Diaper Boy Stories

Sleeping boys embarrassing bedwetting secret exposed!

But knowing it will happen at some point, doesn't soften the shock

An adult sized load is huge, fills his to capacity squishing around his bottom trying to find space in his Pampers

You said if I'm going to do it, then these are best worn

So I've done it and your still mad at me, wanting me to stop playing out and come inside so you can clean me up

To the untrained eye, and with only a moments glance, is it really possible to tell if somebody is wearing diapers or just regular boxers? And even if you can tell, what difference does it make?

I’ve always been a boxer guy. Even now that I wear diapers practically full time, I still wear boxers over them. Right now it’s summer, which means that it’s 900,000 Bajillion degrees out. There is really no incentive for me to wear anything beyond gym shorts and a T-shirt when I venture beyond my air condition house and my crystal clear nice cool swimming pool. But in the event that I do need to go out in public, I usually wait until about sunset so I don’t have to deal with the oppressive heat. And I really don’t care about with the other people in the supermarket. Think about my choice of attire. To be honest, it’s usually in the most atrocious clothes that I have. Unless I’m going to a nice restaurant, or some thing, there is a little incentive for me to put any effort or energy into dressing because I care about what other people think about me. I’m going to the supermarket to buy a gallon of milk or whatever. If somebody should see that I’m wearing diapers under my shorts, I still care even less. If some 60 year old boomer notices that I’m wearing a diaper, what are they going to do? Are they going to jump up and down and wave their hands and point their finger at me and say, “ hey everyone, look at this young guy he’s wearing a diaper!” Even if he did do that, I really wouldn’t care.

Building more on this topic, there’s pictures or remind me of The way that a lot of dudes would show off their boxers: Same idea except that these roads are doing the same thing but with diapers instead of boxers.same idea, except that these brows are doing the same thing but with diapers instead of boxers.

Sir fastened the yellow stripey school tie carefully around my neck, knotting it tightly around the grey polyester short-sleeve shirt. Grey elasticated shorts and grey knee socks with their two yellow stripes completed the look. Underneath, the crinkly nappy already felt bulky.

After putting on my velcro school shoes, we stepped outside and began walking toward the park. Halfway there I felt the familiar warm rush as I wet the nappy. The plastic grew heavier and warmer against my skin. I kept quiet, hoping Sir would not notice yet.

At the grass he ordered me to sit cross-legged for a few photographs. Then he stood me up again.

“Shorts down,” he said. “Nappy check.”

I glanced around. We were outside, in full view of the path. Still, I pushed the grey shorts to my knees. The front of the wet nappy was obvious - the dark, damp patch and the swollen padding impossible to hide.

Sir pressed a hand against the plastic, feeling the warmth. “Good. You used it properly. Leave the shorts where they are for a moment.”

He took several more photographs while I stood there, the wet nappy fully on display. Only when he was satisfied did he allow me to pull the shorts back up.

“This is how a boy of mine is checked,” he said simply. “Outside or indoors makes no difference.”

Yeah but it's the first 2/3yrs of your life and I've no memory of it so what does it actually feel like to use a nappy rather than go to the toilet

Going to get myself some and find out just as an experiment of course feel what it's like to use them

Oh WOW, the sensation as it pushes against the nappy then spreads across your bottom. Oh never thought about the clean up bit, I'll shock mammy asking her to change this I bet

If you prefer nappies son it's not a problem 24/7 from now on. But it was just an experiment, well we'll carry on with it, WONT WE BABY ?

“I don’t know…it’s usually something like ‘help’, ‘please’, ‘get me out of here’, or ‘i don’t want to wear diapers’…”

The liquor part went fine as always. All three of them were blitzed by the time Jake dug into the “tool box” in the garage where his dad thought he was doing a good job of hiding his skin flicks. He pulled out a few and decided to start the festivities with the box labeled “BAD GIRLS, BIG TITS.” Fuck yeah! Look at that chick on the front! Yep, those are officially big tits and the boys couldn’t imagine just how bad of a girl she was.

Jake tossed the tape in. The camera started in a kitchen and then walked through a living room and into a bedroom. No credits. No fun music. Uh, okay? Then the camera panned to a corner of the room. No naughty girls. No big tits. The trio watched in silence before Jared finally spoke with the only line that made sense.

“What in the fuck?”

On the camera–and now on the TV–was some dude. 20ish maybe? In a crib. Bound. Gagged. Diapered. Bound. Gagged. Diapered. Yep. It took all of them a few minutes to realize that’s what was on the screen. And that 20 year old bound, gagged and diapered guy was whining and moaning and bawling and pleading through his gag, to the camera man probably. Okay, some weird gay porn. Yuck! Jake would have to figure out later what the fuck was going on with his dad but as he went to eject it Michael said, “Wait, wait, wait. Rewind. Turn it up.”

“Fuck that, I’m turning this off, I don’t know what the fuck this shit is.”

“Dude, rewind. I heard the cameraman talking.”

Jake obliged and all three listened. There, as the gagged and diapered and terrified boy pleaded in his fucking crib–a crib!–a very familiar voice started narrating. “Beg all you want, boy. You ain’t going nowhere. You’re in diapers for good. Forever. Till the day you die which could be soon if you don’t be a good boy.”

More pleading.

“Gonna keep you diapered for good. No one knows where we keep this house. No one can hear you. You’re ours, boy. Diapered and our slave. Ready to be fucked? Want me to send this video to that cute girlfriend of yours? Bet she’d like seeing her baseball playing college boy in Pampers getting his face and pussy fucked, huh?”

More pleading.

“Yeah. But if you’re a good boy we let you go and you never tell anyone. Not that you will. You don’t know where we are and neither me or my partner will ever take our masks off, not even when you’re blowing us in your messy diapers.”

Crying now from the diapered man in the crib. Still silence from the trio of boys watching this wretched tape.

“We’ll treat you good if you act good. Make your clitty feel good. Let you squirt into your diapers. Forget about your girl, no more pussy. But you’ll get used to cumming in your diapers. And pissing your diapers. And shitting your diapers. And you’re going to get used to a lot of men having their way with you. Otherwise you’ll spend all your days right there. Cribbed. Bound. Gagged, Diapered. Get used to it.”

More crying.

Fade to black.

Now Jared and Michael turned to Jake.

“Jake? What the fuck? That was your dad talking! What the fuck, dude!”

Jake saw through the alcohol and finally spoke. “It’s just some fake thing, dad must have made like a porno when he was younger.”

“That sounds like him now!” Jared said. “And this isn’t a real porno! There’s no crew. It’s your dad. With a guy in diapers in a crib begging and pleading and your dad threatening him and telling him they’re going to fuck him. Dude.”

Jake loved his dad. Yeah the old man was a fuckup who couldn’t keep a job or a marriage but he was still Dad, right?

He ejected the tape. Put it back in the box.

“Let’s go the bar.”

It was 6 p.m. Jason threw down the remote in anger. “I’m fucking sick of this!”

Daddy Jim stood over his 20-year-old college diaperboy, letting him vent a bit. “Come on. Say goodbye to your friends. We gotta give you your bath, your bottle and get you out of your pull-ups and into your night diapers.”

His friends Bill and Joe awkwardly stood up and excused themselves. They had just experienced the strangest two hours of their life, invited over by their friend’s landlord to “Watch TV with him. I know you’ve been worried about him being out of school past few weeks so he just wanted to show you he was okay.”

Jason had nearly died when the friends walked into the basement and saw him in his Pull-Ups, but they were surprisingly cool with his explanation of having to move out of the dorm because he couldn’t afford it and in with the 60-year-old retiree. But the whole thing was, without a doubt, fucked up. Jason just kept flicking through different TV channels as if everything was normal.

With the friends gone and Jason still refusing to leave his chair, Daddy walked over and yanked him up by the hair. he took the remote and swatted the back of his bare legs 10 times on each side, bringing cries from the pansy. “You wanna show your friends you have balls? In this house? Keep it up and I’ll make sure your balls are taken away.”

Could daddy really do that? “And it’s more than obvious you aren’t mature enough for pull-ups. It’s going to be full-time diapers, all the time. Starting tomorrow when you go back to classes. That means pee and poop in your diaper, no exceptions, right? And I’m going to take you to class to make sure you get there okay. If you need me to explain to the professors what’s going on, I will. Maybe I can find some girls to sit for you if they need some extra cash. Would baby Jason like that? Hot college girls as your sitter? The girls you used to wanna fuck? Change your Pampers, huh?”