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2nd;-He receives a stern telling off after his hot shower

3rd:-Dad applies his new white underpants

4th:-They you go no more worries about not making it and when you do make it in them, me or your Mammy will sort it out

No need to ask or check him

Even after all these years still comes as a big shock to you, doesn't it ? OH well suppose you want it changing do you ?

So adapt at been able to look anything up on Google

After a few toilet incidents they've put me back in nappies, what do I do when they've been used ?

Just burst into tears, go tell them or wait until they come along and check them

Still at home with parents who think it just laziness not medical

He has to grab a freshly washed one off the towel rail and take it to his bedroom where his parents get him ready for bed

Don't think it's going to take much more and in fact think I'm needing to

Go again. ARGH It's leaking look

Yeah can see the puddle mate and your joggers are getting wet mate. Come on lets find some facilities mines not far away from needing a change either

Like every other big boy I wore my undies and used the bathroom

But then one day it happened too quick and I

Now Mammy applies my undies and it doesn't matter if I'm not in the bathroom at the time

A Necessary Reminder

This week I’d become sloppy with reporting my school uniform outings to my Big Brother. He wasn’t impressed.

His message was clear: I needed a full day in nappies and uniform to remind me of my proper place.

I started with a thick disposable adult nappy, quietly grateful it wasn’t cloth.

Over it I pulled a pair of white crinkly plastic pants that bloomed noticeably around my hips. The loud plastic rustling with every movement made my stomach drop. I then dressed in my usual school shirt and tie, grey knee socks pulled up with garters, and smart black T-bar shoes.

I tried on three different pairs of shorts. Only one fitted over the bulky nappy, and even then the shape was obviously swollen and unnatural. With my heart racing, I pulled on my green school jumper and stepped outside.

The plastic pants crinkled loudly with every step. The padded bulk between my legs forced me into a slight waddle, and the distorted shape of the shorts made the nappy impossible to hide.

I walked to the shops to buy a healthy lunch, painfully aware of the noisy crinkle and the way people glanced at my oddly shaped lower half.

After that I sat in the park to eat, feeling every bit the oversized junior I was supposed to be.

On the waddle home, already wet and deeply humiliated, the reality sank in. This was my reminder. I dread the day Big Brother makes me wear bulky traditional cloth nappies instead.

After a morning adventure outside, I stopped by the gym for a quick workout. I swapped from a wet diaper into some NorthShore GoSupreme pull-ups. I’d been planning on one more change afterwards into pull-ups, but a leaky pull-up after 40 minutes meant that only a new Megamax diaper could do…

I saw a quick moment with the locker room empty to do a speed change and adjust some tapes. I don’t think there’s much new to do at the gym after this one!

"Why the long face, my sulky little sailor? You asked for an outfit that'd cover up your diaper while we're out shopping, and it looks perfectly covered to me!"

It's always fun having buddies come to the warehouse, even more so when they're people like LittleTore ☺️

“Aw look at my little diaper slave. Are you PEEING your DIAPER? You couldn’t even keep your diaper dry until my date got here? You’re so pathetic. I think we’ll both have to take turns paddling your cute little ass and leave you in that wet diaper while we go on our date. How does that sound baby boy? Aw you don’t want to sit in that wet diaper all night long? Too fucking bad. And yes baby, I’m giving him your chastity cage key tonight. So you’re going to have to be on your best behavior for him if you ever want your cock unlocked. Why don’t you go wait by the door and open it for him when he gets here, he’ll get a big kick out of seeing you answer it in that soaking wet diaper!”

Strapped in a stroller in a distressingly wet and messy diaper, Papa had decided it was finally time for a walk to 'show you off to the neighbors.'

It didn't take long before you came across your first potential saviors, a pair of old women on their morning walk. You waived at them desperately from where you sat restrained, trying futily to cry for help behind your paci-gag.

"Oh, you're excited to see me, cutie? Yes you are!" One of the old women moaned as she bent down and pinched your cheek, "You caught a real talker here!"

Papa just smiled and talked to his neighbors about you as if you weren't there. The whole time, you struggled to try and get out words.

Unfortunately, as you attempted to get your plight recognized by the seemingly kind old ladies, the worst case scenario occurred.

Your nerves and Papa's conditioning, plus the large bowl of oatmeal he fed you this morning, conspired against you. You pushed a monster load of mush into the back of your diaper, causing a horrid smell.

Not one to be easily deterred, you continued your attempt to be recognized by the old women until, finally, one of them bends down and unties your gag.

"You gotsa helps me. I notta baby!" You lisp out frantically, your tongue atrophied after says spent compressed by the rubber nipple of your paci.

The woman leans in close, presses her palm to the front of your diaper, and speaks to you condescendingly.

"Sweetie, this icky diaper says something very different. Now, stop complaining. You've got a very nice Papa, but when I babysit you next week, we'll have to have a discussion about what happens to naughty babies who think they are bigger than they actually are."