“Worthless”

“You still haven’t showered?” April asked. “They’ll be here in half an hour!”

I never understood why she felt the need to throw an ‘Easter’ party. That’s something done for families, not a bunch of her girlfriends. I refused to ask her about it, though. After all, it was she who made the rules around here.

“I’m sorry,” I said, hanging my head. “Got a little distracted.”

“Just hurry,” she sighed, frustrated, but still managing a smile. “How’s your diaper?”

“A little wet,” I shrugged, “seems a shame to waste…”

“It’s okay,” April giggled, “I got you some more yesterday. Pants down.”

There was a stirring in my crotch as I swiftly obeyed. I loved it when she’s firm like that. It makes me…well, firm. 

She squeezed the front of my soggy diaper, laughing a bit. “A ‘little’ wet,” she scoffed mockingly, quickly pulling the tapes off one by one until the diaper plopped to the floor with a dull, crinkly thump!

Her nails wrapped around my purple, swollen balls, jiggling my cage back and forth so that it clanked and rattled. “D’aww!! Poor wittle purple pee pee!” she cooed. 

My legs clenched together and I couldn’t help but let out a needy whimper. I know I asked to be caged, but I didn’t think April would have quite so much fun with it. Getting her to be more dominant towards me was a slow, and sometimes arduous process. It took a lot of communication for her to feel comfortable with the diaper thing. She always felt a little uneasy, like she was doing something wrong, or not enough. But once I brought up chastity play, everything sort of clicked–no pun intended. Suddenly she had motivation. She had stakes. Things she could use to both torment me and get me to do things I otherwise wouldn’t want. 

She picked the yellowy pink diaper up off the floor, balling it up and taping it into a compact orb.

“Shower. Now.” She told me in her stern voice, “No funny business. I need you in and out pronto!” She gave me a sharp smack on the ass to get me moving. I yelped, scampering down the hallway. But she didn’t give me the diaper. She usually always makes me handle the diaper. Come to think of it, she hadn’t made me throw my own diaper away in quite some time. 

As I made my way down the hall, a wall of stench practically smacked me in the face. The laundry room just so happened to be where we kept my used, soiled diapers. A quick glance inside showed the diaper bin absolutely overflowing. No wonder it stunk so bad. My little creations were starting to become quite ripe outside of the plastic of the diaper genie. I pinched my nose, leaning over to get them back in the bag so they could stop smelling up the house, I didn’t exactly want April’s friends getting a whiff of my–

“I’ll handle that.” April said, scaring the bejeezus out of me. I jumped, startled. She stood behind me in the doorway, arms crossed. “Let it get a bit full, did we?”

I knew she was talking about me letting it become overflowing. It is my job to take it out when it gets bad, but I honestly didn’t realize it had gotten this far.

“I’m sorry!” I apologized again. Usually this kind of thing led to a firm spanking, which I wasn’t exactly in the mood for right now, but she just shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s okay, silly babies can’t always remember their responsibilities. I’ll take care of it. Now. Get. In. The. Shower!”

I bustled off before she could change her mind. What has gotten into her? I could hear her fussing with the crinkles of the diapers and plastic before I flicked on the water. I kept it cold to ease my aching balls, but soon turned it back to hot to relax my nerves. I always get a little anxious when April’s friends are coming over. All of them are so bright and beautiful. It’s hard to be in their presence without getting a little…flustered. April knows it too, that’s why she invites them over as much as she can.

I found myself getting a little worked up again. This fucking itch throbbing inside my cage that was impossible to scratch. I squirted a little body soap into my hand, making sure to keep the water from washing it away. I reached behind me and coated my crack with it, gently pressing my finger into my little button. Putting something up my ass would not have been my first choice at the moment, but since I didn’t have another option, I figured this had to be the next best thing. The soap made it burn a bit, but I didn’t care, this was the only way I could get a bit of relief...or maybe it was just working me up more. I quickly worked a second finger in and was pumping them in and out of my ass when the shower curtain ripped back.

“Whatcha doin?” April grinned. I quickly straightened and popped my fingers out, but it was obvious I was caught in the act. “I told you: no funny business!”

I stuttered as I grasped for an excuse, but none came. I was in big trouble.

But once again, she didn’t seem to mind. “Get out and dry off.” she said, tossing me a towel. “Your clothes are on the bed.”

She left without another word. 

I was waiting for her to reappear around the corner with her hairbrush or a paddle. Perhaps this was a late April Fool’s joke (again, no pun intended). She was lulling me into a false sense of security only to really bring it on later. But nope, nothing. I tiptoed through the house with trepidation. Turning into the bedroom, I immediately stopped in my tracks.

Laid across the bedspread was a frilly little dress. It was canary yellow with accents of pink and white fringe. 

Next to it was a diaper I’d never seen. It was, admittedly, quite cute, with pink and purple accents and stars around a little bunny on the front.

“Do you like it?” April asked, startling me once again.

“I…yes.” I confessed. I really did. “But not for today.”

“Why not? It’s Easter!” she proclaimed.

“But your friends are coming over.”

“So what? They know you wear diapers and dresses.”

I gulped at that, flushing in shame. I wasn’t particularly proud of the fact that her friends were in on my little secret, but it was one of the stipulations for April to agree to the whole ‘diaper’ thing. 

“Ok, fine.” I sighed, changing tactics, “But they’ve never seen me in diapers and dresses.”

“Sure they have.” April said simply.

My stomach dropped again. “What??”

April laughed and rubbed my naked shoulder affectionately. “Honey…you don’t think I could tell them something like that and not show them a few pictures, do you?”

I shivered in shame, or was that just a very violent cringe? I decided not to ask her which ones she showed them. I was better off not knowing.

“They thought the video of you twirling in your sundress was adorable!” she told me with a smile. “They also think you’re cuter than Ella.”

Oh god. 

Ella was what April liked to call my sissy ‘gurlfriend’. We have gotten together for quite a few…playdates. Oh fuck! I hope she didn’t show them videos of me and Ella–

“On the bed, sweetheart.” April said, patting the mattress and picking up the diaper. “We need to get you ready!”

******

“Aren’t you the cutest!!” Daisy cooed, pinching my cheeks.

“The pigtails are just adorbs!!” Brooke admired, curling them in her fingers.

Lily laughed, “Is his diaper wet? I wanna see his diaper!!”

They all turned to April expectantly, who just smiled like a proud mother. “Show them, sweetheart.”

It seemed like a pointless endeavor, the bottom of my diaper could easily be seen beneath my dress, but the girls–including April–relished in my humiliation. So I obliged them, lifting the hem of my skirt and exposing my diaper to their ooo’s and aaahhh’s.

“Is he wet?”

“I think so!!”

“Already?” April asked, aghast, “I just changed him!”

Like 30 minutes ago. I thought, as if that would save my dignity. I had plenty of room left though, there was no need to change me. 

“There’s no need to change him right now,” April said to my relief. Having my diaper open and exposed in front of four beautiful women would be quite humiliating. If only I knew what was to come…

“Is it time for the Egg Hunt yet?” Daisy asked impatiently. 

April’s smile looked a little too mischievous for my taste. “It sure is!”

They made me get down on my hands and knees, shepherding me along until I made it to the backdoor. The light burned my eyes as the sunlight peeked through the open door. If it weren’t for my thigh-high stockings, the concrete of the patio would have scraped up my knees. 

“Today is a special day for you, sweetheart!” April said, “You get the chance to have your cage unlocked!!”

My ears perked up, suddenly I became much more attentive. 

Lily brandished a woven Easter basket—a rather large Easter basket—setting it down in front of me. 

“I have hidden the key in one of your used diapers.” April explained, “and have hidden those diapers around the yard.”

Scanning the landscape, I started to notice hints of white, colorful, taped-up diapers scattered around. I didn’t have long to look though, my attention was quickly drawn to Brooke and Daisy pulling my arms behind my back. There was a clinking of chains, and soon my wrists were cuffed together. To make matters worse, I felt my hands being stuffed inside of what I recognized to be locking mittens. 

“You have 10 minutes to gather as many ‘eggs’ as you can.” April explained. “Any eggs you fail to retrieve after the allotted time will be forfeited.”

I wanted to protest, to say something clever or ask questions that would get me an advantage, but before I could even utter a word, April had her phone out. 

“Your time starts…now!”

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Thank you to @misterwitts for providing such an awesome diaper pail photo, and for everyone who was kind enough to submit a photo. If you'd like to read the rest of this story, you can find it on my Patreon. Happy Easter, Ramadan, or whatever it is you choose to celebrate! Cheers!

“Relax. Have a seat if you like. Of course, I have some rules. Little boys must wear diapers if they are going to be sitting on the furniture. These are expensive pieces, and I just can’t risk you having a wet or messy accident on them. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Auntie will put you in diapers and it will be our little secret. If you don’t have to go, then you don’t have to go, and there’s nothing to worry about. If you do have an accident, well, that’s what diapers are for. And if you have to go pee pee or poo poo and decide you’d rather just let go and let your diaper do all the work, well, like I said, it’ll be our little secret. So what are we waiting for? Let’s get you in a diaper ASAP.”

Na-na-na-na-na! You’re stuck in diapers! Hahaha! I love seeing you reduced to this. It’s amazing what the regression centers can do, isn’t it honey? I didn’t realise how powerful hypnosis could be. You’re basically just a big baby now!

Awww, you don’t think so? You think you’re still a man? You’re still a grown-up? That’s funny, because I didn’t realize grown men still sucked their thumbs. I didn’t realize they walked with a silly toddle wherever they went. I didn’t realize they spoke in an adowable baby voice all da time. And I definitely didn’t realize they squatted down and made stinkies in their diapers while their girlfriends talked to them!

Hahaha! You actually couldn’t tell, could you?! Oh my God, this is perfect. You were messing your diapee without even knowing it! Sorry honey, but your days as an adult are over. Sending you to the regression center was the best decision I ever made. Cry all you like stinky pants! These changes are permanent.

25 Going on 2 (NSFW 18+)

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The sound of crinkles preceded her arrival as she crawled into the room. The guests clapped, some letting out little “awws” and coos as they took in her infantile outfit. She kept her eyes glued to the floor and tried to hide behind her husband, turned Daddy. He had dressed her special for the day, slipping his little one into her “most favoritest” onesie, complemented with a pair of locking mittens.. A northshore megamax stacked atop a molicare and two stuffers swaddled her lower half. A black cord with an attached bulb dangled unceremoniously behind her. The traveled up the back of her thighs, descending through the back band of her diaper. Within, it was connected to an inflatable bulb plug. The plug that currently filled her ass and was fulfilling its purpose admirably, holding back both a birthday enema and a day’s worth of natural buildup. To top it all off, her mouth was full and kept involuntarily suckling on locking pacifier gag. She whimpered slightly as her nursing released a dollop of the “big girl milk” Daddy had filled it with. He loved to fill up her paci. He loved it even more when she had to watch on in helpless, padded frustration.

He glanced down at her, eyes twinkling with amusement. “What’s the matter, princess?” He spoke loudly. “Did you have an accident?”

She whined as he tugged her around, pulling back the band of her diaper. He grinned, “nope! Still dry. Good girl. You know, if you can stay dry for the whole party you might get to wear big girl pull-ups for once.” The guests, a collection of their kink friends and their respective partners or slaves, snickered at his remark.

“Aww, that’s too bad, I think she looks adorable waddling around in those big crinkly diapers,” one called out.  

Daddy turned to address them. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. This little one can’t keep her diapers dry for more than a few minutes. Even without her pee my little one tends to make other kinds of puddles when she’s diapered.”

She blushed furiously and wished it weren’t true.

“Even if that wasn’t the case though, my little stinker here has a problem controlling other parts of her body. That’s what this handy little device is for.” He grabbed the inflating bulb. “This makes it so little poof butt here doesn’t even have to try to hold it in. The plug does it for her.”

She could feel her princess parts shiver as the padding grew wet.

One of the crowed piped up. “How long have you kept her waiting?”

Daddy nudged her. She turned her flushed face to the party guests and crawled towards her toys. Her stomach gurgled angrily, and she screwed her face up in discomfort. Daddy, please. I hafta potty… She tried to beg with her eyes to no avail. A couple people noticed and chuckled while others looked on sympathetically. With no reprieve coming, she fumbled around the carpet, searching. She found what she was looking for a moment later. She gingerly held it between her mittens. It was one of her learning blocks, painted red around the edges with the number 2 at the center.

“I think she’s trying to tell us something,” someone said. “What is it, baby? Do you have to make number 2?”

Everyone laughed while she blushed beet red and shook her head.

Daddy enjoyed her reaction for a moment before responding. “No, though she probably does. My lil punkin is trying to say she’s been a very good girl for a whole two weeks! She’s been sweet, and obedient, and completely cummy free! Isn’t that right, dewdrop?”

She merely whined and tugged at his pant leg in response. The pressure was building up. Her stomach was cramping with increasing discomfort, and it was only getting worse.  

He smiled down at her affectionately and patted her head. “Now, now, honey. I know you’re anxious to let out all those big girl cummies but the adults are talking right now.”

One of their friends spoke up, incredulous. “Two entire weeks? Without any touching at all?”

Daddy shook his head and chuckled. “No, no. That would just be cruel. I gave her plenty of attention, just no cummies. She’s far too little for those kinds of things.”

She shivered at the memory of that attention. Hands and legs tied down for every change. Teasing fingers rubbing and probing her. Trying to rub herself when he wasn’t watching, only to be foiled by the thickness of her diapers. The throbbing need she felt waking up next to him every morning. Smelling his musk as he used her to satisfy his own needs while leaving her leaking and whimpering in her soggy diapers. She clenched her legs together as she realized she had begun to slowly knead the front of her diaper. She gave her pacifier a guilty suck, feeling another dribble of cum coat her tongue. Daddy noticed, because of course he did, and grinned.

“I was going to wait until the end of the party to give my princess her present, but I think someone is being a little fussy. What do you all think? Should we let the birthday girl blow off some steam?”

The question was met with loud approval. Still on the floor, she glanced around apprehensively as the guests moved their seats to the edges of the room. Her stomach gave another angry growl and she groaned through her pacifier.

Daddy began to rub her back. “Shh, it’s ok, princess. You will get to let it all out soon. Just be a good girl and wait a couple more seconds for me, ok?” He cupped her chin, giving her a light peck on the forehead.

She felt a little part of herself melt and her eyes glazed over. A dumb smile appeared around the edges of the gag.  Okay dada… She could wait a few more seconds if he said so.

True to his word, a moment later two of their friends came shuffling down the hall bearing what looked like an adult sized rocking horse. Daddy stood up and walked over to them, muttering some instructions she couldn’t quite make out. She watched on, interested and somewhat anxious as the pair put the horse directly on top of her changing mat. She crawled over to get a better look. Some of the guests laughed as they watched her, seeing the bulb swing obscenely beneath her oversized butt. Her heart jumped. The handles were designed with a fuzzy blue set of restraints designed to lock the riders hands to the bars. She could see a similar set on the footrests. Even scarier, there was some kind of pulley system between the legs of the horse. The pulley wires ran the length of its body to unknown locations. The whole setup was completely arcane to her and her potty/cummy deprived baby brain struggled to connect the dots. Fortunately for her, she found out a second later as Daddy lifted her onto the seat. She felt waves of cramps roll through her stomach and it growled loud enough to be heard by more than a few people.

She stiffened as she felt Daddy’s fingers lightly wrap around her neck. His breath was hot on her ear as he growled. “Time to show everyone what you are.”

She squeaked in surprise as he began to undo the buttons on her crotch snap.  Her arms were pulled above her head and her onesie was entirely removed. Red heat simmered its way through her face, and she tried to cover up. She was completely (except for the diaper of course) exposed, vulnerable. Her princess parts tingled with the shame. Daddy secured her hands next, leaving her breasts on full display when he locked her feet as well.  Smiling devilishly, he gave her a personal demonstration of the pulley system. The wires connected to two clamps which he promptly snapped over her nipples. The shock of the sensation in her aroused state ran through her breasts, and made her kitty gush. She was breathing heavily when he gave the horse a test rock. The clamps could apparently only extend a fixed length, and she felt her nipples pulled forward as she rocked back. The sensation was intense. Not quite painful, not quite pleasurable in the conventional sense. She began to rock on her own, ignoring the chuckles and lustful eyes on her. It was strange. It shouldn’t have been as enjoyable as it was, but she kept going. Kept feeling the tug on her straining breasts as she tried to grind against the seat.

“Uh oh, looks like someone is having an accident!”

Her eyes went wide. The plug was deflating! In her excitement and the overloading stimulus of the horse she had completely forgotten about the constant warning signals coming from her poor tummy. She turned her head. Daddy was behind her, bulb in hand with what she swore was a pair of glowing devil horns protruding from his brow. An instant later she wrapped her arms around the horses neck and held on for dear life. Completely deflated, the plug did nothing to stop the torrent. She shook her head as tears of mortifying relief pooled in her eyes. Her diaper expanded rapidly with the outpour, swelling further still as her bladder reflexively relaxed itself. The stain spread quickly, all evidence of her lack of control on clear display. She wanted to tell them to look away. She wanted to tell Daddy she needed a change. She wanted to do a lot of things at that moment, but mostly, she just wanted to cum. Even though every movement spread the mush further, she continued to rock. Her pussy ached so badly, and the soggy crotch of her diaper was rubbing against her deliciously. She knew she looked ridiculous, but she just couldn’t control herself. She was Daddy’s little potty pants fuck toy. His wanton, messy whore, grinding and squishing in her oversized diapees for everyone to see. She wanted his cock so bad then, wishing she was bent over, having her cunt filled while Daddy rode her into tomorrow. That was for big girls though, something everyone could clearly see she wasn’t. Without warning, the seat began to vibrate and she squealed in delighted surprise. Through half lidded eyes she saw daddy standing off to the side, remote in hand.

“Remember when you thought you were turning 25 this year,” he asked teasingly.

She couldn’t respond. In her pleasure addled mind the only thing she could think of was how fucking good the vibrations felt through her diaper. Ripples shot through her as she wantonly humped the seat. The sound of her own crinkling traveled through the room. Whorish moans accompanied it. She felt his hand on the small of her back and his voice was suddenly loud in her ear. 

‘Are you sure you didn’t actually mean 2?’

He turned a dial and the vibrations grew even stronger. The orgasm cracked through her body like summer lightning. Her sex deprived brain turned into a bubbling soup, and she cried out through the gag. Nonsensical burbles and groans escaped her lips. She could feel her toes go numb, and her legs spasmed ineffectually against the horse. She felt her cunt pulse on a nonexistent cock and greedily sucked the last remaining drops of Daddy’s milk. The vibrator didn’t relent after the first wave passed. The sensation tearing through her grew exponentially as her over sensitized clit was drowned in waves of pleasure. She felt drool slide down her cheek and she went limp.

The vibrations stopped abruptly and she felt herself being lifted. The gag was removed and a delirious grin spread across her face. She was in Daddy’s arms. His face was etched with mild concern and he held her close.

“Are you alright, hun? Was it too much?”

Her face was as much a mess as her drooping diaper. Drool dripped freely down one cheek and her hair was wild. Her eyes were red and puffy. She shook her head limply, lifting a trembling hand to trace his face. Despite the fact that she could barely remember her name she managed to burble out, “no, Da’dee. T’ank ‘oo.”

He kissed her forehead and whisked her away, leaving their by now insanely aroused friends to their own devices. Cake and more fun could wait. He wrinkled his nose with mirth. His little one needed a bath.  

Zach’s New Life, Chapter 1: The Proposition

CW: ABDL, MDLB, Threesome dynamic, light cucking

Despite being able to sleep in, my body’s internal clock woke me up at eight. I really did try to sleep in, so that I would have some sort of silver lining to loosing my job. I groaned as I lazily bounced myself off my air mattress. My hardwood apartment floor was mostly barren besides the air mattress, an old TV that I took from my parents, and two envelopes that sat at the feet of my door. One red, one white. The red one was anticipated but still disappointing, but the white one was elusively intriguing. I opened the red envelope and found exactly what I expected to find:

Mr. Zach Slider,

We regret to inform you that your monthly rent payment is now late. This marks the third consecutive month you have missed rent. As per Desperado Apartment management policy, you will be evicted. Please be ready to move out within the next ten business days.

Regards, management

I ripped the letter in two in a fit of frustration. The paper shreds floated to the floor where the white envelope sat. I glanced down towards it and was shocked out of my frustration. The first line of the return address held a familiar name: Claire Elise. The same Claire Elise that used to be my girlfriend. The same Claire Elise that discovered that she was, in fact, gay two years into our relationship. We were friendly, but didn’t exactly do a great job keeping in touch besides a few birthday texts and other miscellaneous minor exchanges. All the more reason why this correspondence was strange.

I tentatively scooped the envelope up, and carefully opened it; there were two paper notes inside. One was a thick blue card with large, machine-printed bubble letters that read, “It’s Birthday Time, and You’re invited! 🥳🎉”

The second piece of paper was a piece of stationary paper swimming with beautiful handwritten cursive, Claire’s beautiful handwritten cursive:

Dear Zach,

I hope you’re doing well, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen on some hard times. With that in mind, my girlfriend and I have a very special proposition for you that I think you’ll find interesting. I’d love to see you at my birthday party, so that we can catch up and discuss! Between loosing your job and getting kicked out of your parents’ house, I’m sure cash is tight, so we’ll reimburse you for the road trip to our house. I hope to see you soon!

Love, Claire.

That note was strange for a couple of reasons: firstly, I knew her girlfriend. Her name was Lucy, and I was actually the one who introduced them in an ironic twist of fate’s knife. Second, Lucy and Claire must be doing well for themselves if they were offering to pay my way; I knew they made good money from their respective professions and investments, but still. I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or grateful. Finally, Claire signed the letter “Love”. She hadn’t used that word in regards to me in at least a year and a half. Also, why was Claire being so vague about this proposition? A part of me wanted to ignore the letter, but I knew I couldn’t; I had already opened my phone to text Claire to let her know that I’d be there.

She responded almost immediately: “Awesome! No need to bring a gift btw”

The party was in a day, so I packed my TV and my deflated air mattress into my car, prepared to live out of my car for a few days. The road trip was only three hours, but the gas money was greatly appreciated. With some good music and some even better vibes, I found myself on Claire and Lacy’s doorstep in no time.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before I knocked. I knocked timidly. At first, I thought no one heard me, so I was about to knock again. Before I could, I heard Claire’s voice, “coming!”

The door swung open. Claire stood before me, wearing a gorgeous blue sparkling dress that complimented her dark brunette hair. Her crystal blue eyes regarded me with surprise at first. For a split second, I began to sweat with anxiety. Was that note somehow a mistake? Was I not supposed to be here? Before I could continue contemplating, Claire regained some semblance of composure, “Zach!” She pulled me into a hug, “I’m so glad you came! And you’re early.”

I could feel Claire’s full bodied curves, curves that I used to routinely explore in the dead of night. I cautiously returned her embrace, “yea sorry about that, but there wasn’t a time on my invitation.”

“Oh, sorry about that sweetie, I must’ve—“

“Who is it, honey?” Before she could finish, Lucy sauntered down the stairs to interrupt.

Before Claire could respond, Lucy answered her own question: “Oh it’s the little guy who couldn’t cum unless we told him how much of a good boy he was.”

I blushed. Organizing that threesome might’ve been one of the top 11 worst decisions of my life.

“I’m just kidding, Zach,” Lucy and Claire giggled together, “How are you doing, buddy?”

“Good,” I lied on instinct, “…or actually not great. I just got evicted from my place, so I’m hyped to forget about that and party the night away tonight!”

“Oh that sucks,” Lucy replied, casually flicking her fiery red locks out of her freckled face. Her emerald eyes anxiously darted to Claire and then back to me.

“Yea,” Claire agreed, “that actually reminds me of that proposition I mentioned in my note. Do you want to come sit at the kitchen table, so we can talk about it?”

“Sure,” I replied cautiously.

The kitchen was ornate in a homely kind of way; the light wood of the cabinets was polished and the marble countertops shimmered in the natural light that flowed through the windows.

“So,” Claire started, “do you have a plan now that you’ve been evicted and have lost your job?”

I looked to the table. Of course this was the first thing they wanted to talk about. Who were they, my parents?

“Not yet,” I admitted.

Lucy nodded, “then I think our proposition might interest you.”

“Totally,” Claire agreed, “the proposition involves you living with us as a sort of… roommate. And you’d get to live here rent free!”

I blinked. Why would they want me to live here rent free, “what’s the catch?”

Lucy chuckled, “what a clever boy you are.”

“Just keep an open mind,” Claire said, “and we’ll show you to your room and explain.”

I followed the pair of women up the stairs. We stopped at a room near the end of the hallway. Claire removed a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

The room was a nursery, except it was massive. There was a massive white, wooden crib in the corner, a huge changing table in the opposite corner, and a large circular rug in the middle of the room that was decorated with trains, dinosaurs, and the ABCs. Stacks and stacks of adult diapers with childish prints sat under the changing table.

“Wha—“

“Ah ah,” Claire shushed me, “Let us explain before you say anything.”

I silently nodded.

“Good boy,” Claire continued, “Zach we know you’re kinky, and you know we’re kinky. Think of this like that: a fun little kink for all of us to enjoy. Plus, it’s a free place to stay and everything would be taken care of for you!”

“It’s a steal of a deal,” Lucy agreed.

“But… why?” Is all I could muster.

“Well,” Claire’s eyes sunk to the floor, “Lucy and I have been exploring some different things, and we came to the decision that this is what we want.”

“We want a little to care for and call our own, but neither of us felt quite right slipping into that role,” Lucy shrugged.

“But then we thought of the cutest submissive boy we both already know…”

“...Me?” I raised my eyebrows. It was true I tended to lean more to the submissive side, but this was definitely something new to me.

“We’re your friends,” Lucy added, “we want to help you out while helping ourselves at the same time, you know?”

“You work so hard just to get by,” Claire agreed, “and you’re such a sweet guy. Maybe it would be nice to let someone else take care of you for a change?”

“Maybe,” I muttered, trying my best to keep an open mind. Part of me wanted to take offense but a separate part of me was touched by their display of care and concern, albeit strange in nature.

“So what will it be Zach,” Claire smiled up at me, “will you be our baby?”

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This is an old story originally featured on my old blog, Diapy Dragon, but I would like to continue/reboot it, so I’m posting it here.

As always, all a characters depicted are 18+

Your girlfriend looked back at you and grinned. She was always mischievous when you put her in diapers. In truth, it had been a joint decision, something to spice up your love life. But now you were unsure who was enjoying it more, you or her.

“What’s so funny, sweetie?” You asked as she began to bounce on her pink rubber ball. A moment later the smell hit and you knew exactly why she was squishing her diapered bottom up and down. She giggled and you adopted a mock scolding tone. “Looks like someone wants to make her next diaper change a hassle. Such a. Dirty girl, though I bet you’d like to get dirty in another way. Somebody wants some attention, doesn’t she?”

Your girlfriend’s bouncing transformed, becoming more akin to humping. A blush spread across her face and her tempo increased.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Naughty girls who hump their diapers don’t get changed out of the stinky messes they make.”

Her face fell. Sure, she liked being messy, momentarily, but after a while even a fun, messy diaper got old. 

“Tell you what. Put on a show for daddy, and then we’ll go into the other room and have a little ‘playtime,’ if you know what I mean.”

She most certainly did know what you meant, and beamed again before getting to it. You sat back, content to watch and wait as your messy, moaning diaper girlfriend worked her way to the first of many orgasms. 

She couldn't believe it. Her dream has come true.

Since Abby was a little girl, she liked to be in diapers. But unfortunatly, everyone has to grow up and potty train. But now it was diferent.

Of course Abby was a diaper girl and a member of the ABDL community, but she never had the courage to become really incontinent and never could really have a 24/7 diaper period longer than 2 months. But recently, the gouvernment wanted to make a new law, where some criminales would become incontinent by surgery, and they were searching voluntiers for the first tests. And thats when Abby saw her oportunity. She aplied for thats reaserch, where she would be compensated so she never had to worry about money.

And now, after the surgery. She was finally happy. Incontinent and happy