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No more fussing from my boy. No more hints for actions or desires and wishes. No more asking to come to bed, or getting naked in front of me expecting something. Mainly, it is all about expectations. My boy isn’t expecting something anymore, because he knows there’s nothing to desire. I got him to the point he is just an obedient docile little boy. 

Maybe he looks like a man, but he isn’t one. Yes, he does have a man’s body, he has a man’s job, and for the outside observer, nothing could indicate that he has zero sexual desires. That another man took that from him.

When he gets home after a long manly day, he knows to strip down naked and wait for me on the changing mat in the living room. It’s his routine. It took many punishments to get to this point, but he made it. Lots of sore butt cheeks, corner time, mouth soaping, chastity cages, scoldings, and talks while sitting on my lap. All of that isn’t necessary these days, it’s far in the past.

One of my main goals was to stop him from cummimg, at all. He wasn’t allowed to jerk off or hump his diapers. At some point, I stopped fucking him, so even anal pleasure was foreign to him by now. I know it was very hard for him at the beginning. He was turning and rolling in his crib, whining in sexual misery behind his pacifier, longing for a release, but knowing the costs of cumming without my permission, stopped him from doing anything.

Now he lays on the changing mat, a thick diaper, baby powder, a pacifier, a onesie, and  his teddy bear, all laid down beside him, while his small penis is flaccid, resting on his blue tight balls. When his balls are blue and tight, it’s my time to give him that release. Not because he wants to, but because it is what his body needs. I want my boy’s body to be healthy. I slide the pacifier slowly into his mouth, which he submissively takes. I unfold the thick diaper, which crinkles under my boy’s butt when he rests it on the diaper. I brought some lube with me and put some over my palm. I rub my hands and cover them. My boy looks at me, he knows what’s going on, but he isn’t excited at all, nothing is sexual for him, and his small penis still rests. I draw circles on his hole, like turbulence until I stuck it firmly inside of his body. He gasps and his chest goes up, then down. His balls pumping, but his penis is still soft. My finger founds his prostate and starts massaging it. The boy’s body tenses as his balls pump. The last step is very easy and going to finish the process. With my other hand, I use one finger and just tap the boy’s penis on its head.

White and thick drops of cum pumping rapidly onto his blue balls. It’s no climax by any means, he doesn’t seem to enjoy it like a man would. He only whimpers and cooing into his pacifier gag. One can only guess how this process is for him.

“You want out? Too bad!”

My friends decided to leave me in my new toy while they went to the other room to play with legos (and the vibrator)

Available now! Lots of colors to choose from! You know you need it you little perv… 😏

I would quit struggling while you’re ahead as this is going to be a long month for both of us otherwise.

Don’t worry aftercare starts right away too.

I heard your Mommy would like to take you back to full babyhood with you now being back in diapers again

But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now I just need to get this diaper on you and let you stew until you really have to go.

Don’t worry I am putting in triple boosters to absorb all of your wee wee. If it makes you feel better I could give you something to hasten the process.

Whichever works for you.

But either way you’re using these diapers and you’ll going to love them.

Anyway you will be sleeping on your tummy tonight in your baby crib.

You know maybe I will put a little something in your bottle to help fill your diaper in the night.

Well there isn’t very much you can do to stop me now is there?

Image credit my diaper girlfriend

The loss of control was always the most shocking discovery

Even when you were put back into nappies by me you believed you retained autonomy

But that was a facade. An act.

From the minute I put the rubber nipple of that baby bottle into your mouth and whispered “Drink it all up for Mommy”, I took control from you.

It was my decision to add the loop diuretic to your formula

It was my decision to ensure that when you finished that first bottle another one was waiting for you.

You were surprised at first by how quickly and vehemently you wanted to urinate.

The gap between you first feeling a tingling in your bladder until the overwhelming desire to empty it was not long.

And now that control you once had has deserted you, you can barely believe it is true.

I always love the surprised look my adult babies have when they helplessly wet their nappy for the first time. It is your first true surrender to me. But not your last…

Image credit Penny Barber

So I just want to make a quick disclaimer at the start. This post is telling you how I, personally, started wetting the bed every night. To my knowledge, nobody else has tried doing this method, and even the people I have shared this with previously who wanted to do it never actually went through with it, so I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who has done this. I tailored this method completely to myself and can’t tell you that this will work for everyone because nobody else has ever tried it. 

Some of you may have originally seen this method on a Wordpress site I made back in 2016, as I uploaded it there originally and it got about 500 views, but because of so many requests, I decided to rewrite it and post it here on Tumblr : )

Scary ominous warning at the start, I absolutely detested the experience of doing this method, and even to this day, I remember how much it fucking sucked. I’m not telling you to do this, this is just what I did and what has made me a permanent, relentless bedwetter for the past almost four years.

In my strong belief, everything about each kind of untraining is hugely mental in nature. There are physical elements to it, like muscle degradation, but like 80% of untraining is essentially just retraining our body and our subconscious mind into accepting and embracing incontinence.

What I did to start bedwetting was kind of prey on and take advantage of my subconscious in a way. 

For a period of about a month straight, and I do mean a month, I drank a lot of water before bed and then went to sleep without a diaper on. As you can probably imagine, all that water before bed caused me to wake up in the middle of the night with a pretty strong urge to go to the bathroom (if you are not a light sleeper, this wouldn’t work). What I did was, instead of wetting myself as soon as I woke up like other guides mention (which would have been a bit unpleasant anyway as I wasn’t wearing diapers), I made myself get up and walk to the bathroom to use the toilet instead, every single night. 

I’ll tell you right now, doing this for an entire month was literally one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had in my entire life. I was constantly losing sleep and was constantly tired every day because of how interrupted my rest was, but I guess the reason I stuck with it was because I was pretty fucking hardcore about wanting to be a bedwetter at the time.

Finally, after all that, the end of the month came, and I introduced diapers to my probably completely exhausted and unhappy subconscious as an easy out to its current predicament. For those unaware, our subconscious mind will pretty much do anything it can to avoid pain or discomfort, and it will do everything it can to use as little energy as possible in running the body.

On that first night after the month of hell, I wore diapers to bed.

Like before, I drank a lot of water before going to sleep, and also like before, my body woke me up with a very full bladder. What was different this time though is that instead of making myself get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to use the toilet, I just let my bladder go and very happily wet my diaper while still laying in bed, before going back to sleep. 

The next night I did the same thing again. I drank a lot before going to sleep, and I wore a diaper to bed. This time though, I didn’t wake up during the night at all. I awoke actually feeling pretty refreshed for once, which in itself was a relief because I’d gone so long waking up exhausted, but that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. My diaper was completely soaked when I woke up.

This was the turnaround point in my nighttime incontinence. I had put my body and mind through hell for an entire month, before showing them both that there was a much easier way to deal with the problem than waking me up. 

From that day onwards, I started waking up wet more and more. I was still having dry nights here and there to start with, but as my body kept learning and kept finding no problem in making me wet while still asleep, it kept happening again and again. 

Over the course of months after that day, my body got fully in the habit of making me a complete bedwetter, because why would it ever wake me up when it was so much easier to just make me wet myself in my sleep? I went from three to four wet nights a week to it being incredibly strange to wake up dry even once or twice a month. I even had to get thicker, more absorbent diapers because my body just stopped holding anything back, and it wasn’t uncommon at the time to wake up in a leaking diaper in the morning.