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Dang. At this point, Marie's gonna have the brains of a baby, but I think Sarah can handle it, given how intense she can be. Also, it's kinda sweet that sucking on her pacifier instantly calmed Lee down.

She's gonna need a wig for a month or two... And definitely start wearing longer skirts to hide her diapers, but she'll be able to go back to the Game Shop and talk with her friends again... Though she may suffer some pent up ribbing from Joey and Tristan.

New profile, not a newcomer. CT guy, 64, musician, omorashi and diaper lover, Looking forward to reconnecting and meeting some new faces here.

Babmino Teddy.  Still dry at the moment.

Chapter 7 The next morning, Arthur woke up with an almost comical thickness between his legs. The double diaper had turned into something monstrous: the first one — the one he’d cum in the night before — was completely saturated and had leaked heavily into the second. The result was a heavy, warm, sticky mass that forced him to spread his thighs just to stand up. On top of that, his chastity cage was painfully squeezing his cock, which had been desperately trying to get hard for hours. A frustrated, aching erection with nowhere to go. He let out a groan as he got to his feet and waddled toward the bathroom, every step making the soggy contents of his diaper squish and crinkle loudly against his skin. He felt ridiculous. Ashamed. And, humiliatingly, very turned on. In the kitchen, Liam was already preparing breakfast, shirtless, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up and his gaze immediately dropped to the massive bulge distorting Arthur’s pajama pants. “Morning, big guy,” he said with a crooked smile. “Sleep well in your double diaper?” Arthur blushed furiously, ears burning. “Morning… Yeah, I’m… I’m pretty worked up,” he admitted, embarrassed. “The cage has been hurting since I woke up.” Liam set his coffee down and stepped closer, looking amused. “I can see that. You were a good boy all night, that’s a start. Do you want me to help you relieve some of that pressure?” Arthur looked down at the floor, mortified that he even had to ask. “Yes… please. I promise I won’t touch myself again without your permission.” Liam gently stroked his cheek. “Good boy. Come here.” He pulled Arthur’s pajama pants down to his ankles, revealing the swollen, yellowed double diaper. With practiced hands, he first removed the outer diaper, then opened the inner one — still warm with dried cum and piss. He unlocked the chastity cage. Arthur’s cock sprang free, hard and flushed red with frustration. But Liam didn’t touch him directly. Instead, he immediately slid a fresh NorthShore MegaMax around Arthur’s waist and taped it snugly in place. “That way, you’ll cum inside your diaper,” he murmured, pressing his palm flat against the thick, clean front. “Much better, don’t you think?” Arthur nodded, breathing already ragged. Liam began rubbing him through the bulky padding — pressing, stroking, kneading the front with expert pressure. The plastic crinkled softly under his hand. Arthur closed his eyes and let out a long, relieved moan. It felt incredible after a night of torment. Liam gradually sped up, squeezing harder, until Arthur was trembling against him. “Go on,” Liam whispered in his ear. “Cum in your diaper like a good boy.” Arthur came hard, his whole body shaking with powerful spasms as he flooded the fresh diaper with thick ropes of cum. He stayed slumped against Liam afterward, panting, legs weak. “Thank you…” he murmured, still flushed. Liam kissed his forehead, locked the chastity cage back on, and taped the diaper securely over it. “You’re welcome. Just remember your promise.” They sat down for a big breakfast. Arthur ate with real appetite, feeling lighter and more relaxed than he had in a long time. But half an hour later, while lounging on the couch to digest, his stomach suddenly started gurgling dangerously. A heavy, urgent pressure built up fast. He squirmed, clenched his ass, but it was no use. The rich meal was demanding to come out. The need became overwhelming. He had to push. A pure shiver of shame ran through him. He had never used his diaper for messing before. Not like this. Not on purpose. But Liam had made him feel safe… He spread his legs wider, leaned back against the couch, and pushed. A large, warm log slowly slid out, dropping into the diaper with a wet, disgusting sound. The feeling was overwhelming: the heat spreading across his ass, the soft, sticky mass squishing and spreading, the added weight making the already thick diaper even heavier. At the same time, he was pissing heavily, flooding the front. The diaper swelled in every direction — warm, heavy, filthy… and incredibly arousing. Arthur’s cheeks were burning. He felt dirty. Degraded. And yet, his caged cock was straining again. When he was finished, he sat there for a moment, breathing heavily, secretly savoring the heavy, warm mess between his cheeks. He finally stood up, trying to walk normally, but the extra weight and the way the mush moved with every step completely gave him away. Liam, watching from the kitchen, raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on, Arthur?” Arthur froze, red as a tomato. “I… I messed my diaper,” he mumbled, voice barely audible. Liam stood up, walked over, and without warning gave the back of the diaper a firm pat. The soft mess squelched loudly, spreading even more across Arthur’s ass. “Oh wow…” Liam chuckled softly. “That’s a very full diaper. Diapers are made for that, sweetheart. No need to be embarrassed.” “Can… can you change me?” Arthur asked timidly, hoping this humiliation would end soon. Liam felt the diaper from both sides, pressing into the warm, heavy load as if judging how full it was. “Hmm… Not full enough for a change yet,” he replied with a mischievous smile. “You’re going to keep it on a little longer. It’ll help remind you who’s in charge now.” Arthur opened his mouth in horror, but no words came out. Liam gently patted his cheek. “Go sit back down on the couch. I’ll tell you what we’re doing today.” Arthur obeyed, heart pounding, and lowered himself back onto the couch. The warm, mushy mess squished and spread even further underneath him with a loud, wet squelch. He closed his eyes, mortified, aroused, and utterly submissive. He was going to have to stay like this… for a while longer.