen.

Brandon just watched, relaxed.

“That’s it…” Brandon murmured. “Good boy. Nice and slow. Use that mouth. Use that throat.”

Troy gagged softly but kept going, his bound body twitching each time he took more.

Brandon didn’t move. Didn’t thrust. He didn’t need to. He just sat there, knees spread, hands resting on the crib bars behind Troy’s head, like a king on a throne, watching the last flickers of defiance drain from his new favorite toy.

“You hear that?” he said softly. “That slurp? That little gag? That’s the sound of a washed-up jock sucking cock in a used diaper.”

Troy whimpered around him but didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

His head kept moving. Short, desperate strokes as his cheeks flushed deeper. Drool ran down his chin, catching on his chest. A wet, sticky schlk... schluck... schluck filled the room like an obscene metronome.

His cuffs jingled above him as he worked his body forward and backward. He was bound, diaper peeled down, knees spread, face buried in Brandon’s lap, servicing him like it was the only thing that mattered. Brandon reached down and brushed the hair from his forehead. Troy whimpered around him, his own body jerking as his cock twitched against the exposed padding.

Brandon didn’t miss it.

“Aww,” he cooed. “Still hard. So needy.”

Troy whimpered around Brandon’s cock, and Troy’s little penis whimpered too, leaking and twitching with every bob of Troy’s head.

“You’re not a quarterback anymore,” he whispered. “You’re a crib-bound cumrag with a full diaper and a job to do.”

Troy groaned around him, body twitching. His cage throbbed—helpless, useless, locked away as he worked.

Brandon gave a low, satisfied grunt as Troy’s rhythm picked up, more fluid now. Less hesitation. More obedience. His head bobbed helplessly, taking him deeper each time, the gagging more raw, the suction louder. Schlp... schluck... chhk...

“Almost there,” Brandon murmured. “Come on, boy. Use that mouth. Use that throat. You want your reward? Then earn it.”

Troy’s head bobbed faster, smoother now. Less hesitation, more need. The wet sounds filled the space between them: slick, humiliating, obscene. Glckk. Glkk. Glghhhh.

“So eager now. So desperate.”

Troy didn’t stop. Couldn’t. His own cock throbbed pitifully against the squishy padding as he sucked harder, drool running down his chin, tears forming again at the corners of his eyes. But his rhythm didn’t falter.

Brandon brushed the back of his fingers along Troy’s flushed cheek.

Troy moaned around him. Barely audible, throat already stuffed. The vibration made Brandon inhale sharply.

“God,” Brandon whispered. “You’re actually getting good at this.”

He chuckled softly.

“And here I thought this would take weeks.”

Brandon gripped the crib bar again, steadying himself as he looked down at his once-proud quarterback, now sucking for the chance not to be left in a wet diaper.

“You’re practically hungry for it,” he taunted. “What’s next, huh? You gonna start asking for seconds?”

Troy whimpered, jaw aching, cheeks burning, but he didn’t stop.

Brandon let the desperate bully suck and gluck for all he was worth, but eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He yanked Troy’s head back and pulled his slimy cock out of his mouth and started stroking.

“Open up, bitch!” he grunted.

“N-no…” Troy whimpered and begged, all types of fluids raining down his cheeks and chin, “Please…not in my mouth…not on my face! Please!”

“You want to keep that footage buried?” he asked. “You want to avoid every one of your teammates seeing what you really are?”

Troy whimpered again, a broken, gut-deep sound.

“Then open your mouth.”

Troy sniffled, but his lips parted…slowly. Shamefully. His tongue trembled.

“That’s more like it,” Brandon sneered.

Brandon loomed above, one hand braced on the crib rail, the other stroking himself with lazy precision. Troy lay beneath him: bound, spread, diaper peeled open, mouth obediently wide.

His tongue trembled. His jaw ached. And his eyes? They were glassy, distant, already drowning in humiliation.

Brandon smiled down, steadying himself for the final stroke.

“Hold it open,” he murmured. “Don’t flinch.”

Troy whimpered. A small, strangled sound, barely a breath. But it was raw. It ached. The kind of sound that came from somewhere deeper than his voice box. The sound of someone who already knew what was coming, and still couldn’t stop it.

Then Brandon came.

Warmth splashed across Troy’s tongue. He gasped softly, but didn’t close his mouth. Didn’t pull away. Just whimpered again, quieter this time as the ropes of hot, sticky fluid hit–as the shame hit.

Not just physical.

Emotional. Spiritual. Total.

It slid down the back of his tongue. Dribbled toward his cheek. Sat there, hot and heavy, while he trembled beneath the weight of what had just happened.

Brandon didn’t say a word at first. He simply looked down at him, calm, unreadable.

Then he grabbed a wipe. But instead of cleaning Troy’s face, he used it to lazily wipe himself, tossing it aside without a second glance. Troy flinched, expecting tenderness. But none came.

Brandon grabbed the sodden diaper, still warm, still heavy, and without hesitation, folded it back up over Troy’s still erect, dripping cock. Crinkle. Squelch. The diaper sealed shut again with a cruel squish, pressing the cold, clammy padding against skin once again.

“W-wait… why?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion and betrayal. “I thought I… I did it. I did what you said…”

Brandon looked down at him with a small, cold smile.

“You did it,” he said softly. “Just not good enough.”

Troy’s mouth fell open.

Brandon leaned in, patting the front of the used diaper like it was a prize ribbon.

“Next time?” he said calmly, “you’ll be more eager. More enthusiastic. Maybe then you’ll earn a clean change.”

Troy let out a choked sob. His hips shifted instinctively, as if to wriggle free, but the cuffs held. He was sealed in again. Trapped. Soaked. Humiliated. He whimpered louder now, head thrashing softly, drips of cum, drool and shame flying from his face, all streaking downward in messy lines.

Troy’s voice cracked. “But I—I tried—”

Brandon gently pressed a finger to his glossy lips.“Maybe next time you’ll try harder.”

He stood up, pulling his phone from the shelf and tapping the screen.

“Oh, and don’t worry, we got it all on film.” He turned the phone so Troy could see the video of himself moaning and groaning desperately as he took Brandon’s cock further down his throat.

“Don’t football players watch film?” he said, slipping the pacifier bulb against Troy’s trembling lips. “You’ll be doing it every day.” He pushed it past the lips, tightened the straps slowly, sealing Troy’s sobs behind thick rubber.

“Every morning, big guy,” Brandon whispered. “You’ll watch what you did. What you begged for. What you swallowed.”

He stood, calm again.

“Until you improve.”

Troy’s cheeks flushed deep red, his voice a bare whisper. “Please…stop this…”

Brandon tucked the phone away and slid the crib rail back up with a decisive click.

“That’s what I said to you every time you bullied me. Every time you shoved my head in a locker, stole my inhaler, or humiliated me in front of everyone. Now? It’s my turn. And you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Come sit next to me! Let’s make a deal! If you can watch this movie without wetting the diaper, then I’ll do whatever you want.”

*You think about it and it sounds ridiculous.*

“Aw is the little guy scared he will have an accident?”

*You shake your head thinking you are an adult. A few minutes later you are in the diaper and I put the movie in to play. I then pull out a bottle full of formula.*

“I’m not gonna make it that easy. Drink up sweetie.” *I say and feed you the bottle*

*you gulp down the contents of the bottle. It doesn’t make you feel manly but you are determined to win*

*20 minutes into the movie you are hating it. It is too childish for your liking and it feels like it is dragging on forever. Your bladder twinges but you put it off.*

*40 minutes go by and the movie is getting better. The princesses are super cool and it is getting kind of funny. Your bladder is full by now and you are rocking back and forth.*

*An hour into the movie you are loving it. Every joke is hilarious and you are wishing you had a dress just like the princess. But why would you want a dress? Aren’t you a big boy? You think you’re a big boy as you squirm all around doing the potty dance.*

*90 minutes in and this is your favorite movie! It has everything! You want to be just like the princesses! And you love that you’re in the princess diaper! Speaking of that, why are you holding your pee? You’re in a diaper*

*With a big sigh, you flood your princess diaper. The thought of wearing big boy pants seems so foreign to you. The credits begin to roll and you lost the bet, but you can’t really remember the bet. I reach down and give your diaper a squeeze.*

“Uh oh! I think I won the bet! Did you flood your pampers little one?”

*I ask mocking you. You giggle and nod your head feeling at bliss. Why wouldn’t you love flooding your diaper? A stomach cramp then comes along. But that doesn’t matter! You’re in a diaper!*

*With a grunt, you completely fudge the back of your princess diaper. You love the way it feels. I begin to bounce you roughly on my knee*

“PEEE YUUUU! Someone is a stinky lil baby! Do you like your full diapers? Do you like it when daddy teases you?”

*I ask as you nod your head. You begin to hump and grind on my leg in the messy diaper. Drool is caked around the thumb in your mouth. When did you start sucking on it? You don’t remember.*

“Such a good princess. Are you going to make stickies in your diaper for daddy? Go ahead little one.”

*you moan and go faster on my leg. Soon you let out warm squirts into your diaper. You can’t think of a better way to make stickies.*

“Good job little princess! Daddy is so proud of you! Hey have you seen a big boy around here? I can’t find him.”

***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in the following story and picture are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, click away now. 

Image Credit: This is NOT my image. All credit belongs to @diaperking​

Author’s note: Ok so I’m like super tired and finished this story late at night so there’s probably going to be a bunch typos in here but I’ll be editing it tomorrow.  I’ve been working on this for awhile and I said fuck it, I just want to get it out there. So, anyway, here ya go. 

“Do I really have to wear this?” Tommy pulled up his shirt. The waistband of the diaper beneath was clearly visible above his shorts. Even worse, the snug fitting shorts were just a bit too snug, puffing out drastically in the back to accommodate the thick padding. He hoped no one would look close enough to take notice.

Connor was across the room, getting dressed. “Yes. You really do. Remember what happened last time I let you try training pants?” He was wearing a forest green button-down shirt with a pair of black slacks. The sleek, form fitting clothes lent him an air of confidence and maturity, completely contrasting with Tommy’s boyish appearance.

Tommy blushed at the humiliating reminder and pulled his shirt back down. Connor walked over to muss his hair.

“That’s right,” he said, chuckling, “some little guy made a big puddle all over the living room floor.” He gave Tommy’s diapered crotch a pat and walked away.

Tommy’s penis gave a twinge at Connor’s touch.  “But, but what about the other thing?”

Conner was busy tying up his shoes. “Hmm, what’s that?”

Tommy walked over to stand next to him. He slipped his own feet into his shoes and waited for Connor to finish. Tommy was never allowed to tie his own shoes. Usually, he didn’t mind. He actually liked the extra attention when they were alone. He was a lot more embarrassed by it when they weren’t.

“The… other thing.” Tommy shifted uncomfortably.

A wide grin grew across Connor’s handsome face. “Ohh, you mean Tommy’s Tushy helper?”

Over the years, Connor and Tommy had amassed quite the collection of sex themed paraphernalia. Connor was an independent architect with a plethora of wealthy clients. With no monetary limitations, Tommy quit his own job at Connor’s request and moved in. It started with a few prostate massagers and dildos of varying sizes. Then came the handcuffs, and the gags, and the paddles. Things escalated when Tommy had opened up about his fetish, leading to a depraved shopping spree involving many, many pairs of diapers, onesies, and other accessories necessary for Connor to turn Tommy into the entirely helpless, humiliated little boy he wanted to be.

Among one of those accessories was his “Tushy Helper”, a large, purple, vibrating silicone plug that Connor insisted was necessary for Tommy’s “big boy” training. The twisted logic behind it being that the plug would help strengthen muscles in his sphincter by giving them something to clench on while simultaneously making sure his diapers stayed mess free in public.

“…yes,” Tommy whispered.

Connor laughed and grabbed Tommy’s fragile hand in his own. “No can do. You’ll have to wait until we get home to be Daddy’s lil stinker.”

Tommy blushed furiously and meekly followed his boyfriend.

Connor opened the door and beckoned Tommy to step from the relative comfort of their house into the bright, revealing sunlight.

Knowing he didn’t have another choice, definitely not because his little cock was trying to push its way through the diaper, Tommy walked forward. Tommy squeaked in surprise as he felt Connor grab his shoulder and spin him around. Connor grabbed Tommy’s crotch and gave a squeeze. The diaper crinkled loudly as Tommy let out a whine.

Connor leaned in and licked Tommy’s ear. “You’ll just have to settle for being Daddy’s for now… we can work on the stinker part later.” He smiled widely and pushed his baby boy out into the world.

The trip passed as usual. Which was to say, in an extremely embarrassing fashion. As Tommy’s de-facto Daddy, Connor made a point to remind Tommy of his new position at every corner. In the car, that meant an adult sized booster seat complete with an over the shoulder and crotch strap, a binky to silence Tommy’s protests, and a rolled down window that came with special additional features like strangers calling him names and snickering passerby. It was especially bad when Connor turned on the “happy” function of Tommy’s plug and insisted on “missing” every green light. Ironically, the pitiful moans and struggling elicited by the plug made witnesses much “happier” than the boy whose bottom it was currently lodged in. At least, that’s probably what all the laughing and derisive snorts had meant.

They finally came to a stop. Connor switched off the toy and earned a sigh of relief from Tommy. His little cock had been completely limp, but it hadn’t done anything to stop the stream of boy juice leaking from the tip. Tommy winced slightly as Connor helped him out of the car seat. The seat of his diaper was mildly wet now, just enough to rub him the right way.

Connor, being the perceptive and sadistic Daddy he was, noticed the slight movement. “Aww, what’s wrong, little guy?” Before Tommy could answer he spun him around and pulled down his shorts. “Hmm,” he said, sticking his fingers through the diaper’s leg band. “Nope, not completely wet, but…” he removed his fingers and held one up. A clear fluid glistened at the end.

Tommy had his face against the window, fervently hoping no one could see what was happening. They were parked at the side of the street, in broad daylight. He hadn’t seen anyone on the drive in, but…

Connor sighed dramatically and shook his head. “Honestly, what am I going to do with you? Hmm?” He stuck the finger in Tommy’s mouth, forcing him to clean his own mess. “This is exactly the reason you’re still in diapers,” he said loudly. Tommy whined and Connor gave his ass a quit swat before pulling the shorts back up. “Oh, almost forgot.” He popped the trunk. “Ah, there it is.” Connor grinned and pulled out a large white duffel bag. The whole surface was covered in stickers of cartoon rocket ships, astronauts, dinosaurs, and the like. To top it all off, in soft multi-colored letters on either side was written Tommy’s diapers. He reached inside and pulled out a pacifier looped through with baby blue ribbon. Connor chuckled as Tommy’s eyes widened. He hung it around his boyfriend’s neck and handed him the bag. “You hold onto that, champ,” he smirked.  Satisfied with his baby boy’s shame and discomfort, he abruptly turned and pulled the red-faced pansy into a staggering walk behind him.

Tommy managed to right himself after a few perilous seconds. He glanced around and let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully Daddy had brought him to one of the less frequented parts of town, and on a Tuesday no less. His pacifier and diaper bag bounced against him with every step, as if forcing him to acknowledge their presence. He wondered where he was being taken. He’d tried asking but had only gotten the standard, “little boys don’t need to know, just be good and go where daddy tells you”, response in return. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Ah, here we are,” Connor said, ushering Tommy into a nondescript building nearby.

Tommy had to do a double take when he entered. It was clearly a store for more… mature members of society. In other words, a sex shop. Damian’s, presumably the name of the sinful establishment, was spelled in bright neon blue letters on one end of the store. Toys and clothes for men and women were all neatly organized in their own corners or shelves. Mannequins in a variety of sensual outfits and more extreme bondage gear were scattered throughout. At the center of it all was a circular checkout counter where a man leaning against the counter was looking up from his book.

“Welcome to Damian’s, I’m the owner. Let me know if I can help you find anything today.” He smiled courteously.

The voice was deep and silky, like sweet nothings growled in the throes of lust. Tommy’s throat closed up and he stared for a moment before realizing he’d been spoken to, He nodded hastily and broke eye contact. Holy shit, he thought. The man… Damian, was incredibly attractive. He was around 6 feet tall, with wavy brown hair and a well-trimmed beard to match. He wasn’t even wearing anything special, just a pair of slim black jeans and a green plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tommy didn’t realize he was still standing in the doorway when Connor bumped into him. He squeaked and stumbled to the side.

Connor held out a hand to steady him. “Oh, jeez, sorry about that, bud. You ok?”

“Yeah, uh, I’m fine,” Tommy mumbled. He hoped Damian hadn’t noticed.

“Hi, welcome to Damian’s, I’m the owner. Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

Connor’s attention shifted. “Hey, Damian. I’m Connor, we spoke on the phone.”

Damian’s smile widened into genuine pleasure. “Connor, It’s nice to meet you.” He walked over and gave Connor’s outstretched hand a good shake. His eyes flickered to Tommy. “And this must be your little bedwetter,” he laughed.

Tommy’s mouth opened and closed dumbly. He looked to Connor. You told him!? His eyes screamed. His Daddy just smirked back.

Damian planted a rough hand on Tommy’s head and gave his hair a good mussing. “Nice to meet’cha sport. Your Daddy told me you’ve been having some problems keeping that little pecker under control.”

“Wha-“, Tommy stuttered. “Wha- what do you mean? I don’t have any problems… and I’m not little!”

Damian chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you have more than a few problems, baby boy. Cute pacifier by the way.” He reached out and gave it a flick.

Connor spoke while his humiliated boyfriend tried to process what was happening. “Do you have what we talked about?”

Damian nodded. “Of course, just follow me.”

Connor grabbed Tommy’s hand. “Come on, mush tush, follow Daddy. I have a fun surprise for you.”

Tommy withered under Damian’s knowing grin. He wondered what the surprise was, and just how much worse his situation would get. Damian led them to a locked door at the back of the store. Tommy’s eyes widened and his penis gave a pulse of excitement as they walked through it. The other side of the door was like a fetishist’s paradise. Piston machines, cages, bizarre bondage devices, and more than a few items Tommy would never have considered sexual were laid about on the floor and shelves. It was like an entirely new store back here. One section of the hoard in particular drew his attention. Tommy began to wonder if he was dreaming. Diapers, high chairs, rattles, binkies, and even a changing table with built in restraints were nestled in there.

Connor noticed his baby boy’s interest and leaned in to whisper. “Look, little guy. They have stuff for pathetic babies like you. Does that make your pee pee happy?”

Tommy shuddered and buried his face in Connor’s shirt. Yes, it did make his cock happy. It was so happy it was currently leaking a steady stream of sticky excitement into the seat of his diaper.

“Ah, here it is,” Damian exclaimed. He turned, holding a small cardboard box. He began to remove components. “I got a few varieties in today so there’s lots to pick from. This one is made of silicone. It’s recommended for beginners, but the material is soft and pliable so it’s easy to get out of and hard to keep clean.”

Tommy peaked around. What was Damian talking about?

“These are made of polycarbonate. They come in a few different colors and they’re much sturdier than the silicone type. They’re also easier to clean.”

“No…” Tommy gasped aloud. “No, no, no!” He began to back away, shaking his head. He’d finally seen what was in the box. Chastity cages were something he knew about. He’d seen it enough times on the sites he frequented, but he’d never actually wanted to use one.

The man continued as if Tommy hadn’t spoken. “My personal favorites are made of stainless steel. They’re extremely durable and easy to clean. A special bonus with this type is they can be special fitted with… accessories to deter more resistant boys.”

Connor snatched Tommy’s hand. He looked intrigued. “Oh? What kind of attachments?”

Damian held up a box. “I’m glad you asked. Well, this one for example comes with what’s called a urethral insert. Essentially it’s just a tube at the head of the device that goes down your boy’s pee hole. It makes orgasm and erection practically impossible.”

Connor turned to a trembling Tommy. “That sounds perfect. Can I get one today?”

Damian nodded. “Of course. I’ll just need to get some measurements to pick out the right size.”

“Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me wear one. I’ll be good, I promise,” Tommy begged.

“No can do, kiddo. Baby boys aren’t supposed to leave sticky messes in their diapers, at least not without my permission. Plus this is going to make changes much easier. I’ll be able to make your diapers much more snug without that little twig in the way.”

Damian chimed in. “So he is wearing diapers. Most ddlb couples I meet don’t actually go that far. For what it’s worth, I think they make your ass look adorable.”

Tommy blushed furiously. He could feel every inch of his diminutive babyhood shivering.  “P-please,” he begged the stranger, “don’t. I don’t want it…”

Connor sighed in exasperation. “I’ve had enough backtalk from you, mister.”

Tommy cried out as his Daddy roughly grabbed him and began unbuttoning his shorts. “No, no, Daddy. Please!” A second later Tommy was nude from the waist down except for his animal printed diaper. Connor raised his hand and began to lay into the pitiful boy’s ass. Sharp smacks echoed throughout the room.

“I don’t want to hear any backtalk from a boy who still fills his diapers and sleeps in a crib,” he growled.

Fat tears rolled down Tommy’s cheeks. The blows stung, despite the thick padding. What stung even more was the pitying look Damian had on his face. Don’t look, don’t look, he silently begged.

“Ahem,” Damian cleared his throat, stopping Connor mid swing. “I think he’s had enough.”

Connor raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm…” He released the struggling boy. “Well, have you?”

Tommy sobbed brokenly. “Ye-, ye-, yes sir.”

“Good. Sorry you had to see that, Damian. You see why I need a bit more help keeping my tyke in line.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s a good boy most of the time.” He walked forward and cupped Tommy’s chin. “Aren’t you, kiddo?”

Tommy looked back at the handsome stranger through blurry eyes. “Yes, sir…”

Damian dazzled him with a smile. “I knew it.” He knelt down and ruffled Tommy’s hair. “I know you’re scared. Lots of guys new to chastity are.” He leaned in close, beard scraping against the boy’s soft cheek. “Do you want to know a secret,” he whispered.  

Tommy was completely under his spell. His babyhood was crying with need, making the diaper soft and slippery. “What,” he murmured.

“Chastity isn’t a punishment, bud. It’s a reward.” He began to pet Tommy’s diaper. His fingers slipped up, oh so slowly, then back down, accompanied by crinkling susurrations. “Your Daddy says he wants to lock you up so you can’t touch yourself, but that’s not true.” He chuckled, low and gruff. “No,” he grated. “Your Daddy want’s this little thing locked up because he’s scared.” His rubbing grew harder and more demanding with every word.

Tommy could feel his body shaking with anxious need. Why wasn’t Daddy helping him? Where was he? He looked around through eyes half slitted with pleasure. Connor was staring at them intently, leaning against a wall. Tommy let out a moan and his tiny cock let out another pulse of boy juice. His Daddy was watching him being handled by the stranger. What was more, the outline of his thick cock was clearly visible against the fabric of his pants. Tommy’s mouth watered and he dumbly lifted his pacifier to his lips. He wanted to suck something right now, anything. The toy in is ass sprung to sudden life. Relentless vibrations tickled at his special spot, causing more and more precum to saturate the fluffy padding.

Damian glanced over at Connor and gave a tacit grin before continuing. “He’s scared someone else is going to come along and take you from him. Someone who doesn’t mind what a pissy, pathetic little boy you are. Someone like me.” He stopped moving, waiting expectantly.

Tommy was too far gone at this point. All he could think about was splashing his little load into his pampers. Little moans and whimpers escaped him, and he started to rub against the stranger’s hand.

What a good whore, Damian thought. He graced the pitiful display with a condescending smile. “He wants other people to know this baby nub,” he slapped Tommy’s crotch, “is his. That means your Daddy loves you a lot, kiddo.” He pushed the moaning boy slut to the floor and pinned him down. “Do you love your daddy too?”

Tommy’s face was bright red. His breath came in heaving gasps. The feeling of his diaper, the humiliating treatment, Daddy watching him… he was getting so close. The pacifier fell from his lips. “Yeh- yeesss,” he groaned.

“Then beg him for it. Ask him to lock up this teeny baby dick and I’ll help you have a nice creamy accident.”

“D-daddy,” Tommy cried, “please let me wear the cage. I… I wa- I wanna wear the cage, Daddy, please!”

Connor walked over and knelt. He loomed over his wanton boyfriend and pressed his raging erection against the pathetic boy’s face. “Aww, how sweet, but I’m not sure now, kiddo. I think you might have a little too much fun.” He smirked.

“Ohh, god. I can’t take it anymore, please. I need it, just let me fucking cum. Please, please please please!”

Connor had his cock in Tommy’s mouth before the boy could make another sound. “What have I told you about using big boy words?” He shook his head. “I don’t know if you deserve cummies now. What do you think, Damian?”

Damian pulled his hand away. The toy turned off at the same moment, leaving Tommy weeping with need and choking on Connor’s cock. “Shh, it’s ok. You’re ok.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “You can’t let naughty behavior go unpunished… but look how desperate he is. More importantly, I’m really hard right now and I want to see his face when he pops.”

Tommy shivered and bit his thumb. He knew he shouldn’t have cursed, but he couldn’t help it. Feeling Connor’s throbbing manhood against his face combined with the wonderful sensation of his crotch against Damian’s hand made him.. rash. He was in heaven, sandwiched between the two larger men. Suddenly, he went over the edge. “Nu – ooooohhh,” he wailed. His diminutive boyhood unloaded into the seat of his diaper as his hole shivered around the anal intruder. He hadn’t even been touching it when it happened. No one had. Now his cock was dripping sadly while he tried to hump the floor, Damian’s hand, even the air, desperate for stimulation he craved. His efforts amounted to nothing more than an amusing display. Tommy’s orgasm was ruined.    

Noticing the boy’s shudders, Damian let out a bark of laughter and ripped open the diaper. Tommy’s member drooped limply between his legs. The entire area was wet and sticky with shame. His prick dipped and twitched with after-tremors. “Sorry bud, looks like you really did have an accident.” Damian flicked the limp noodle and chuckled again. “No wonder you need diapers.” He reached for a measuring tape. “I can get his measurements now that he’s soft. I’m assuming he doesn’t get much bigger when he’s hard?”

Connor, still balls deep in Tommy’s throat, answered. “Nope, he gets maybe a half inch longer, and if it gets wider, I honestly haven’t noticed.” He chortled. “Luckily for you, my baby boy isn’t a grower or a shower.” He pulled back his hips and thrust forward.

Tommy gagged as his Daddy face fucked him. He could feel the handsome man between his legs poking and prodding. A saliva filled gurgle rumbled its way out in place of a moan. The cum had been drained out of him but he was still insanely aroused. All the failed orgasm had done was fill his diaper and prevent him from getting hard. A glistening teardrop rolled down his sticky shaft.

“Hmm, I think the half inch should be good. Anything larger and Mr. Masturbator might stand a chance of slipping out.” Damian opened up the ring and slid it around the base of Tommy’s acorns. “This would be a lot smoother with lube…”

“Hang on just a sec,” Connor grunted. He withdrew his meaty rod with a wet gasp from his boyfriend. “You might want to scoot back, this could get messy.”

Tommy laid on the floor, used and broken, as Connor furiously stroked his own cock. His thumb found its way back to his mouth in a vain attempt at distraction from his raging libido. It wasn’t fair, he thought. He hadn’t meant to let loose so soon. It was just.. just an accident…

A cry of exaltation signaled Connor’s release. Hot cum blasted onto Tommy’s crotch and stomach. “Fuck that was good,” Connor sighed. He scooped up a glob of his seed and smeared it into Tommy’s genitals. “I think this should work for now.” He grinned mischievously.

“Man, you’re evil,” Damian laughed.

“Nooo,” Tommy cried. His face was wet with saliva and actual tears as Damian unceremoniously stuffed him into the contraption. The tube invaded his urethra and he let out a squeal.

“Shh, it’s ok little guy. You’ll get used to it,” Damian assured him. He finished a moment later with a satisfying click as the lock snapped shut. He stepped back to admire his work.

Tommy’s package stared sadly through the shiny steel bars, dripping with Connor’s cum. His already diminutive length was reduced to a mere nub poking out from his groin.

“Yep, that looks good. What do you think?”

Connor peeked over and grinned wickedly. “Oh yeah, it’s perfect.”

Damian bent and taped the diaper back up, trapping the heady mess against Tommy’s skin. “Just one last test now, kiddo. I need to see if the urethral tube is fitting properly.”

Tommy blinked. “What does that mean…”

Damian gave the diaper a pat. “It means I need you to wet yourself, lil guy. Shouldn’t be too hard, from what your Daddy has told me.

Drained, resigned, and utterly humiliated, Tommy did what all good boys do, as he was told. A yellow stain spread across the front of the diaper. The padding expanded gradually as it soaked up more and more of the sobbing boy’s “accident”.  

“Aww look. I can see your diapy getting bigger! I guess that’s the only thing that’ll be getting bigger from now on huh,” he laughed. “Well, everything looks good to me,” Damian said, facing Connor. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with?” His eyes flickered down to Connor’s cock. Hunger was written across his face.

Connor returned the look with one of his own. “Not right now. Tiny Tommy has everything he needs now. Thanks for helping me out. Feel free to call me if you ever need a favor back.” He held out a hand to Tommy and helped him up. “What do you say to the nice man, bud?”

“T- tha – thu – thank you, sir.” Tommy hiccupped and wiped at his eyes.

“Good boy. Now let’s head back and get you back to your crib for a nice nap.”

They paid back up front and said their goodbyes. Connor with a firm hand shake, and Tommy with an adorable display hugging Damian’s leg. It wasn’t until they were out the door that Tommy realized he’d never been given his pants back. The diaper sagged between his legs the entire drive back to the car. Mortification and excitement warred for thoughts, but he never got hard. Not even when Connor bought him ice cream on the way home and spoon fed it to him in front of a nearby gym. He couldn’t get hard, not anymore. It turns out humping your stuffed animals is a lot less fun when your cock is locked away behind two thick layers of diapers and stuffers. He was wet, exhausted, and completely emasculated with no way to relieve the burning need in his baby bits. What would he do now?

Later…

Damian toweled the sweat from his face and took a swig of water. The routine today had been grueling. He took a seat on his couch and browsed through his phone. An email notification popped up. He frowned, not recognizing the address. His doubts faded when he clicked it, replaced by amusement and anticipatory excitement.

Dear Mr. Damian. T’ank oo so so much fuh my new cage. I wuv it wots and wots. Dadee sez I wook vewy cute in it ‘n I havn’t pwayd wiff myself for two whole weeks. He sez my pee pee is so small now it should be cawwed a cwitty insthted. He also sed I gotta ask you to help me make cummies again. Pweef come ova n’ pway wif me, sir. I’ll do anyfing, just pweeze help me.

Sincerely,

Sissy Baby Tommy

Becoming a better partner - or a diapered cuck

This is my latest diaper roulette. This one is designed for couples of any gender and sexual orientation (although some tasks are designed for male subs) who want to include cuckold play and diaper play into their relationship.

What most differentiates this roulette from usual cuckold related roulettes is that you yourself may try your best to prevent things from getting out of hand too fast, by successfully completing weekly challenges which may inter alia involve diapers, chastity and some malicious torment from your partner.

Be aware that this roulette can lead to rather extreme outcomes if you play it for real. Make sure that this is really what you want before you start. You have been warned :-)

You can find the roulette at faproulette.co via the following link:

“Hahaha! Look at you all helpless! Do you need Mommy to rock you to sleep?? Huh??

🎶Rock a bye bayyyybeee in the treee toppp!! Whennn the wind blowwsss hahahaha!!!"🎶

Just kidding, loser. You won’t be sleeping here tonight. This bed is for Mommy and Daddy!! And when he gets here, he’s gonna pick you up like the helpless little diaper cuck you are and put you in your new crib!

Daddy's voice, deep and authoritative, filled the room. "You've been a very naughty boy, and now it's time for your punishment."

Without hesitation, Daddy strode towards the bed, his presence commanding and powerful. The boy, dressed in nothing but a diaper and a pair of socks, whimpered softly, his eyes darting between Daddy's intense stare and the wooden spoon in his hand.

With a swift motion, Daddy lifted the boy over his lap, the diaper doing little to cushion the impending impact. The first smack of the spoon landed squarely on the boy's bottom, eliciting a sharp cry.

"Please, Daddy, I'm sorry!" the boy sobbed, his body squirming as the sting of the spoon seared his skin.

Daddy's voice, firm yet laced with a hint of tenderness, responded, "Shh, little one, you know this is for your own good. You need to learn obedience and respect."

Smack! Another sharp blow landed, the boy's cries filling the room. Daddy's hand firmly gripped the boy's diaper, ensuring he couldn't wriggle free from the punishment he deserved.

The boy, his eyes glistening with tears, pleaded between sobs, "I'll be good, Daddy, I promise! Please, no more!"

But Daddy's discipline was unwavering. "We'll continue until you truly understand the consequences of your actions, my boy."

The wooden spoon rose and fell in a rhythmic cadence, each smack a lesson in obedience. The boy's cries echoed through the room, a symphony of pain and submission.

As the punishment reached its climax, Daddy's hand gently caressed the boy's tear-stained cheek, offering a moment of solace. "There, there, my good boy. It's almost over. Just a few more smacks and you'll have learned your lesson."

The final blows landed, and Daddy gathered the sobbing boy into his arms, offering comfort and reassurance. "You took your punishment bravely, my little one. Now, it's time for cuddles and a fresh diaper."

1 Double diapers, triple shame. Extra thick, no walking without waddling—and everyone will hear it.

2 Crib time with mittens on. No toys, no paci, just quiet time to think about how helpless you really are.

3 Paci gag—no talking allowed. Just suck and squirm, baby. Grown-up words are forbidden.

4 Public exposure. Diaper clearly visible, pacifier clipped on, and a shirt that says “I belong to Mommy.”

5 Highchair feeding punishment. Bib on, mashed peas or oatmeal spoon-fed while you whimper and blush.

6 Baby babble only. Every grown-up word means an extra hour in baby jail.

7 Diaper worn over clothing. So no one can miss what you really are.

8 Playpen lockdown. Just baby toys, a bottle, and Mommy watching you act your age: infantile.

9 No solid food. Only bottles, mush, and formula—because babies can’t handle big-kid meals.

10 Mirror time with a full diaper. Look at yourself. See what you are. Say it out loud if Mommy tells you to.

11 Humiliating outfit. Onesie with phrases like “Pants are for grown-ups” or “Permanent Pampers Prisoner.”

12 Crawling only. If Mommy sees you stand, you’ll be right back down with a spanking and a paci.

13 No cuddles. Mommy turns her back until you earn them back—just like a naughty brat deserves.

14 No changes allowed. You sit in that soaked or messy diaper until Mommy decides you’ve learned your lesson.

1. 12-Hour Lock-In

You’re double-diapered, locked, and *not allowed* a change until the full 12 hours pass—no matter how wet or messy you get.

2. Humiliation Script Reading

You must read aloud a script Mommy wrote for you: “Why I wear diapers,” “Why I am not ready for potty training,” etc.—on video or voice note.

3. No Diaper Change Overnight

If you misbehave before bed? You sleep in *whatever condition* your diaper is in. And you won’t be checked until morning.

4. Public Crinkle Walk

Padded heavily under clothes. Waddling obvious. Mommy walks behind you in control, just in case someone *hears*.

5. Diapered Chores Only

No clothes. No excuses. Just a pacifier, a chore list, and your thick diaper crinkling with every step.

6. Messy Wait Time

Once you’ve messed, you’re not allowed to whine, hint, or ask for a change. You *sit in it*. Mommy decides when you’ve had enough.

7. Sissy Time (If applicable)

You act bratty? You get dressed like a good little diapered sissy—pretty, pink, frilly, and humiliated.

8. Phone Confiscation

Big boys don’t behave like babies? No phone, no screen time—only coloring books, plushies, and baby toys allowed for 24h.

9. Full Diaper Diary

You record every wetting, messing, feeding, and change—with times, descriptions, and “feelings.” Mommy reviews it.

10. Spoken Confession

You kneel. Hands in lap. Look Mommy in the eyes and say what you did wrong, how it made you feel, and why you deserve punishment.

11. Bondage with No Change Permission

Hands restrained. Thick diaper taped. No release or change until you’ve begged and proven obedience.

12. Public Audio

You record an audio for Mommy saying, “I am a diapered baby. I obey. I mess myself. And I need Mommy.” She decides who hears it.

13. No Bathroom for 48h

You're not trusted anymore. Every bodily function goes in the diaper. That’s your new rule. Two full days. No exceptions.

14. Gagged & Plugged Time-Out

Silenced and filled. Sitting. Still. Diapered. Waiting. Mommy’s rules. You *wanted* strict? You got it.

15. Punishment Bottle

A bottle filled with a mix Mommy chooses: prune juice, warm formula, laxative tea…

Drink it all. Then wait. Then obey.

You’re sitting in the living room playing the PlayStation with your best friend when I shyly approach you, diaper in hand.

“Mom says you need to change me.”

Your best friend laughs and looks at you. “Dude, it smells like your brother took a major dump in his pants!”

You pause the game and grimace, pulling me toward you and peeking down the back of my diaper. “UGH!! Did you SIT in it?!” Before I can reply, you turn me around with one swift motion and deliver a fierce, open-palmed swat directly on the seat of my full diaper.”

“Stop it!” I whine.

You take the diaper from my hand. “Why? Your ass is already covered in your own CRAP, Dayvee! Go get the wipes!”

I feel myself turning bright red as your best friend grins while watching the spectacle before him. “Change me in my room.”

You snap your fingers and point. “Go get the wipes RIGHT NOW or you’re staying in your filthy diaper for the rest of the day!” You turn me around and give me two more swats before I waddle to my room to get wipes and powder.

Your best friend gives an incredulous chuckle as I come back, shamefully holding powder and a big pack of baby wipes. “Dude... I can’t believe your brother still wears diapers. Does he ever use the toilet?!”

You take the wipes and powder from me and set them aside. “Nope! He just stands there and pees and craps on himself! My mom got tired of him crapping in his underwear like a damn toddler, so we just keep him in diapers.”

Your best friend’s eyes grow larger. “And he just takes a dump in his pants and SITS in it?!”

You nod while laying the changing mat on the floor. “Yup! If we don’t catch him quickly enough after he poops, he just sits and squishes it around in his diaper!”

He laughs hard. “Aw man! That is so GROSS!”

You nod emphatically. “It IS gross! He’s like a damn baby!”

I stomp my foot. “Don’t change me here!!”

You pull me towards you. “If you’re going to crap in a diaper like a little baby, I’m going to change you RIGHT HERE like a little baby! Maybe if you get embarrassed by other people seeing what you do in your pants, maybe you’ll stop doing it! Now, get on the mat!”

I whine and start sniffling as I drop down to the mat and lie down on my back. You untape my diaper and open it up, causing me to whine in humiliation.

Your best friend laughs again. “Oh my gosh, dude!! That is a seriously dirty diaper! He smashed a monster dump in there!”

You give my bottom a hard swipe with the diaper. “He does this all the time. It drives my mom up the damn wall when she catches him sitting in it and smashing it around. She went ballistic the last time he did it! Squished it around so much that it came out of his diaper and destroyed his jeans!”

Your friend is cracking up at this point as hot shame overcomes my face. I feel you giving hard swipes to my bottom with the cold baby wipes before you toss them into the dirty diaper.

“Don’t talk about me!!” I whine and cover my face.

You laugh as you slide the clean diaper under me. “Awww, is the baby embarrassed that we’re talking about his poopy pampers??! Well, too damn bad! Maybe someone will start using the TOILET like he’s supposed to do!” You sprinkle powder on me and pull the diaper up over me.

Your best friend chuckles. “Don’t worry, little guy. My baby nephew gets changed by me all the time.”

You grin. “Maybe next time you can change my baby brother!” You tape up my diaper and begin rolling up the dirty one. I wipe the angry tears away from my eyes before you hand the stinky package to me. “Now, be a good boy and throw this in your diaper pail. And you better not crap yourself for the rest of the night or you’ll be sleeping in your warm, squishy mess, understand?”

Just look at yourself. Look at what you’re willing to do just for the chance to cum. What you’re willing to subject yourself to just for an orgasm. You boys are so pathetic. All it takes is locking your cock up and you will go to the ends of the Earth to get your rocks off.

You really can’t help yourself, can you? I guess that’s why you’re a good fit for diapers. It’s designed for people that can’t control their most basic of urges. You would rather piss and shit all over yourself if it means you can jizz a little bit too.

So here you go, loser! Here’s your chance. I’m going to give you 10 minutes with Mr. Buzzy. You can rub it over your diapers as much as you want while you stare at your ridiculous self. But, i should tell you, I will be filming the whole thing. I will send it to every single one of my friends, and i’ll even post it on the internet for other sissy losers like you to see.

Or…

You can take everything off. All of it. The bonnett, the stockings, the crinkly onesie and, of course, the diapers. The only thing that stays on is the cage, and you won’t get another visit from Mr. Buzzy for 3 months.

So what’s it gonna be? Stay in diapers, cum as much as you can in 10 minutes, and have the whole thing spread across the internet? Or dress like a real man again, but not get an orgasm for 90 days. Your choice.

“There’s no need to be upset, big guy. Accidents happen, that’s why you’re wearing diapers in the first place. I told you about this when you agreed to move in.” He said consoling the distressed boy, rubbing his back slowly in a circular motion. “Now let’s get you undressed and your diaper changed and you can go back to your PlayStation. How does that sound, eh?”

“Ok, Mark.” The youngster said as is overall were being unbuttoned.

“You want to try that again, big guy?” Mark asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Daddy.” Sam said looking at the carpet.

“That’s better. Good boy.” He said gently pressing the boy on his shoulder, gesturing the boy to lie on the changing table.

Sam sometimes felt that he was having an out of body experience. What the hell was he doing? He’d seen the house before he moved in. He was shown the room he would be sleeping in. The crib, the plushies, the diapers.

“I know it sounds counterintuitive,” Mark explained “but boys are easier to look after if they’re kept in diapers. You don’t need to worry about anything. I promise I’ll take great care of you if you would like to stay here.” Mark smiled.

Sam thought the smile was genuine and there was no malice in anything Mark did: bathing him, dressing him, his favourite thing of late was after PJs on and cuddling up on the sofa watching a show or two before being tucked in, rails up, nightlight on. He just wished he thought through the fact that “diaper day and night” meant just that.

Diaper pried open exposing the boy’s hairless genitals to the cool air.

“My lord, someone’s made a blow out.” Sam turned crimson. There was no need to having a running commentary on the state of his diapers Sam thought.

Mark dutifully cleaned the boy throughly. He saw that Sam was staring at a fix point on the ceiling. Mark smiled to himself. They always do that.

“There we go, a nice clean thick diaper.” Mark announced.

He gently took the boy by his hands and tugged him as the boy sat up, the sound of crinkling plastic filled the air. Mark took one look at the boy, smiled and ran a finger down the length of his boy’s nose.

“You’re cute when you pout.” He said ruffling the boy’s hair “C’mon let’s get you back downstairs. He gestured to the boy to wrap his legs around his waist.

It was clear to Sam that he was going to be carried downstairs, he considered asking about whether his overalls were going back on but thought he would just be wasting his breath. Just a diapers and T-shirts was Sam’s default outfit it seemed.

Securely wrapped around the man, Mark took one hand patted Sam’s padded butt making a dull thud sound. He kissed the boy’s cheek and told him he was a good boy again.

Sam buried his head into the man neck. Sam liked the way Mark smelt, it was the reason he enjoyed cuddle time. “He smells so fucking… manly.” Sam thought. His pointed down dick throbbing against the thick padding. Yes, clean and manly. Musky, Sam thought although he was quite sure what a musky smell was. It was a stark contrast to himself which was now mainly smelt like baby shampoo and powder.

Downstairs in front of a paused game Sam unwrapped himself and was lowered gently. Mark wasn’t going to unhook the boy’s underarms until he was going to be firmly on his feet.

Sam returned to the floor sat cross legged and picked up the controller. A pacifier, a bottle of juice and Monty the Tiger by his side.

Mark sat on the corner sofa behind Sam, he idly picked up his phone and checked the time. It was getting late in the day and dinner doesn’t make itself.

He watched Sam play for a bit and eventually stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He took one last look at his boy, hacking and slashing away.

It as only day three, still very much in the honeymoon period. He hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about wanting to wear his regular underwear, they always do, arguing that there a man and not a baby they always do that but that’s quickly resolved by a trip over his knee resulting in a dark red burning bottom and a boy crying, pleading to behave. Mark didn’t like doing but it’s important for his boy to know his place.

“I’m going to make dinner now, big guy. How does burgers sound?”

“Yeah daddy, that’s sounds fine.” He said not taking his attention away from the screen.

Mark beamed as he walked out. The first time Sam said that without prompting.

“Why are you crying? I thought you wanted to wear diapers?”

“I do…sometimes. I just…didn’t think you would make me wear them all the time…”

“Well why the fuck would I let you wear normal underwear if this is obviously what you prefer? Not to mention you haven’t woken up with a dry diaper in god knows how long. I’m not sure you could keep your undies clean at this point if you tried…”

“I…i probably could…i think. But still, just because i’m in a diaper doesn’t mean we can’t have sex! We haven’t had sex in months…”

“How exactly do you expect me to have sex with you while you’re in a diaper? Do you think that tiny cock of yours is big enough to slip out the top or sides and have any leftover to still fit inside me? Even when you weren’t behind 2 inches of padding I could still barely even feel you…”

“But I at least…want to try.”

“No. I’m sorry. This is what you wanted. You wanted to wear diapers, so now you’re going to have to deal with everything that comes with that. That means wearing them all the time. That means messing in them. And that means you don’t get to have sex while you’re in them. Well…not in the traditional way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you don’t get to hump my warm wet pussy, you only get to hump your warm wet diapers.”

“B-but I…”