socialsecurity

"come here, baby. let me see." you shy at first, embarrassed. but i was patient. consistent. every single day, asking to see. making it routine. normal.

"show me." until it became automatic. until you stopped thinking about it. now i just have to say the words and you're already moving. already reaching down. already pulling your panties to the side without question. no hesitation anymore. no embarrassment. just obedience.

just that empty-headed compliance i've trained into you. watching your brain shut off the moment i give the command. all thoughts disappearing. just spreading your legs and showing me like the good girl you've become. and you love it now. love how simple it is. love not having to think. love just obeying.

getting wet just from hearing "inspection time, angel." your body responding before your brain even processes it. conditioned so perfectly. trained so well.

i'll be across the room and just say "come here, sweetheart. show me." and you're already walking over. already hiking up your skirt or pulling down your pants. already pulling your panties aside and spreading yourself open for me to inspect.

no questions. no thoughts. just automatic obedience. exactly how i trained you. and i love checking my work. love seeing how wet you are just from following commands. love the glazed look in your eyes. love how dumb and pliant you've become.

my perfect, brainless little slut. inspecting you whenever i want. sometimes multiple times a day. sometimes in public when we're out, pulling you into a bathroom. "show me." you obeying instantly. sometimes first thing in the morning. "let me see how wet you got overnight, baby."

"Y-yeah, she just got going." You blush and stutter. She's told you dozens of times not to be worried about using her place to hook up with girls you still can't help but be embarrassed.

"How was it?" She gently pushes into the room while you process her question. She's answered a couple of your sex questions and shared a few dirty jokes and stories, but she's never asked anything like this.

"It was fine." You shrug. "I had a good time."

"Really?" Your aunts voice is genuinely concerned. "It kinda sounded like she was getting more out of it than you."

You blush bright again. You're not sure if this is something you should be talking about with a family member, but you really don't have anyone else to talk to about this and there is something you want to get off your chest. "It... um, it could have been better, I think."

"How so?" Your aunt lays an arm over your shoulders and gently pulls you into her. A part of you wonders if she should be doing this, another part is glad for the touch.

"It sorta felt like... like she was just going through a checklist, whenever she touched me, like she just did enough to say that she did everything right, not because she actually wanted to."

"Is that why you faked it?"

You turn your head in embarrassment, burying it in the side of her breast. "Y-yeah." Your voice is muffled against her.

"Oh, poor girl." Your aunt begins stroking your hair as you nestle into her. "You don't deserve that, I promise there are so many girls who will want you, who will show you that so much better than her." Her hand slides off of your hair and down your back, easing you into her.

"R-really, you're sure?"

"Absolutely, you're a lovely girl." A shiver emanates from your hips as her hand passes over them.

"W-what are you doing auntie?" You haven't called her auntie for years, but something about the way she's cradling your body pulls it out of you.

You can find other chapters by searched #TheLifeABDL on our blog.

————————————————————

Peter and Mark look at each other smiling, delighted by Jake’s answer. Finally they had found the missing link to their family. So much planning and spendings without any positive outcome until this very moment.

Their efforts paid off.

Not without any emotion, Peter looks at Mark unfold the first of many many thick paddings Jake will be wearing from now on. “Lift up your bum please buddy.”

Jake follows the instruction and tries to relax as a Pamp is being placed under his bottom. For the very first time, someone was putting him in a diapee. His absolute dream! He had never heard of ABDL less than two years ago and is now being babied by not only one but two daddies. How quickly things change… he thinks to himself.

Needless to say that this whole situation got him extremely excited and what his daddies now call “his little willy”, “peepee” or “naughty bits” was definitely not hiding his excitement.

“Now JayJay, we will have to do something about this”, Mark says pointing at Jake’s hard-on. He then opens a drawer and grabs a brand new flashy yellow chastity cage. “As stated on your new rules, your peepee will be locked at all times in this little thing. I hope you like yellow because you will be seeing this every single day.” Mark chuckles.

“Do not worry though, Daddy and I will probably have to buy smaller-sized ones after some time and we promise to change the color for a bit of diversity!”

Peter gently grabs Jake’s very excited member and slowly motions it up and down.

“For this time only, we will do it like big boys do. Just so we can get this tiny bit of big boyness left in your body out and get this cage on.”

Peter continues his motion slowly and gently, seeing that Jake could burst at any moment, clearly overstimulated by everything happening to him.

As he sees a first sign of Jake about to finish and feels tension in his hand, he stops stroking.

Jake climaxes and expects his Daddy to keep going but his orgasm ends up ruined in a few seconds. He is beyond frustrated after so much anticipation since entering this house and is left panting and with a sticky puddle on his tummy. “Wh…why daddy ? Why did you stop ?”, he says flustered.

“Oh I’m sorry kiddo, I knew you would not like it the big boy way. That’s simply proves it’s not for you. I promise you will enjoy your next stickies better.” Peter replies while Mark struggles to contain his laugh. He did not know Peter could be so imaginative in his daddy role. That was bit mean from Peter but all for the best.

With this, Peter grabs a few wipes and cleans Jake’s sticky tummy. Mark then immediately places the cage over Jake’s now soft member and locks it in place.

Peter snaps a few pictures of the whole diapering process. “This will go into the book of baby’s firsts with Papa and Daddy!”

Once locked, the diapering becomes much easier. Despite a bit of hesitation from Mark and Peter since this is also their first time, Jake is quickly powdered and diapered into a thick Peekabu.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Shouts Peter. “Our little JayJay lost a guessing game earlier when we arrived and should be double-diapered tonight!”

Mark laughs and looks at Peter grabbing a second Peekabu diaper. “Whatever you want honey! We won’t be running out anytime soon. Can you finish preparing him while I go set-up the living room ?”.

Peter nods and gets to work while Mark goes downstairs to finally take out the playpen and highchair which have been stored in the attic for months.

Jake lays on his changing table in his fresh double-padding and tries to get accustomed to his new plastic companion inside his Pamps. He still is frustrated from his ruined orgasm but is already getting excited again in his cage. This time, daddy and papa won’t be able to see it at least…

Peter picks out a matching set of onesie and footies with jungle prints and lovingly puts them on Jake.

“How are you feeling babyboy ?” He asks while snapping the onesie’s crotch snaps and zipping up the soft footed pajamas . “Are you happy ?”

Jake nods “Yes daddy but can I ask something ?”

Peter finishes dressing up his kiddo and looks at him in the eyes. “Of course little one, you can always ask anything to Daddy and Papa. What is it ?”

“I just wonder… why should my uhm… peepee be locked up? It’s not comfortable.”

“Aww, I know sweetie, it’s hard. You will get used to it I promise. Daddy and Papa just need to make sure you are being a good boy.

Do you remember when you told me during our online chats that whenever you made stickies you did not feel like a babyboy anymore and did not want to wear a diapee ? That can’t happen now, can it ? You need to be a good boy for Daddy and Papa all the time now. No breaks from filling your pants!

Also, this is simply the logical way of things. Babies do not get happy in their Pamps and that will be the same for you. Papa and I know that you will still have urges, so we will make sure to remove this icky tiny bit of big boyness in you from time to time, but that will be with your cage on and into your diapees, without exception.

Big boy fun is for Papa and Daddy only.

However, when Papa and Daddy are having their fun in their room, they will sometimes keep some special milkies just for you to have in your baba so that one day, in a long long time, you may be able to potentially think about being a big boy again. But that’s not for now buddy.”

Jake did not expect this answer at all and is left speechless and nervous. “B..but daddy, what do you mean by special milkies ?”

“Well…while when you have naughty fun your peepee makes stickies, Papa and Daddy’s make milkies. You will never have to do anything with daddy and papa but we will keep the milkies for you Buddy. This is important and will help you be a good boy.”

“But how will you keep the… milkies ?” Jake asks.

Peter goes into the master bedroom and comes back showing Jake an package of condoms. “How are these called JayJay?”

“Uh…condoms, Daddy.”

Peter gives Jake a stern look. “That’s not an appropriate word for you sweetie, how about… big boy balloons? Yes, that’s how we’ll call these from now on. So… Papa and Daddy will make milkies in those big boy balloons just for you, that’s how it will work.”

Jake blushes and makes a weird face, lost between the fear of this new step but also with a throbbing chastity cage. It is a lot of new steps in his life but also what he knows he needs and crave.

“Don’t worry little one, we will do it step by step, I promise. All Papa and I want is your happiness. Just be a good boy and everything will be alright.”

Mark calls from downstairs : “what are you guys doing ? Everything is ready!”

“Oh! Let’s not make Papa wait any longer” Peter murmurs to Jake while putting his pacifier back in his mouth. “We’re coming honey!”

Peter looks at the time and picks up Jake in his arms “6pm already ! Let’s show you everything downstairs and get some dindins in your belly shall we ? But to start the daddy train and head downstairs, a paci kiss is requested for payment!"

Jake giggles and gives a kiss on his daddy’s left cheek.

“Choo choo, welcome aboard our Daddy Train Mr. BabyJay, our next stop is : Downstairs !” Peter says playfully as he sees his boy slowly breaking his big boy shell to let his true self come out.

“Yaaaay!” shouts Jake.

The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.

You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.

That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.

Mommy had been watching.

Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.

You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didn’t do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what you’d been doing, made your face burn.

Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys don’t get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."

Your breath hitched. You should’ve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.

Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "That’s it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.

Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someone’s very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didn’t let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.

You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.

Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.

And then, just like that, you were there.

Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier you’d barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasn’t done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didn’t stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realized…

You were going number two, too.

The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.

"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didn’t move to clean you up. Didn’t even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.

You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.

Mommy’s smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But you’re my messy boy."

She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.

"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, don’t they?"

You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.

Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."

Since I'm in pain and want to info dump about it. (I'm not an expert, this is just things I've learned from living with it and I'm too tired to go find sources. I encourage you to go look these things up if you're interested, and let me know if I got anything wrong)

Endometriosis affects 1 in 10 women. It is VERY common.

It's more than just "bad periods". It's a chronic inflammatory condition that affects your entire body and not just during one week of the month.

Endometriosis lesions have been found growing in many places on the human body. On the pelvic organs generally, but even on the spine, lungs, and even the brain.

Some doctors think it should be classified as a form of cancer, since it is a progressive disease with clear growth stages and behaves similarly to cancer cells.

A legitimate treatment suggested by some very ignorant doctors even today, is: "try having a baby and see if that helps." If that wasn't absurd enough on its own, one of the hallmark symptoms of endometriosis is infertility. 🫩

A similar condition called adenomyosis (endometrial-like tissue growing into the walls of the uterus) can be mistaken for endo and they often occur together with similar symptoms.

There is no cure. Last resort treatment is hysterectomy to remove your uterus, cervix, and/or ovaries in addition to removing all of the endometriosis lesions. And even this doesn't ensure that it won't grow back.

Symptoms vary widely from person to person. Someone could have deep infiltrating stage 4 endometriosis and feel less pain than someone with superficial stage 1 or 2 lesions. Someone with stage 2 endo could have debilitating chronic pain, or maybe just painful periods. Some people don't even know they have it until they have difficulty getting pregnant.

Despite being (controversially) classified as a women's gynecological disorder, there have been a handful of cases of cisgender men with endometriosis, and endometriosis has even been found in fetuses.

It takes an average of 9+ years for people to receive an endometriosis diagnosis due to so many factors - doctor's ignorance of the disorder, misdiagnosis, lack of funding of women's health issues, dismissal of women's pain, no real standard treatment path, etc.