Tales of the Fallen Angel 🌠

But then he suggested a deal, one more game, and he dared me to go with it, knowing that i have an issue being dared, i can hardly ever refuse. We'd deal the cards, making it even easier for me to think about accepting that dare. But since i was out of money, if i wanted to play that game to the end and have a chance to win my money back, he'd then put me in severe double diapers and inlays, lock those on me. If i win this one game, i'd be getting all my money back from him and would be allowed to lock him into those diapers then instead, however, if i'd loose that one too, i'd be stuck in those locked diapers for as long as he chooses.

I knew he was into those, i wasn't, so i told him that i'd never be using those for sure, but wearing them for the duration of that game, that was ok - looking at my hand, it was great, confident to win this one i accepted.

It felt a little weird to strip and have hm handle me that way, getting those two diapers, each with an inlay extra, taped on to me, creating already quite a bulk of padding, as he explained, both, diapers and inlays were able to hold massive amounts if needed. But then of course that locking part, he handed me those shorts, puling them over that padded bulk, then the three straps got locked tight, making sure there was no way to pull those off me at all. To make it more frustrating, he even added the 'key' to those belts on to a padlock and locked that on the side of those shorts to the embedded ring of that belt, no way to use it, while it is so close…

Then we sat down and, man was i confident, smirking a lot, but shortly later when the hands were revealed, f*ck…. how could that happen… he laughed out loud then…

He added: 'Looks like someone will get to enjoy the benefit of those diapers to the fullest. I chose those thick and heavy soaking ones for a purpose. You're not getting out of those for the next 72 hours for sure, after that we'll start negotiating what you're willing to commit to in order to receive at least a change of diapers. You heard right, just a change, it's back into the locking shorts on top of that right after. The deal was clear, 'for as long as i choose', and that will be for now 'indefinitely' until i choose otherwise, and whether i do depends on how we keep 'negotiating' each 72 hours at time of diaper change.

So for practical obvious reasons, you will have to use your baggiest jeans from here on, those diapers swell on a lot the more you soak them, anything not very baggy wil show not just the swollen bulk but also the shorts and locks, and i don't think you want people to find out about you being locked into those.

But if you cooperate and our 'negotiations' lead to something i am happy with, meaning the hierarchy and rules in this house are over time changing a lot for sure, some day in the future i might allow you to be without them again, until that happens though, though luck for you.

Damn… here you see me desperately trying, but there is no way to get them off, i was stuck for as long as he had the key, and as i understand, that will not change any time soon either.

Needless to say, it's been forever now, on the first 'change' he already got me to accept an additional tiny chastity cage underneath, just to get a fresh set of heavily used diapers, which i found terrible to be locked into. He made sure at every change i was restrained, unable to refuse getting locked back into the shorts. From then on, every time he 'added' some rules, some protocols to follow, some things i had from then on to do and so on, within a couple months i basically was his lackey, taking care of all chores in the home, serving him at home as he desired, at one point giving in to his demand to also control finances fully, after i refused initially and had spent almost a whole week, leaking all over, even had to report sick as i wasn't able to go to work like that anymore, until i finally agreed to even that.

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Disclaimer : This story is purely fictional (even though it does contain a lot of elements inspired by our daily life) and will contain ABDL, NSFW elements.

Summary : Jake is a twenty five year-old who just discovered ABDL. After a few months and a lot of online chats with strangers, he meets a man called “StrictDaddy90”. They decide to meet at a pub a few weeks later and this is when Jake’s life changes forever.

Quick after his first encounter with the man, Jake realizes there is more to what he initially expected.

Will his dreams of being a baby become too much or will he adapt to this new lifestyle he naively called “The Life!” when he first discovered it ?

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Link to Part 17 here! NEW // The end.

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“Come over here boy! Don’t be shy now, we’ve talked about this” Daddy yelled from across the yard, “We’re all waiting”.

You walked outside, in your babyish appearance, as slowly as possible.

“Is that… Phil?” a friend of Daddy’s asked him, a friend you knew from before.

“Philly, he goes by only Philly now” Daddy corrected him with a pat on the friend’s shoulder.

“I knew you are a guiding figure for him, for a lot of stuff, even a father figure,” the friend said but Daddy interrupted him.

“A daddy figure will be more precise,” he said, laughing.

With every step, you felt your diaper was crinkling. Daddy dressed you for today’s launch in your night diaper, to make your butt more obvious and babyish for his friend. You held your favorite stuffy closer, sucking your paci faster, a little bit anxiously. You agreed to this, you knew your new daddy wanted to take your relationship another step forward. You felt like his boy, and he wanted to introduce you to the people in his life, as his boy. For so long he had been there for you, and now you wanted to be there for him, make him happy and proud, of you and himself. He became such a good Daddy to you, and you loved him for that.

“He’s a bit shy, look at him! But we wanted you to know, as our friend, as my friend, that Philly needs my help all around, so we decided not only that I will be his Daddy and treat him as a baby from now on, but if he wants to learn and be a big boy in society one day, he needs to let other people see him as the baby that he truly is. This is why we invited you today” Daddy explained to his friend. “Remember when we talked about Philly and his problems, and you suggested that I should make him a little project of mine, well, I did”.

“And look at him now Daddy, you boy is such a cute little fella,” Daddy’s friend said and smiled at you. “You are so cute I want you to sit on my lap the entire launch,” he said to you as he reached with his hand to yours.

Daddy smiled at you and nodded his head. Another man saw you as a baby, not only him.

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“My spidey senses are tingling!” whispered the boy to himself as he woke up next to 5 of his friends after their sleepover, each boy in superhero-themed pajamas.

He rubbed his eyes as he stood up, and immediately felt a sudden urge to pee, and before he could hold it back, a stream of pee shot into his already swollen diaper. The boy clenched hard, and managed to stop the flow of urine, and keep back his bladder from emptying further.

He thought about walking over to finish on the toilet like a big kid should, but he knew a dry big kid Goodnites pull-up was waiting for him in his bag anyway, and trusted his thick nighttime diaper had more room. And so, he let it rip, flooding his diaper so loudly - he noticed one of his friends in Star Wars pjs was not only awake, but looking up, and listening to his downpouring stream of pee being caught by his diaper and splashing around his boy parts. The other boy lifted his blanket revealing he was in nothing but a tee shirt, goodnites, and dirty pair of white socks with his pull-up also very saturated by this point, and winked at him in acknowledgment.

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. 

“fuckkkk,” brad groaned as he woke up. immediately he could tell his diaper was wet — though wet was an understatement, perhaps soaked was a more appropriate descriptor.

waking up wet wasn’t a new experience for brad, but today was a special day in his bedwetting journey. a few weeks ago his roommate, aidan, had put a new rule in place in an attempt to “motivate” brad to stop pissing himself in his sleep each night — every morning brad wakes up in a wet diaper, he has to cut up one of his pairs of underwear. the past few weeks brad cringed each morning as he cut up another pair of calvins. today, he had one pair left, and soon they’d be destroyed like all the others.

matthew liked to listen to music while he slept. something soft and acoustic to help him relax and keep his mind from wandering. every night he would put in his wireless earbuds and fall asleep to the calming instrumentals.

his older brother james used that to his advantage. matthew had really been getting on his nerves lately, culminating with telling their parents that james had failed his most recent math test, resulting in him being grounded and being unable to go to a concert with his girlfriend. he wanted revenge, and he knew how he would get it.

it was easy enough to connect his own phone to matthew’s wireless earbuds. after matthew fell asleep, james would change out his calming music for hypnotic tracks. subliminal suggestions of wet beds and diapers filled matthew’s mind while he slept soundly on. it took a few days to see results, but finally, on the fourth night, matthew woke up to soaked sheets.

what the fuck? he thought. he hadn’t wet the bed in years! he chalked it up to a fluke, to stress, whatever else to make him feel better. he figured it would be a one time thing.

only it wasn’t. he peed the bed the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that. each night james sneaking into his room, biting back his laughter and taking photos of his brother and his pissy pants and bed. he was besides himself with glee.

the hypnosis tracks james used promised permanent results in five nights. tonight, when matthew would piss himself in his sleep for the fifth night in the row, would complete his transition back to a bedwetting loser. he’d have to wear diapers nightly to avoid ruining his mattress. then, james would move onto the next step of his plan — taking away matthew’s daytime bladder control as well. he pictures matthew pissing himself like a little boy in the middle of school, and he smiled to himself.

“fuckkkk,” brad groaned as he woke up. immediately he could tell his diaper was wet — though wet was an understatement, perhaps soaked was a more appropriate descriptor.

waking up wet wasn’t a new experience for brad, but today was a special day in his bedwetting journey. a few weeks ago his roommate, aidan, had put a new rule in place in an attempt to “motivate” brad to stop pissing himself in his sleep each night — every morning brad wakes up in a wet diaper, he has to cut up one of his pairs of underwear. the past few weeks brad cringed each morning as he cut up another pair of calvins. today, he had one pair left, and soon they’d be destroyed like all the others.