Big Adventures for a Little Guy

Daddy lets me choose! Nap time or hypno time? 😵‍💫😴

Working from home, I decided to wear diapers for the day—but after all was said and done (virtual meetings, projects), I didn’t actually change my attire till the early evening. My wife—vanilla by nature, but increasingly curious—was to come home early from work, and I picked up the nerve to remain diapered when she arrived. She came through the door and upstairs to find me as pictured, playing Super Mario 64, a game that released when I’d have been dressing for bed like this—if a few years out of diapers. A subtle personality, my wife smiled and remarked how cute I looked.

We proceeded to watch an hour-long episode of a TV show together, and by the time it was over, we both needed a bathroom break. I needed to pee for a while, but had been holding it, still a little shy about wetting my diaper in front of my wife. “Come with me!” She beckoned, as she abruptly rose to run to the bathroom. (For someone without an innate omo/ABDL kink, she has some adorable bathroom urgency habits! 🤩🥵) I followed her into the bathroom, where she immediately pulled down her pants, sat on the toilet and peed forcefully as she looked me over with a smile on her face. Witnessing her relief, a wave of desperation hit me—both to relieve aching bladder, and my growing erection inspired by the scene before me. “Not for you!” she commanded as she stood up, wiped, and flushed. She washed her hands and led me to the bedroom. “I need my vibrator.” She mentioned as she retrieved the Hitachi wand from her bedside.

Leading me back into the TV room, she settled into one of the beanbag chairs, and invited me to join her. “Pull down your pants,” She instructed, as I started to lie down beside her, “just a little bit, so that I can see your diaper.”

We began to make out as I heard her vibrator begin to buzz. She placed it against the conspicuous bulge in my diaper. “I’m actually pretty uncomfortable. May I pee first?” I asked gently. "Oh, you need to pee?" She teased in mock sympathy, turning off the vibrator. As desperate as I was for the vibration, I needed my erection to wane so that I could pee. "How badly?" She continued to taunt, now dancing her fingers across the surface of my diaper. "Badly. Really badly. Please, can you stop so that I can go?" Finally, she removed her hand and resumed kissing me. As worked up as I was, I managed to soften just enough that I started trickling into my diaper. Part shyness, part erection, it wasn't much at first—and it was a very good thing; because the angle of my aroused penis was enough to the edge of my diaper that the padding would not save me from the inevitable: I was leaking. I stopped, but it was too late. I peed right past the padding—and I knew it immediately.

Subtly, I shifted and asked, "May I pee sitting up?" Suspicious, she helped me up, noticing the wet spot on my pants. "What did you do here?" She leaned in to smell my pant leg. "Yep. You peed your pants! Stand up—all the way." I followed her order. "Pants down. All the way to your ankles." Now genuinely humiliated, I obliged. She took my hand and looked me directly in the eyes. "It's okay, honey. You can finish in your diaper. Go on." With trepidation and considerable embarrassment, I let go and flooded my diaper. "Oh wow! You really had to go." She playfully poked at my swelling padding. "That's my good boy." I was stunned to hear my [formerly?] vanilla wife talking to me like a skilled ABDL caregiver.

"I'm... finished." I sheepishly reported. At this news, the buzz returned as she lifted her vibrator to the front of my saturated diaper. Her other hand held mine tightly as she cooed, "You're going to cum in your diaper for me—and then we're walking over to the bathroom, where you're going to wash your pajama pants in the sink. You made a big mess!" I gasped with pleasure, the confluence of her kinky words with the intoxicating vibrations pushed me closer to the edge. "And since you can't seem to keep your pants clean, I think you're not going to be wearing them for the rest of the night, okay? Just your shirt and your little diaper." I moaned in agreement. "You're going to change into a fresh diaper that you're going to wear until tomorrow morning, do you understand? No toilet before bed." It was too much; I rapidly approached climax as my knees buckled. "Big boys don't wet their pants, do they?" I could barely utter my agreement. "And since you're not a big boy, what are you going to wear instead of pants?" I had passed the point of no return. "Diaper... diapers..." I stammered as I lost all control, exploding the entire evening's pent-up tension into my wet diaper. I could barely stand. "That's a good boy." My wife encouraged me as she squeezed my hand, pressing the vibrator firmly into my convulsing bulge.

In a daze of relief and soft shame, I stood before my clever, gorgeous, accomplished wife in a ruined diaper. "Well, what did I tell you to do? Go on!" I had half hoped that her punishment was just talk to arouse me—but the way she looked at me told a different story. I removed my wet pants from around my ankles, leaving the room in shame as my wife stared down my diapered butt. Dutifully, I washed my defiled pants in the sink, cleaned up, and changed into a new diaper. (And there is nothing more humiliating than a post-orgasm diaper change!) Wearing nothing but my shirt and the fresh diaper, I returned to my wife, who herself was no longer wearing pants—or underwear. The vibrator was now buzzing between her legs as she beckoned me with her finger. "Now it's my turn—and you're going to use your mouth."

Summertime at the lake. (3/3)

Next month will mark five years since I consciously swapped my underwear out for diapers and we’re only moving forward. If I’ve learned anything in this time, it’s to just wear the damn diaper and live your life if that’s what your silly little heart desires 💛

Daddy put me in front of a big TV and left the room. It says that I’m not allowed to look away. The screen is flickering, the lights are flashing, the colors are almost blinding. Teddy bears are dancing, singing for me to keep on sucking my thumb. Commanding me not to stop humpping my wet diaper.

Was Daddy right? Why am I liking this video so much? It’s not the first video that he showed me, but it was the most powerful one. I’ve never seen such an amazing thing in my life.

I want to suck my thumb so much. My face turns red. I don’t know if it’s from embarrassment or lack of breath. I’m drooling on the bib, Daddy was smart enough to put one on me.

And the diaper. The diaper felt so good. Pressing on me, on my peepee, the onesie tucking it all. I never felt so sexual, so aroused.

Is this my sexual prime? Humping a diaper like a loser, climaxing any second to bears singing in my ears that babies like me do everything in their diapers?

Why does it feel so good? Why can’t I take my eyes off the screen?

I don’t want to. But I’m so close. I don’t want to. But I’m so close. I’m such a dumb baby. I’m such a dumb baby. I’m such a 

Inspired by a real scene this morning… enjoy! 😉

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You’re half asleep in your crib. It must be 5 or 6 am. Not that it matters, it’s too dark to be up anyway. You’re messy and probably soggy too, that usually goes together. It happened some time during the night but you don’t remember about it. Once again, it doesn’t matter.

If your chastity cage wasn’t preventing it, you would be very excited and hard in your padding, but that’s something from the past. Now you’re excited, but hard wouldn’t be a fitting word. Tight sounds more accurate.

And yet, it feels good. You fill up your Pamp a bit more and make it warm all over again. It feels so good, you are in pure bliss. You grab your plushie and gently place it under you before slow motions can be seen from under the covers. Up and down. Up and down. Slow, steady and crinkly.

A long time ago, before you met daddy and had never worn a cage, this would have been so frustrating. You would have whined, sighed and given up. You’ve done this a bit with daddy too, at the beginning. But now, it’s all different. It’s making you even more excited, because you know that what you are doing is forbidden, even half asleep you know that you are going against the rules and it is thrilling. This is what "thrilling" means to you now.

The squishiness of your padding, the crinkles, the comfort of your Dinosaur blanket and the softness of your favorite plushie make you hump faster and faster. The smell would repulse any man in their 20’s, but you are not a man anymore, so it makes you go harder, stronger. Daddy got you used to the smell and to the feel of being messy. Not only did he get you used to it, he made sure that your brain now associates it to "naughty pleasure". It wasn’t easy, it took time and a lot of patience, but it eventually happened.

This moment is the proof that it worked.

Your pacifier muffles your quiet moans and makes you drool on your pillow. You bite on it as you get closer to the finish line, one humping motion at a time.

And then it happens.

You shiver and moan a bit louder, still trying to be quiet, before a sticky wave fills the front of your padding. Thrust after thrust, your locked and throbbing member empties out.

You wait a few seconds, expecting to feel relief, but it does not feel so good. You had never made "stickies", as daddy asks you to call them, through the cage without Mr Buzzy Wand before.

Your frustration rises as you end up panting, drooly, soggy, sticky and messy without feeling much pleasure. You wonder if it was worth the hassle and realize that probably not. Listening to Daddy and Papa would have made more sense and would have avoided this sticky situation. Luckily, the mobile above your head soothes you and you fall back asleep within a couple of minutes, hoping that your sticky mess will disappear into your Pamps and never be discovered…

What you don’t know is that on the other side of the wall, Papa has seen it all, from the monitor in their bedroom. He enjoyed the show, to say the least, and is eagerly waiting for Daddy to wake up to tell him everything about it. Oh, how happy Daddy will be when he hears that his training worked and that you love your paddings so much that a chastity cage and a messy bum did not prevent you from climaxing.

Unfortunately for you, rules have been broken and this cannot go unpunished.