Starsdiaperboy

- Every little loves when you acknowledge and talk to their stuffies. Use that to your advantage, make a conscious effort to ask their stuffies for consent whenever you touch them "Hey Mr. Bear, can I move you to the other side of the couch" "Professor Hoot, I am going to give you hug". This will teach your little one that they are lower than an object. You ask consent to move stuffed animals but you just grope and play with them however you like.

- Whenever your little wears adult clothes, make sure you can't keep your hands off them. Tell them "I can't believe how much you've grown" or "I'm going to teach you how adults will treat someone dressed like this" it may be hot to them at first but eventually they will probably resign to wearing little clothes whenever they don't want to be bothered. This is how they belong.

- Buy your little a free use stuffie. Get them a bear that whenever they are holding it you are allowed to grope them and play with their bodies. Hand them the bear and immediately get handsy to reinforce this idea. Not only is it a great way to communicate consent without having expectations that a negotiation can provide, making it more "free use". But it also means that they will be their horniest when they are carrying around a bear like a child, or tease them when their eyes light up in excitement when you hand it to them. "Awww kiddo, you love your special stuffed animal don't you? How cute"

“Why aren’t you asleep already?” Daddy asked as he stood above your crib’s railings.

He sort of caught you by surprise. You weren’t paying much attention. Your attention was focused on the mobile above you, shaped like the solar system. Your thoughts wandered about other planets.

“I don’t know, Daddy. Just thinking,” you answered.

You felt so at peace in your crib. The bars were high, and the solar system mobile even higher. You could escape if you wanted to, but why would you?

“Take Barney the bunny.” Daddy took your stuffed bunny from your feet and into your chest.

“Barney will come to space with me,” you said.

“Of course he is. But you need to go to sleep because my friends are coming over and I don’t want to take care of a baby while they are here,” he said as he was searching for your pacifier under the pillow.

“Here,” he forced it into your mouth, “calm down and go to sleep. If I see you awake next time, I’ll tire you up another way”.

Daddy left the room. The nightlight shone on the solar system. It was spinning.

You held Barney, sucked on your paci, and looked up. You were so relaxed, you wet yourself almost without realizing. It was so great spending time in your crib. Who would ever have thought?

“Are you still up?!” Daddy's voice startled you, “20 minutes had passed, and you are still awake, and my friends are just about to arrive”.

Daddy went for the first drawer under the changing table. He took out the vibrating wand.

You spat your pacifier, “Please Daddy, I don’t want to cum, not again”, you pleaded.

“You don't give me any chance, because I gave you one,” he said as he walked back.

“You made me cum this morning and this afternoon. Please, Daddy, it’s wrecking me cumming so much in a day,” you begged.

“That’s the point boy, you’ll be tired at no time and fall asleep like a log. I can’t have you crying during the game,” he said and switched on the wand.

Daddy grabbed the pacifier and forced it again to your mouth. You knew not to spit it out, because one of the rules of the house is to always have your paci while cumming.

“No no,” you whined through the pacifier.

Daddy put the wand to its maximum vibration and pressed it onto the front of your damp diaper. You wiggled in your place, knowing not to move, because resetting too much to Daddy could cost you a spanking, and you were afraid he might do it in front of his friends.

Your peepee grew hard.

You wiggled and jiggled in your crib. Sucking a paci, holding Barney, as another man was making you cum in your wet diaper.

Your pee grew harder.

Not by penetrating or being penetrated. Not by sex. Without sexual desire or romantic one. Against your will and choice.

Your pee grew harder and was on the edge.

Making you cum, so you, the baby, will go to sleep, and the men can watch the game quietly. They don’t want to deal with you tonight, and they don’t want to deal with the baby tonight. It’s the men’s time.

“Daddy noooooo” you became so beat, the paci fell from your mouth.

You climaxed in your diaper. Shots of thin watery substance just disappeared in your diaper. Absorbed like it was nothing, the nothing that your seed really was.

“Shhh shhh shhh, my baby boy. That’s it, let it all out,” he said and gave you the pacifier yet again, but this time you took it back peacefully. Then he turned off the wand.

“Now when there's no more strength in you for tonight, now you can finally fall asleep. See you tomorrow baby,” Daddy said and left the room, leaving a crack in the door.

Isn’t it just nice? Just doing what you are told? Being that docile, that submissive? Not a care in the world, just being taken care of. 

You are told to go to bed, and you already know the drill. You stop doing whatever you were doing and go to the bedroom, about to get changed into your fresh night diaper.

As you walk, you sense the diaper you are wearing is much damper than you remembered. Did you wet it again? Did you even notice anymore? It doesn’t matter, you are going to get thickly padded to bed anyway.

You try to remember the last time you went to bed without a diaper, and just couldn’t. Your bedtime routine became so dominant in your life.

Being told to go to bed. Lying in bed in a wet diaper. Getting changed by firm hands. Handled around like you weigh nothing.

Dry, powdered padding, pressing on your most private parts. A pacifier popped into your mouth. The nightlight turns on, the lights are off, and the door is shut. Then, in no time, you are asleep.

Sometimes, when it’s not too late, and Daddy is still up and has a long day, he will come in, flip you onto your stomach, tape your diaper off, and do what he likes. Daddy is destressing before bed, which helps him sleep better.  When he is done, he will tape the diaper back on and make sure you have your pacifier so you can fall back to sleep soon enough.

It’s a good thing you have your diaper on. Not only will you wet in your sleep, but in the morning, the back of your diaper and butt will feel sticky.

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You found yourself in that dark room, again, for the third night in a row. It’s been the third day since you got to the man’s house. The man who told you about his need for total control, primal control. The man who got you so interested, you decided to meet him at his house.

Toys? Diapers? PJs? A nursery? A crib?

He wanted to be a daddy, a dad, a father, a strict father. He wanted to discipline a grown man into submission. Discipline so intense, you’ll wet yourself from the fear of not obeying. You’ll need a pacifier to calm yourself down. In front of him, you’ll be broken. 

You agreed to get into the crib, and now it’s your third night. If time with your new father was intense, your crib time was the subdued time. After being punished, spanked, scolded, and broken down, crib time was when everything went quiet, the lights were shut off, and only the small screen came on.

You ignored the screen on the first night. But it got your attention on the second night. On the third night, the screen became your escapement, your tranquility.

The colors were soft, and the voices were soothing. The teddy bears and animals were nice to you. Encouraging you to be a happy baby. When father was degrading, the screen was building.  When your father was hurting your bum cheeks, the voices told you how nice the diaper felt. When your father used your mouth, the dancing bears sang how relaxing your pacifier was.

There was that silly video, “The Wet Boy” song. On the first night, you barely heard it. On the second night, you tried to hold it. On the third, you couldn’t make it, and wet yourself in the middle of the song.

When the sleepy lullaby began, weird shapes appeared on the screen. You curled into a nice position, sucking your pacifier, drifting to sleep.

Father knew that tomorrow, there would not be much to break anymore. Another man will be reduced to a baby by the special program he invented. 

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It took the boy a lot of training, but daddy had finally got him there.

When daddy first spanked him, he struggled and tried to resist, but now he’s going over daddy’s knees when called.

When daddy first diapered him, he cried saying he was a man, but now he’s laying down when he’s told to.

When daddy first forced him to suck on a pacifier, he spat it out, but now he finds the pacifier comforting.

When daddy first fed him his bottle, he hated the taste of the formula, but now when he sees his bib, he knows it’s feeding time for him.

The real challenge for daddy was to make his boy so submissive, that the boy will behave when other men will come to visit.

After many spankings and times out, after many early bedtimes, and after many hours in full soggy and messy diapers, the boy now knows it’s better for him just to accept he is a little boy compared to daddy and his friends.

Today, he knows his place.

Today, he is a baby around men.

Today, he sits on the floor.

He also needed to be left properly restrained in his mitts and extra thick diaper in the corner trying to hold in his enema while daddy had his way with the real men on the bed leaving the boy tied up and forced to watch, paci gag in mouth and all.  His tiny cock was clearly straining against the diaper as he humped the floor watching the real men.

forced to use diapers.

The hypnosis files had worked a treat on Tyler. The former tearaways mind had gone numb from the regression file dad had given him.

Slowly but surely Tyler started to regress back from his nineteen year old self into toddlerhood. Gone were his memories of being a mechanic, his girlfriend and his friends.

His CK underwear has since been replaced by diapers and the only link he now has to working as a mechanic, are the vehicles pictured on his onesie.