POK the Wah

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“Can I please have my underwear back, I don’t want to go to school in this.”

“I told you we’re throwing away all your underpants. Pull-ups are what you’ll be wearing from now on, unless you start having trouble keeping them dry. ”

“But why do I have to wear this!”

“For the same reason that we shaved the hair off your little boy bits. You’re my little bro and you need to look the part.”

“But what if someone sees me.”

“Pull your shorts completely off now, you obviously need to be changed again. I don’t want to hear any complaining I wasn’t the one that started having these issues I’m just the one that put you back in diapers where you belong,” Chase said with a stern voice.

“No, it’s not my fault I didn’t even feel it was happening” Luke Cried pleading to his roommate and Best friend.

“that’s why you’re back in diapers, because you’ve been wetting the bed and wetting yourself for the last two weeks like some little toddler,” Chase said pulling blue shorts down completely. “See how wet you are, go lay on your bed it’s time for your diaper change little boy.”

Luke slowly walked into his bedroom and lay down on his back at the edge of his bed. He knew he had no choice his accidents were unpredictable and Chase was the one that was taking care of him now in regards to his incontinence. It seemed like he was being treated more and more like his best friends little boy.

“I don’t want you to be fussy anymore about your diaper changes and from now on when we’re at home you’re not going to cover your diaper with shorts or anything. Also I think it’s time for you to throw out your underwear you’re obviously not going to be wearing them anymore” Chase said in a stern tone.

Luke looked at Chase in shock. “You can’t do that! I’m not some kind of baby! I’m not your little boy! I’m not your little boy,” he protested weakly, feeling his cheeks redden.

“Don’t make me spank your bottom, Luke,” Chase warned, his voice firm but not unkind. He pulled out a thick, white diaper from the plastic package on the bedside table. The crinkling sound filled the room as he unfolded it. “You’re acting like a baby, so I’m treating you like one until you start acting like an adult about this.”

“Please Chase, I’m not your child,” Luke whimpered, his voice trembling as he stared at the diaper in his friend’s hands. The plastic smell of it filled his nostrils, a scent that was all too familiar now.

Ignoring his protests, Chase began to wipe Luke clean with a baby wipe, the coldness making him flinch. “You’re wetting the bed like one, so this is what you get. Now, hold still,” he ordered, his voice softening slightly.

With trembling hands, Luke complied as Chase pulled the clean, dry diaper under him, aligning it with his legs. The feeling of the soft material against his bare skin sent a strange mix of embarrassment and comfort through him. He watched as Chase secured the diaper in place with strong, efficient movements, the tapes sticking with a finality that made his stomach churn.

“Now are you going to obey me or do you need a punishment?” Chase asked, raising an eyebrow as he tucked the front of the diaper into the crotch.

“I-I’ll be good,” Luke stuttered, feeling the cushion between his legs and the humiliation wash over him.

“Good boy,” Chase said, patting the diaper. “Now, remember, no hiding it from me anymore. If you have an accident, tell me right away, okay?”

Luke nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. The reality of his situation was setting in, and he knew that he had to accept it. He was now living in a world where his best friend saw him as someone who needed to be treated like a child.

Chase smiled at Luke, seeing his submission and acceptance. It was like Luke was his child now, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in caring for him in such an intimate way. He knew it was for the best, but couldn’t help the thrill of power it gave him.

“You know I’m always here for you Luke,” Chase said gently, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and dominance. “But you need to understand that this is for your own good. I’ll take care of you, just like a daddy would.”

The word “daddy” echoed in Luke’s mind, sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to rely on Chase’s care, how much he needed the structure and discipline that came with it. Despite the humiliation, there was something comforting about being taken care of in such a way.

“Yes… Daddy,” Luke murmured, the words slipping out almost unconsciously. He felt a strange mix of fear and comfort at the new dynamic that had developed between them. Thing were going to be quite different for the former womanizer now that he was under his best friends care.

“That also means no more women since I don’t think you want them to see you in your diapers,” Chase added, watching as Luke’s eyes widened in horror.

“What? No, I can’t give that up,” Luke protested, his voice rising in panic.

“Do you think a woman is going to want a man who helplessly wets the bed?” Chase questioned, his tone firm. He knew that the mention of Luke’s love life was a sensitive topic, but it was one that needed to be addressed. “You’re going to have to focus on getting better before you can think about that, and I’ll be the one helping you with that.”

Chase began to run the front of Luke’s diaper through his hands, feeling the softness and thickness of the material that now contained Luke’s manhood. “I’ll be the one to decide when you’re ready for that again,” he said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “Unless you want Daddy to take care of you instead?”

Luke’s face flushed even deeper as he processed the implication. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” he stuttered, trying to ignore the sudden heat between his legs.

Chase rubbed Luke’s diapered crotch gently, watching his friend’s reaction closely. “You know, I could help you with that, too,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “If you’re a good boy and follow all the rules, maybe Daddy can give you the attention you crave. You needed to end your womanizing ways anyway, don’t you think?”

“No stop…this isn’t right,” Luke managed to say, his voice shaky, but his protests were feeble as he felt Chase’s hand move in a way that was definitely not for changing purposes. The warmth of his friend’s touch against his sensitive skin was confusing him, making his thoughts swirl.

“Your becoming an adult baby, I mean it’s quite obvious with your bedwetting and now day wetting. How long will it be before you poop in your diaper too?” Chase smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he poked Luke’s diapered stomach playfully.

Luke gasped, his eyes wide with shock and arousal. He hadn’t even considered that possibility, and the thought of being so completely dependent on Chase was both terrifying and oddly exciting. “I-I won’t, I promise,” he stammered, trying to push the thought away.

“But why shouldn’t you? A baby needs diapers and your already wearing one. Doesn’t it make sense just to poop in it too?” Chase said with a wink, his hand still lingering on Luke’s crotch.

“I-I don’t know,” Luke whispered, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. He had never considered the possibility of losing complete control over his bowel movements, but the idea of being fully dependent on Chase was strangely tempting.

“You have to poop right now don’t you, baby boy?” Chase said with a knowing smirk, watching the panic flit across Luke’s face. “It’s okay, Daddy’s here to help.”

Before Luke could respond, he felt a warm, firm pressure on his stomach as Chase began to rub in gentle circles. “Just relax and let it out,” he coaxed. “You know it’s what babies do in their diapers.”

The room grew quiet, except for the sound of their breathing, and Luke’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t believe he was considering this, but the thought of pooping in the diaper was becoming less repulsive and more… natural. He took a deep breath and felt his body begin to obey Chase’s instructions. His cheeks grew warm with the effort, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it would be over quickly.

Luke grunted as he pushed, feeling his muscles tense and release, and before he knew it, his body had complied with the humiliating demand. A warm, thick sensation filled the back of the diaper, and he couldn’t help but whimper at the sheer mortification. His face was a deep shade of crimson as he looked up at Chase, who was watching him with a mix of amusement and authority.

“Good boy,” Chase praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now you’re truly my little baby. No more girls or sex like a big boy, only diapers and Daddy’s care.”

The words sent a jolt through Luke, the reality of his new life sinking in. His body felt heavy with the weight of the soiled diaper and his cheeks burned with shame. Yet, there was a part of him that felt a strange comfort in the degradation, a part that had always craved this kind of dominance and care.

Chase masturbated Luke through the diaper, the thick material providing a barrier that somehow made the act feel even more depraved. Luke’s body responded against his will, his hips bucking slightly at the unfamiliar sensation of being treated so intimately by another man. The diaper grew even warmer as he came, the feeling of his release trapped against his skin. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the thought of it made him feel even more pathetic.

“You only get to cum when you have a poopy diaper and only when I say you can, understand baby Luke?” Chase said with a firm nod, his hand still wrapped around Luke’s diapered crotch.

Luke’s eyes watered with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure as he nodded. “Yes… Daddy,” he murmured, the title slipping out almost instinctively now.

Chase leaned in, his breath hot on Luke’s face. “Good boy,” he whispered, giving the diapered bulge a firm squeeze. “You’re learning so fast.”

I do believe I need my pampers since I pee so much..

What do you think? Not a bad idea right???

Baby : “Daddy, can I go to the bathroom?

Daddy : 🤨...What for?

Baby : To go potty like big boys, it’s been sooooo long. Just once, pleaaaase!

Daddy : You know what? Why not after all? Let’s go to the bathroom!

Baby : 😮

…

Daddy : *pulls down pajamas pants and briefs* There, now you can pretend you’re going like a big boy.

Baby : Hmmm… that’s not what I meant daddy…

Daddy : You asked to go to the bathroom, you’re in the bathroom.

Baby : B-but…

A few weeks ago, James had begun to wet the bed. He wasn’t sure why, but what he dismissed as a one-off soon proved to be a much bigger inconvenience. At first, he’d wake up to the feeling of peeing, and he’d quickly clench to stop the flow, limiting the accident to just a wet spot in his boxer briefs. But as the days went on, he’d wake up later and later each time, until he eventually would sleep through the whole thing, only finding out he had peed himself in his sleep when he woke up in the morning to soaked boxer briefs, shirt and bedsheets.

He tried to keep it a secret, but it didn’t take long for his roommate, Aidan, to find out. He was surprisingly supportive, even offering to strip the bed and put the sheets in the washer while James showered his bedtime accident off. Soon enough, the two men’s morning routine included James shamefully walking to the bathroom to shower while Aidan cleaned up the bedwetting accidents.

When Aidan proposed a plastic bedsheet to keep the mattress from getting even more stained, James had no argument. The crinkles of the mattress protector joined him that very night thanks to Aidan’s insistence that James bought it immediately.

James thought that he couldn’t be more humiliated. He had to sleep with a mattress cover and parade himself every morning in front of his roommate, soaked in his own pee. James thought wrong. That night, when going to bed, Aidan was waiting for him. On the bed were several large packs of diapers.

“Dude, we can’t keep going like this. I don’t mind that you’re a bedwetter, nor helping you out in the mornings, but we can’t keep doing so much laundry each day,” Aidan had said, placing a hand on one of the diaper packages.

“I don’t need those, I’m not a bedwett-” James began to protest, but was cut off by his roommate.

“But you do and you are. You’ve been wetting the bed every night for how long now? A week? Two? How long had you been peeing yourself before I even found out? I need a break from washing your pee-soaked sheets every morning, and you need diapers.”

“I’m not going to wear them, and you can’t make me, either,” James said with as much determination as he could muster.

“Oh, but I can. You’ll lay on the bed and let me diaper you willingly, and you’ll keep the diaper on all night, unless you want your friends to find out you’re a bedwetter. I’ve got picture proof of it, too,” Aidan threatened as he pulled out his phone, where James could se a picture of himself, laying asleep on a large wet spot centered around his soaked boxer briefs.

James had no choice. Reluctantly, he lay on the bed and allowed Aidan to take charge of the process. Getting undressed by him was embarrassing, but getting diapered up was extremely humiliating, especially when Aidan pulled out a bottle of baby powder and applied it generously over James’ crotch. Any protests about that were dismissed by Aidan’s warning that he was in no mood to deal with any more bullshit, or there’d be punishments to endure.

All that went through James’ mind as he lay on the bed in the middle of the night, still idly squeezing his crotch. Fuck, where wet diapers supposed to feel this good? His dick was at full mast now, and he felt the need to just rub one off. Unwilling to stick his hand in his used diaper, James turned over to lay on his stomach in an attempt to prevent himself from further touching. He’d masturbate in the morning wile showering.

But his hips had other plans, and James found himself almost involuntarily grinding against he bed, moved by the pleasurable sensations. James cursed under his breath as his arousal grew. The crinkles of mattress cover and diaper intensified as James let his body take over and grinding became humping. Desperate to cum, he pointed his dick up and thrust harder against his soggy diaper, doing his best to quiet his sounds of sexual desperation. Only minutes later, James was moaning against his pillow as his dick shot rope after rope of cum into his soggy diaper in one of the most intense orgasms he ever had.

Exhausted, James soon drifted to sleep once again, still laying on his belly and with his but still slightly raised.

In the morning, he woke up to someone shaking him gently by the shoulder and calling up his name.

“You really are something else, dude. Even with a diaper, you managed to leak this bad,” Aidan said as James recovered his consciousness.

Then he felt it. The front of his shirt was soaked, as was the front of the diaper. He had wet in his sleep a second time, but with his dick still pointing up after his humping session, most of it had just leaked out onto the bed. He mumbled in an attempt to apologize, but Aidan cut him off.

“Don’t sweat it, I’ll just make sure to add extra layers for bedtime.”

They began their morning routine. James went for his underwear drawer, but inside he only found diapers. A pile of torn fabric on the floor nearby caught his eyes.

“Aidan? What’s that? And where are my boxers?” he demanded, diaper still sagging from his hips.

“What’s What? Oh, that. Those were your boxers,” Aidan answered nonchalantly.

“What?!”

“I told you I didn’t want to deal with your bullshit anymore, so when I saw this,” he pointed at the wet bedsheets he was stripping from the bed, “I decided to just cut them all up. If you’re going to be a massive bedwetter, I might as well let you be a massive pottypants. You’ll be wearing diapers as your underwear from now on, at least until you prove you can actually stay dry.”

James was speechless. This couldn’t be. He didn’t even have accidents during the day.

“I see you’re worried, but relax, you won’t run out of diapers. Your roommie has your back. The first purchase had a massive discount because of how many they were, so your card was still good to buy some more cases this morning. I even subscribed you to a diaper delivery service! You can be certain that I’ll keep you diapered until you can stay dry, even if it takes you months. Now go take a shower, and I’ll change you into a fresh diaper before breakfast.”

Stunned, James waddled towards the bathroom. Little droplets of pee fell down from his diaper. Was this really his new daily underwear for the foreseeable future? He didn’t even know why he was wetting the bed, how was he supposed to stop himself from doing it? What if he couldn’t stop wetting the bed? Or worse, what if he got so used to wearing diapers all the time, than when he somehow managed to stop his bedwetting accidents, he wouldn’t be able to keep his pants dry anyway?

Being forced to stand in the hall because I picked on the geek in my class for pissing his pants.

Now I have to stand in the hall wearing a diaper like the one the school nurse changed the geek into. However, being the cool kid in the school as well as being a Jock has all the girls talking to me and asking if they can change me.

Diaper check 💦💩