2011

Please don't take offense,  I'm genuinely curious. I notice more folks in here that identify as trans than I see in the general public. I'm curious why you wear diapers or pull-ups?  I have theories, but I won't influence the responses by listing them. Thank you all for taking the time to respond.

i miss the old plastic backed pampers

Chapter 28: Daddy Time Since puberty, David had been obsessed with his appearance. He kept his hair immaculate and wore only the most fashionable designer clothing. Now, looking at him with his messy hair, humping a stuffy with wild abandon, he couldn’t look more different. How had this happened? At first, David just had us sitting in a circle playing with blocks in the playpen and singing along to nursery music, pretty standard stuff, if you could call anything we did 'standard stuff' anymore. But then, the inevitable happened. All that formula that we were drinking continued to do its magic, making us wet more, which led to us getting more stimulation, which led to Billy and me being very squirmy in our diapers. David noticed our desperation and seemed to sympathize with us. "Aww, we’ve got some needy boys. Does somebody need a hump plushie?" If I had had any dignity left, I might’ve said no, but I was desperate to cum and couldn’t help myself. I immediately blushed and covered my face. "I-I want to make stickies in my diapers," I said, unable to stop myself. "Awww, alright, kiddo," said David, setting down a medium-sized laying bear and patting its rump for me to mount. I immediately did so and wasted no time humping away. Billy had a shit eating grin on his face as I debased myself, but he didn't last much longer. "Um... can I have one too?" "I don't know," said David. "You were a pretty bad boy and only good boys deserve treats..." "Aw, c'mon, dude, don't make me beg..." David just stood there with his hands on his hips, the sound of my moans and grunts in the background as he stared down at Billy. "Okay, okay, please, man. Please! I need this!" Billy was whining now, and I clocked it as pretty pathetic even as I was humping my plushie with wild abandon. David smirked, clearly ready to take full advantage of his newfound power over Billy. "Why don't you say it in a cute way like Jimmy did?" "Are you serious, man? There's no way I'm... I..." Billy bit his lip as he gripped the front of his diaper evidently flooding it again. "Hnnf... okay, okay... I.... I want to m-make... stickies... in my diapers..." David smiled big, then winced and adjusted the front of his diaper, which seemed to ruin the moment for him a bit. "Okay, fine, you can hump. But you have to call me Uncle David from now on... And you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself, and to do whatever I tell you when I tell you and no back talk..." Billy pulled a face, but after holding out all of ten seconds, he nodded. "Yeah, fine, whatever... Uncle... David..." Satisfied, David selected a big white and pink smiling plush bunny and laid it on its back. It was wearing cute bunny diapers and had its arms open as if to give a big hug. "There you go, you can look into your new boyfriend's face while you hump him in your diaper." Billy blushed bright red, but his horniness won out and he mounted the bunny, attempting to close his eyes and, I assume, pretend he was anywhere else. "No, no, little one. Open your eyes and look at your new boyfriend. Show him you really care as you rub your crinkles together." Billy opened his eyes and looked at the bunny as he humped but I could tell from his face he was very embarrassed. It didn't really matter, however. Humping felt so good and the way we were constantly dribbling into our diapers only enhanced the stimulation thanks to our electro-stents. Davey pressed a button on his little controller and I felt a light stimulation start up in my prostate as if my plug was thrusting into me. The way Billy's butt jumped forward, I knew he felt it too. David looked on as we filled the room with the sound of panting and crinkles. He started to take pictures as he rubbed the front of his diaper, but between panting and squinting my eyes in the search for stickies, I could see that he was becoming physically uncomfortable, wincing more and more as he talked himself up. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Show everyone what big pamper humpers you are. You look great, Billy, like you really love, nnnff... g-giving it to your new b-bunny, urgh... b-boyfriend. J-jimmy, you're so cute. I've always imagined you... like this... F-fuhhh... Fuck. You guys are such babies. Such big babies humping your diapers to nursery music. Ow. This effing cage..." He gripped the front of his diaper and winced again, clearly frustrated by his body’s inability to complete an erection. What he was seeing in front of him was just too much to bear. "Fuck it,” he said, finally, throwing his phone down and grabbing a big purple dinosaur that he immediately mounted and started to hump. The nursery music in the background continued, only adding to the horniness of the situation for him, I was sure. He began to suck his thumb and babble like a baby as he humped away at the big purple dino. "You're gonna be in big baby diapers forever. You... nnngg... wuv humping diapows... I... hhnnnghh... I wuv humping dem too... I wuv Blarney. I... I wuv my diapees..." David was really getting into it, now. "I wanna be a diapow humping baby, too..." "That can be arranged," came a deep voice from behind us. David practically jumped off of the dinosaur, his face, bright red as he was caught red handed, and yellow pampered. It was Tank. Billy and I froze mid-hump. "I see somebody is being a good little babysitter, teaching all the babies how to hump their diapers. Good job, kiddo." David looked like he wanted to sink into the floor as he stood there with his hands folded behind his back, staring at the floor as Tank patted his diapered butt. Tank then looked down at Billy and smirked, walking over and squatting leaning down to speak in a quieter voice. "I hope you’re enjoying your diapers little Billy. Because that’s the only thing your little baby dick is good for now.” It was quite a blow for a braggart like Billy, and for once, he had nothing to say back. "And how is my baby boy?" Tank asked as he crouched down by me. I’m OK, daddy," I said, blushing and looking down at my teddy. Tank looked at me and cocked his head. "Did you have... any interesting conversations while I was gone?" I shook my head and hid my face in the bear, still too embarrassed about being caught humping to say anything more. "Umm... Jimmy got bullied. Billy did it!" It came out sounding more childish than probably even David expected. "Shut up, tattle tale!" growled Billy. Tank shot a withering glare at Billy, and my stomach flip-flopped by proxy at seeing Daddy's mean-face. He was clearly done with Billy mistreating me. "I don't know what you expected kiddo, but I'm glad you're okay, unlike a certain bad boy in a moment. I'll deal with you next, Billy, but first..." Tank grabbed Theodore, my teddy, and handed him to me. I immediately grabbed Theodore and gave him a big hug, inhaling Tank’s scent from the plush fabric and flopping down on the bigger teddy that was still beneath me. I instantly felt so calm and relaxed. Tank then walked right up to Billy and grabbed him. "What are you gonna do, spank me?" asked Billy, staring Tank in the eyes to show he wasn't afraid. "No," said Tank. "We don't do that kind of punishment on my watch. You're going in the corner." Billy scoffed as he was taken to stand in the corner and told to stay there. I was sure he was going to disobey as soon as Tank turned away from him, but Tank leaned forward and whispered something into Billy's ear as he stood there. Billy instantly went rigid as if he had been shocked and stood rooted to the spot. "What did you do?" I asked Tank when he came back, smiling down at me as pleased as punch. "Did you shock him? Speak a trigger word?" "No," Tank said. "I just told him that if he didn't like my punishment we could always let the doctors pick his punishment instead." "Ohh... that's far worse," I said, shaking my head. "We'll see how long that lasts," said Tank, glancing back at Billy. "I don't think he can stay out of trouble for long... he's got a long way to go before he's a good boy." "Do we really have to use that language unironically?" I asked, giving Tank a sidelong glance. "What? Aren't you a good boy?" he asked. I instantly melted, as he said the words 'good boy' in reference to me. That trigger was still working strongly, and I could tell by the warmth in my chest as well as the warmth in the front of my diaper as I couldn't help but smile at the endorphin rush Tank had just given me like a punch to the gut. "N-no fair," I managed to mumble out before blissing out and snuggling into the big teddy beneath me. "Um... sorry to interrupt but, I think I might need a little help," said David, his face crinkled up in an expression of embarrassment as he stood there with his soggy diaper sagging between his legs. "Davey! Did you have an accident?" Tank's irrepressible smile told me he wasn't surprised in the least, but David didn't seem to notice it at all, such was his embarrassment. He was in his own little world, where he had completely failed and was this close to becoming a baby like me. "I'm sowwy," he said, sticking his thumb in his mouth and sniffling. I was amazed that with a few well chosen words from Tank, I could see David going back into little boy mode before my very eyes. "Aww, it's okay, sweetie," said Tank, gently taking Davey by the hand and leading him over to the changing table. "Little guys like you sometimes have accidents, but that's why Daddies like me are here to help! Just remember, it's okay to have accidents." Tank picked David up like he was nothing and plopped him down on the table. Then he leaned in and grinned as if telling a big secret. "Besides, everyone knows wet diapers feel better." David sniffled and nodded, happily accepting a stuffed bunny to hug while Daddy Tank laid him back, opened his wet diaper, and wiped him down. I could see him relaxing and knew the exact feeling he was experiencing - that special relaxing feeling of being cared for and put into a fresh clean diaper. "There we go baby boy, Daddy's got you. Now, now, don't feel too bad. You can still be the babysitter, honey, you'll just have to stay diapered, and don't you dare try to go off again and try to find a potty like a bad boy." David's face went red as Tank smirked and tweaked his chastity cage. "Y-you knew about that?" "Daddy knows everything," said Tank with a wink as he fluffed up a fresh thick pizza turtle diaper and reached for a nice thick stuffer. "This combo oughtta last plenty long since you won't be having any potty breaks for the rest of the day..." "The rest of the day?!" asked David, practically choking as he eyed the thick diaper. "Well, you did just break a big rule, little guy, and that can't come without consequences. Nothing too big. We all make mistakes, and you're just learning. Do it again, though, and you'll have corner time too, just like little Billy there. David stuck his thumb in his mouth and I swear I saw his cage jump as he looked down and said, "Yes, Daddy." That's when I was absolutely certain that he was really enjoying this baby treatment after all was said and done. After he changed David, Tank walked to the door of the nursery and called out, "Alright guys. You can come on in and get things set up now." Suddenly, freshman members of Alpha Beta Delta Lambda streamed into the room to set up. Next thing I knew, the room was abuzz with newbies personalizing and setting up the cribs, checking their notes from the seniors assigned to them to make everything ready for the new arrivals. Once again, I was reminded of just how much sway Tank had here. He was a leader, but I only knew him as daddy. Seeing him lead made me admire him all the more, even if I didn’t quite agree with all that was happening here. "Remember to do a good job both for your seniors, and for your friends who are now in the regression program.” One crib had the word, Daniel emblazoned on top. I could see that a freshie was making it extra soft with an adorable pastel bumper all along the bottom of the crib and matching fleece restraints. My crib, much like Billy's, hadn’t been modified too much. There were no restraints and the only unique feature, aside from my name, was a patterned mattress cover and matching pillowcase with the characters from my favorite show, The Diaper Pals, all over it. I smiled. Even though I didn’t particularly want to be a baby, it felt good to have to see something that was made special just for me. Of course, part of me was starting to like it, as much as I hate to admit it. Meanwhile, I could see that Billy’s crib was being significantly beefed up with heavy restraints. I could tell that nobody really trusted him to be a good boy, but that was OK, because that’s what the adults were there for. They would help us all be good. I shook my head. Where had that thought come from? It was a weird line of reasoning when I thought about it, but something told me it felt right. Was I being brainwashed? I saw Jason and the camera crew stroll in and start recording everything that they could capture. "Yo, check out all these personalized cribs. As you can see, the Freshies are hard at work making sure that everyone has their special setup just how they might like it. The upperclassmen are so excited to see their little ones come home - everyone gets one 'little bro' to take care of for the rest of their time on campus. And here’s our little Jimmy, and Davey... Davey, are you getting in on the baby action too, or are you babysitting? It's kinda hard to tell right now..." David blushed and covered his face "Not on camera, dude." "Aww, he's shy," said Jason, winking at the camera. "But not our little Jimmy. He is our little social media star isn’t he?" I looked up at the camera, knowing full well that hiding my face was a lost cause at this point. Tank intervened. "Our little Jimmy is a little tired right now. Why don’t you go check in on Billy?" Jason, grand and looked over. "Oh, is that our house baby Billy I see in the corner? I wonder what he did to get into trouble this time?" "Come on," said Tank. "It’s time for some daddy time. Just you and me." I smiled and nodded at him. Tank took me out of the nursery, insisting on carrying me back to our room, where he jumped into the plush bed with me in his lap. He kicked off his shoes (I didn’t have any shoes to kick off). Then, he cuddled me into his lap on the bed, sitting up with me between his crossed legs. He hugged me close with his two arms around my chest, then, he reached down and gave the front of my soggy diaper squeeze. "My little man is going to need a change soon," he said,"but first, let’s talk a bit. We can probably wait until your bath, kiddo." I nodded and nestled into him relaxing. I had Tank and I had my Teddy. That was everything I needed at that moment. "So what info did you get from Billy? Did he tell you anything revolutionary?" "No," I said, shaking my head. "It was just more of the same negativity from him. He mocked me for even trying." "I told you, baby boy." "I know, I know. I just wanted to try something, you know? It just seems like everything I do is useless and hopeless. All I can do is fail." I could feel myself beginning to tear up and get the sniffles. Tank bounced me a bit in his lap and hugged me gently in his powerful arms. "Hey, hey, hey, it’s all right. Now you know you’re not a failure, pumpkin." "I am too! I mean, look at me!" I looked down at the thick soaked diaper between my legs. "I failed at being a man. I failed to stand up for myself and avoid all this from happening. And… And…" I began to break out in sobs. Tank hugged me and just rocked me back-and-forth and kissed me on the head, and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me some more. "Don’t you say that about my baby boy. Don’t you dare say that about my baby boy. You are amazing and special, and I love you. And you know what else? Other people love you too. Look! Look at all the messages your friends have been leaving on your social media." Tank pulled out his phone and showed me all the messages of love on my videos and pictures. Messages from people I knew, my friends, and people I didn’t even know. "Let’s read them together," said Tank, and he proceeded to read each of them aloud. You’re looking so cute Jimmy. You rock. Never stop being you. Love you, Jimmy. Come visit sometime. I’ll babysit you 😉. I could just eat you up, a little guy. How come you never told me you were this cute behind closed doors? I love you, Jimmy. So glad you found happiness. You inspired me to be myself too. Thank you. "But why?" I asked, unable to believe my eyes. "All I’m good at now is sucking down formula and pooping my diapers. Why the heck would anyone applaud that? Why the heck would anyone love me like this?" "Because you’re my amazing baby boy," said Tank, smiling down on me and looking me in the eyes. "There doesn’t need to be any other reason than that." I began sniffling again, feeling all warm and fuzzy despite my situation. And Tank showed me more, showed me all those comments of people who wanted to be like me, but didn’t have the courage to accept that part of themselves until they saw me living my life. After reading all these comments with my own eyes, I began to understand that doing what I was doing was having a positive impact on the world in some strange and unexplainable way. I didn’t understand it, but Tank put it like this. "No matter what you do, baby boy, it's going to make a positive difference, because of who you are. You’re a really good boy with a big heart. I’ve seen it. There’s no denying it. You’re nothing like Billy. You’re sweet and caring and you care about others. That makes a huge difference and you don’t even know it. I mean, it made a difference in my life," Tank added quietly. I turned to stare at Tank as he looked down and blushed. I hadn’t really seen him like this before, being so adorable and vulnerable. My heart melted and I couldn’t resist giving him the biggest hug. "Oh, daddy. I love you!" Tank hugged me back and kissed me on the head. "I love you, too, baby boy. I love you too." And that’s when I noticed the fact that I was no longer sitting on Tank's leg. What I had mistaken for his leg with something very different. I looked down between my legs and blushed. "Um, daddy? Is that… is that your, um... is it for me?" Tank's face went even redder as he brought his hands down to, presumably, move me and cover himself up. I grabbed his arms and stopped him. Of course, he could’ve overpowered me, but he stopped cold and looked at me, uncertain of what I was about to do or say. "It’s OK, Daddy. I... like it." I looked down again. "That’s… That’s for me… Wow…" "Oh, baby boy… I’m not sure, we're ready for..." "It's OK, daddy. I'm not sure either. Let’s just… cuddle and see what happens..." I lowered myself down facing him and cuddled him, his erection pressing my diaper into my thick anal plug. I bet my lip as I held him tight and ground a bit on his bulge as he hugged me close. "I love you, baby boy." My heart rate began to pick up as I looked him in the eyes. I had never felt this way before with another person. This was more than just making stickies in my diaper. I wanted to kiss him. I brought my face closer to his to try and kiss him, but he kissed me on the head, denying me that adult expression of intimacy. I moaned as electrical impulses tickled up and down my urethra while Tank's hard-on forced my plug against my prostate and more urine trickled out into my diaper. It felt so good to be close to him enjoying my diapers like this. It felt right. "Oh, baby boy. You are r-really just g-grinding on me… Are you sure you really want to... I mean, do you consent to..." "Daddy, I want you inside me," I said, cutting to the chase. "Baby boy… I... don’t think you are quite open enough back there for Daddy's..." "Please, Daddy, I need humpies," I whined. "Calm down, baby boy. You're not ready for that yet, and neither is Daddy. But… We can keep doing this… This feels nice… " "Y-yes, daddy…" I continued to rub up against him, his hard-on now clearly poking out over the top of his underwear. It was so big that I could straddle it like a log jam ride. And that’s exactly what I did, humping against it. Then, a wild idea came to me and I leaned forward, putting my mouth to the tip of his thick cock head. He gasped and sat up in shock, but I didn't stop. "Baby boy, what are you- HOOOOLLLLY SHIIIIIIT!" He immediately threw his head back into the pillow and began moaning loudly, gripping onto the sheets as I nursed on the tip of his cock head. It filled my mouth completely. I couldn’t even get the whole thing in my mouth, but I got enough to make him feel great, flicking my tongue over the underside of his corona and frenulum. "Oh, baby boy. You’re making Daddy feel so good." I moaned and nodded as I kept suckling. Daddy was panting hard. I could tell he was fighting to calm himself down, and I could feel the heat radiating off of his excited body, not least of all in my mouth. When he finally managed to utter out something coherent he said, "Does baby Jimmy want Daddy's milkies?" I suckled harder and nodded in the affirmative. Nothing was going to stop me from getting my milkies at this point. "Oh, gods, baby boy. Daddy can’t hold out much longer. I’m gonna… I'm g-gonna..." Tank let out a loud howl as his gargantuan cock sprayed my throat down like a hose. I swallowed down the warm, savory goop like thick musky pudding, and it kept coming and it filled up my tummy so full that it was bulging out. It was so good, better than formula because it was coming from Daddy. It was so much cum so that I couldn’t swallow it all down and it began to spray out from my bulging cheeks across my face, my nose, my lips, my chin, dripping down. And even though I managed to gulp down at least 80%, there was still so much that got all over me. Enough to make me wish I had worn a bib because it splattered me like I had just had a huge meal in the highchair. I didn’t realize that I was running low on air until he finally stopped cumming and I got my first gasp of breath. I felt lightheaded. How long had I been chugging down man chowder? I pulled my head back, stunned, my face dripping with cum. I looked down at myself. I was all over my chest and tummy, dripping down onto the front of my diaper, and I could see the droplets raining down from my chin as well. I looked back up at Tank, still shocked. Tank was still recovering, running his hand through his hair with his eyes rolled back in pleasure, and it was a moment before they flickered and he finally was able to look at me and perceive just what his eruption had done to me. He immediately burst out laughing. "Oh my gosh, baby, boy! You’re a mess! We need to get into the bath, pronto!" I looked around for a towel, suddenly wanting to wipe myself clean before stepping outside. Not finding one, I reached for the blanket. "None of that, baby boy. I don't want you making a bigger mess in here. I'll just carry you out as is. Besides, I want everyone to see how much I love my baby boy." My face went bright red as I looked at the door. "Daddyyyyy! You’re embarrassing me!" "Good. That’s what Daddies do best."

Chapter 8: The Ultimatum Fuck Gerard and his 'I'm here to help' attitude, thought Frank, fuming at how he had been treated by the man who had taken them in. The man who was increasingly controlling his life, along with his wife. Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? If he was honest with himself, he would admit that part of him was turned on by this treatment, so much so that even now his pee pee was hard in his diaper. But of course, he was rarely honest with others, let alone himself. He sucked his pacifier angrily. The one thing he did know was that he definitely didn't need a nap. He wasn't even sleepy. Not even a little bit, he thought, as he yawned. He would just close his eyes for a second... Half an hour later, Gerard called Leandra over to the bedroom. "Honey, look at this." The two of them looked down at the adorable boy sleeping soundly in his pajamas and suckling his pacifier with a smile. He wasn't even snoring thanks to the sucker in his mouth. "Oh... he's adorable," cooed Leandra. Gerard put his arm around her and hugged her closer. "And he's all ours. Even if he is a pain in the butt." She leaned into Gerard and looked into his eyes. She loved this man, and she could see that he loved her, and Frank too even if the man was a disappointment of a husband. She had never been happier. The two lovers brought their lips together and began to kiss passionately in the doorway until they nearly fell over into the doorframe. "Oh, sorry," said Gerard, steadying himself and Leandra. "Uh... he, uh, looks like he could sleep a little longer... Don't you think?" "Yeah," said Leandra. "I think he could sleep a little longer..." The two of them hurried off to Gerard's bedroom to finish what they had started while their little boy continued to snooze in bed, oblivious to what had just taken place right in front of him. ***** Half an hour later, Frank awoke, bleary eyed, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and yawned. For a second, he was confused as he felt the rubber nipple invading his mouth, and something thick and bulky between his legs, but then he remembered. It was this ridiculous demeaning treatment his wife and her friend had dreamed up. I don't have to put up with this, he thought. I can just take that paci out right now if I want to. He hooked his finger on the ring and then hesitated, thinking about what the two had said. No taking out the pacifier and no getting out of bed. He sighed. Maybe he would wait there just a little longer. After all, he was in enough trouble as it was. He just hoped an adult would show up soon. He had to pee. Ten minutes later, Frank was fed up. He was going to pee his pants if he didn't get to the potty soon. Maybe if he left his pacifier in, he reasoned, he would be able to convince them that he at least tried to follow the rules. He slid out from under the covers and gently stepped down off the bed one leg at a time. He padded over to the bathroom and walked over to the potty. Then, he remembered that he couldn't get out of his pajamas on his own. Damn, he thought, trying in vain to reach the stupid zipper. He might be able to get it undone if he had a sharp hook and about 30 minutes to spare, but his bladder was not going to wait that long. He decided to go looking for a grown-up instead, holding his crotch as he waddled out into the hall and then to the kitchen in search of help. He looked around. No one there. He grimaced as he began to feel shooting pains coming from his bladder. A final warning that he was about to have an accident if he didn't get out of his dino jammies and onto a potty quickly. He bit into his pacifier and squeezed his legs together until the pain subsided slightly, and in that stillness, he heard a noise. What was that? It sounded like it was coming from the direction of Gerard's bedroom. Maybe there was someone in there. He waddled as fast as his legs would take him in the direction of the noise. The noise was louder outside Gerard's bedroom door. It sounded like he was working out. He was grunting and groaning. Then he heard something else. A woman's voice. Leandra? He felt a knot in the pit of his stomach as a terrible thought came to mind. Were the two of them fucking? Well, he thought. If I can't have any privacy during my fun time, neither can they! He pulled on the handle and the door swung open revealing Gerard shoving his tool into Leandra from behind. And what a tool. Frankie was so taken aback by the size of Gerard's cock and the power behind it, that he almost forgot to be angry for a second. Stunned, his mouth fell open and his pacifier clattered to the floor. His own penis sprang to attention as he saw the two of them fucking in front of him. At the sound of the plastic clattering on the ground, they both stopped and turned around to see him. "Oh, hey, baby. What are you doing out of bed?" asked a breathless Leandra, tucking several loose strands of hair behind her ear. "What are you doing under Gerard?!" yelled Frank in response. "Hey! Don't you raise your voice at her, young man," said Gerard, still lodged firmly inside Frank's wife. "Fuck you, Gerard, you French Bastard!" said Frank, his face bright red. He was red with anger, all the more so because of how hot he found it all. He didn't want to have those feelings right then. He couldn't bear the fact that part of him wished they would keep doing it like he wasn't even there. Gerard's face went dark. He ran his hand over Leandra's cheek, and down her side as he stepped back, coming out of her with a schlorp. He stepped off the bed, still hard, cock dripping with their mingled juices. "Now what do you think gives you the right to come in here and start throwing a tantrum, little man?" "Because you're fucking my wife?!" said Frank, his voice inflecting upwards and going gravelly as he screamed the words. "Because you've humiliated me and put me in these stupid baby diapers and made me take a nap while you're in here having an affair?!" In two strides, the taller, naked man had Frank by the arm. "Now you listen here. This is my house and I make the rules," he yelled in a booming voice that left Frank stunned and silent. "You're being treated like a little boy because that's exactly how you've behaved for years. You've had years to get it right, and you couldn't, so now you're here. With me. And this is what's gonna happen. You will live here with us. You will do as we say. You will call Leandra Mommy and you will call me Daddy. And you will never. Ever. Have an adult life again." "But I-" "You will not dress yourself. You will not diaper yourself. You will not make stickies in your little didees. And you most definitely will not be fucking your wife. But you can watch me fuck her, because now it's time for me to finish what I started." Gerard turned to climb back up onto the bed. Frank spoke but his voice came out sounding smaller and more plaintive than he'd intended. "But I have to go pot-" "Use your diaper," barked Gerard, cutting Frank off. "You sure as hell don't know how to use the toilet." "He's right, sweetie," said Leandra. "You can't even flush properly. Now you just stand there and piddle your pampers and watch our wife get fucked by a real man." Frank stood there, speechless, as Gerard climbed back on top of his wife and resumed his fucking. He then realized that he didn't have to pee anymore. Gerard's booming voice must have shaken it out of him, because only a few spurts remained, flowing out of him as he watched the two of them go at it. "Fuuuhhuuhhuuhhuuuckk Me!" cried Leandra. "You like that, my beautiful treasure?" asked Gerard as he relished the sensation of fucking his beautiful lover in front of her bratty husband. "Yes, Gerard! I love it! Fill me up!" "Does it feel even better to do it in front of your pants-pissing limp-dicked husband?" "Yes! Oh yes, it feels amazing!" "I think so too," he said, turning his head and looking Frank straight in the eye as he neared his climax. "I'm going to cum!" he bellowed. "Me too!" cried Leandra as the two of them began to cry out like animals in heat. Without even thinking about it, Frank's own hand had found its way to the front of his soggy diaper. The wet padding felt amazing on his dick. So good in his already highly aroused and emotionally excited state, that he was close to cumming himself, not that he was aware of that. He was too focused on what was happening in front of him. He had only seen it through the tiny screen of his phone, but never in person. Never like this. He was so enthralled by the raw animal sexuality of their coupling that he had forgotten to be anything but an observer. Gerard pulled out and semen spilled onto the covers of his bed, with yet more cum still dripping from his hard dick. Frank leaned forward unconsciously, opening his mouth and drooling. "Thought so," said Gerard, standing in front of Frank with a smirk. "You're no man. You just watched your wife get fucked and all you can do is play with yourself. Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to play with Mr. Peepee?" "Wha?" said Frank, coming to his senses. "N-No! I did NOT enjoy it. And I don't need to stand here and be insulted by you. I'm out of here!" "And just where do you think you're going dressed like that?" asked Gerard as Frank turned to leave. Frank looked down at himself and realized how he looked. "Y-you're gonna take these off of me, and then I'm gonna leave." Frank said, his voice faltering. "Okay. If you want to leave then I can take them off of you. Then I'll lock you out of the house in just your diapers and you can figure out what to do from there." "I have a car..." Frank began, but Leandra jumped in. "No you don't. That's my car now. You spent all our money so I'm taking the car." "And we have the keys. And your wallet. And your phone." added Gerard. "Just what are you planning to do when you leave here, little one?" "I... I..." "He doesn't know," said Leandra. "He's too little to figure that sort of thing out on his own." "Then I guess we'll just have to teach him exactly where he stands." On the word 'exactly', Gerard reached forward and grabbed the smaller man's wrist, pulling him in. "You've been a very bad boy, little Frankie," he said, unzipping the man's pajamas and pulling them down. Frankie very quickly found himself sitting in the naked man's lap in nothing but his soggy diaper. "No! Lemme go!" Frankie said, Kicking and screaming like a toddler having a tantrum. "Honey, get the little one's pacifier," "On it," said Leandra, bending down to pick up the fallen pacifier and cleaning it with her mouth before popping it into her struggling husband's mouth. She held it there while Gerrard held the smaller man firmly down on his lap. "I'm going to let go of this pacifier," said Leandra, "and when I do, it stays in your mouth. You've already broken this rule once. Break it again and see what happens." Frank gave her a defiant look, but a sharp look from her and a smack on his naked thigh settled him down real quick. Frank already knew he was no match for either of them but clearly Leandra needed to give him a little reminder. When she finally released the pacifier, he looked annoyed, but it stayed in place. That was progress. "Little boy, we are going to have to have a talk about your behavior," said Gerard, looking down at the smaller man in his lap. In nothing but a soggy puppy-print diaper, Frank looked nothing like the mature adult he claimed to be. "First of all," said Gerard, "you do not go into Mommy and Daddy's room without permission, little one. And you should not be out of bed and wandering the house alone. You could get hurt!" "She's my wife, Gewawd! Not my Mommy! Leandwa," said Frank as he spoke around the pacifier, "teww Gewawd to wet me go!" Frank looked desperately at his wife who just smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm not, sweetie, I am your mommy now, and you are our little boy so you have no reason to be upset about Mommy and Daddy's adult time. When was the last time you did anything sexual with me, huh? You've proven you'd rather be a silly little boy who makes stickies in his pampers instead." "You can't do dis! When I get out of hewe, I'm gonna teww evewyone what you did!" "The choice is yours, Frankie." said Gerard, holding the man firmly in place. "You can follow my rules and be our submissive baby cuckold, or you can go out on the street with nothing but a soggy diaper. And do you think that anyone is going to listen to a diaper pissing baby who tried to run away from home?" Frank's eyes went wide as he slowly shook his head. "So what'll it be," asked Gerard. Are you going to be our subby cucky sucker, or are you going to try explaining to a stranger how you let another man put you in a diaper and fuck your wife in front of you?" Gerard pulled out the pacifier so Frank could answer clearly.

13)     The New Tommy I woke up the next day feeling very calm and relaxed. I suddenly realised that I still had my pacifier in my mouth and had managed to keep it in all night. I started to feel all fuzzy and warm inside again. I hoped that Jenny would be happy to know that I had slept with my pacifier in my mouth all night. Like most mornings, I woke up needing to pee. After spending the last few days in diapers, wetting myself was becoming a lot easier to do. I had barely started relaxing my bladder when I quickly felt a stream of pee hitting the inside of my diaper. I lay there in the crib sucking on my pacifier as my diaper slowly became warm as I continued wetting myself. It was an odd sensation. I was starting to find comfort in wearing a diaper and it felt reassuring to know that it was always there to protect me. Before I could think any more about it, my mother entered the room. ‘Morning sweetheart’, she beamed, ‘how did you sleep?’ ‘I actually slept really well’, I said as I took out my pacifier. ‘I’m not surprised’, my mother smiled, ‘we got back home just after 9pm. I poked my head in to see you but you were already fast asleep’. I was amazed at how quickly I had actually fallen asleep after being put to bed by Jenny. ‘I hear you were a good boy for Jenny last night’, my mother said. ‘I did my best’, I replied whilst trying not to smile. ‘Maybe I should get Jenny to babysit you more often’, my mother joked. Deep down, I think I wanted that more than anything. ‘How’s that diaper doing?’ my mother asked as she let down the side of the crib, ‘are you wet?’ ‘Yes Mommy’, I replied. My mother was slightly taken by surprise that I had called her ‘Mommy’. As a matter of fact, I was surprised as well. I started to worry that maybe I was enjoying this baby punishment a bit too much. My mother gave me a kiss on my forehead. ‘Well then’, she grinned, we’d better get baby Tommy out of that soggy diaper’. As she got out the changing supplies, I put my pacifier back into my mouth. My Mom noticed and couldn’t help but smile. ‘I think baby Tommy is starting to enjoy his pacifier, isn’t he?’ she giggled. I nodded my head and once again started to relax as my mother began to change my diaper. As she started cleaning me with baby wipes, I had flashbacks to Jenny changing my diaper last night. What had started out as an embarrassing night had soon turned into something…magical. The way that she had cared for me as if I was her baby felt incredible. There was something about Jenny having so much authority over me that was very exciting. As my mother started pouring baby powder over my genitals, I wondered…was this actually a punishment. It certainly didn’t feel like it anymore. As we went downstairs, I waddled into the kitchen in nothing but a diaper whilst still sucking on my pacifier. Sophie was sat on the floor colouring a picture whilst Lana was washing a few pots. ‘Morning Tommy’, Lana grinned as she saw me. ‘Hi Lana’, I managed to babble through my pacifier. ‘Did you have fun with Jenny last night?’ she asked, ‘I’ve heard that you all had a fun evening’. ‘It was good’, I replied whilst trying not to sound too happy. ‘Would you like some toast’, Lana asked. I nodded enthusiastically. Without being asked, I made my way over to the highchair. My mother and Lana looked at each other grinning. My Mom came over and got me strapped in whilst Lana came over with a plate of toast and a bottle of juice. ‘Thank you, Lana’, I said as I took my pacifier out. ‘You’re welcome sweetie’, Lana smiled. ‘Well done for using your manners’, my mother said. As I started to eat my toast, I felt my fresh diaper between my legs. ‘I could start getting used to this’, I thought to myself. After finishing my toast, I instantly stuck the baby bottle of juice into my mouth and started sucking hungrily on the nipple. My mother seemed surprised that I wasn’t complaining, but the truth was…I had nothing to complain about. - After having a shower, I went through the normal routine of being diapered by my mother. As I laid down in the crib, I lifted my bottom up so that my mother could slide a fresh diaper underneath me. By this point, I was used to being diapered and knew what was required of me during a diaper change. After my mother had sprinkled my genitals with baby powder, I instantly raised my legs so that she could powder my bottom as well. My mother smiled. ‘I must say’, she said, ‘this is certainly becoming a lot easier’. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked. ‘I haven’t heard you complain once today’, she smiled, ‘I think this diaper punishment has really worked on you’. ‘I guess so’, I replied. She taped on my diaper and waited whilst I put on my t-shirt and socks. Just before I was allowed to go downstairs, my mother fixed my pacifier onto my t-shirt. As we walked into the living room, Sophie was watching an episode of Dora the Explorer. Lana was standing in the corner, ironing some clothes. ‘You look busy’, my mother said to Lana as she saw the stack of clothes waiting to be ironed. ‘Yes, Sophie is going back to preschool next week so I’m getting some of her outfits ready’, Lana replied. ‘Ooh wow, preschool’, exclaimed my mother and turned to Sophie, ‘you’re certainly becoming a big girl now, aren’t you?’ Sophie smiled before turning her attention back to the TV. I felt slightly ashamed that Sophie was being praised for being a ‘big girl’ whilst I stood with my diaper on display. However, after my encounter yesterday with Jenny, there was something about being vulnerable that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. ‘You can watch something on TV if you’d like to, Tommy’, said Lana, ‘I’m sure Sophie will be happy to do something else’. At that moment, a strange sensation came over me. ‘Actually, I’m quite happy to watch whatever Sophie is watching’, I replied. ‘She’s watching Dora the Explorer’, Lana chuckled, ‘do you really want to watch that?’ ‘I don’t mind’, I replied shrugging my shoulders. Lana looked at my mother slightly puzzled. My mother also looked slightly confused for a second before accepting my decision and moving on. ‘I’ll make us some coffee’, she said. ‘Sounds lovely’, Lana smiled. As she left the room, I put my pacifier into my mouth. Lana noticed me. ‘You don’t need to have that in your mouth if you don’t want to’, she said. I didn’t reply and smiled before watching the TV. I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening to me. The pacifier in my mouth felt so soothing and calming. The diaper between my legs felt comforting and safe. Even the sounds of Dora the Explorer made me feel happy and relaxed. What was happening to me? - That evening, everything changed. As I walked into the kitchen, the first thing I noticed was that the highchair wasn’t there. It had been folded up and placed in the corner. I looked at my mother in confusion. She smiled. ‘I think it’s time we let you sit back at the grown-up table’, she said. ‘Really?’ I asked whilst trying not to sound disappointed. ‘You haven’t complained once today and I can see that you’ve been trying really hard with your behaviour’, she replied, ‘besides, we’re only here for one more day so it’ll be nice to bring a fourteen-year-old teenager back home with me rather than a baby’. The two women laughed. I sat at the dining table and was given some dinner to eat. I noticed that Lana had given me a glass of coca cola to drink as well. I could see both my mother and Lana smiling at me as I started to realise that my punishment was coming to an end. However, as I started to eat my dinner, I had mixed feelings about it all. Part of me was glad to be reaching the end of my punishment but another part of me didn’t want it to end. I continued eating my meal with mixed feelings about everything. - After my usual evening shower, I dried myself off and headed back to the bedroom ready to be diapered. However, as I walked into the room, my eyes widened in shock. The first thing I noticed was the bed. The crib railings had disappeared and now stood the familiar unicorn bed again. The second thing I noticed was my mother standing next to it. ‘What’s going on?’ I asked. ‘I think you’ve earned yourself a normal bed again’ my mother said smiling, ‘I’m so proud of you Tommy. You’ve been behaving so much better’. She then held up a pair of my underwear. ‘I bet you’re glad to see these again’, she grinned. I should have been glad but deep down I felt disappointed. ‘Am I not wearing a diaper to bed?’ I asked. ‘No more diapers’, my mother chuckled, ‘you’ve proven that you can be a grown up after all. You were really well behaved for Jenny last night and you’ve had another good day today. I think it’s time we started treating you like a fourteen-year-old again’. As I took the underwear from my mother’s hand and put them on, it felt completely wrong. The comfort of the thick padding between my legs had disappeared. ‘How does it feel to wear your normal underwear again?’ my mother asked. ‘It feels wrong’, I replied honestly. My mother thought that I was joking and started laughing. ‘It’ll take you a day or two to get used to wearing your normal underwear again’, she admitted. My mother asked if I wanted to go downstairs for a bit longer but I politely declined and jumped into bed. I couldn’t be around people. I needed to be on my own. After my mother turned out the light and left the room, I sat there feeling completely lost. It didn’t feel right to not have any crib bars surrounding me. It felt wrong not having a thick diaper between my legs. I was even starting to crave my pacifier. I stuck my thumb into my mouth and attempted to recreate the feeling of a pacifier. It didn’t feel anywhere near as soothing but it helped a little bit. I couldn’t believe that my babyish punishment had come to an end. I didn’t want it to end. That was when I started to come up with a plan…maybe it didn’t have to end.