DaddyTitus

Titus smiled. Hook, line and sinker. After the laxatives she'd never have picked the liquid, her pride meant she wouldn't use a pacifier and for a girl who cared about her appearance so much, booties just wouldn't do it. So she'd picked the bottle, as he predicted "Okay then! Well, the rules of this are, I will fill this up with anything of your choice, bar alcohol, and that's all you're allowed to drink from. All day. Until I say you're a big girl again, alright?" Kayla's face predictably scrunched in anger, but soon fell to resignation. "F-fine I suppose..." The sharks grin returned onto Titus's face, and he swiftly left the girl, lying on the floor and went into his cupboard, unscrewing the baby bottle lid and filling part of it with a white powder. This would do it, softening her warning systems for when she needed the toilet and causing the girl to uncontrollably use her diaper, he thought. He returned out front, slight smile quirked and handed the bottle to Kayla. "Now remember, if you use anything aside from this, you know what I'll do, okay? Now run along to class, there's a good baby!" As the girl trudged out of the room, audible crinkling came from under her skirt, and a red flush settled on her cheeks. Titus grinned. This was going, perfectly

Titus watched as the desperate Kayla ripped off her diaper, face contorted in glee. "Remind me when I said you could remove your diaper, Miss Kayla?" The girl frowned. "I hate it! It's humiliating and you know it you fucking creep!". Titus's expression blackened, and in an instant he'd crossed the room, and grabbed the girls arm. "This is a punishment young lady, a punishment until you can prove you are a mature, sensible young lady. So far, you've acted childish, wet yourself and sworn at me. So I'm going to give you two options. You can lie down, tape that diaper back onto yourself and accept you'll be padded until I say you aren't, or every single picture of naughty baby Kayla in her thick diapers will be all OVER this school." He saw the lip tremble, knew he'd won "No... No you wouldn't!" But even as her protest left her mouth she was grudgingly lying down, hands between her legs as she pulled the diaper back around her hips. "Good girl!" Titus praised "Now, since you've been so good, I've got a little present!" A bottle. A pacifier. Booties. And a pot of some clear, viscous substance. "Choose one baby! There's a good girl!"

Titus waited for Kayla's class to end and as he did so, he looked at some of the other infantile paraphernalia he'd ordered, and considered how to use it. Laxatives and diapers were a simple combination, and forcing the young woman's horny parts into a babies padding was an embarrassment to the girl. Titus however, wasn't satisfied, not until the once confident and raunchy cheerleader was nothing but a dumb baby, completely obedient to him. The pacifier, he mused. That would start nicely. Opening his phone he messaged Kayla on the schools teacher-student platform, to come and meet him at his office after her class He had work to do

Titus sat back on his heels and smirked at the pouting, red-faced girl lying in front of him, legs forced open by the thick padding. "See Miss Kayla? Much better. Now you're protected from all your accidents" Kayla scowled, opened her mouth to protest, and shut it again as Titus raised his palm; the threat obvious. "Now. Until I deem you to be ready, you are to wear diapers at all times. If you take them off to use the bathroom at ANY time, I will know, and you'll be spanked again. If you need changes, that is at my discretion. Understood" Even the threat of a spanking couldn't deter the reaction, Kayla exploded with righteous fury "What the fuck? No you utter pervert, not a chance! I'm a grown woman, not some stupid baby wetting herself." Titus rolled his eyes, having predicted the response. "Fine. Well, then it'll be such a shame when these go out...." In an instant, his phone was in hand and camera flashed, capturing the pouting, diapered girl. "If you even think of disobeying me, all of these photos are gonna be everywhere. Your friends. Your parents. The whole school. Understand" Kayla's face dropped, broken. She mumbled something inaudible, then louder at Titus's request. "Fine" "Good girl. Now off you go to class, baby. And don't even think about disobeying me here. Kayla flushed a bright red, but complied, scurrying from the room, pulling her skirt down to conceal the thick diaper. Titus smiled. This, was just the beginning

Titus backed away from a flailing hand, as Kayla, sobbing, thrust her arms out in desperation. "Excuse me, Miss Kayla, did you just wet yourself." It was quite obvious she had, the damp spot covering the front of her skirt and dripping down onto the carpet, but Kayla still denied it through the tears, frantically justifying her accident. "No, no no it's not real, I must have spilt something." Titus gave an indulgent smile. "Miss Kayla, you've wet yourself. Like a baby. A silly baby. Luckily, all us teachers are equipped for such an eventuality." Vanishing into a closet - eyes darting over the arrangement of baby clothes, toys and pacis, Titus grabbed something and headed back to where Kayla was still frantically trying to cover up her accident. He smiled lightly. "Now this may seem extreme, but in such a case, I think it's best you be protected a little, ok?" Kayla looked up, and her face immediately twisted in shock and disgust "I- is that a diaper?" Titus offered an apologetic smile, and nodded, gesturing at Kayla to lie down and remove her underwear. "Yes. I'm sorry, but until whatever this is you have is gone, it's my duty to make sure a little pants wetter like you is diapered." Kayla scowled, backed away "No, no you don't understand it was an accident it was an accident it was an accident don't come near me with that, no please!" She was crying again now, ugly tears streaking mascara down her face. Titus watched for a second, then moved forward, grabbing her by the arm "This is for your own good." "Shut up you sick fuck don't put that on me, don't you fucking dare!" Kayla lashed out, barely missing Titus' face, and his countenance twisted. Moving swiftly, he pinioned the girl until she was facing the floor, ass up. Smack. The first spank resonated around the room, and Kayla cried out in shock. Smack. Smack. Smack. As his hand rose and fell over Kayla's ass, Titus, through gritted teeth spat out a sentence "You don't DARE to raise a hand to me, understand? You wet yourself like a stupid baby, and like a stupid baby you will need to be protected." With that, Kayla's defence crumbled. She lay there through her panties being removed, her crotch being coated in talcum powder, and an enormously thick white diaper being slid between her legs and taped up, until she could barely squeeze her thighs. Titus sat back with a pleased smile. "There we go baby, much better."

Titus was reclining in a heavy armchair when the tentative knock resonated on his door. Levering himself to his feet, he opened the door, revealing Kayla, sultry expression plastered across her face, makeup like a dolls, wearing a crop top and skirt so short it was more like a scrap of fabric around her waist. A tic spasmed across Titus' face. "Miss Kayla. Come on in" Kayla's face twisted into something resembling confusion at the curt greeting, but did as ordered, trailing behind Titus, and obediently sitting down into the offered chair. "So, what was it you wanted to discuss, sir?" Kayla seemed confident in her feminity, her allure. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, she bit her lip, eyes roaming up and down Titus' body. Titus poured a drink, slid it to her, and inclined his head towards it. Kayla, hesitantly, but egged on by Titus' light smile downed it. "Well, what do you want to discuss, young lady? Don't take me for a fool, I know what you want from me" Kayla smirked. She rose to her feet, sauntered over and leaned over Titus, slowly moving closer and closer. "Maybe I want you? How's that sound, sir?" Titus stood up, towering over her. "And what makes you think that's what I want from you?" Kayla frowned, then her expression shifted - worry, desperation. She could feel her bodies impulse, pressure on her bladder building from the laxative spiked drink. Stuttering, she backed towards the door, tried to force it open, failed as the lock stayed sturdy. She was halfway towards the bathroom, when she lost all control, a dark circle spreading from the small skirt. Titus smiled, properly this time. "Now. Let's discuss what I want from you."

A twitch spasmed across Titus' face, watching the slutty student look up at him through doleful eyes. "Actually, yes. There is." Standing up, and pushing her backwards roughly, Titus towered over the smaller woman. "We're gonna make a deal you and I. Because we both know you'll fail this class else." "Well Professor, whatever you want" Kayla smirked, expecting an easy victory, confident in her long legs and short skirt, but that was far from the case. Titus smiled. Hook, line and sinker. "I'm gonna write up some rules, visit my room later. Understood" Marching from the classroom, spring in his step and thoughts racing, Titus knew he had won

Titus, the youngest teacher at an all girls boarding school - and therefore the one who received the most unwanted attention, was pissed. Kayla, the schools resident brat and troublemaker had been making an effort recently to get closer to him - sliding in after lessons, finding excuses after excuses to spend time around him. Eyes scanning around his private room, the bones of an idea formed. An idea that would utterly humiliate the naughty student, and reduce her to nothing more than a baby. Turning on his computer and ordering some items, he set to work

Heya y'all, I'm Titus - that is a pseudonym, I'm a British daddy and caregiver, who's long been into ABDL. I'm open to experience and experimenting with a lot of stuff. Personally, I'm a yacht mechanic, semi professional surfer and occasional guitar player in a small band. I box, hike, do graffiti and will try most things if I'm bored. I'm happy to hear from anyone, here to make friends, maybe more, not sure yet, but, happy to talk to just about anyone (who's not a creep) - seeya around folk, looking forward to meeting ya