Husk

I went pushies again 🥰💩❤️

It was a big one!

i won't be able to have my diapies for a little bit so I wanted to get another pushys onto here before my posts get sparse.

All ABDL boys end up in pretty pink dresses and huge nappies eventually!

Ok let me explain, similarly to the way that baby stuff, teddies and anything fluffy has always been a big turn on for me so has pink! To me it’s just the same as the baby stuff, it’s not for me a “big strong man” and so getting to play dressed like this is a huge turn on because it shouldn’t be!

I’m not going to be totally changing my content here, I’m not chasing a trend or transitioning, I’m just finally accepting another part of my tastes and rather than feeling bad about it or hiding away I’m gunna own the shit out of it and enjoy myself.

“Sit,” your father said, as he pulled a chair out from under the dining table, “you wanted to talk earlier”.

That morning, you asked if you two could talk, but he said whatever it is, it can be after he changes your night diaper into a fresh one. You didn’t dare to argue and just waited for your change. It’s been two months since you came back home, and a couple of weeks since he started diapering you.

You sat nervously and considered your words.

“Dad?” you said.

“Daddy,” he corrected you.

“Yeah, Daddy, well…”

“Speak boy, I don't have all day,” he raised his voice a bit.

“I’m sorry if I’m being blunt, but I need to get out at night again,” you said determinedly. 

“Why?” he asked in a tiresome fashion.

“Because”

“Listen boy I took you back in at your age, and I’m helping you to get up on your feet. Just say what you have to say!”

“Because I need to have sex! I’m so horny and I can’t anymore! I need to find someone and have sex!”

You stood up, angry at the situation. Finally, you let it out. You are a grown man, you have your needs. And your father is keeping you home, having a bedtime. Instead of getting dressed to go out at night, he diapers you and sends you to bed.

“Please Dad!”

“It’s Daddy, and if you’ll call me dad on the third time, you’ll be back on my lap, now sit,” he commanded you calmly.

You sat back down.

“I took you back after all that mess that you caused. You lost your job and your apartment. I took you back in with one condition, to let me raise you back into adulthood, into manhood. After one week, you came back at night, drunk, and pissing your bed. Then I knew the starting point would be very early. The diapers were a good thing, grounding you to reality. The reality of the fact that you need my guiding hand. You need me to diaper you, you need me to send you to bed, you need your daddy, and now you need me to say no to your request. No, you will not go out to find sex.”

“But Daddy!”

“Begging won’t help. You are still not ready. Maybe you got too comfortable, but have you noticed you wet yourself not only at night, but also during the day? Would you go out diapered looking for sex?” he asked, waiting for your answer.

“I need to wean you off it, I need to potty train you. But it won’t happen anytime soon,” he continued. “Why?” he whined.

“I saw you sucking your thumb the other day,” he smirked.

Your face flushed red. You were so embarrassed.

“You got me these baby printed diapers, and I,” you mumbled, “and I was just playing around from boredom, going back to bed that early”.

Your father got up from his chair and stood behind you, putting his hand over your shoulder.

“My boy, there is nothing to be ashamed of. That’s okay, you are learning your new place at my house. You are just a little boy. But I’ll make you a strong man one day. But until that day comes, just enjoy being daddy’s little boy.”

You felt a little less ashamed.

“I tell you what, I’ll figure something out. Maybe you act like a little boy, but your body is that of a man with needs. I’ll figure something out,” he said and signed you to get up.

A week later, you got home from the grocery store, and your father was waiting on his couch. It was in the afternoon, your diaper was a little wet, and you needed your nap.

“Go to your room and see what I got for you, boy,” he said.

You went into your room and saw on your bed a big, almost huge, teddy bear. He had brown fur, and to your touch, he felt soft but also a little firmer than you would imagine. You came back to the living room.

“Thanks, Daddy, but what is the teddy bear for?” you asked.

“Remember our chat from last week? Go ahead, go take your nap on him. I’ll change your diaper after you wake up. Lay on top of him, I bet he feels comfortable sleeping on” he winked.

“Okay…”

You went into your room, took off your clothes, and stayed in your diaper. Got into the bed and lay on your new giant teddy bear. The room was dim, and it felt so nice to have a nap, and the bear, the bear felt… firm.

From the other room, your father heard sounds from the baby monitor he installed not too long ago in your room.

It started with plastic diaper crinkles, then fast breathing, and finally something that sounds like a soft moan.

After five minutes, he went to check up on you. Slowly, he widened the door crack, seeing you, a grown man, his boy, lying on top of the teddy bear, with a swollen diaper, sucking on his thumb.

Breaking men into being babies is easy, but some boys are little trouble makers. Some men are submitting very fast, some need time to accept their new role in life, but some boys, like you, give up a fight thinking they can eventually win.

Daddy knows best, and daddy knows how to discipline a bad-mannered boy like yourself.

Before you met daddy, you were considered like a hotshot in the dating world. You went out for countless dates, only to have as much sex as you could. You took pride in your sexual conquests. Daddy knew it was your weak spot and he targeted it. He knew if he will hurt your pride, you’ll fall like a baby into his arms.

Daddy had a plan for your special boy parts. A plan that he saves for his toughest cases.

Daddy took you over by his force and locked your penis in a cage. At the same time, he lubed your hole real good and forced a hollow anal plug into your butt. You cried as your penis pulsed in pain trying to get erected in the cage. More tears dropped from your hole stretching from the plug. Daddy shushed you as he began diapering you.

He left you alone in the room, telling you to think about the way you acted when he tried to be nice the first time he introduced you to diapers, and how you thought you were a big man and argued you’ll never be babied, so he had to take drastic measures.

Boys are messy creatures. From their sticky fingers to their questionable aim in the bathroom, boys have never been good at keeping things clean. A diaper just simplifies the whole process—no more "oops, I missed" or "it was just an accident!"

Moms and girlfriends are already cleaning up after them. Ever noticed how boys conveniently “forget” how to do laundry, dishes, or pick up their own socks? They already expect someone else to handle their messes—diapers just make it official!

They think farting is funny. So let’s see how they like a full diaper. Boys love to giggle about their own gas, but let’s see how funny it is when there’s more than just air in their diaper. Oh, what's that? Suddenly it's "not so funny"? Thought so!

They have the attention span of a goldfish. Oh, look! A ball! A car! A flashing light! Boys get so distracted by the simplest things—who has time to actually remember to use the potty when there are way more important things to focus on? Best to keep them safely diapered so they don’t make a mess when they inevitably forget.

They have NO shame. Boys will scratch, burp, and do all sorts of gross things in public without a second thought. If they have no problem acting like babies in front of everyone, why not dress them like one too?

They never know when to stop playing. Boys will run around, roughhouse, and completely ignore their obvious potty signals until—oopsie! Too late! Rather than trusting them with big boy underwear (as if!), it’s just safer to keep them padded so they can go whenever they inevitably lose track of time.

They’re so lazy. Let’s be honest, even if a boy could make it to the potty, would he really want to? Getting up, stopping what he's doing, actually aiming—so much effort! It's just easier to let him go in his diaper like the helpless little thing he is.

They still act like babies, so they might as well wear what babies wear. Boys whine when they don’t get their way, throw tantrums over the smallest things, and sulk when they lose. If they’re going to act like fussy little toddlers, they should be dressed like one too—diapers included!

They hate being told what to do. Which makes it even more fun! The best part? They’ll huff and puff, but there’s nothing they can do about it. They can squirm all they want—at the end of the day, they’ll still be right where they belong: safely diapered.

Deep down, they know they belong in diapers. At the end of the day, all their silly protests and puffed-up bravado don’t change the truth—boys just aren’t meant for potty training. They’re much better off being padded, protected, and properly taken care of. And while that will never change, their diapers certainly will—again and again and again

Thoughts From the Crib - Retrospective of 100 Hours Sissy Baby Punishment. I am sitting here in my crib in my 13th and soaked diaper sucking on my paci thinking about the last 100 hours. First, that is a lot of hours, I didn't realize that is over 4 days! I followed every rule the entire time. This was something I put together to push myself and see what it would be like to be a 24/7 sissy baby. Which is unrealistic for me anyway with work and other parts of reality. This was more like a staycation and it was a lot of fun.

Rule 1 of diapers worn at all times was the main purpose of this whole thing 🥰 i have spent plenty of times in diapers, but I don't always use them to conserve them. I will say that in 100 hours I went through 13 diapers! My current amount would last me maybe a month 🤯 i couldn't afford that lol

Rule 2 of chastity is one I love, except the no cummies part 😠 if it wasn't for some real life things, I would be permanently locked. But I do wanna make cummies. I did do lots of humping and edging, but only pee left my little clitty.

Rule 3 of peeing was my chance to try to reverse potty train myself. I first set an alarm for once an hour, but found that highly unnecessary. I think the longest I was in a dry diaper was 20 minutes 🤭 I liked letting it out little by little versus flooding my diaper. My diaper was able to hold more, and it was distributed out throughout the diaper more. I really liked how the plumpness of the diaper looks. Also holding in pee can be bad for the kidneys.

Rule 4 of messes was my way to go more out of my comfort zone. I have messed twice before, and both times were accidents. The feeling of losing all control despite my best efforts is so humiliating, and the fun i get out of messing. I messed 3 times during this, and learned that being in a messy diaper doesn't bother me. It was fun having to walk around with more of a waddle. Sitting in it in timeout didn't bother me like I thought it would. The clean up was still bad. If I don't sit in it, it is manageable, but after sitting in it it is too much. I was a little concerned when I went 41 hours without messing, but my high fiber diet fixed that 🤭 The feeling of loss of control is a lot of fun, and I may explore it more at some point. I have thought of trying suppositories, but unless someone gets them for me it will be awhile. I would try enemas, but I would lose control before I got the diaper on lol if I do something like this again I think I would add some castor oil to one of my meals. If I didn't have to clean it up, I would be a messy baby.

Rule of all food eaten in a highchair was a little more challenging then I expected. I didn't realise how much I would snack on foods when I went to the kitchen. So I put all of those snacks as part of my meal. In my highchair I didn't have my phone, there wasn't TV or music, only me sitting there in my wet diaper eating my food. I had my phone as a camera so I was able to see what anyone at the table would see. There were a lot of little fun scenarios I thought of while there. All my meals took about 15 minutes to eat, so that gave me a bit of time to think. Kind of like timeout does. I usually eat my meals in front of the TV, so this was a time it felt a little bit of a punishment, but still fun.

Rule of sissy clothing allowed me to play dress up and have so much fun. I didn't leave the house, so I was always wearing cute clothes. This was part of the main fun with rule 1 and 2.

Rule 7 of staying hydrated and only baby bottle. I think if I were to do this again I wouldn't have the stay hydrated, but would still keep the baby bottle. This most challenging part of this is that baby bottles aren't great for hot beverages like coffee and tea, but still keep it

Rule 8 sleep in a crib. I took all my naps in a crib and it was a lot of fun, but I have some very big puppies that I miss cuddling and sleeping with.

Hop, hop, hooray! Here I am, completely exposed and vulnerable on the side of the street, dressed in my frilly pastel purple dress and sissy bonnet, just in time for Easter. The warm spring breeze brushes against my skin as I sit in my soaked diaper, sucking on my pacifier, feeling the delightful humiliation of my little Easter outing. Cars whiz by, each driver getting an eyeful of their adorable little baby, and I can hardly contain the mix of shame and excitement running through me.

Daddy takes his time snapping pictures of his precious sissy baby on full display, as I feel the heat rise in my cheeks from all the public attention. I can’t help but wonder if the charming neighbor next door, with his hot smile, noticed as daddy proudly waltzed me out to showcase me as his big, sissy diaper lover on this festive day. Each glance from passing cars seems to amplify my embarrassment, making me feel like I’m the star of an unwanted Easter parade. This is what it means to be utterly at daddy’s mercy, a sissy baby exposed and celebrated in the most adorable yet humiliating way possible!

I sat in my playpen, while so many men came and went. I couldn’t remember how they looked, how they sounded, or even how many were there. I was partly fixed on that damn kid’s TV show with those bright lights and annoying singing.

Some didn’t notice me as they walked and were led to the bedroom. Some of them did, made a face, and kept on going. But some noticed me, smiled, and came by and stood over me, sitting in my crib. Some already had a boner, some got hard when they saw me like that, but all got aroused even more.

My little dick was locked, not by me. Every evening when there was a date planned, I was diapered, dressed in a babyish Shortall, placed in a big playpen in the living room, and shushed with a huge pacifier. I was told to keep quiet while the adults, in my bedroom, were having fun. I had to stay in that playpen, for so long. Most of the time I had to wet myself, I even had to go number two once or twice.

I even think that I oozed pre-cum for hours, but the pee always washed it away to the padding.

Although the TV’s sound was high, I tried to listen, to the voices, to the moans, to the water running in the shower afterwards. I always sucked on my pacifier furiously when the moans were louder than usual. The baby was angry, but I’m only just a baby, with a little dick.