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The smell of french fries hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony considering my current predicament. The cardboard box felt flimsy in my hands, a pathetic shield against the growing dread. I should have known better, should have resisted, but the lure of McDonald's, and the promises, and the deal, was too powerful.

“Alright guys,” I said, my voice a mix of resignation and rising panic. "The diaper & drive-thru was one thing but using this thing is so gross and…" My words trailed off, the reality of my situation crashing down. My hand flew to my face, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear from the lens of that phone.

"Wait what??!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in a desperate plea. "Hey delete that photo you promised you wouldn't take pics!" It was too late, the click of the shutter was a brutal confirmation of my exposure. I was trapped, caught in the act, a diapered mess holding a box of fries. The day has just taken a turn for the worse. I had been had.

Hey everyone! It was requested that I make a video of me saying my daily diaper/baby cuck affirmations (along with the ones suggested by y’all). I hope you enjoy it! It certainly made me very squirmy to say all this out loud ☺️

Can someone do this to me

Jock'd

(All characters are 18+)

Cameron Hayes was a high school senior with two things that defined him: his love for biology and his passion for nerdy hobbies. He’d always been the type of kid who spent his afternoons reading biology textbooks, obsessing over cellular processes, and analyzing ecosystems. At 18, he was already planning to study biology at a prestigious university, and his life revolved around his love for science. But that was before one fateful night.

It all started when Cameron sat down to finish his biology homework, which was supposed to be a simple review of basic human physiology. As usual, he’d spent hours studying the material the day before, and now it was just a matter of getting the homework done before bed. His room, decorated with posters of scientific breakthroughs and his collection of rare fossils, felt like his sanctuary.

On his desk lay his open notebook, the textbook, and his phone, all with the soft hum of a lamp glowing beside him. He breezed through the first few questions—simple stuff. His mind, sharp as ever, was in its element. But then came the last question. It looked innocent enough:

"What's one form of exercise?"

Cameron didn't hesitate. He wrote down the first thing that came to mind: "Sports."

It was supposed to be a harmless answer. After all, sports were a form of exercise, right?

But the moment he finished writing, something strange happened. His head buzzed, his vision blurred, and an icy chill ran down his spine. He blinked hard, thinking maybe he was just overtired, but something was different. He felt... strange. His body seemed to tingle, like every cell was reconfiguring. He swore he heard faint laughter echoing in the air, distant, but unmistakably mocking.

Before he could even process it, his room began to warp. The walls seemed to contract, the posters of atoms and molecules turning into athletic ones, with images of football players, basketball courts, and weightlifters replacing his beloved scientific displays. A strange heat spread through his body, like he was suddenly in the middle of a workout.

His body itself was changing. His arms grew thicker, more muscular, his once slender frame becoming broader and stronger. His clothes seemed to shrink as his muscles swelled, his jeans tightening around his quads and his shirt clinging to his newly developed pecs. His hair, once a soft brown that barely fell past his ears, now grew short and spiky, and his face changed too—more defined, sharper, with a hint of arrogance.

He stumbled in front of his mirror, his heart racing in confusion. The boy looking back at him wasn’t Cameron Hayes. The reflection was of someone else—tall, strong, and undeniably attractive. His face had lost its nerdy softness, replaced by a chiseled jawline and a confident smirk that Cameron had never worn before. And most bewildering of all: the name that he now saw written on the mirror was no longer "Cameron."

It was "Kyle."

A surge of memories flooded his mind—new ones that didn’t belong to him. He remembered his high school’s football team, the parties, the beer, the girls that surrounded him, and the constant urge to be the center of attention. His brain, once filled with complex scientific concepts, now held only simple things like winning games, lifting weights, and picking up chicks. He felt... dumb.

Cameron—no, Kyle—gazed in horror at his transformation. The old him, the geeky, intelligent Cameron, felt like a distant memory, lost in the haze of his new identity. His brain just didn’t care about science or biology anymore. What mattered now was sports, looking good, and impressing people.

As he stood there, confused yet strangely satisfied by his new reflection, his phone buzzed. It was a message from one of the jocks, no doubt someone who’d gotten a laugh out of this transformation. He read it:

"Bro, you look SO ready for the football game tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll show you how to throw a perfect spiral."

The words didn’t even faze him. Kyle just grinned, his mind only focused on the idea of tomorrow’s game. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cared about homework. Hell, he didn’t even want to know anything about biology anymore. All he wanted was to hang out with his jock friends, hit the gym, and be the life of the party.

As he grabbed a basketball from his new collection of sporty gear, Kyle felt a surge of energy course through him. His muscles flexed, his chest puffed out proudly, and his confidence was sky-high.

He didn’t need to worry about anything anymore—no homework, no classes, no biology notes. His new life was all about being the king of the school, playing sports, and dating hot girls. And he loved it.

When Kyle walked into school the next day, every head turned. His former friends—quiet, bookish kids—now seemed like distant strangers. They watched in awe and confusion as Kyle swaggered down the hallway, laughing with his fellow jocks and getting high-fives from everyone he passed. He didn’t even remember his old friends' names, nor did he care. They weren’t part of his new world.

The old Cameron was gone, replaced by Kyle the jock, and that was just fine with him. There was no turning back now.

By the time Kyle walked through the halls of his high school the next day, he felt completely at home in his new skin. The sensation of power, of confidence, was intoxicating. Every step he took, he felt more sure of himself, more right in this new role. The people he passed seemed to admire him, their eyes following him as he swaggered down the hallway.

As he approached his first class, he bumped into Madison, the most popular girl in school. With her long blonde hair, perfect smile, and reputation for dating only the top athletes, Madison was everything Cameron had once admired from a distance. Now, she was smiling at him, and her eyes had a sparkle that made Kyle feel like he was on top of the world.

"Hey, Kyle," Madison said, her voice low and flirtatious. "I saw you at the gym yesterday. You’re looking even bigger than last week."

Kyle grinned, puffing out his chest a little. "Yeah, just trying to stay ahead of the game, you know? Got to keep the muscles strong if I want to keep winning."

Madison giggled, her hand brushing his arm as if she was already claiming him. "I like a guy who works hard," she said, clearly impressed by his new look—and more so by his jock swagger.

Kyle’s new brain buzzed with excitement, and he leaned in a little, his voice oozing confidence as he responded, "Well, I don’t just work hard, babe, I dominate."

It felt so natural. Too natural.

Madison laughed again, this time a little more flirtatiously, and Kyle felt the old Cameron—deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind—shudder. But he didn’t care. He was Kyle now.

The bell rang, and as they made their way to class, Madison slid her arm through his, leaning in close to him as they walked. Kyle smiled smugly, enjoying the attention, enjoying the way people looked at them with envy.

Later that afternoon, Kyle met up with his jock buddies in the cafeteria, his tray piled high with a ridiculous amount of food. They were already at their usual table, laughing and tossing around their footballs. Kyle was one of the guys now, and it felt like he was finally where he belonged.

"Yo, Kyle!" Tom, the quarterback, shouted when Kyle walked up, slapping him on the back. "Madison was totally checking you out, man. You’ve got her hooked. She was practically drooling over you."

Kyle chuckled, running a hand through his freshly spiked hair. "Yeah, she’s been eyeing me for a while. What can I say? I’m irresistible."

His friends all laughed in agreement, nodding enthusiastically.

"Dude, you’ve got everything," another guy, Mike, added. "The muscles, the looks, the girls. Seriously, it’s like you were born to be a jock."

Kyle threw his head back, laughing, and for a moment, he actually felt like he was on top of the world. "Hell yeah, man. That’s because I don’t waste time on stupid stuff. I’ve got priorities, you know?"

The guys nodded in agreement, each of them trying to one-up each other with stories of parties, girls, and who’d bench-pressed the most at the gym.

Kyle’s new personality had already become a perfect fit for this crowd. He found himself throwing out one-liners about how much he hated studying, mocking anyone who wasn’t in sports, and bragging about how he could easily pick up a girl just by showing off his abs.

The old Cameron—the one who loved discussing the complexities of plant biology and how to identify different species of insects—seemed like a memory from a distant life. Now, he was the guy cracking jokes about how much homework he’d skipped or how much he could drink without puking.

And as the conversation shifted to tonight’s football game, Kyle grinned even wider. This was it. The peak of high school glory.

"After we crush these guys on the field, we’re gonna hit up Joey’s party," Kyle said with a smirk. "You know, get some drinks, talk to some babes. Maybe even let them take a selfie with me."

The guys laughed and cheered, high-fiving each other. They didn’t even seem to care that the game wasn’t for a few hours. They were all already living for the after-party, and that was enough.

And then, as if on cue, Madison showed up, leaning in from behind and slipping her arm around his waist. "Hey, Kyle," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready for tonight? You can show me how many push-ups you can do with me on top of you."

The table erupted in hoots and laughs, and Kyle felt an unfamiliar sense of pride flood him. Madison was his. She was smiling at him, wanting him, and all of his jock friends were jealous.

"Yeah," Kyle replied coolly, "I think tonight’s gonna be a good night."

And just like that, he realized: he didn’t care anymore. The old Cameron, the one who loved biology and was obsessed with books, was a distant, pointless memory. What mattered now was sports, muscles, parties, and making everyone around him know that he was the king of this school.

As Madison kissed him on the cheek, her fingers tracing his abs, Kyle couldn’t help but smirk. This was the life. And there was no going back. Not that he wanted to.

Are there any gay guys around 18-27 looking for a long term relationship around Cornell university?? Dm me if so

New York

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Diapered

Answer and Reblog To Find Mommy In Your Location

Where are you from?

What is your baby age ?

How do you love to be taken care of?

Answer and reblog , Someone from your location will definitely find you 😊

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Antworten und reloggen Sie, um Mama an Ihrem Standort zu finden

Woher kommst du?

Wie alt ist Ihr Baby?

Wie liebst du es, umsorgt zu werden?

Antworten und rebloggen. Jemand von Ihrem Standort wird Sie auf jeden Fall finden😊

I’m wearing 8 diapers so can’t imagine

You better pull those shorts up quickly or else everyone is going to get an eyeful of diaper. They’ll see you in your diaper and then everyone will know what a little diaper baby you who needs daddy to change his wet and messy diapers.

Yes please!

Reblog if you want a message from a random follower pretending to be a text from a family member

I gotta’ say… that’s a damn interesting idea.

Cute boy in pull-ups

Bondage Predicament Part2 Video

Someone do this to me pleas

I want to be underneath you 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🦶🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼🦶🏼

You were at a party with your friends, had a few drinks and met a couple of nice people. And then….

...you regain consciousness, but you can't move. Hypnotized, confused… In an unfamiliar place in someone else's smelly football uniform. You're aware of everything, but you can't move. You just stare blankly at the guy who brought you here, but his face blurs and you don't understand what he looks like… Your dick is pulling on your shorts and leaking, but you were forbidden to touch it..

then the guy orders, "Well, boy from the football team, suck me good," and your body obeys on autopilot.

Half an hour later, he fills your face with sperm and says, "Stay in this position until the sperm dries up. Then you're free" and goes away forever. Half an hour later, you're back in control of your body. What a horror! What was that?! You're looking around: You're in an unfamiliar hotel room… You're wearing unfamiliar clothes and no underwear. Horrified, you look in the mirror and see an idiotic haircut with bleached hair that wasn't there until recently and the remains of a stranger's sperm.. There's only one question in my head: What the hell happened?!

PS Hi guys :) A friend of mine advised me to post some short stories here from time to time to get rid of the longing. I hope you enjoy it

im gay and want a boyfriend

reblog if you are also gay and want a boyfriend

I know someone who does!!

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ABDL Punishment Experience:

These pictures were taken after being punishment by suppository. My daddy inserted 1 glycerin suppository into my butt then diapered me up in the usual M4. We then got ready and headed off on a shopping trip. Considering the place we were going was about a 20 minute car drive, the suppository had already started to work by the time we got there. About 10 minutes into shopping, I started getting abdominal cramps and the urge to mess my diaper was getting stronger. My daddy loves using this method of punishment because he enjoys watching my face as I try to beat the cramps and urge to go. After about 20 minutes of shopping the cramps got too much and I filled my diaper. The problem with suppositories is that they make you mess a lot so my diaper was extremely full. It was difficult not to waddle around with such a full diaper which was embarrassing as i’m already paranoid that people will notice my diaper already, let alone when it’s full! For about 45 minutes me and my daddy continued to shop where he’d instruct me to grab items from the lower shelves which required me to bend down therefore squishing the contents of the diaper around which was really unpleasant. Although the worse was yet to come…

After we’d finished grocery we packed the groceries into the car and started the 20 minute drive home which required me to sit in the messy diaper which was gross and the worse part about the punishment. I kept trying to sit in a comfortable position but it was impossible with such a full diaper. When we got home, I packed the shopping away and only once that was done could I get a change out of this very messy diaper.

- JackABDL

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Anyone know a Daddy thatll do this to me

Rabbit hole:

it all started with a simple tumblr post you ran across. it was a grown adult dressed up as a big baby with a giant diaper on and restrained in a high chair. it peeked you’re curiosity and eventually you caved in and started looking for more content like that. Soon enough you were checking out new post about abdl everyday and it started to really get you excited. Then you start gooning for hours on end jerking off to the idea of wearing a diaper just like the men you saw in all those post and wondering what it’d feel like. Once again your curiosity got to you and you went to a local store to buy some thin diapers that were almost like pull ups and even though it was on the thinner side it felt so amazing after pulling them up between your legs. That snug feeling of some padding between your thighs was everything you dreamt of. You managed to finally let go and wet it for the first time. The swelling up felt so natural, wet, and squishy. immediately you turn on your phone and start jerking off in your wet diaper gooning out to more content. Still this wasn’t enough for you. You finally had started looking for a dom or Daddy online to chat with. Soon enough you find a man who’s very interested in helping you explore your diaper fantasies. Your new Daddy was very dominant and strict. He knew just how to get in your head and make you feel little. You eventually started sending him pics of you in diaper with your face in them without really thinking about it cause he made you feel just so special. little to your knowledge he had been saving every single picture in a special file with your name on it. He insisted you partake in chastity and sent you a tiny cage that he immediately got you locked in. Your Daddy as well started getting large shipments of XL Diapers sent to you as well. Your closet was filled the brim at this point and your Daddy was only getting started. At this point you started to get a bit nervous about wearing the cage for super long and how thick these diapers were getting. You finally got the courage to talk to your Daddy about slowing things down a bit. This is when you found out he had all your pics saved, All your of your contacts, and he had no plans of letting you go. In Fact now you’re in chastity and thick’s diapers 24/7. You were so embarrassed with the idea of anyone finding out you were trapped in your daddies grasp now. eventually it became your normal. Just a Diaper Cuck with no way out and pissing away any manhood you had left in you.

Any one want to do this to me???

Diapered 24/7 OR ELSE!

Trap me in diapers this thick every day. No potty or chance of escaping. Punished, fined, blackmailed and exposed! Locked in chastity and monitored constantly. Strict rules and turned into a squirming diaper brain submissive. Always horny, always wet, always frustrated. Privacy removed, orgasms denied. Forced fed bottle after bottle, tummy as full as my pampers. Diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers diapers.

Think they’d be fun in some circumstances

Reblog if you want  ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks

*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG.  This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!

Need someone to say these to me irl

God, diaper humiliation is such a rush though…

“Just changed you x amount of time ago and you’re already wet again?”

“You’re such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.”

“You don’t have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.”

“Show Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re not dry. You never are for long.”

“No you’re not allowed to change. You’re just a baby. You’re not to be concerned about your little diapies. That’s Mommy’s/Daddy’s job.”

“Time for a diaper check baby. I don’t care if you didn’t go. You’re too little to be able to check on your own.”

“Go put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.”

“You’re so fucking wet and you love it don’t you?”

“Put some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you don’t forget what a little baby you are.”

“Piss yourself for me, like my little baby.”

“Tell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.”

“Mommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.”

“Oh you want to be sassy? There’s goes your opportunity for a change. That’s another hour for you. I don’t care if you leak.”

“Let’s see how much those can hold. I’m sure Mommy/Daddy’s little one can fill those up in no time.”

“No big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. “

“You’re not a baby? Why don’t you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.”

“Aww you leaked? That’s okie sweetheart that’s what happens to babies that can’t control when they potty.”

“You wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend you’re a big kid. Oh no, that’s not what you meant? I don’t care. Go. Now.”

“Go sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, don’t worry.”

“Go put on a diaper. I don’t trust you to keep those pants clean. You’re just a baby after all.”

“Aw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.”

“That diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.”

“Since you like to not do what you’re told so much, why don’t you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.”

“If you don’t want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?”

“I want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure you’re properly protected.”

“You can’t walk properly? Good. You can crawl.”

“You’re squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.”

“My baby had an accident? Aw aren’t you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?”

“Today is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.”

“Look at my baby trying to be all tough when you’re sitting there in a soaked diaper. You’re cute when you try to be all big.”

“It’s little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.”

“I said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.”

“I think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Don’t worry, your diapie will catch all your accidents”

“Yes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.”

“Are you trying to hide that you’re wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?”

“I know you’re wet. The question is, how wet?”

“Lay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.”

“I love my little potty prince/princess.”

“You look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?”

“Is my baby fussy? That’s get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you don’t get a choice.”

I really am and do

thanks to League of Padding for this great pic and the “reblog if…” caption suggestion to go with it! you can submit your’s too, here.

Reblog if you want  ‘Diaper Checks’ or ‘Stop, Drop, and Potty’ asks

*Make sure your anonymous asks are on* Diaper Checks: -Anyone can send one at any time -If you get an ask that says “Diaper check!” or similar, you must reblog with the status of your pants or diaper, no cheating and no exceptions. Alternatively, If you get an ask that says “Stop, Drop, and Potty” you must go to the bathroom in whatever you are wearing the moment you see the message, as you would with a CG.  This is harder than it sounds! Only for wearers up to the challenge and the embarassment!