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It’s simpler

Managing and enforcing when your partner is or isn’t meant to be in diapers can be hard work. 24/7 keeps things simple with diapers always expected.

Constant control & presence

Your partner will always be reminded of their diapered status and your control over them. The diaper is a reassuring presence in their daily life and will act as a security blanket for them.

No more nasty public restrooms

24/7 diapers mean your partner doesn’t have to visit nasty and dirty restrooms when out of the house.

Prevents bing / purge, self-loathing & obsession

ABDL partners will often struggle with dangerous highs and lows of DD / Diaper interest. Moving them to 24/7 can massively help this by completely removing the gaps in wearing and giving them a more balanced life.

Normalises DD in your relationship 

With diapers now being their default underwear you help normalise DD as an accepted part of your relationship. This can be especially helpful if your partner suffers from self-acceptance issues around their DD / Diaper interest.

Prevents cheating

A partner in 24/7 diapers is extremely unlikely to cheat on you. If they’re ABDL they’ll likely also be extremely grateful for being kept in diapers. You definitely shouldn't do it for this reason alone though.

The shared secret is fun

Knowing your boyfriend/girlfriend is wearing a thick diaper under their clothes when out in public is a fun secret to hold. Enjoy the subtle teasing and hints you can drop when out and about.

Add a caregiver aspect to your relationship 

Although 24/7 DD shouldn’t completely change your previous “adult” relationship, it provides a way for you to add a strong aspect of caring for them into your relationship.

The bond formed by this during checks, changes and daily diapered life can significantly strengthen your relationship and the connection between you.

No more sharing a toilet

The toilet now becomes your domain, no need to wait to get into the bathroom or clear up after them. Especially with boyfriends in 24/7 diapers you’ll notice a much cleaner toilet and bathroom.

They’ll be less stressed and happier

Almost all partners report that 24/7 DD has helped improve their partners mental wellbeing. 24/7 to reduce stress from daily life is one of the most common reasons couple implement it. Often 24/7 for a few weeks or months is enough to reset your partner’s mental state.

Use it to introduce additional DD elements

Once your partner is in 24/7 diapers you can slowly add any additional elements you wish. Sissification, chastity and bondage are all common additions.

Enjoy their humiliation 

Get a kick out of the humiliation elements of making your partner spend every hour in diapers. Teasing them about being a baby, being smelly or that people might notice can be fun! Watching them fill their diaper or them asking for a change will make you feel more powerful in the relationship.

Not being woken up in the night

Your diaper wearing partner now has no reason to leave the bed and wake you up in the night to go to the toilet.

It’s cute

Dress your partner is cute baby style clothes and enjoy seeing them waddling around your house in a diaper.

“Come to New York, I’ll set you up with a place to stay and we’ll see about work.” When Joey pressed him for details, Duncan just pressed a card into Joey’s hand. “Come to New York, and call that number, we’ll work out the rest”.

Joey was able to get some cash from his Aunt for a ticket to New York City and get a burner phone. He called Duncan, who gave him an address in the East 70s, Duncan had to walk from the train station all the way to the Upper East Side because he did not have the money for a taxi or a subway.

Duncan’s place was phenomenal, 36th floor high rise apartment, ultra modern furnishings, gleaming kitchen stocked with food. Duncan pushed Joey into the bathroom for a shower and threw out his clothes. He had already got some new clothes for Joey in advance.

When Joey was out of the shower, and dressed, they shared a drink together, interrupted by the door bell and a few other guys who they both knew from college. There were lots of loud male voices and laughter, and when it got real quiet, Joey said softly, “so what is the deal here?”.

Duncan had been jealous of Joey since college, his easy ways with guys and gals, his gift of striking up conversations with anyone, his sporty body. Now, finally, Duncan had the chance to do what he had always wanted to do, control Joey completely and make him his possession.

Duncan spoke up “The deal is I spiked your drink, and you’re about to black out any minute’!!” The guys roared with laughter as Joey got very hot and went his vision went into a black spiral. Joey did not get to see himself pass out and his friends grab him and lay him on the floor.

The guys took off the clothes he had just put on. Slowly and carefully, the guys laid Joey on a sheet and used clippers, scissors and finally razors and shaving cream to remove all of Joey’s hair below his eyes.

Then Duncan took out his power weapon. A specially made chastity belt. Duncan had guessed accurately, that Joey was just a little under the weight he was at in college when Duncan had measured Joey for the sports padding for football, and later lacrosse. So the belt fit Joey perfectly.

The belt had remote controlled very powerful electrodes in a number of places, but especially over Joey’s balls and his cock in the tube of the device. An exact replica in hard plastic and latex of Duncan’s erect 8 ¾" penis fit into the back panel, locking into the belt and right up Joey’s fundament.

Joey slowly started to awaken. He felt extra light and airy, and looked down to see the dark brown hair on his chest and legs were gone. Then he felt around and it was all gone. Then he reached down and felt steel.

Steel around his waist, enclosing and pressing his balls tightly to his body, his dick in a spiked tube that bent it backwards and under him. The slightest movement brought needles of pain to his precious prick.

As he roused, he realized he wasn’t sitting on a hard object, the object was IN him, twisting his “ass” and pressing on something he had never felt before, (his prostate), that felt pressure and a little pleasure. Joey’s growing realization of his predicament brought howls of laughter from his pals.

Duncan got the guys to get quiet. “So Joey here’s the deal. You are my prisoner without a jail cell. That belt around your waist allows me to completely control you, to make you do what I want, when I want it. Joey was about to say “Fuck you” but the words never got out of his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, Duncan hit the remote over his balls and zapped the head of his dick with a pretty good jolt of current, causing Joey to fall back prone to the floor.

“I think you are starting to get an idea of just what’s in store for you. Inside you new “bum pussy”, is an exact copy of my cock. I can make it vibrate and thrust, or get hot, from anyplace. I can zap you in a number of places, your cock and balls especially. Even better, each of the guys has a remote too, and they can blast you for not obeying orders as well.

You sleep here in this apartment, if I am not hooking up, you sleep with me in the bed, so I can enjoy your suffering first hand, unless I loan you to one of the guys. If you got to take a dump, you have to contact one of us by cell, we open the back compartment wirelessly, you have only a few minutes to do your business before putting the plug back in, or we start blasting you with extra painful electro blasts.

The belt charges wirelessly, so it is always ready. And if you think you are smart and escape by going some where where there is no connection, well the belt has a doomsday option. After a certain time which I am not going to tell you, without a connection, then automatically, it triggers the spikes in tube to open their tips and razor sharp points will eviscerate your manhood. But you’ll still be wearing the belt. And when you get back in range, you’ll be zapped to a burnt out cinder. So you better hope you don’t lose reception for too long, Joey. Just a warning.

In the meantime, you have the use of a great apartment, a brand new wardrobe, great new gym membership, two new personal trainers, hair and skin assistants, dietician, and I have arranged for you to have a job in marketing as you like, and you have all these great friends here.

Just no sex. You are locked front and back. We require you to check in with one or another of us regularly. If we find you have orally serviced anyone, male or female, the punishment will be swift and harsh. We will have piercings and wires that will lock your tongue in place, and we will wire your jaw shut, permanently, other than that, there are no restrictions. Any questions? “

Joey’s head is spinning, he cannot believe his “friends” have gone to these lengths to control and torture him. Right now his head is empty. He says “No”.

Duncan looks at the group of guys and the smile, exchanging looks. Sam, one of the guys, short, stocky, hairy, says “Duncan, we talked about it, make him do it”.

Duncan lets out a little air, then turns to Joey, “One last thing, we are Men, so you call each one of us SIR as an title of respect. You, on the other hand, are now officially a chastity slave, if we are punishing you, we will call you "slave”, other wise, you will be known as “joey”, with a small “j”.

You thought your boss was just joking when he gave you a warning last time you showed up to work without having done your hair

"Clearly he wasn't joking" you thought as a security guard shoved you into a chair in your boss's office. He scooped an entire can of pomade and started applying it to your scalp. The sensation was like nothing you'd ever felt before, the thick coat of shiny product cementing your hair in place

When your boss was finally done, what you had on your head could hardly he described as hair anymore. More like a sealed shell of gleaming hair product encasing your scalp. Fuck, you definitely should start taking your boss seriously

Oh, you poor soul.  You once were a man but now you have fallen into the clutches of baby Champ.  First I make you strip off all your clothes.  I cut them up with scissors as you watch and throw them in the trash because you won’t be needing these big boys  clothes anymore.  I take you over to the couch and lay you across my lap, giving you a nice hard spanking for trying to act older than you are.  Boys should know better than to try and play grown up.  You’re not fooling anyone.  You yelp and jerk, but no matter how you struggle, you can’t get away from Daddy’s grip.  As I spank you, I stop every once in a while to feel your bubble butt, and tease your hole with my circling fingers. By the time I am finished with you you are in quite a state.  Stiff, dripping, red faced, and blubbering like a baby.  But it’s okay, Daddy’s got you.  I soothe your sore butt with some baby lotion, and lay you on the changing table.  You know better than to object to the thick cartoon print diaper I present for your inspection.  Get to know it well, this is going to be very close to you from now on.  I take a moment to let that sink in, and When I’m satisfied that you are fully aware of your situation, I come around to the foot of the table, and lift your legs, sliding the diaper beneath your little bum.  I hand you a teddy to play with while I oil, powder and secure the thick, snug diaper around your waist.  What’s that?  You didn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom before coming here?  Silly boy, you didn’t think you were going to be using MY bathroom, did you?  Oh no, bathrooms are for big boys.  You’ll be using your diaper for everything from now on.  

I can see you squirming so I decide to help you along in your predicament.  All diapered up, I sit you up, stick my hands under your armpits and gently lower you down to the floor again.  I instruct you to stay there as I prepare your bottle.  With an adult sized bottle of warm milk, I bring you to the couch once more and have you lay your head in my lap.  I put the nipple up to your mouth.  At first you’re reluctant to take it in, but a quick smack on the thigh stops that and you open up.  This is a large bottle and you feel your belly swelling up as it fills with sweet milk, but you don’t dare stop sucking.  It’s only when I bring you a second bottle that you really start to get worried.  Meanwhile, the pressure of your bladder is reaching unbearable levels.  You try crossing your legs, you squirm and moan, but it’s no use.  You finally let go of all that pee, flooding your diapers.  You pee so much you’re sure they’re going to leak all over.  They hold it all in, however, and you feel the warmth surround your crotch as the diaper swells and presses itself tighter to your skin.  What a good boy!

But Daddy wants you to have more fun in your diaper.  He wants you to use it in every way possible.  He makes you finish the bottle and then hugs you tight and pats your back until you burp.  Surprised, you begin to blush again.  Daddy releases you and goes over to pat the changing table.  You happily hop up, thinking you’re going to get a change, and lie down expectantly.  Daddy hands you the bear again, and untapes your diaper.  He tells you to close your eyes and you obey.  You think you can here tearing of some sort, but you can’t tell what it might be.  Suddenly your eyes shoot open as you feel something pressing into your hole.  Ah ah ah, keep them closed now.  A finger is inserted deep into your rectum, and then withdrawn, and you are taped back up.  Poor little baby.  You’re going to have to stay in these soggy diapers a little longer.  At least you are given a break from all that milk.  Your belly is still distended and you seem to be wetting every few minutes as you lie again with your head in Daddy’s lap, and he caresses your tummy, your face, gives you little tickles and tells you what a cute boy you are.  But something is wrong.  After a while, you feel a gurgle in your tummy, and then a strong urge to poop.  Panicked, you try to sit up, but Daddy just shushes you, telling you everything is going to be okay.  No, you say.  You have to poo.  You beg to use the potty but Daddy is firm.  He holds you tight as you squirm and cry, but the suppository works fast, and the urges grow and grow, and just as you succeed in holding back a messy accident, a new wave of urgency hits you.  You kick and buck as Daddy holds you tight in his arms, and a loud fart escapes, along with a hot rush of poop.  Again and again you are wracked by spasms as yet more poo runs out of your butt into the waiting diaper, and the smell of it quickly fills the room.  You are so embarrassed.  So ashamed.  You’ve never messed your pants before, certainly not in the presence of another person.  What a babyish thing to do.  You are sobbing.  You can’t help it.  But Daddy hugs you and dries your tears and tells you everything is all right until finally you stop.  You are all cried out, and all pooped out, and daddy carries his exhausted little boy back to the table for his changing.  

In spite of everything, you actually feel a lot better once you are in a clean diaper.  Daddy even puts a cute onesie on you with dinosaur prints, and tickles you when you try to pout.  In fact, to your surprise, you are once again rock hard, and your penis strains against your diaper painfully.  You reach down to adjust it but I smack your hand away.  Baby is not to touch his diapers or pee pee ever.  That’s Daddy’s territory.  And Daddy will decide what baby does in his diaper and when it comes off.  If you’re a good boy, Daddy will let you have cummies in your diaper.  You decide to try your best to be a good boy.  

For every meal, Daddy straps you in your high chair and spoon feeds you lots of icky baby food, making funny airplane noises as he brings it to your mouth.  At the end of every meal you are a mess, with your tummy pudging out from mush and milk, and lots of baby food on your face and bib.  Daddy wipes you up and burps you, and sets you down for a nap while you digest.  Before long, you are used to pooping and wetting in your diaper, and Daddy doesn’t even have to restrain you to keep you from trying to rush to the bathroom.  You miss your big boy pants but you know those are a thing of the past.  Daddy has made very clear that diapers are your one and only choice of clothing below the waist from now on.  Though if you’re good, he may let you wear some shorts or shortalls.  

No matter how much you complain, all of this turns you on immensely, and every time he is out of sight, you try to touch your diaper.  The padding is so thick you can hardly get any friction against your penis and Daddy always catches you before you can cum and gives you another spanking.  It’s like he just knows, but who knows how he knows.  Sometimes, he takes out his wiener and humps the front of your diaper, splattering his baby batter over the colorful front panel and even up to your chest at times.  You find this very hot, but you’re frustrated that you can’t come as well.  On the third day, Daddy finally says you can have cummies in your diapers, and you eagerly reach for the tapes when he smacks your hand away again.  Babies have to come in their diapers, Daddy explains.  Babies do everything in their diapers.  He begins to rub your diapered crotch, pressing through the thick layer of soggy padding with his strong Daddy hands.  You moan and buck, and he shushes you some more, telling you to relax and let it happen. You can feel it building, your orgasm finally coming.  And Daddy is making it come.  You feel hotter and hotter, your heart races.  You moan and buck and try not to scream as your penis feels like it’s on fire.  You’ve never been this close to the edge for so long, and you try to hump his hands to bring yourself over.  That’s right, he says, hump Daddy’s hand.  Show him how much you love to cum in your diapers.  And you do… you buck and squeal clinging tightly to Daddy’s arm until finally, it happens.  You cry out as the diaper tears the orgasm from your body, and wave after wave splatters into the diaper, shooting clear across the inside to warm up your butt cheeks.  A puddle of cum piles up there, spreading from your ass cheeks to your taint, and you fall back, drained.  Daddy tells you what a good boy you are and hugs you again.  You begin to suck your thumb and drift off to sleep as Daddy carries you over to the change table for your next diaper…