Abdl bdsm

Claire and Lucy had given me a lot to think about and even more to drink about. I had until the end of the party to decide. I could either continue struggling as an adult with —realistically— nothing going for me at the moment, or I could choose to live as a toddler under my ex-girlfriend and her current girlfriend. And they made it clear that’s exactly how I would be treated, as a toddler.

I stared at the cocktail in my hand. My sixth of the night and potentially the last I would be allowed for a long while. Though I liked cocktails, my hard penis couldn’t lie; the idea of being pampered by two gorgeous women did have some appeal. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but I swore I saw Claire glance at my crotch with a knowing smile, as if she knew I would accept her offer before I did.

Maybe she was right. I didn’t even know if I would reject her offer yet. All I know is that life sucks, and I want to get turnt.

“Hey every- everybody,” I stumble into the living room, “W-who wants to play a drinking game? With me!”

“You’re so fucking faded, dude,” some girl I didn’t recognize laughed. A frown slipped onto my face as I noticed Claire’s concerned expression.

“Nah,” my smile returned with my alcohol-fueled confidence, “I’m good. Anyone wanna play race horse?”

“Not race horse,” Claire groaned, “I don’t need anyone throwing up on my carpet.”

“C’mon,” I slurred, “It’ll be fun! All we need is a deck of cards!”

Claire rolled her eyes, “Fine, let’s play race horse.”

The game was simple, which made it perfect for drunk people. Each person chose a card suit, and if that suit was drawn, they’d have to drink as well as move their race horse piece one tier closer to the finish line. The person’s piece that reached the finish line first would be exempt from taking a shot.

A few rounds passed, and I was definitely feeling it. So was everyone else. We stupidly decided to play another round. Claire’s suit was drawn first, but she wasn’t exactly eager to take a drink:

“Oh guys,” she put a hand over her stomach, “I think I need to tap out.”

“C’mon,” I goaded in between sways, “it’s a party! Drink with us!”

“No, I think I’m done,” Claire reaffirmed.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” I started chanting, but no one else joined in. I was too drunk to care though: I was misery, and everyone knows misery loves company. This was definitely something I’d regret in the morning.

“No,” Claire said sternly.

“Just take the drink!”

Before Claire could refute, I felt a hard tug on my ear. Lucy had grabbed me by the ear and was dragging me out of the room like a misbehaving child

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I whined.

“Zach,” she grabbed my wrist and began to pull me up the stairs, “I think you need to go to bed. You’re so far gone.”

“I’m—“ I belched, “I’m fine!”

I heard the gaggle of gorgeous girls giggle as Lucy guided me up the stairs. Whatever, it’s not like I knew them anyway.

“No, you’re being rude and ruining Claire’s party,” Lucy opened the door to the nursery, “is that what you want?”

“I just want to party hardy, Lucy!”

Lucy sighed, “If you want to act like a child, I have no problem treating you like a child.”

Lucy began to unbuckle my belt and slide my pants down, then she took of my shirt.

I didn’t understand how I got here, but I wasn’t going to complain; Lucy was hot, and I needed a win.

When she was done undressing me, I reached to the waistband of her yoga pants. Before I could, she swatted my hand away without a word before turning and walking across the nursery. She came back with an open diaper, a bib, and a baby bonnet.

“Wha—“ I tried to ask, but Lucy shushed me.

“I’m going to put these on you, and you’re going to be good for me, understand?”

“Sure,” if this meant I was getting laid, I would totally wear the ridiculous outfit.

After Lucy tied the bib around my neck and the baby bonnet around my head, she led me over to a rocking chair in the corner of the room.

She sat on the rocking chair, splayed the open diaper on her lap, and yanked me closer. She then forced me over her lap, which wasn’t very difficult due to my astute intoxication.

My hard member felt the soft padding that I was now laying on. To my surprise, it was much more comfortable than I would have imagined. Before I could get too comfortable, I felt a sunned sharp pain on my ass; Lucy began peppering my checks with repeated smacks.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I wailed. Even through my drunken stupor, I could feel the sting of Lucy’s hands.

“I’m- I’m sorry!”

“I bet you are,” Lacy continued smacking without even a second of hesitation, “Next time I’m sure you’ll be a good boy!”

After what felt like an hour, Lucy finally relented. She picked me up off her lap and pointed to the floor, “sit.”

I obeyed.

“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now. You’re going to crawl up on that changing table, and I’m going to put you in a diaper and then put you in the crib for bedtime. Then I’m going to go downstairs, fill up a sippy cup with water for your inevitable hangover, and I’m going to tell Claire that I put the baby to bed. Understand?”

“Yes,” I frantically nodded my head.

“Try yes momma,” Lucy corrected.

“Yes momma.”

“That’s better,” Lucy smiled, “when you’re sober in the morning, you can give us a proper answer. For now, get on the changing table.”

I scrambled onto the changing table as fast I could manage; I did not want to face Momma Lucy’s wrath again. Lucy quickly got to work removing my adult clothes.

Then she picked a whole seperate diaper from underneath the table; it had cute animals in train cars on the front and a big orange koala on the back. I’m sure she picked the more childish one to emphasize how immature I had been acting.

“Booty up,” she commanded.

I obeyed again. She slid the diaper under my butt, and got to work with powdering my nether regions and carefully rubbing in anti-rash cream to avoid my throbbing member. She finally taped up the diaper. After the diaper was snugly secured, Lucy opened the closet and produced two items: a light blue sippy cup and a white onesie featuring colorful trains and planes.

“Reach for Mr. Sunshine,” she said.

I put my arms up and she pulled the onesie over my head and around my body. She then buttoned the crotch closed around my diaper. Afterwards, she grabbed my hand and helped me off the table. She led me on the short walk over to the crib. She lowered the bars and patted the mattress. I climbed into the crib, joining my stuffed animal cell mates, before she relocked the bars into place.

“By the way Zach,” Lucy smirked as she held up the sippy cup, “if anyone asks about the sippy cup, I’m going to be 100% honest about who it’s for.”

“Night night,” Lucy disappeared.

The crib I found myself in was so comfortable, and the stuffed animals only made it that more soft. I barely remember Lucy returning to hand me the blue sippy cup, and giggling at me, probably because I could barely keep my eyes open at that point.

Read chapter 3 here

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What trouble will Zach get himself into in the morning I wonder?

Credit to Voloh for image 2, and credit to @wittlesissyb4by for image 3.

Here’s a link to chapter 1 of this story.

Time to Wake Up, Baby

The nursery was still dim, soft golden light just starting to sneak through the blinds. The big clock on the wall ticked past 6:03 a.m., but time didn't matter much in here. Not when the crib rails were up and the thick padding underneath made every shift feel like floating on a cloud.

Alex lay sprawled on his tummy, one leg kicked out, the other tucked under like he was still half-dreaming of running through endless playgrounds. His blonde hair stuck up in sleepy tufts. The overnight diaper — a premium one with the cute little cartoon animals that faded when wet — had done its job overnight and then some. It sagged heavily between his thighs, warm and swollen, the telltale bulk pressing against the crib mattress every time he breathed.

He didn't stir when the door clicked open. He didn't even twitch when bare feet padded across the soft rug.

But when a warm hand settled gently but firmly on the back of his head, fingers threading through that messy blond hair, his eyes fluttered.

"Mmmph…?"

"Time to wake up, baby," came the low, amused voice above him.

Alex blinked blearily. The room swam into focus: the familiar red shirt, the strong arms, the knowing smile. His cheeks instantly heated. He tried to roll over — instinct — but the hand on his head guided him back down, cheek pressed to the cool sheet.

"Nuh-uh. Not yet." Another hand slid down his spine, patting the enormously puffy seat of his diaper with a deliberate crinkle-crinkle. "Someone had a very big accident last night, didn't he?"

Alex's face burned hotter. He buried it in the pillow and made a small, embarrassed noise.

The caregiver chuckled softly. "That's what I thought."

In one smooth motion the crib side dropped. Strong hands slipped under Alex's armpits and lifted. Suddenly he was airborne for a heartbeat — legs dangling, heavy diaper swinging — then cradled against a warm chest. The thick padding squished audibly against the red shirt.

"Easy, easy," the voice murmured, one arm supporting under his padded bottom while the other tucked him close. "Big babies need their morning bottle before anything else."

Alex squirmed, half protest, half needy little wiggle. The caregiver carried him over to the oversized rocking chair, settling down with Alex straddling one thigh, back to chest. A warm bib was snapped around his neck — the blue one with the sailboats — and then the bottle appeared.

The nipple was already warm from the formula waiting on the side table. It smelled faintly sweet, comforting.

"Open."

Alex hesitated one second too long. A firm hand cupped the back of his head again, tilting it just enough. The nipple pressed past his lips. Instinct took over. He latched.

Gulp… gulp…

The first rush hit his tongue and he sighed around the nipple, eyes drifting half-closed. The caregiver's free hand rubbed slow, possessive circles over the front of the sodden diaper, pressing just enough to make Alex whimper softly into the bottle.

"There we go," came the murmur against his ear. "That's my good boy. Drinking up like a proper little one."

Gulp… gulp… suck…

Droplets escaped the corners of his mouth, sliding down his chin and soaking into the bib. The caregiver didn't mind. Just wiped them away with a thumb, then went right back to patting the heavy, sagging padding.

When the bottle finally emptied with a soft pop, Alex was boneless, head lolling back against the caregiver's shoulder. His breathing had gone slow and deep, little contented suckling motions still happening even though the bottle was gone.

"Such a sleepy baby," the voice teased. "But we're not done yet."

Alex was lifted again — this time carried straight to the changing table. The padded top was cool against his back as he was laid down. The caregiver tugged the tapes open with practiced ease. Cool air hit soaked skin and Alex shivered, instinctively trying to close his legs.

"None of that." Gentle but unyielding hands parted his thighs. "Let me see how soggy my boy got."

The diaper was peeled away slowly, the wet inner lining making little peeling sounds. Alex stared at the ceiling, cheeks flaming, while the caregiver wiped him down with warm wipes, powdered him generously (the cloud of baby powder scent filling the air), and slid a fresh diaper underneath.

This one was even thicker — the kind with extra stuffers already tucked inside. The tapes pulled snug with satisfying rrrrrip-rrrrrip sounds.

"All clean," the caregiver announced, giving the fresh front a proud pat. "For now."

Alex was scooped up once more, carried back to the crib, and laid down on his back. The mobile above spun lazily. A pacifier was pressed between his lips before he could say anything.

"Shhh. Nap time isn't over yet, little one. You still have a couple more hours before breakfast."

The caregiver leaned down, kissed his forehead, then pulled the crib side up with a soft click.

"Sleep tight, baby. I'll be right here when you really wake up."

Alex suckled the paci slowly, the fresh diaper crinkling with every tiny shift. His eyelids grew heavy again. The last thing he felt was the caregiver's hand resting lightly on the front of his new padding — warm, protective, possessive.

And then he drifted, safe and small, back into little dreams.

The damage is done!

Your dick will never work the same after being broken in diapers. But more importantly your mind will never be the same.

“You’re wearing your bathroom.”

But it’s numbe—

“You heard me.”

Bu—

“Someone’s awful full of thoughts & opinions on how to use their diapers! Guess it’s time for more hypno, birthday boy.”

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