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Love ❤ Socks

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.

Need someone to make me tjis

I wish it was me

Dumb baby had to go back to daycare.

Billy semi-hated his sisters new punk boyfriend. There was just the cocky attitude about him that he didn’t care for not to mention that he was only 5’10 and his sister’s boyfriend Luke was 6’4, always towering over him. The only thing Billy was drawn to was the 19 year old’s size 12’s and his foot smell. Every time Luke took his shoes off, the smell would fill the room. His sister had complained a couple times on it but Luke didn’t seem to take notice or change his behavior.  The three of them were in the den area with Jenny, Billy’s sister, coming in and out of the room to help their mom in the kitchen. Billy was originally on the couch watching some movie when Luke came in and sat down opposite of him. He had slipped off his shoes and after a short while, after Jen had exited the room, lifted his big bare feet up, and plopped them in his lap.  Billy could already smell them after the shoe were slipped off but it was now more apparent as they were right under his nose. Luke lifted one foot up, pushed it against Billy’s chest some, and said,”Hey, my feet are kinda tired. I need a foot massage.” The smell already getting him exited but he couldn’t blow his cover, responded,” Hell no, I’m not rubbing your rank feet.”  Luke grinned, easily lifting one foot up, and pressing it against Billy’s face. Billy watched the hulking foot press against his nose, pushing him back into the armrest as he heard Luke sarcastically say,”Awe, you mean this foot? Guess you want me to rub them in your face then since you don’t want to give them a massage.” Billy pushed the huge foot away but Luke quickly brought it back, lifting his other one up, pressing both against his face. Billy felt the pressure and his nose rub against the soles as his view was engulfed. He breathed in the baked foot smell of the HS senior as he felt the bare soles rub over his face. Billy grunted out and Luke responded,”How do my feet smell?” Billy managed to pull one of them down and croaked out,”Fucking stink.” He then saw his sister come back into the room and grab a chair. Billy tried to put up more of a fight against the huge feet as Luke wasn’t letting up. She looked over at Luke had said half teasing,”You know your feet stink and you’re going to make him sick right.”  He responded,”Hey, he didn’t want to give me a foot massage so he opted for this instead.”  Billy wrestled with them for several more minutes and managed to keep his feet down in his lap just as their mom popped her head in asking for Jenn to help her with their neighbor next door. Jenn looked over at Luke and said,”Give me like 15 or 20 min then we can go.”  She got up and followed her mom out as Billy slightly relaxed. Luke turned his attention back to him, quickly shoved his 12’s back into his face, and said,”Keep smelling.” The soles consumed his entire face, covering him in foot odor as he lay there letting the bottoms rub against his nose. Billy inhaled as Luke rubbed his toes against his nostrils. ”Yah, fucking like that don’t you? Like my foot smell all in your face.” Billy got momentarily scared and tried pushing one foot away, stammering,”I don’t…” Luke quieted him up by covering his face again. “Shut up. Anyone would have bolted from the couch by now but you’re just staying there taking it. You’re loving this.”  Luke rubbed his bare feet into Billy’s face more persistently waiting for confirmation. When he didn’t get one, he squeezed Billy’s nose with his toes, and asked again. “Yes,” Billy reluctantly answered. Luke laughed at him and moved one set of toes down, slightly pushing them in “Lick.” Billy did. He licked between the punks toes, tasting the saltiness of them. Luke continued teasing him for several more minutes till he ordered him to put his shoes on. As Billy did, Luke said,”Looks like I got myself a new slave.” Luke stood up and looked down at him and ordered,”Get down and kiss my feet good bye.”  Billy knelt down, replying ‘yes master’ , and gave each shoe a few kisses each. “Good slave boy. You’ll be worshipping them again soon.”

Please come control me with those soxks make my face your foot rest amd my mouth your washing machine

Nike gym socks

Living in Your Shame

This work is a piece of fiction intended exclusively for consenting adults aged 18 years and over. This material should not be accessed, read, or viewed by individuals under 18. By proceeding to read this work, you certify that you are at least 18 years of age and consent to viewing adult-themed material. All characters depicted within this work are adults aged 18 years and older. Terms and phrases used to describe characters are part of an adult role-playing scenario. The author does not endorse or promote any illegal activities, and this work is meant solely for entertainment purposes among consenting adults.

Let's be honest. You don't deserve big girl panties anymore. You don't even deserve pull-ups. You've pissed the bed four times already this week, and you've had two daytime accidents as well. We tried potty training, kiddo, and it just isn't working out for you. I think it's time we give up on it entirely and just put you back in diapers. I mean honestly, that's what you really want, isn't it? Why else would you so helplessly and pathetically fill your panties like a fucking toddler all the time? I mean come on, are you really that much of a baby? What, you just can't hold it anymore? Aww, poor baby just can't make it to the potty on time. Well, that's alright sweetie, that's why we're putting you back in diapers, so you never have to worry about making it on time again. You can just squat and fill your diapers wherever you are, no matter what you're doing. Sure, everyone around you will stare and probably even laugh, but you deserve that kind of humiliation for being such a pathetic fucking loser.

Aww, what's the matter, is baby gonna cry? Look at that, you can't even stop your tears from welling up. Go ahead, cry for Daddy, let's see those tears and your best widdle pout. Be a good girl for Daddy. 'Atta girl, go ahead and prove to Dada what a pathetic little shameful girl he's really dealing with here. God, there you go. You're really doing it, crying right away on request like an obedient little pet. You really are too far gone at this point. And now your cheeks are all red because I'm calling you out. Well good, you deserve to hear what a good little praise slut you are for Dada, always doing whatever you're told without question. No matter how much you fuss, I always know you'll give in because deep down, we both know this is what you really want. You need it. You crave it.

That's right, a grown woman like you craves being treated like a child. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would your family, friends, and colleagues think? Let's be honest, we know they'd all be ashamed of you. And why does that turn you on, knowing how deep the sense of shame goes? I think it's because you're even more perverted than Dada is. You get off to the shame and humiliation, and at this point, you just can't live without it. This is who you are now, and that's why we're going to grab all your big girl panties and cut them up with scissors before throwing them away. You won't be needing them ever again. From now on, it's diapers full-time, baby girl.

Plleaseeee

AlphaKingAlbert

The new office faggot learned it's place really fast. On its very first day it was called into a Superior's office and into a private break room by two different Men and was made to get on its knees and take off their dress shoes and massage, sniff, kiss and worship their sweat socked feet. They both told the fag this would be a regular, daily task it would perform for all the Men in the office. Eventually its humiliation and degradation would increase through other acts it would have to perform for them. Two of the Bosses discussed having it lay under a different Man's desk daily to serve as Their footstool and dress shoe and sock slave. They thought this would also be good because the faggot could serve as the Men's urinal so they wouldn't have to leave their desks while they were performing Their important work. The possibilities were endless really. And the fag's iron clad sign-on contract didn't allow it to leave the company so that guaranteed the Men constant entertainment, service, and the release of work stress through their use, abuse, humiliation and degradation of the fag.

SIMPLE ENOUGH CHALLENGE, REPOST THIS, YOU WILL GET EMBARRASSING QUESTIONS POSTED, YOU HAVE TO ANSWER YES TO THEM AND POST THE ANSWER PUBLICLY.

cw: ab/dl, md/lb, humiliation,

"Go wait upstairs for me baby, pull out a diaper and lay on the bed. Don't do anything else until I come upstairs."

My eyes follow my sweet baby boy until I can only hear his footsteps up the carpet stairs and the door shutting. I busy myself tidying up the mess we left from dinner, throwing out our trash, and putting our dishes in the sink. I can only do my best to hide my excitement at the thought of my brain-dead baby waiting upstairs for me.

Once I figured we were tidied enough I slowly and quietly make my way upstairs, hoping to find my baby misbehaving, any excuse for a punishment. We both find punishments fun, oddly enough. I push open the bedroom door to find a perfectly behaved, obediently waiting baby; diaper laid down and little legs crossed. "Good job baby, you did so well listening to my directions..." I cooed. He smiles stupidly up at me and I crawl across the bed and move to take his sweats and boxers off. He lifts his hips to help me and I pull his clothing all the way down, off his ankles so he lays bottomless in bed.

I pull apart the diaper, taking my time, but noting the excitement in his eyes as the plastic material crinkles in my hands. I adjust the tabs to ensure ease of use and start guiding the diaper toward his bottom. On reflex, he lifts his hips for me to place it beneath him and helps me situate it in the right spot. I push his hips back down, seeing him smile as the diaper crinkles beneath him.

Before I can even pull the padding up between his thighs he gets hard. I made quick work of securing his diaper, pulling the tabs tight to make sure he doesn't leak. He knows he won't get out of them until I decide he's ready to be changed tonight. Once secure, I pat his hip to let him know he can get up.

"You did such a good job baby. Can you sit up for Mommy?" He does as he's asked and I pull him toward me and make him face the full-length mirror beside the bed. "Look at you baby... what do you see?"

He hesitates and finds my eyes in the mirror and looks away quickly before saying "Me and Mommy..."

"That's a good boy... you know what else I see?"

"What?" His inquisitive eyes find mine in the mirror once more.

"I see a pathetic grown man who gets off on being put in diapers by a woman who's half his size. What would your friends think if they saw you like this?" I punctuate the question with a gentle smack on his bottom, just enough to create an audible diaper crinkle.

He lowers his head in dog-like submission and nods at me, diverting his eyes from my gaze.

"They'd make fun of you, wouldn't they baby? You pretend to be a big strong man but look at you now..." I take hold of his chin and make him look at himself in the mirror. "Look at you baby, so weak. You're calling me Mommy and wearing a diaper, all because I told you to."

He nods again, taking in his reflection in the mirror. He recognizes that if anyone caught him like this he wouldn't ever live it down. I reach around to the front of his diaper to feel him, still hard, enjoying the humiliation. I smirk at him in the mirror and he drops his head in submission once again.

"Now, do you want to play video games with Mommy? We can play our new favorite game together... how does that sound?"

He looks up and nods eagerly, a smile crossing his face with glassy eyes. "Can I put my pants back on Mommy..?" He asks hesitantly, already knowing my answer.

"No baby, I want you to sit in just your diaper and play the game with me so I can check you easily whenever I need to. Do you understand baby?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"Good boy, I'm going to get my things set up downstairs so we can play, are you going to be okay up here all by yourself?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"That's my good boy. Go on, get ready to play. I'll be downstairs." I say as I move to get off the bed. I head to the door and close it behind me, trusting him to behave on his own. We both settle into our game together and after about 20 minutes I ask to take a quick break so I can run to the restroom.

"I have to pee too..." I hear him say quietly.

"Well you're lucky baby, do you know why?"

"Yes..." He hesitates to say, not wanting to use the word diaper.

"Why is that baby? Use your words." I press.

"Because I'm wearing a diaper..." He almost whispers.

"That's right baby, good job. You can go to the bathroom any time you want, aren't you lucky!"

I stand and head to the bathroom and on my way back I decide to check on my sweet baby. I make my way up the stairs to find him patiently waiting for me to return to our game, hands folded in his lap. As I walk into the room he looks up at me and smiles stupidly, eyes completely vacant. I cross to him and reach down to feel his diaper. It's wet and warm and almost completely soaked.

"Good job baby, you made such a mess in your diaper... come here." I pull him out of his chair and make him follow me to the bed and I crawl in, pulling him into my arms. "You did such a good job making a mess for Mommy, you know what would please Mommy even more?" I say as I start to pull off my shorts and panties under the blankets.

"What Mommy?"

"If you'd get on your hands and knees and eat Mommy out until she cums on your face baby... go on, do as your told..." He moves until he's settled between my thighs and puts his mouth to my already sensitive clit and starts lapping at it.

"Fuck baby, that feels so good... you're doing such a good job already... good boy..."

Reblog if you….

NOTE: This little story features forced mental regression, unethical behavior, and dubious consent, all of which are definitely NOT what people should do in real life. Please keep in mind that this is fantasy ONLY!

It's like I've always said. Half of life may be about finding your own success, but the other half is keeping other people from fighting over you while you do it.

Take Sheila and Carol, for instance. See 'em there? Yep, that's my wife on the right, and my secretary on the left. Or rather, that's who they were before things went south – before they started whining and fighting and griping about how I was spending too much time with the other. Which was entirely silly and illogical, of course. I mean, how is it my fault if two lovely women both want to be intimate with me at the same time?

I managed it for awhile, you know. For maybe a year it went on: keeping the wife happy with presents and vacations and a good fuck once or twice a week. Then heading to the office, where Carol was waiting with a flirty smile on her lips and a pair of damp panties just begging to be torn off. And yeah, I told her right at the start that I was married – but that didn't bother her one bit. "Forbidden fruit tastes fucking sweet, Jerry," she giggled… before parting her lips and practically gagging on my poised and ready cock.

But then… well, you know how it goes. Jealousy is a real bitch, and so were both of them by the time last Christmas came around. It was "why aren't you going to Cancun with me?" this, and "but you promised we'd take a cruise this holiday!" that. And honestly, after awhile I simply couldn't take it anymore.

Oh, don't bother asking how I did it. It wasn't me, really. It was a very special therapy and retraining center out in California – one that maybe isn't the most well-known, but that certainly knows how to get shit done. Sure, it did cost me half of last year's bonus to keep them there for the entire six-month regimen, and even more once you add the cost of the nursery remodeling and hiring those two maids to take care of them and all the clothes and diapers and formula they go through. But damn, if it wasn't worth it in the end!

Look at 'em now. See them playing so happy and sweet in their nursery? To see them crawling and babbling away now, you'd think they were best friends their entire lives! They play together, get fed together, take naps together… and yeah even get their diapers changed together. Heck, half the time I come to visit, I catch them humping each other like the horniest adult-sized babies you ever did see.

But what about you?, some folks might ask incredulously. What on earth could you possibly get out of having the two women in your life reduced to half-naked, drooling, oversized babies? What a silly question! Here, just watch and I'll show you why…

"Hey, sweeties! Come on, who wants a taste of Daddy's special ba-ba?"

See? Look at them staring at us! Watch how they come crawling and waddling over, dropping their pacifiers in their hurry! And just like that, look: they're ready to play, gaping and drooling, mindlessly begging me to fill their silly open mouths. And of course I will – like the good husband and boss and daddy I am. First one, and then the other, and then back again…

See what I mean? Now that everyone has learned to share, we're all just so much happier!

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

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Wheres his diaper and daddy?

Declaration of Consent - Annex to ABDL Caretaker Agreement

The following is an example for a very detailed declaration of consent which may be used in combination with the ABDL Caretaker Agreement to determine which types of actions may be performed with implied consent unless you declare otherwise. While it cannot be guaranteed that the legal authorities in your country actually deem such declaration valid in all regards, it may at least serve as a guideline and may help you to determine the extent of your respective responsibilities. Please read it carefully and adapt it to your needs. Be responsible and treat it as if it were a binding agreement. 

I. Preamble

By virtue of the following declaration, I _________________________, grant my caretaker _______________________ and his/her designated representatives, the powers and authorizations required for the execution of the AB/DL caretaker agreement we have signed on _________________.

The goal of said agreement and of this declaration is to establish a long-term relationship in which we will assume the roles of caretaker and adult baby. In the course of this relationship, my caretaker shall treat me like a diaper dependent baby and shall subject me to a strict diaper training regimen.

Since it is my wish to experience the dependency and helplessness of a little baby that is incapable of forming an opinion, this declaration shall grant my caretaker all powers and authorizations that are required for this purpose.

Until I expressly declare otherwise, I wish to be bound by the provisions contained in this declaration and waive my corresponding rights and personal freedoms, until I withdraw my consent in accordance with the general provisions of this declaration (Section II, § 3).

For further clarification, I have compiled a list of measures and treatments, to which I hereby consent in advance, in order to forego the need to expressly confirm my consent when these measures are about to be applied.

Insofar as it does not violate the limits set out in this declaration and in the corresponding caretaker agreement, any action or treatment falling within the scope of what I have provided for in this declaration, shall be deemed as consented to, unless I expressly declare otherwise.

II. General Provisions

§ 1 – Scope and purpose of the waiver

By virtue of this declaration, I waive, for the purpose of my babyfication and diaper training, all rights and responsibilities in regard to all aspects of my daily life listed below, and grant my caretaker absolute authority in these regards, for as long as this declaration and the corresponding caretaker contract are in force.

This authority may only be exercised in accordance with the limits and restrictions set out in said agreement and may not be exercised in any manner that would be contrary to public policy or in violation of the laws applicable at my place of residence or at the place where the respective treatment is to take place.

§ 2 – Revocability and Modifiability

I am aware that I cannot legally forfeit my personal freedoms and my legally protected rights and that I have the power to alter or withdraw this declaration or any part thereof at any time and for any reason whatsoever.

I am further aware, that I may alter or withdraw my consent to any of the measures and treatments listed below under any circumstances and for any reason whatsoever.

With this in mind, I hereby declare that I wish to be bound by the provisions of this declaration and treated accordingly, until I expressly declare the contrary. Unless I declare otherwise, I wish to be treated in the manner described therein, and consent to all treatments I have specified, provided that they comply with the limits set out in the caretaker agreement and in this declaration.

§ 3 – Declaration of withdrawal or modification

In case that I wish to alter or withdraw any part of this declaration or that I wish to declare the lack of my consent to any treatment I am about to receive, I will use the following signals in order to make sure that what I am about to say is not misunderstood as utterances of displeasure within the confines of my role:

1. “Time Out” (or, if I am unable to speak: forming a T with my hands)

By using this signal, I indicate that I wish to take all current activities on hold in order to speak without the limits and restrictions of my role, and that I have something to declare which may affect the treatment I am about to receive. When this signal is used, the caretaker may not exercise any powers or authorizations provided by this declaration or by the caretaker agreement until I had the opportunity to speak freely.

2. “Game Over” (or, if I am unable to speak: throat-cutting gesture)

By using this signal, I indicate that I withdraw my consent and that I wish to stop all activities and all current restrictions until I declare otherwise. Until I expressly confirm that I wish to continue, all authorizations are on hold and may not be exercised under any circumstances.

§ 4 – Right of termination in case of withdrawal

I am aware that the powers listed below are necessary to provide my caretaker with the authority that is required for the effective execution of the caretaker agreement.

Therefore, I hereby grant my caretaker the right to terminate said contract in case of any alteration or withdrawal of this declaration or its provisions made without his/her consent that would render him/her incapable of performing his/her duties under said agreement.

This right may only be exercised after all attempts to reach an understanding and to agree on alternate provisions have failed.

III. Waiver and Declaration of Consent

In accordance with these general provisions, I hereby make the following declarations of my own volition and free from any undue influence or force:

1) I consent to be forced to wear diapers at all times.

I hereby waive the right to wear any underwear except diapers and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to ensure that I stay diapered at all times.

For this purpose, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- take away all my underwear except diapers

- punish me whenever I refuse to wear diapers or whenever I try to remove my diaper without permission

- prevent removal of worn diapers by use of lockable clothing items (e.g. locking plastic pants or onesies) or restraints (e.g. locking mittens)

- check my diaper at any time to make sure it has not been tampered with

- restrain me when putting me in diapers and during diaper changes so that I cannot resist being diapered

- try to create an emotional dependence on diapers by applying stimuli that make me associate wearing diapers with comfort, security and pleasure, and not wearing them with pain and discomfort

- convince me that being seen in diapers is nothing to be afraid of (e.g. by frequent outings in barely concealed diapers)

- convince me that I am already diaper dependent and no longer have any other option but to stay in diapers

2) I consent to be deprived of all potty privileges.

I hereby waive the right to choose how and when to relieve myself and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to ensure that I have no other choice but to use my diapers for their intended purposes under any circumstances.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- make all toilets and bathrooms inaccessible

- prevent me from removing my diaper without permission

- punish me for any attempt to avoid using my diapers (preferably in a manner that forces me to use them)

3) I consent to be diaper trained.

I hereby waive the right to remain continent and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to diaper train me so that I give up all control over my bladder and bowels until I am fully diaper dependent and unable to go without them.

In particular, they may do the following to achieve this result, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- ensure that I use my diaper as often as possible by means of increased fluid intakes, diuretics, laxatives and special diets (letting me know of these measures is not required, provided that all medical limits are observed and that there is no risk of physical harm)

- check my diaper throughout the day and punish me, if I have not used it adequately

- make me listen to incontinence hypnosis in order to cause bedwetting and loss of bladder and bowel control

- make me doubt my remaining continence (e.g. by setting me up to have accidents) and convince me that I am already too diaper dependent to ever regain my potty training

- condition me to give up control by applying stimuli that make me subconsciously associate letting go in my diaper with pleasure and comfort and holding it in with pain and discomfort, until I unconsciously refrain from exercising such control

- train me to keep my sphincter muscles in a relaxed state for prolonged periods of time, e.g. by making me do reverse kegel exercises (inflatable plugs and similar devices may be used to actively facilitate this process for the anal sphincters)

- prevent me from exercising control over my bladder and bowels for a certain amount of time by use of catheters, hollow buttplugs, and/or similar devices (long-term use is restricted; catheters may only be used for up to five consecutive days with at least two weeks of rest between each application; buttplugs may only be used for up to 12 hours per day, or for up to 24 hours followed by at least two days of rest)

4) I consent to have my freedom of movement and my physical abilities restricted.

I hereby waive the right to maintain my freedom of movement and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to restrain me and to limit my physical abilities whenever they deem it appropriate.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- confine me to my crib, a play pen or similar areas suitable for a baby

- restrain me to prevent me from interfering with their care (e.g. when being fed or during diaper changes)

- restrain me to render me incapable of performing certain actions on my own, so that I have to rely on them like an actual baby (e.g. with padded mittens, spreader-bars, etc.)

- use restraints when administering a punishment so that I cannot interfere with it

- use pacifier gags or similar devices to keep my mouth occupied and to ensure that I stay silent when it is required

5) I consent to be deprived of all privacy towards my caretaker and his/her representatives.

I hereby waive my right to privacy and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to make sure that I am supervised at all times.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- supervise me at all times or employ baby sitters and other personnel to do so in their stead

- accompany me at all times or make me go with them whenever possible

- use baby monitors or similar devices to check on me under any circumstances

- check the state of my diaper and make me give true feedback concerning its usage, regardless of the circumstances

- access any part of my body in any way they like whenever they deem it necessary

- track my location and my activities by use of suitable tracking devices and/or software

6) I consent to be humiliated.

I hereby waive the right to be treated in a respectful manner and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to tease me and to force me into humiliating situations.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent, until I expressly declare otherwise:

- tease me, e.g. for looking and behaving like a baby, for needing diapers, for being too immature, etc.

- make me humiliate myself (e.g. by forcing me to beg for something in a babyish manner or by forcing me to behave like an infant)

- humiliate me by treating me in an exceptionally babyish manner (even in presence of other people)

- make me have accidents or leaks in public (e.g. being fed laxatives before going out; going out while wearing a diaper with punctured outer layer)

- make me use my diaper on command (even with other people watching)

- dress me in a humiliating manner (e.g. noticeable diaper bulge, diaper showing above waistband, childish clothes, accessories indicating my babyhood, etc.)

- force me to touch and smell my used diapers by wrapping them around my head as a diaper hood (even messy ones)

- write humiliating things on my skin or my diaper (may be hard to wash off, but only temporary in nature; must be concealable when at work or in public)

- reveal the fact that I need to wear diapers, provided that my identity is protected and that it happens in a socially acceptable manner (e.g. to the store personnel when buying new diapers)

- make up a reason, why I need to wear diapers and force me to confirm it when someone asks about my diapers

- make me post pictures or reports concerning my new life or the punishments I receive online, provided that my identity remains protected and that my name and my face are not revealed

7) I consent to receive corporal punishments.

I hereby waive my right to be free from corporal punishments and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to discipline me by inflicting physical pain or discomfort, insofar as it complies with the limits set out in the caretaker agreement and that there is no danger of causing any serious or long-lasting harm.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- spank me on my bare/diapered bottom and/or my thighs (with hand, hairbrush or paddle; harsher devices such as tawse, cane or belt may be used only in extraordinarily severe cases)

- cause painful cramps by administering large enemas, suppositories or high doses of laxatives and by preventing me from relieving myself for a certain amount of time (additional ingredients may be added to make it more painful, e.g. glycerin, etc.; medical limits need to be observed)

- force me to remain in a used diaper until I suffer from diaper rash (proper aftercare required; long-term damage must be avoided)

- fill my diaper with things that cause pain or discomfort (e.g. stinging nettles, inserts with spikes, etc.)

- cause pain or discomfort by stretching my anal sphincter with large plugs or similar objects (either by repeatedly inserting them or by forcing me to retain them for several hours); damage to sphincter and colon must be avoided at all costs

8) I consent to be restricted in my sexual autonomy.

I hereby waive my right to choose under which circumstances and in which manner I may be subjected to sexual stimulation, and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to either withhold or inflict such sexual stimulation at their discretion.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- prevent me from pleasuring myself and keep me in chastity (e.g. with a fitting chastity device or by means of restraints)

- prevent me from accessing my genitals and punish me for any attempt to stimulate them

- stimulate my genitals directly or indirectly (e.g. through a diaper) and use appropriate devices (e.g. sex toys, vibrators, etc.) to administer such stimulation

- administer anal stimulation and/or prostate massages

- bring me to the edge and leave me frustrated

- force me to orgasm several times in a row

- use sexual stimulation as an incentive to facilitate my diaper training (e.g. stimulation only in fully used diapers)

9) I consent to have almost all aspects of my daily life decided for me.

I hereby waive all rights and responsibilities in regard to the following aspects of my daily life and grant my caretaker absolute authority in these regards within the scope set out in the caretaker agreement and in accordance with the following provisions:

a. Appearance

b. Personal Hygiene

c. Sustenance & Diet

d. Fitness & Physical Health

e. Recreational Activities

f. Finances

g. Living Conditions

a. Appearance

I hereby waive the right to determine my outer appearance and the right to alter it in any way without permission of my caretaker.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects:

- Clothes & Accessories (including diapers & all baby gear)

- Hairstyle & Hair Color (including wigs, extensions, etc.)

- Makeup & Cosmetics

- Scents & Fragrances (including fragrant products like baby powder etc.)

I hereby grant my caretaker the authority to make any alterations that do not violate the limits set out in the caretaker agreement and vow to abide by them until he/she decides otherwise.

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- dress and undress me (by force if necessary)

- diaper me and dress me in plastic pants and other baby gear (type and number of diapers and inserts is chosen by caretaker)

- force me to visibly wear certain items or accessories (even if they belong to the opposite sex or indicate my babyhood)

- expose any part of my body or my diaper (insofar as it does not violate any limit and is performed in a socially acceptable manner)

- have my hair cut, styled, dyed or otherwise modified

- have my facial hair trimmed or removed

- have my body hair removed and its regrowth prevented

- apply makeup, nail polish and other cosmetic products

- treat me with fragrant products or fragrant substances (even unpleasant smells are allowed)

However, none of these measures may be applied in any way that would violate the limits set out in the caretaker agreement, in particular the provisions concerning the right to maintain a professional appearance in all work-related matters and the safeguards required when in public.

b. Personal Hygiene

I hereby waive the right to provide for my personal hygiene and fully submit to the care provided by my caretaker and his/her representatives in this regard.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects:

- Diaper Changes (including clean up)

- Taking care of bodily waste (including soiled clothes and diapers)

- Diaper Checks

- Baths & Showers

- Dental Hygiene

- Skin Care (Creams, Lotions, Powders, etc.)

I hereby authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to take all necessary steps to ensure my personal hygiene and vow to submit to their care without attempting to provide for it myself without their permission.

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- check my diaper under any circumstances (even in public and without giving prior notice)

- change my diaper and properly clean my diaper area (even in public, provided that it takes place in a socially acceptable manner, e.g. in a public changing room)

- force me to remain in a used diaper until they decide that I need a change

- wash and clean any part of my body in any manner they deem necessary (by force if required)

- brush my teeth and apply other forms of dental care

- apply skin care products to any part of my body (type and amount is determined by caretaker)

- deny me certain measures as punishment, provided that there is no risk of causing any long-term harm (e.g. less diaper changes, no protection against diaper rash)

c. Sustenance & Diet

I hereby waive the right to choose how to sustain myself and grant my caretaker and his/her representatives absolute authority in this regard, provided that I receive all necessary nutrients to stay fit and healthy.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to choose which types of food and drinks are to be consumed under which circumstances

- the right to determine which amounts of which foods and drinks are to be consumed

- the right to choose in which state the food and the drinks are to be consumed (e.g. after putting the food through a blender)

- the manner in which food and drinks are to be consumed (e.g. via bottle/sippy cup; fed by caretaker; etc.)

- the right to determine which ingredients are used for the preparation of my food and my drinks (dietary requirements and medical limits must be observed)

I fully submit to my caretaker and his/her representatives in this regard and authorize them to ensure that I am sustained in a way that is suitable for a healthy adult baby.

In particular, they may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- prevent me from feeding myself (use of restraints is allowed) and feed me instead (by force, if necessary)

- make me feed myself in a babyish way (e.g. only using my hands)

- force me to eat and drink what I am given, regardless of the taste and the ingredients

- restrict may access to any other types of food and drinks than the ones provided by them

- enforce a diet designed to facilitate my diaper training (e.g. lots of fiber, fruits, foods containing large amounts of water, etc.)

- mix diuretics, laxatives or similar substances into my food and into my drinks to facilitate my diaper training and to erode my trust in my continence (this may be done without my knowledge, but only within the recommended dosages and not on a regular basis)

d. Fitness & Physical Health

I hereby waive my right to determine how and under which conditions I exercise, and grant my caretaker absolute authority in this regard. He/she may establish a fitness regimen suitable for my needs and enforce it with the means of discipline provided in the caretaker agreement.

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- put me on a diet, until I reach optimal weight

- force me to work out and exercise the way they tell me to (this may even take place in public or in a fitness studio)

- check my weight, my BMI, my vitals, etc.

- discipline me if I start to slack off

e. Recreational Activities

I hereby waive my right to choose how I spend my free time and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to ensure that all my activities are suitable for the adult baby that I am.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to use entertainment items or media that are not suitable for a young child

- the right to decide which toys, which entertainment items and which media may be used under which circumstances

- the right to decide which activities I may or may not partake in during my free-time

- the right to choose where and when to partake in which activities

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- replace all entertainment items, media files or toys that are not suitable for a young child with more appropriate alternatives (e.g. baby toys)

- install parental locks on all electronic devices insofar as they are not needed for work

- plan outings and outdoor activities without my knowledge and surprise me with whatever they have planned for me

- make me partake in babyish activities such as playing with baby toys, watching pre-school tv, etc.

- organize playdates with other ABDLs and their respective caretakers

- prevent me from going out without supervision

- prevent me from engaging in any non-permitted activities

- force me to engage in activities that I do not like (e.g. ballet, etc.) as if they actually were my hobby

f. Finances

I hereby waive the right to govern my own financial matters and to exercise control over my own property and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to do so in my stead, provided that they govern it with my benefit in mind.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to access my bank accounts or to use any other means of obtaining money

- the right to choose which amounts of money I may spend for which purposes

- the right to establish any contractual obligations with other persons

- the right to decide how my property is used and whether or not I may keep it or whether or not I have to dispose of it

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- limit my financial recourses to a small allowance that barely covers my daily needs

- insist that I am too immature to buy things on my own and make me depend on them to get what I need

- take hold of my bank accounts and my money and prevent me from making any unpermitted dispositions in regard to my property (their powers are limited to proper maintenance and may not be used to my financial disadvantage)

- get rid of property that I no longer need and replace it with more suitable alternatives (if the items are valuable, they have to ensure that I receive proper compensation)

g. Living Conditions

I hereby waive the right to maintain my own lodgings and authorize my caretaker and his/her representatives to alter my living conditions in any way they see fit that does not violate the limits of the caretaker agreement or of this declaration and does not interfere with my professional obligations.

This waiver includes but is not limited to the following aspects and privileges:

- the right to live on my own and maintain separate lodgings

- the right to determine where I live and in which kind of lodgings I reside

- the right to determine how my lodgings are furnished and how they are designed

- the right to keep my own furniture (e.g. furniture that is not designed for a baby)

In particular, my caretaker and his/her representatives may do the following, to which I hereby consent until I expressly declare otherwise:

- find more suitable lodgings for my care and force me to move in with them

- replace my furniture with more suitable baby furniture in my size

- turn my room into a nursery

- force me to get rid of my previous lodgings

IV. Limits

None of the declarations listed above may be interpreted in any manner that would allow my caretaker or his/her representatives to either do or cause me to do any of the following:

- activities that may be considered illegal or indecent at the place of my residence or at the place where the respective action is to be performed

- activities that would reveal the nature of this relationship and anything relating to its contents and to my diaper fetish to people who may know of my identity, unless I have given express permission to do so

- activities that would reveal my identity to people who know about my diaper wearing habits or my diaper fetish, unless I have given express permission to do so

- activities that would risk to interfere with my career and/or my professional obligations, insofar as I am employed and/or pursuing a career

- activities that may cause any serious or long-term harm

- activities that are intended to be to my financial disadvantage and dispositions in regard to my property for which there is no proper compensation

V. Duration

All of these provisions and declarations shall remain in force and binding until I declare otherwise in accordance with the general provisions of this declaration.

_______________________ _______________________________

         Place and Date                            Signature of the charge

The following is a corresponding declaration of the caretaker in which he/she declares to abide by all provisions and to respect the limits and responsibilities that come with the relationship.

Annex 2 – Declaration of Compliance (Caretaker)

I, ________________________, hereby declare that I have read and understood all my responsibilities as a caretaker and vow to properly take care of my charge __________________________ so that he/she may thrive and become a healthy and well-behaved adult baby.

I further declare that I have understood the extent of the powers granted by my charge and acknowledge that he/she may withdraw his/her consent regarding any part of these authorizations at any time and under any circumstances without any need for a reason or justification. In case of such withdrawal, I vow to respect his/her wishes and promise to refrain from any undue influence or force that may prevent him/her from exercising his/her right to end this relationship.

I vow to abide by all limits and restrictions stipulated in the caretaker agreement and in the corresponding declaration of consent and promise to exercise my powers and authorities with caution to avoid any risk of violating these limits.

Correspondingly, I vow to ensure that all representatives and all other parties involved in this relationship are subject to the same restrictions and that they maintain secrecy regarding the nature and the details of this relationship.  

_______________________ _______________________________

         Place and Date                            Signature of Caretaker

Plain breifs are the right underwear for a fag right?

More of the same …but with my moose camo sleeper. 

When your friend on the opposing soccer team wins the game and knows you have a weakness for his feet, of course he’s going to rub his victory in your face with his them. Naturally showing you who the better alpha player is. Making you kiss the bottom of his cleats, removing them from his feet, and ordering you to give him a foot massage. Him rubbing his smelly soccer socks all over your face for a bit before telling you to remove them. Him sitting back as you sniff his warm, hot bare soles, kissing the bottoms of them in respect.  Eventually massaging the bottoms with your tongue against his soft pads and in between his toes. He sits back and relaxes proclaiming his victory over you, finally ordering you on the floor beneath him as he rests his feet on top of you. One pair of toes playing with your nose and tongue as the other plays with your hardon under your nylon shorts, not letting up until you can’t hold back any longer. 

Can this happem to me pla

Miles opted to stay behind when his college roommate Eric was heading up to the store to help his mom. Miles was still with them for the week and hadn’t gotten much time with his roommates younger brother’s feet. Upon admitting his foot fetish to him and John seeming to relish the idea of lording over him with his feet as he did to him back in high school, Miles tried to make up any excuse he could to stay behind. Both Miles and Eric were video gaming when his bro came in the room after a brief run. Upon John telling him he wanted a turn at the game, Miles stayed behind while Eric briefly went to help his mom at the store. Once gone and Miles still sitting on the floor, John wrapped his feet around Mile’s neck, and pulled him back onto the floor. “Take my shoes off slave,” he ordered. John did, slipping each of the shoes off. Immediately, the smell of socks hit his face. Before Miles could react, both socked feet descended upon his face and he was ordered to smell. He took several deep inhales as he felt the bottom of feet wipe all over his nose. His nose pushed into the bottom of the younger bro’s toes as he took a big sniff of the sock odor. “Take ‘em off,” John ordered sitting back like a king. Miles did and his face was smothered under both bare feet. He breathed in, the smell of the bare feet getting him extremely hard. John smeared his feet all over his face before pressing the bottom of his toes on his nose and teasing,”Sniff it foot boy!” Miles breathed in the foot scent for several minutes before the 19yr old poked his toes into his mouth. He began licking between each toe and dragging his tongue up an down each barefoot. He continued pushing his tongue against the bottoms when the teen would bury his face under both feet. He sniffed and worshipped the teenager’s feet for 40 minutes before they heard the garage door open. “How much money do you have?,” John asked. “About 100 in my wallet,” Miles replied. “Give it to me. I’m getting my hair changed. Your price for worshipping my feet for the week.” Before he could respond, John stood up on either side of him and pushed his bare foot onto his Miles 🍆.  John began laughing and shaking it saying,”You love worshipping my feet don’t you?” Miles groaned out, toes clamping over the tip, he responded,”Yes master.”  “Good,” John replied, stepping full weight on his 🍆 and over. “Go get my money and be prepared to breathe and suck my toes later tonight.”

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Day 7 I kept rubbing my hand up and down Austin’s hard cock, jacking him off. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he was moaning. Just before he was about to cum, I stopped quickly. I grabbed the thick white disposable diaper that was between his legs, and pulled it up over his cock, taping it in firmly in place.

His cock strained against the bulky diaper, and he looked at me like a wounded deer, opening his eyes wide, and then slowly blinking them repeatedly.

“Come on, Austin, we talked about this” I said to preempt whining on his part. “We gotta get you to the point of climax as much as possible, so you’ll associate it with diapers. That’s the whole point.”

“Shit” he moaned, lifting his arms and rubbing his eyes. He ran a hand back through his short dirty blond hair. His chest arched out and his toned midsection curved inward. He ran his hand down, over the crotch of his diaper, which was tented by his cock “this may be harder then I thought” he moaned.

“All done buddy” I said, looking over my well diapered boyfriend.

It had been a week since we had decided that it would be best if Austin went back in diapers full time, and it was still new to both of us. Previously, we had only entertained his diaper interests occasionally during sex.

He stood up from the bed, stretching. The diaper hugged his ass, which was cute and round, bulked up by the absorbent padding.

“Lets get dressed and head out” I said, walking towards the bathroom to shower. “Sure, sure” he muttered, pulling a pair of loose jeans out of the dresser. As he pulled up the jeans over his diaper, it occurred to me that he had stopped wearing underwear over his diaper. I smiled to myself.

We were making progress.

Day 15 Austin wiggled in his seat again, adjusting himself by standing up a little and sitting back down.

I playfully jabbed him with my elbow, whispering, “Austin. Stay still, we’re missing the best part of the movie” he didn’t answer, so I looked over at him. He had his head down, and was poking his hand into the waist of his jeans, his red ringer t-shirt riding up a little on his stomach.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed quietly, “What’s wrong?”

He looked over at me “I need to pee again, but I’ve wet a bunch already and I’m worried about the diaper leaking” he said very softly, stuttering half way through the sentence, and looking around to make sure no one heard him.

“Ah fuck”, I sighed, grabbing him by the arm, standing him up, and rapidly walking out of the theatre. He followed me looking a little startled.

If I was gonna put him back in diapers, I didn’t wanna hear about his fucking needing to piss. When we finally got outside, I stood in front of him, slightly angry.

“Look, Austin. You promised me that you wouldn’t fuss about your diapers. This is what you wanted, remember? Stop fucking worrying if you leak a little!” I exclaimed a little too loudly, since an older guy beside us turned to stare. Austin turned red. I lowered my voice and continued

“Look Austy, you just need to try and stop thinking or worrying about your diapers at all. Just use them. Let me worry about it. That’s the point. Your only job is to fill them.” I looked him in the eye, and rubbed his ass “Right cowboy?”

He looked abashed. And, then, as if in response, his eyes widened a little bit, and I knew he was wetting his diaper again. I let the corners of my mouth curl up in a half smile, and I patted Austin on the ass again.

Taking his hand, I lead him back into the theatre. When he sat back down beside me, not only could I hear the squish of his wet diaper but within a couple minutes if I concentrated, I could catch the telltale scent of a wet, used diaper. Occasionaly someone near us would look around and sniff the air, as if searching for the diapered baby. But, the only diaper in the area was on my boyfriend

Day 28 Michael rolled over in bed beside me. I stretched, opening my eyes slightly, and letting my hands run down over my stomach to my diaper. It was swollen and wet. I curled my legs, enjoying the feeling of the bulky diaper encasing my crotch. I had started sleeping only in my diapers, because that’s what Michael wanted. Besides, it felt good. I liked being able to see my diapers.

I began rubbing my hand over my crotch, pressing down on my dick, which was hard inside the wet diaper. Shit it felt good.

I heard Mike whisper quietly beside me “Remember what we talked about yesterday Austin” he growled softly, in his low masculine voice.

With that, I turned over, and began to hump my diaper against the bed. My ass rising into the air, I rubbed and thrust my diapered crotch into the bed.

“Good boy” Mike moaned “That diaper feels good around your dick doesn’t it?”

I continued faster, feeling my dick sliding inside the wet diaper.

Soon, I climaxed into my diaper, and moaned. Slowly, I rolled onto my back, spent. Mike reached over and rubbed his hand over my crotch. “Great.” He replied. “you’re doing great.”

With that, he guided my head down to his crotch, where his throbbing dick was hard as a rock. I took the whole thing in my mouth and sucked. As I did, I could feel my own cum running down my diapered crotch, mingling with piss in my already wet diaper. After I was done pleasuring Mike, he left me in the cum-filled wet diaper for a while and put me in jeans

Day 39 We climbed into the car after lunch, and I looked over at Austin. He had a slightly drowsy look on his face. “Buckle your seat belt” I ordered.

It wouldn’t have been necessary for me to tell him usually, except that I had moved into the next phase of our regression plan, where Austin would try and only do what I instructed him.

Truth to tell, he was becoming more malleable and submissive every day. We had also started using small amounts of a muscle relaxant to help with his transition.

He looked at me, and pulled the seatbelt over himself, clicking it in place. I reached over and ruffled his short spikey hair, which was sticking out in all directions.

“Your diaper wet, little guy?” I asked

“I don’t know Mike” he replied, sounding a little startled to admit that, “I think so. I’ve been having a little trouble telling lately” he said matter-of-factly.

I reached over and slipped my hand into the waist of his jeans, feeling his tight abs, and the crinkle of the diaper.

Inside, the diaper was slightly damp and warm, but not too bad. Certainly nothing that needed attending to.

“That’s what I’m here for buddy” I chirped, “Your diapers a little wet but nothing serious.”

I was trying to keep him in wet diapers most of the time, to emphasize his dependence.

Day 50 Jacob, one of Austin’s best friends sat in front of me, gaping. He was clearly shocked by what I had told him.

“So, you mean,Austin is wearing diapers?” he asked for the fifth time. “And, he uses them? Like, uh…..to piss in them??”

“Yeah, Jake” I explained slowly, for what seemed like the fifth time. “He was always interested in them, but he’s gone back to wearing them full time for the past couple months.”

“Fucking crazy!” he said smiling a little, as if warming to the idea “I bet the little squirt looks adorable in ‘em…..” he paused, thinking “but, why tell me now Mike? Whats up?”

“Well, I’m moving Austin’s training into the next phase. His temporary job ends on Tuesday, and he’s decided not to renew it. So, he’s gonna be home. We decided this would be a good time to move forward with the more advanced phases of his regression.”

With that, I explained in detail to Jake what I was planning.

“I want his friends to know what’s happening and be involved.”

Jake broke into a grin, letting his tongue play over his white teeth. “Of course Mike” he said, clearly relishing the idea.

Day 58 Austin stood in front of me in the men’s dressing room. I was trying on a pair of jeans. He starting bouncing up and down on one foot, before slowly shifting to the other foot. Over time, he jiggled more quickly. His loose t-shirt sloshed over his chest and abs, and his slightly loose jeans shifted up and down, accentuating the bouncing bulge at his crotch.

“Stop fidgeting tiger” I said, while looking at myself in the mirror. “What do you think about these jeans?”

“Michael. I really really need to use the bathroom.” He whined, sounding every inch a toddler “I need to poop really badly.” He whispered the word poop so that it couldn’t be heard outside of our dressing room. Pausing, he added, as if for emphasis “My stomach is huuuuuurting,” dragging out the word hurting into a long whine.

I rounded on him, wearing only the jeans, which finished slightly below my waist. Because I was taller, I looked down on him slightly “Look, Austin. If you really need to crap, just go. I can’t take you to the bathroom until I get these off and pay for them.”

I paused “Besides, you want me to take you to the mens restroom and untape your diaper so that you can go poop in the potty? Really? You know your diaper can handle it buddy, and I’ll clean you up as soon as possible.”

Austin looked crestfallen “Michael, I don’t wanna mess my diaper here” he whined, much more openly then he would’ve a few weeks ago “I’ll wait.”

Austin had a couple dirty diapers a week now – but most were times when I had to coax him to mess. And, none had yet occurred out of the house. But, he clearly was having more and more trouble holding himself – since the seat of his diapers were now regularly stained at least slightly brown during his changes.

As I took off the jeans, folded them up, and slowly got dressed again,Austin continued to fidget and squirm. He began unconsciously rubbing his hand over his diaper and stomach. I smiled at how adorable he looked.

“C’mon” I motioned as I was walking out of the dressing room.Austin slowly followed, gingerly placing one foot in front of the other as if something would break. I grabbed his arm and tugged him forward to speed up the pace.

Letting out a little whimper, he crunched a little bit and looked to the floor. I heard a loud wet fart followed by a whoosh and low level crinkling. When he looked up at me, standing in the middle of the store in his now messy diaper, my boyfriend was on the verge of tears.

I walked close to him, and lifted his chin up with my hand “What happened Austin?” I cooed. “Did you mess your diaper?” Before he could answer, i patted him on the ass “Good boy buddy, gooooood boy. We’ll make a baby out of you yet”

Michael lead me into the mens restroom, just off of the food court. I walked slowly, convinced that everyone could see my diaper. It felt huge. It felt disgusting. The front was wet and matted. I could feel the huge mess in the seat of the diaper, squishing back and forth, and extending further up my ass or in between my legs with every step I took.

Strangely, my cock had gone hard in the front of my diaper.

As we entered the men’s room, it was blissfully empty, and Michael led me to the handicapped stall at the end. Locking the door behind me, he said, “Drop your pants Austin” and as he did, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out a fresh diaper, pack of wipes and a foldable mat. Tossing the diaper on the floor, he unfolded the mat and layed it on the floor, as I fumbled with the button on my jeans.

Briskly, he took one step towards me and brushed my hands away. He unsnapped my jeans, and slowly lowered them to my thighs, before letting them drop to the floor.

I looked down at my diaper. I was soaked. I reeked. I smelled like…..like…..well, I thought with astonishment, I smelled like a toddler in a dirty diaper. Well, more like an infant I guess….most toddlers didn’t mess their diapers I thought, puzzled.

I looked at Michael. He looked at my crotch and saw my cock tenting the front of my diaper.

“You messed your diaper for the first time in public Austin. That was great” he said, reaching through my legs and caressing my diapered ass. “But I want you to cum in your diapers now ok?”

“Now, Michael?” I said, shocked looking around the public bathroom stall, and then at the oversized plastic baby changing mat that Mike had placed on white subway tiled floor.

But even as I protested I could feel my cock throbbing in my wet diaper. I looked around again, and listened carefully, worried that someone else would come in. As I was thinking about that, I heard a couple guys enter, talking and joking about a baseball game.

Just as we heard one of them start pissing, Michael leaned close and whispered in my ear “Go ahead, Austy listen to those men pissing in the toilet and then think about the diaper you have on.” He paused “and now fuck your diaper against my leg like a good boy” and with that he pushed me down into a kneeling position, my knees slightly crinkling the changing mat.

In a daze, I looked down at my diaper, and scooted up to him. I straddled his leg and pressed my diapered crotch against his calf. The diaper pressed against my dick, and my head was at the level of Mikes crotch. Within what felt like a second, just thinking about my situation, I felt myself explode into my diaper and began to moan softly.

As if no one else was in the bathroom, Michael said “OK buddy, get on the floor, lets get this thing off you and get you changed into a dry one”

One of the guys hearing this said “What the fuck, who’s there?” and Michael, not missing a beat “Just changing my little boy into a clean diaper guys” with that, they walked out muttering softly.

I seated myself on the floor and laid back down, and allowed my boyfriend to change me back into a clean diaper.

Day 80

I stretched, and curled my hands into fists, rubbing them against my eyes, and arched my back. I felt my diaper between my legs. It was big, and soft, and wet. I was wearing a onsie over it, which I liked. My diaper never sagged now and never got caught in anything.

I felt my cock throbbing in my diaper. But, I turned toward Michael who was still asleep. I bent down to his crotch, and began to lick his dick, and quickly it became hard and big, and full. I put it in my mouth.

Daddy Mike didn’t want me cumming anymore without a dick in my mouth or a messy diaper. Since I didn’t feel like messing my diaper, my only chance for relief was to get a dick in my mouth, and I did.

I sucked hard on his dick, and as I did, I rubbed my diaper against the bed, humping it.

Soon, daddy was moaning, and his dick was throbbing in my mouth. He began to cum, and I felt it squirting against the back of my throat, sweet and sticky. As I began to swallow his semen, I felt myself explode into the front of my diaper.

I no longer yearned to grab my cock, I thought absently. I liked having it in the diaper all the time.

I thrust my diaper against the pillow, grinding it through my onesie. When I looked up, Daddy was smiling down on me.

Day 115 I sat beside Jacob at the baseball game fidgeting nervously. I looked over at him. He had come unexpectedly.

It was hard for me to remember what was normal anymore. My mind felt mixed up, backwards. Jacob had looked me over a couple times when he saw me in my shorts and t-shirt. The shirt was tight, and white, with a big cartoon print on it. My shorts didn’t do much to conceal my diaper. The shorts were clearly bulging out in the crotch, and the seat was far too thick and full. I was sure I got a couple stange looks. But, I knew it wasn’t really possible for me to go out without a diaper anyways. In fact, I needed pretty thick diapers to feel comfortable when we were out for any period of time. Specially if I was drinking and eating. I tended to wet pretty constantly, and even mess a little. I rarely thought about much about it anymore, but I hated it when I leaked.

I said hi and hugged him like I used to do. I didn’t know if I should tell him about my diapers or not? He probably noticed. Then Mike ended that for me, by asking Jacob to check my diaper near the end of the 2nd inning. He did so, as I blushed a deep red.

“Don’t worry Austy” he purred “I’m not gonna hurt ya, just wanna see how wet you are”

I nodded at this, and somehow felt better. He just barely leaned over, and reached his left hand into my shorts at the waist, sticking his index and ring finger into the front of my diaper, pressing up against the inside.

Overall, he didn’t seem to mind that I was diapered. And, I reflected it was not like I had that much choice. It had been a while since I could tell when I had to piss anyways. By the fifth inning, I was acting my normal self, squirming and bouncing, with one finger in my mouth.

I tried to have some of Jacobs coke, but I managed to spill most of it on my chest and shorts. I looked down and I saw that the coke had wet the bottom half of my shirt, and some of my shorts. The shirt stuck wetly to my stomach.

But, as I was thinking about this, I saw Jacob pick up a bag of chips “Me!” I yelled, and grabbed the bag from him “I want chips!” I practically squealed

Meanwhile, I barely registered Jacob and Mike talking.

“seems like he needs a sippy cup of some sort, if not an outright bottle, huh?” Jacob asked Mike “He seems to spill most shit onto his shirt.” Then turning to look at me, and the crumbs all over my damp shirt “and prolly a bib I guess too” he laughed

Mike didn’t laugh quite as much “I know Jake, I got some sippy cups for him soon that we’re gonna start using at home.” He paused and changed the subject “I appreciate you coming out, he’s gonna regress pretty fast from here on out and I wanna get some babysitters lined up for him”

I looked at Mike and Jacob sideways, babysitters I thought? For who?

Day 155

I moved around on the floor. I scooted right, and then left. I lifted my butt into the air and then back down to the ground.

I was bored. I took the blocks that Daddy Mike had left in front of me and started pushing them randomly to the side.

I stood up. I was just in my diaper, which seemed to be sagging a little on my waist. I walked slowly to the kitchen where Daddy Mike and Jacob were cooking dinner. I approached Jacob while they were talking.

Both men ignored me. I was shorter then both of them, and felt slightly nervous approaching them like this and bothering them.

I tugged on Jacobs sleeve to get his attention. He looked down at me, without smiling.

“Uh Jacob, can you get out my play-dough?” I asked. There was nothing else to do.

Jacob looked down at me, and Daddy Mike turned around, “Hey Austy, what are you supposed to call Jacob now, little guy?”

I paused “Um, Uncle Jake, can you help me get my play-dough?” at that, Jake patted me on the head, ruffling my hair, and said,

“Sure, cutie. Why don’t you follow me Austy”

And, with that, I walked quickly after him, waddling to keep up.

Day 190 I looked over my shoulder at Austin, who was in the back seat of the car. He was wearing a pair of overalls, and a colorful patterned onsie underneath. He had his pacifier in his mouth. His diaper was pretty obvious, and I had had the overalls custom made, with a big crotch and seat to fit his diapers, and crotch snaps for easy changes. It was great being able to change him now without getting him all undressed.

He was adorable. He was my little boy.

I thought about how far we’d come. It had been less then 7 months ago that Austy had been hesitant to even wear a diaper outside the house. Now he was always heavily diapered, and I knew that he no longer had control of his bladder or bowels.

A couple months ago he had his first night-time messing episode, where he woke up in a messy diaper without consciously messing himself. After that it had become pretty regular. And, now he had a couple small messy diapers every day.

I had tested him with Jake – a messy test we wouldn’t bother repeating. We had put Austin into a pair of swim trunks and made a big show of only packing a pullup style toddler training pant with us. We explained to him we were going to the pool and he should try and control himself like a big boy.

Well, it was a disaster. Of course, that was the point. But, he ended up wetting himself a little in the car on the way to the pool and then asked for the pullup. Jake helped him get into it in the car, and he was even squirting a little piss around while getting into the pullup. Needless to say, he ended up soaking the pullup and then soiling himself at the pool, and the mess leaked out of his pullup and down his legs, getting all over him. He started crying. And, it had been pretty clear he was trying not to mess himself.

But, now thickly diapered at all times, I loved seeing him squirm a little and then just mess his diaper and go back to whatever he was doing.

I pulled into the parking lot, and climbed out my door, going around to the back, and opening the door. I had to shake Austin awake.

As he came to, he looked right, and left, clearly startled. “Hush, baby. Take it easy” I cooed as I rubbed his head “We’re just parking at Pacos”

I had started bringing him here less then a week ago. I knew he was close to complete regression. But, I also knew that in order to get him to total submission, I would have to take him out of the house to more public places. Other men would have to see him in his diapers, and baby state, and he would have to accept that.

Pacos was an out of the way gay bar that welcomed fetishes. And, we had known most of the guys before Austy had begun his regression. I thought it would be good for Austin to confront and come to know these men as a baby.

I thought back to the first couple times we had come –Austin had been scared. The first time he had even started crying inside the place.

Shockingly for him, Caleb, one of the regulars who Austin had dated a couple years ago had become fed up with his crying, and had come up to him, pushed him to the ground, and made Austin suck on his pacifier and stay seated. Which, it seemed Austy had liked. And, thank god, it had quieted him down.

Austin sat up on the edge of the seat, and slowly climbed out of the car. He stretched his arms above his head, and clutching his pacifier in one hand, he walked beside me to the door.

I smiled. Even a month ago, he would have left his paci in the car unless I brought it.

Day 215 I rocked back and forth, my head on Daddy’s leg, as daddy pushed the nipple further into my mouth. I sucked slowly, as the oatmeal thickened milky mush flowed slowly into my mouth.

It wasn’t that I couldnt hold the bottle myself, I just liked it when daddy fed me. It was so easy. I lifted up my legs and bent them at the knee. I rocked my butt back and forth a little more. I grabbed my toe and tugged it toward my mouth.

I was wearing my favorite yellow sleeper, covered with characters from the Lion King. I kept unzipping it because I was warm, but daddy would zip it back up again.

As he was doing this, I saw Robert walk back up again.

I called him Daddy Rob now.

He had started living with us a little while ago. I couldn’t remember when. But he was very nice to Daddy and he helped change my diapers and he would feed me sometimes too and help me to get dressed in the morning.

When I was done with the bottle, I sat up, and Daddy Rob rubbed me on the head,

“What’s happening cutie pie? How’s daddy’s little guy?” with that, he shoved me back to laying down again, and unzipped my sleeper, feeling my diaper “Just a little wet, are we?” he cooed, as he zipped me back up.

I squirmed away and landed on the floor, where I shimmied to my coloring book, and began coloring a picture of Simba.

When I looked back at the couch, Daddy Robert and Daddy were close together and holding hands.

Day 249 I walked slowly into the nursery, not wanting to wake up Austy if he was still asleep. But, as I walked in, I saw him sitting up in his crib, sucking distractedly on a bottle of water that had been in with him since last night. With his other hand, he was clutching a teddy.

I approached him “hey there puppy” I cooed. Austy was wearing a onsie in tan brown, with a cartoon dog face on the front. He had chosen it himself. His diaper could be seen sticking out from under the leg gatherings. It was white in places, and yellow-stained in others.

He was never dry in the morning, so there was no point in checking. But, the Ultra diapers we were using on him now were enough to last through breakfast, so I didn’t change him. We had them specially ordered now – thick adult diapers but with the form and print of a baby diaper.

It didn’t smell like he was messy. I didn’t bother asking the boy – he never knew anymore.

I dropped the rail of the crib, and he mouthed “goo- morn-in” to me around the nipple of his bottle. I smiled.

I heard Rob walk in behind me. He was naked, which is how he slept. I was wearing my briefs. He thought we should wear as little as possible around Austin now to emphasize our manhood, and thus his submission.

Rob walked up to me, kissing me on the cheek, and then bending down and kissing Austin on the forehead.

“How’s my baby this morning?” he said, as he fondled his manhood.

Austin pulled the bottle out of his mouth, smiling “Good Morning, Daddy Rob!” he shouted, sliding off the side of the crib and landing on the floor. He scampered towards the door without looking back. He looked silly in his young man’s body with the infantile outfit, but super cute.

Rob and I looked at each other and grinned, before slowly following Austin into the hallway.

Day 297 “Mornin’ Austy” Daddy Rob drawled in a semi-babyish voice as he walked up to my oversized crib and dropped the bar. “How’s my little one this mornin? A little stinker from the smell! Don’t worry, daddy ‘ll get you all cleaned up”

I sat up slowly, I could feel my hard-on tenting the front of my diaper. My onesie was tight, and as I sat up it pushed in the crotch of my diaper against my dick. I moaned a little around my paci.

He paused “You wanna enjoy yourself a little before daddy cleans you?” daddy rob asked, slowly, grinning.

I grinned in return, and flopped back onto my back, rolling over onto my stomach, and feeling the plastic coated mattress wrinkling under me. I lifted my ass into the air, and began humping the mattress of the crib, hearing the crinkling get louder as I did so, and feeling my used and full diaper slide back and forth along my crotch.

Standing next to me, naked, as he usually was in the morning, daddy put a hand on the small of my back, as I was bucking down against the mattress.

“Good boy” he cooed “Good baby boy. You want to suck on something Austy?” rubbing the small of my back and diapered ass with more vigor. I could feel my shit smearing around the back of my diaper. I looked up at him eagerly.

In response, he moved closer to the side of the crib, where the bar was down, and he turned my head toward his crotch. He moved my mouth towards his cock, and pushed it into my mouth. I began to suck eagerly.

And, finally, I heard him urge “Go ahead son, you’re my little baby and always will be….cum into your diapers for daddy”, repeatedly pushing me down agaist the crib. As these words went through my head, I felt myself orgasm, and the cum sprayed out into my already well used diaper. Meanwhile, I felt daddy’s cum filling my mouth.

Day 329 I wiggled sideways, squirming around the harness. I moaned through my pacifier. I felt myself drool a little as I did that, and vaguely noticed the drool running down the side of my chin.

The drool distracted me and I forgot for a moment what I was doing. I watched it, with my head turned down, as it dripped onto my bib. The bib was white patterned in colorful baby block prints. Daddy had been making me wear them for the last couple months. I tugged at it, and felt it pull on the back of my neck.

I giggled.

I turned my attention back to the chair. This was new. A big high chair, I was strapped in by shoulder straps, and a locking crotch harness. My legs were splayed open by a plastic bar that went over the crotch of my diaper and then buckled around my waist. I was pretty high off the floor, and my feet dangled below me.

In front of me was a large white plastic tray. I wiggled again, and could feel the wrinkling of the plastic printed fabric below and behind me.

I furrowed my brow. It seemed like Daddy Rob and Mike always locked or snapped me in place where-ever I went now. I wiggled against the crotch harness, and it pushed against my diaper.

My bladder felt a little full and I released it without even thinking into my diaper. I tugged on my bib again. I whined.

Daddy Rob approached me. He was wearing only running shorts, no shirt, and the sheen of sweat covered his torso. He placed a bottle of juice on my tray.

Then Daddy Mike brought over some oatmeal. It was in a colorful plastic bowl.

They didn’t give me spoons to eat anymore, so I just scooped up some of the gooey thickened oatmeal with my fingers. And, slurped it down. It was good – rich and sweet. Of course, by the end of breakfast my face, hands, and bib were covered with food.

Day 343 I looked over at Austin. He was short for his age – 5 foot 4, and skinny. But, the way he bounced and wriggled made him seem much younger then his 22 years. He was smooth from head to toe.

He laughed as I grabbed him with the towel, and dried him off. I half dragged half carried the giggling boy back to his room, and dropped him on the table top we had recently installed – when it became clear that Austin would be in diapers for a long time.

He bounced at the end of it, his butt rustling on the plastic backed white matt with lion king prints. I pushed him backwards “Austin, lay down so we can get on your diaper, ok boy? Daddy Rob is waiting downstairs for dinner.”

Mercifully he complied.

He seemed distracted as I pulled out the thick disposable diapers from the shelf below him. I diapered him quickly, having him lift his ass in the air – mostly it didn’t take any instruction. He did it reflexively now, and I slid the diaper under his ass, swatting him quickly on his cute butt. I covered his little parts with baby oil and gel – I found it made Austy wriggle in his diapers a little more.

As I sat him up, in his dry diaper, I said “Austy, you know it’ll be a year tomorrow since you got back into diapers”

He looked at me blankly for a few minutes, chewing his bottom lip. Then, as if in reponse, he reached to the shelf on the side of the changing table, and grabbed a blue paci, which he stuck in his mouth and began sucking.

I though that as we neared his one year anniversary of baby-hood, we should emphasize Austin’s state, and so, with that in mind, I chose one of his most infantile outfits.

I slipped Austin’s head through the open snap-crotch bottom of the romper, and fastened the straps over his shoulders with the big cartoon buttons. It was cut low on the sides, with a bib in front and and a high back - baby-blue stripes with white - a classic young toddler playsuit. It ballooned over his diaper, which peeked out over the sides and around the leg openings of the shorts.

He looked at me sweetly as I did up the crotch snaps….his fresh diaper crinkling and the straps of the cute playsuit falling from his shoulders.

I had him crawl in front of me downstairs. He would mostly crawl on all fours, occasionally doing a walk-crawl where he would stick his butt in the air and rush forward on his hands and feet. I was wearing jeans and no shirt. Some of the other men in the living room were similarly dressed. Some wore army pants, others workout gear. Some just jeans. Rob was in his cargo shorts, and a skinny tank top. They all exclaimed when they saw Austin.

Some ruffled his hair. Others commented on his outfit. Halfway through the gathering, Austy sat-stood in the middle of the floor, got a faraway look in his eyes, and then stuck his diapered butt up a little. I knew he was messing his diaper in front of the room full of men, and he didn’t even seem to care.

Too big and too idle

He just lets it flow

So you take back control

That's it BABY feel the warmth growing in your Nappies as you piss yourself like the little baby you are now