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Chris provided his mock cheers while watching his former bully Mark dangle from the playground equipment outside of the school where both graduated five years earlier.

Chris had plotted his revenge for years, all to get back at the bully who’d destroyed his school years. It was bad enough being a geeky 110-pounder. That alone had made him a target for Mark and his ilk. But one day Mark pantsed Chris and showed the whole school Chris’ diapers he’d had to start wearing due to anxiety and wetting issue. “Nice Pampers!” some nearby girls had said as everyone burs out laughing. By the time Chris pulled up his pants he had, indeed pissed them.

So he started plotting. Went to college, got an engineering degree, was making something of his life. But always he remembered his tormentor. Then he found a girl online and started talking to her and she got into his revenge plans and even wanted to help. She took it upon herself to play the key role, hooking up with Mark, bringing him home, sleeping with him, saving some cum in the rubber, then going back to him few days later with a simple blackmail statement: Do what your former classmate Chris says or she’s going to the police and claiming rape. Goodbye good life and good job, hello scandal and probably prison.

Chris promised the shell-shocked Mark–who barely remembered the dweeb until reminded of his misdeeds–the punishment would last just a few hours. “Not bad considering the six years of hell I endured.”

Mr. Jock would get to experience some ol’ fashion diaper discipline. The type Chris’ mom had done with him to try to snap him out of his nerdery. Hadn’t worked and he remembered every humiliating diaper change and wet diaper and wet diaper at night and he of course remembered most of all the public humiliation of being pantsed.

So he gave Mark some of that medicine. Stripped him and powdered him and played with the jock’s cock and taped him into his nice, thick didees. Babified him a bit. Gave him a bit of a spanking. Made him pee in them. Made him poop in them. Mark was devastated, destroyed, but told himself he could endure as long as it meant the blackmail ended.

Then they went in public. And what better place than their old stomping grounds! They walked around the high school and then finally to the playground. It was summer so school was out though a lot of lessons in humility were about to be learned. Wordlessly, Chris reached over and pantsed Mark, the same way he had been years earlier. Instinctively Mark tried pulling them up but Chris stopped him and warned him about the blackmail. “One more thing, so I don’t hear you whine.” With that he pulled out a paci and shoved it in the fag’s mouth.

“Now go play Pampers boy.”

Crying, Mark climbed the equipment, looking around for cars or walkers, all while Chris filmed him and directed him. “Go higher! Come down. Flip over!” Picture after picture, videos, everything.

Finally he let his subject down and allowed him to pull up his pants.

“You did it. See? You didn’t think you could but you did it. You’ve paid your penance.” With that he pulled the paci out, pulled his pants up and told Mark that there would be no more blackmail. He was free.

The Change

“There’s no need to be upset, big guy. Accidents happen, that’s why you’re wearing diapers in the first place. I told you about this when you agreed to move in.” He said consoling the distressed boy, rubbing his back slowly in a circular motion. “Now let’s get you undressed and your diaper changed and you can go back to your PlayStation. How does that sound, eh?”

“Ok, Mark.” The youngster said as is overall were being unbuttoned.

“You want to try that again, big guy?” Mark asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Daddy.” Sam said looking at the carpet.

“That’s better. Good boy.” He said gently pressing the boy on his shoulder, gesturing the boy to lie on the changing table.

Sam sometimes felt that he was having an out of body experience. What the hell was he doing? He’d seen the house before he moved in. He was shown the room he would be sleeping in. The crib, the plushies, the diapers.

“I know it sounds counterintuitive,” Mark explained “but boys are easier to look after if they’re kept in diapers. You don’t need to worry about anything. I promise I’ll take great care of you if you would like to stay here.” Mark smiled.

Sam thought the smile was genuine and there was no malice in anything Mark did: bathing him, dressing him, his favourite thing of late was after PJs on and cuddling up on the sofa watching a show or two before being tucked in, rails up, nightlight on. He just wished he thought through the fact that “diaper day and night” meant just that.

Diaper pried open exposing the boy’s hairless genitals to the cool air.

“My lord, someone’s made a blow out.” Sam turned crimson. There was no need to having a running commentary on the state of his diapers Sam thought.

Mark dutifully cleaned the boy throughly. He saw that Sam was staring at a fix point on the ceiling. Mark smiled to himself. They always do that.

“There we go, a nice clean thick diaper.” Mark announced.

He gently took the boy by his hands and tugged him as the boy sat up, the sound of crinkling plastic filled the air. Mark took one look at the boy, smiled and ran a finger down the length of his boy’s nose.

“You’re cute when you pout.” He said ruffling the boy’s hair “C’mon let’s get you back downstairs. He gestured to the boy to wrap his legs around his waist.

It was clear to Sam that he was going to be carried downstairs, he considered asking about whether his overalls were going back on but thought he would just be wasting his breath. Just a diapers and T-shirts was Sam’s default outfit it seemed.

Securely wrapped around the man, Mark took one hand patted Sam’s padded butt making a dull thud sound. He kissed the boy’s cheek and told him he was a good boy again.

Sam buried his head into the man neck. Sam liked the way Mark smelt, it was the reason he enjoyed cuddle time. “He smells so fucking… manly.” Sam thought. His pointed down dick throbbing against the thick padding. Yes, clean and manly. Musky, Sam thought although he was quite sure what a musky smell was. It was a stark contrast to himself which was now mainly smelt like baby shampoo and powder.

Downstairs in front of a paused game Sam unwrapped himself and was lowered gently. Mark wasn’t going to unhook the boy’s underarms until he was going to be firmly on his feet.

Sam returned to the floor sat cross legged and picked up the controller. A pacifier, a bottle of juice and Monty the Tiger by his side.

Mark sat on the corner sofa behind Sam, he idly picked up his phone and checked the time. It was getting late in the day and dinner doesn’t make itself.

He watched Sam play for a bit and eventually stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He took one last look at his boy, hacking and slashing away.

It as only day three, still very much in the honeymoon period. He hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about wanting to wear his regular underwear, they always do, arguing that there a man and not a baby they always do that but that’s quickly resolved by a trip over his knee resulting in a dark red burning bottom and a boy crying, pleading to behave. Mark didn’t like doing but it’s important for his boy to know his place.

“I’m going to make dinner now, big guy. How does burgers sound?”

“Yeah daddy, that’s sounds fine.” He said not taking his attention away from the screen.

Mark beamed as he walked out. The first time Sam said that without prompting.

It was early days but Mark was sure this time he’d found a keeper.

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Older bro doesn’t like it when I take pictures of him wearing diapers like a baby 🤣 but dad says that as long as he keeps wetting the bed he doesn’t have a choice. Now I have to change him and he doesn’t like it, I guess I’m the big bro now