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Inspired by a real scene this morning… enjoy! 😉

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You’re half asleep in your crib. It must be 5 or 6 am. Not that it matters, it’s too dark to be up anyway. You’re messy and probably soggy too, that usually goes together. It happened some time during the night but you don’t remember about it. Once again, it doesn’t matter.

If your chastity cage wasn’t preventing it, you would be very excited and hard in your padding, but that’s something from the past. Now you’re excited, but hard wouldn’t be a fitting word. Tight sounds more accurate.

And yet, it feels good. You fill up your Pamp a bit more and make it warm all over again. It feels so good, you are in pure bliss. You grab your plushie and gently place it under you before slow motions can be seen from under the covers. Up and down. Up and down. Slow, steady and crinkly.

A long time ago, before you met daddy and had never worn a cage, this would have been so frustrating. You would have whined, sighed and given up. You’ve done this a bit with daddy too, at the beginning. But now, it’s all different. It’s making you even more excited, because you know that what you are doing is forbidden, even half asleep you know that you are going against the rules and it is thrilling. This is what "thrilling" means to you now.

The squishiness of your padding, the crinkles, the comfort of your Dinosaur blanket and the softness of your favorite plushie make you hump faster and faster. The smell would repulse any man in their 20’s, but you are not a man anymore, so it makes you go harder, stronger. Daddy got you used to the smell and to the feel of being messy. Not only did he get you used to it, he made sure that your brain now associates it to "naughty pleasure". It wasn’t easy, it took time and a lot of patience, but it eventually happened.

This moment is the proof that it worked.

Your pacifier muffles your quiet moans and makes you drool on your pillow. You bite on it as you get closer to the finish line, one humping motion at a time.

And then it happens.

You shiver and moan a bit louder, still trying to be quiet, before a sticky wave fills the front of your padding. Thrust after thrust, your locked and throbbing member empties out.

You wait a few seconds, expecting to feel relief, but it does not feel so good. You had never made "stickies", as daddy asks you to call them, through the cage without Mr Buzzy Wand before.

Your frustration rises as you end up panting, drooly, soggy, sticky and messy without feeling much pleasure. You wonder if it was worth the hassle and realize that probably not. Listening to Daddy and Papa would have made more sense and would have avoided this sticky situation. Luckily, the mobile above your head soothes you and you fall back asleep within a couple of minutes, hoping that your sticky mess will disappear into your Pamps and never be discovered…

What you don’t know is that on the other side of the wall, Papa has seen it all, from the monitor in their bedroom. He enjoyed the show, to say the least, and is eagerly waiting for Daddy to wake up to tell him everything about it. Oh, how happy Daddy will be when he hears that his training worked and that you love your paddings so much that a chastity cage and a messy bum did not prevent you from climaxing.

Unfortunately for you, rules have been broken and this cannot go unpunished.

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Jake's heart races, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Vrooooom!”, Peter exclaims pretending to pilot an imaginary plane, scooping the spoonful of bland bolognese spaghetti as he guides the bright green-and-yellow spoon towards Jake’s lips.

“Here it comes, JayJay, your first dindins with Daddy and Papa!”.

Jake hesitates for a second, though he knows that there is not much alternative but to open his mouth as he finally slowly parts his lips, accepting the spoon, and gets a first taste of babyfood in a long long time.

“Good boy!” Peter cheers, playfully pinching Jake’s cheeks with praise as he swallows. The food really does not taste good and Jake wishes he could have some of what Daddy and Papa will be eating later. However, each spoonful was there as a reminder that he was, undeniably, their babyboy now and that this is how things would go from now on.

Jake sees Mark get up from the couch and give him an encouraging smile. Mark then grabs his phone and takes a few pictures.

Needles to say that Peter deliberately misses his boy’s mouth on a few occasion to make the pictures of “JayJay’s first dinner” all the more memorable.

After almost eating the whole jar, Jake’s mouth and chin are covered in bolognese which slowly dribbles down his bib.

Jake quickly realizes that despite the taste, this is a feeling he has been craving for. He hears Mark take a few snaps of him in the most babyish attire but does not mind. The sense of family he had been dreaming about fills him with warmth and an odd sense of belonging.

Peter's eyes lit up with delight at Jake's efforts to eat all his food.

“Wow, buddy! You’re a natural!” He laughs, scooping another spoonful of the bolognese and sending it towards Jake's mouth with the same playful airplane game.

Each time his boy swallows a spoonful, he sees the adult version of Jake being replaced with his true younger self.

Mark, still taking a few pictures and videos encourages Jake. “You’re doing great, little JayJay! Just keep that mouth open wide for more yummy food. You are almost done!”

Jake blushes at the praise and support from both of his daddies who now definitely do not see him as a man anymore.

Finally, as Peter feeds him the last spoonful, Jake feels relieved. He did it….with an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth, but he did it!

“We are sooo proud of you buddy,” Peter exclaims. “But remember, we always have to save room for dessert when you’re being a good boy!” He then turns, revealing a bright jar of peach puree.

“Nooo! No babyfood dessert!” Jake protests shaking his head. “I’m full daddy!”

Mark, back on the couch, turns to his baby. “Did I hear someone say ‘no’ to dessert? Are we ready for a spanking, then? Does someone not want to watch football with papa before beddy-byes ?”

Jake blushes, “Sorry, Papa…”

Peter chuckles, opening the jar. “Just a tiny jar Buddy, look how small it is. Every good babyboy deserves to finish their dindins with a sweet taste.”

Jake opens his mouth and is surprisingly welcomed by the sweet taste of the peach puree. It doesn’t taste as bad as the bolognese even though there is still an after taste that clearly makes it different than regular big boy desserts.

“See? Not so bad!” Peter says, feeding him another spoonful.

After a few spoonfuls and an empty jar, Peter smiles and takes a step back, looking at Jake and his very messy face and bib.

“Well, we surely did good buying those bibs! What a messy eater you are kiddo. I don’t even want to imagine how you would look like if daddy wasn’t here to help you?!”

Jake ignores the taunt, excited to finally watch the match now that dinner is over.

“Can I watch the match now, Papa?” he says from his highchair.

Mark chuckles and nods. “Alright, buddy. You’ve been an incredible little one tonight. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and settled for some football!”, he says as Peter cleans up Jake’s face and unstraps him from the highchair, leaving his bib on.

Mark then pats his lap and Jake runs to him.

“Come on baby, let’s watch the end together.”

Jake sits on Mark’s lap for the very first time and blushes slightly. “Can you take bib off, Papa?”

“No babyboy, you’re not done eating.”

Jake’s eyes widen. “Wh..what?”

Peter comes from the kitchen with a warm bottle filled with milk and chocolate and hands it to Mark.

Papa Mark shakes the bottle “Are you surprised? Did you think you would watch the match with papa with a beer ?

Nope, not for you. It will be on my lap drinking your baba.”

Jake whines a bit but knows he better not complain if he wants to see the 25 minutes left of the match. He rests on Papa’s back and opens his mouth.

Mark gently inserts the nipple of the bottle in Jake’s mouth and starts feeding him.

Bottle feeding is such a great moment of relaxation. It is a moment when time stops and nothing else matters.

Holding the bottle with one hand and slowly rubbing Jake’s diapered crotch, Mark looks at Jake gulping down his bottle.

“You are being such a good boy, buddy.”

Peter and Mark both know that this bottle contains a special ingredient. They know that Jake has never used his paddings for anything and want to make it easy for him at the beginning.

What better then than adding a bit of laxatives to speed up the process and avoid this unnecessary process of Jake holding it in for several days.

Then, once Jake will be used to going into his Pamps, it will all be natural and there will be no more need for laxatives.

But for now, Mark takes some time to enjoy the moment.

Jake, captivated by the match and completely excited by his Papa’s constant rubs on his locked “little Willy”, as they now call it, does not even realize that he gulped down the entire bottle in less than seven minutes.

“Oh wow you were a hungry little guy for sure !” Mark says, removing the empty bottle’s nipple from Jake’s mouth.

As the last remnants of milk drip down Jake's chin, his eyelids began to droop, a cozy drowsiness washing over him.

Mark chuckles lightly, gently burping him with a few soft pats on the back. “Come on, little buddy, burp for Papa and we can put you in your crib for beddy-byes.”

Jake blushes and resists a bit at first but the continuous patting of Mark wins the battle as a soft burp can be heard in the room.

“Good babyboy.”

As the match ends in a draw before extra-time, Mark gets up with Jake in his arms and enters the nursery. Peter following behind.

“But papa I wanted to see the end of the match.” Jake protests as Mark gently puts him on the crib mattress.

“It’s late already buddy, 8:07pm! You have been a good boy today and we allowed you to stay up after your bedtime but it’s not our fault if the match is going to overtime.”

With a soft blanket, Mark wraps him up snugly, brushing his hair lovingly.

Peter gives Bun-bun to Jake and gives him a kiss on the forehead before putting a pacifier in his mouth.

“Okay baby boy.” Mark says while pulling up the rails of the crib and locking them securely. “Have a good night, we love you so much. Don’t forget that if anything happens, Papa and Daddy are just on the other side of the room and can always see you on the monitor above your head, okay?”

Peter and Mark both leave the room after turning on the mobile over Jake’s oversized crib.

Here he was.

Double diapered, wearing a chastity cage, a onesie and footed pajamas and with a weird feeling in his tummy. Could this be from all these emotions ? He wondered before drifting off to sleep for his first night as Papa and Daddy’s little boy.

Photo-credit: @toreabdl The sun filters through the tent window, painting the seat in warm, golden streaks. I glance at him, my boy, sitting there in his colorful onesie, the soft crinkle of his fresh diaper barely audible. His fingers trace the fuzzy ear of his teddy, his lips moving in a silent conversation only the two of them understand. A pacifier bobs gently between his teeth, and his eyes are bright, alive in a way I’ve never seen them when he was buried in spreadsheets or lost in the weight of adult expectations.

For a second, my chest tightens. Did I take too much from him? The thought slithers in, unwelcome but persistent. His books, his job, his sharp mind... all of it traded for the simplicity of stuffed animals and the security of a thick, snug diaper. I stole his maturity, his independence, his potty training, even his ability to fall asleep without his plush bear tucked under his arm. Was it fair? Was it right?

I watch his thumb press into the teddy’s paw, his other hand patting his padded bottom absently, as if reassuring himself it’s still there. The guilt coils tighter. Maybe I should have let him choose. Maybe I should have given him a chance to find happiness on his own terms, as a "big boy."

But then he giggles. A real, unguarded sound, so pure it makes my throat ache. His whole body wiggles with delight as he points at something outside the window, his voice muffled around the pacifier. And just like that, the doubt dissolves.

I know, deep down, that he never would have found this joy on his own. Not like this. Not with the same unshakable, childlike wonder. The world was too heavy for him before, too full of expectations and exhaustion. And now? Now he’s light. Free. Happy in a way that feels almost sacred.

I want the whole world to know I’m a baby every single time I pull out my ID. 🤭

Only 2 weeks left until my appointment, so decide which of these four baby outfits I’ll be rocking in my new official driver’s license photo. 😇✨

Every time I hand over my ID everyone will see what a padded baby I am. 😂 No hiding it 🤭🍼🚗