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    Aizawa was tempted to lash out, to scream and ask whose fault it was that he had to use that damn diaper in the first place, but he wisely held his tongue. The house looked more like a mansion from where he sat, and as Daddy picked him up, bouncing him on his hip and assuring him that everything was okay now that he was home with Daddy. He blushed deeply when he was told he’d get his “bum-bum” clean before having a baba and nappy-time, but said nothing in protest. The former adult lay on his back when he was placed on the changing table and strapped down so he wouldn’t leave it, red-faced and shivering with sobs. He hated feeling so helpless, completely at this man’s mercy, his adult wardrobe long gone and old life forever out of his reach. He sucked on the dummy in his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes as the tapes of the diaper were opened. Aizawa’s breathing slowed and his sobbing quieted when the changing was finished and his messy bottom was wiped, his rash covered by soothing cream. Being touched in such intimate places by someone who was basically a stranger felt wrong and he hated thinking about it, but at the same time the man wasn’t lingering on the touches, simply applying the cream where it had to go. Aizawa chuckled faintly when his exposed tummy was tickled, not expecting that, and lay where he was, his purple shirt tight over his well-muscled but still skinny and feminine body as Daddy slid a new diaper under his butt. The padding pulled up between his legs was thicker than the first diaper, very much so, and forced his legs apart once Daddy finished diapering him. Once again he wasn’t going to be able to escape, lain in a white crib and watching in helpless confusion as the sides lifted up until he couldn’t climb them. Aizawa sucked on the pacifier some more, lying on his back and letting Daddy cover him up with a tiny grunt. He could cover himself, and to him it was hot in this room. With that in mind, he kicked the blanket off and sat up in the crib, looking around to see if there was anything he could use to escape.
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    Aizawa blushed even deeper when the cashier woman cooed and told him it was just fine to use his diaper, Daddy reiterating the point moments later, saying that he could go pee-pee and boom-boom in his diapers. He reluctantly released his bladder into it, only to feel churning in his gut as well. Shifting around, he squirmed uncomfortably and tried to suppress the poop he knew would be coming out, but to no avail; he didn’t just wet his first-ever diaper, he messed it as well. Aizawa rubbed his eyes and sniffled, tears trickling down his flushed cheeks. After they finally left the warehouse and Daddy paid for everything-the total made his mind boggle but he didn’t say a word-and strapped him securely into the car seat. He accepted the kitty pacifier, sucking on it to calm himself down as they drove down the freeway, his diaper uncomfortable the longer he sat in it. It felt gross and yucky, made his thighs ache and his bottom hurt, and he wanted to cry. He was considered a baby right now, Aizawa realized, so doing these things-using a diaper, sucking a binky, crying to be changed-weren’t too unusual, and in spite of that, he couldn’t find the courage to admit what he just did. So he threw out his adult sensibilities and burst into tears, sobbing like any other baby. He remembered what Daddy said back at the store and used his words in an attempt to explain, slurring because of the pacifier, “I-I..I went poo-poo, Daddy! It feews gwoss!”
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    Aizawa felt a deep twinging in his bladder and really hoped he didn’t have to do what he thought he did. As Daddy picked him up and put him in the shopping cart, he yawned, rubbing his eyes again when the sensation grew worse. The diapered man wriggled, desperate to escape, but to no avail; he was unable to leave the cart. Diapered thickly and wearing nothing but a t-shirt, he couldn’t help but wonder how obvious his accident would be. That was when Daddy stopped to chat to the cashier, taking his time and even buying more things along the way, laying colorful hair ribbons on the conveyer belt. After the nice lady asked what his name was, calling him cute, he blushed to the roots of his hair and answered shyly, “Aizawa..i-it’s nice to meet you.” He simply watched as the formula(apparently Daddy’s usual) was placed on the conveyer belt and heard that Daddy had gotten baby food, too. This really wasn't going to be a one-time thing, he realized with a deep-seated feeling of dread; he was going to be this man’s sissy baby now. Aizawa was close to not being able hold it in anymore, and his eyes welled up with tears of shame as he felt some of it squirt into his diaper. His pouty lips quivering, cute freckled cheeks drenched in tears, Aizawa whimpered softly, bladder aching. “Daddy, hafta go to the bathroom.” He whined, wriggling in his seat. “I really, really need to pee.”
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    Aizawa obediently toddled over to the infantile toys, grabbing the ones he thought would be fine enough to play for a few days. After all, that’s how long he was going to be dressed and treated like this, right? He got a stuffed kitty with a bow around its neck, a rattle, and a play mat with some colorful plastic things hanging off it that he could play with when he was bored. The feminine-looking man held the ones he could carry(the rattle and cat) out to Daddy. “These ones.” He said, pointing to each of them. He watched the man pick out everything else, trying not to be bothered by the frilly baby dresses that wouldn’t even come close to covering his diapers and the diapers that clearly wouldn’t let him walk. Aizawa could only hope this would just last for a couple of days.
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    Aizawa covered his face with his hands so she wouldn’t see him, blushing deeply as his diaper was changed. Froppy was contentedly sucking her thumb. She smiled up at Midnight. “Hewwo, auntie Midnight. Mama said you-you gots a new baby. Can we see? Pwease?”
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    Aizawa waddled alongside Daddy, blushing to the tips of his ears and nursing his spanked bottom. After he was put into the shopping cart, he stayed still, unaccustomed to the feeling of the metal pushing against the crotch of his diaper. He looked at the binkies after the man told him to pick one out, reluctant to pick one but deciding he might as well; he didn’t want to upset him again(the first spanking was bad enough) and make a scene. He grabbed a binky with a bright pink cartoon kitten on the front and a red bulb big enough to fit in his mouth, then held it out to Daddy. It was cutesy and babyish, but just about all of them were; at least this one wasn’t too humiliating. “Th-these ones, please.” He murmured with a tiny sigh, embarrassed that he had to make this choice in the first place. Aizawa looked at everything else the man bought; diapers, a variety of bibs, and bowls with princesses on them, all sized up so they could fit a big baby. He looked at the diapers, marveling at how thick they looked. “Do the diapers hafta be so..thick?” He wondered, tilting his head off to one side.
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    Aizawa stopped fussing so much, tuckered out from his attempts to tell this man he had the wrong guy. He didn’t struggle as he was strapped into the large five-point carseat, instead allowing the strange man to strap him in without fuss. Yawning, he rubbed his eyes and squirmed a bit, but didn’t have the energy left from his previous wailing to say he wasn’t a baby. That’d just get him more spankings, and “Daddy” would most likely have no qualms with administering them in public, given what happened moments ago. Unwilling to be humiliated again, Aizawa sighed tiredly and forced himself to relax. He grunted a bit when his nose was booped, surprised, and refused to tug at the buckles(just as Daddy told him, like a good boy) for his own safety. He didn’t want to get hurt by unfastening himself while the car was in motion. Aizawa would’ve complained at the choice of music, but he was so baffled by this turn of events that the nursery rhymes playing were just background noise to the clamoring of his own thoughts. The only explanation he could come up with was that his little brother sabotaged his attempt and wrote “Aizawa” where the sissy’s name ought to be. Considering Daddy wasn’t about to accept the truth and trying to convince him only landed him in more trouble, Aizawa kept his mouth shut about being grown-up. When the car stopped at a warehouse and Daddy told him to be good, he nodded and reached for the bigger man, wanting to be let out of the car seat. “Mm-hm, I’ll stay with you.” He murmured, blushing a little as he said that. Aizawa couldn’t bring himself to call this man Daddy aloud without prompting, it seemed, and his cheeks were a cute shade of pink as he shifted his gaze and frowned pensively. After he was let out, he held Daddy’s hand with a resigned sigh.
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    Aizawa cried as the bigger man stood him up, removed his shorts and lifted him onto his waist half-naked. With a red bottom, tear-streaked and flushed cheeks, and a quivering lower lip, he really did look like nothing more than an overgrown baby. The man could only let himself be carried over to a nearby bench and lain over the top, listening as “Daddy” cooed about getting him into a nice, dry diapey. He sniffled, fussing like any other baby as a diaper and wipes were taken out of the diaper bag. He didn’t wanna wear diapers! The man tried saying as much but it just came out as, “Nuh diapey!” through the binky that was unceremoniously popped into his mouth. Aizawa sucked on the binky if only to calm himself down, while Daddy slid a diaper under his bottom. The man could only watch in horror as his dick was called his “princess parts”, and he was diapered, bottom wiped clean. He was beet red throughout his diapering, and once it was done he remained just as flustered. Sniffling again, Aizawa toddled after Daddy when he took his hand and led him out of the library and onto the street. “I-I’m tewwin’ you, I’m not a baby!”
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    Aizawa squirmed as the much larger man dragged him off to the children’s section of the library by the arm, sitting in a chair. When the man told him that naughty little sissy girls get spankies, he abruptly realized what exactly was going to happen to him and began to squirm more frantically, kicking his legs in desperation. He was easily deposited over Daddy’s lap, his ass in the air, tears of frustration welling in his eyes. “I already told you, I’m not a baby or a girl! I’m not, I’m not!” He wailed, annoyed that he wasn’t being listened to. Aizawa shuddered when his arms were pinned fast against his back, preventing him from escaping, and then his shorts were rolled down, exposing his round, hairless bare bottom. It was smooth as a baby’s and sensitive, too. As the man started to spank him, in front of children and other adults, he began to bawl loudly, humiliated and angry. When the final, swift spank was administered, his round bottom was already bright red. Sobbing, Aizawa rubbed his eyes and cried, “I’m sorry! I-I was bad, I’m sorry, I’ll be good! Please don’t spank me again!”
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    The man turned around, confusion plain in his gaze. Daddy? Little girl? Princess? All those words didn’t make a lick of sense. He tilted his head off to one side, blinking. “Little..girl? Daddy?” He murmured, testing the words to make sure he hadn’t misheard them. “What do you mean?” Poor thing sounded genuinely confused, and let out a high-pitched whine when his exposed thigh was smacked. “Owie!” He even sounded like a girl, and his eyes were already filling up with tears. “I-I’m sorry, I dunno what you mean! I..do you have me m-mistaken for someone else?” Aizawa was lost right now. He didn’t really think he looked all that feminine-which he sure as hell did-and had actually forgotten about the ad he put up for his brother to be treated like a big baby. Right now, he didn’t understand a damn thing that was going on, rubbing his reddening thigh with one hand, pouting childishly. “My little brother said I hadda get him a book at this time, so I came here. I’m not..I’m not a girl!” He whined, stamping his foot.
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    Aizawa has no choice but to wear tight black shorts and a purple v-neck shirt because everything else was in the wash. He yanked on some sneakers and socks then went to the library. His brother had whined and complained about how there was a new book out and he needed to be there at 10 exactly or else he’d miss out or whatever. Just to shut him up, Aizawa went to the library and looked around for the book his little brother’d been talking about. Aizawa was a feminine man; from behind, one could very reasonably see him as a girl, with his long, black hair back in a ponytail and his butt so defined by the shorts. His legs were even shaved, and he didn’t have armpit hair to speak of either. The man’s face, when he turned around, was even cuter. Big, brown eyes with long lashes and pouty, pink Cupid’s-bow lips in combination with the freckles littering his cheeks and nose made him look much younger than he really was.
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    When Daddy scolded him, he blushed and sniffles a bit, sucking his thumb for comfort. As he was called a naughty, naughty boy and scolded for going pee-pee on his grown-up clothes, Billy pouted. “Couldn’t hold it! It wasn’ my fault!” He whined, squirming a little. After the sorrow and overwhelming somber mood of the funeral, he needed to have fun, and being punished for being a bad baby sissy would take his mind off things. Billy let Daddy lift him up from under his armpits, looking completely unashamed of having gone pee-pee in his big-boy clothes. After Daddy told him the potty was off-limits for at least two weeks, calling him “little one”, he shivered in unabashed delight at his strictness and pouted again. “No fair! I coulda used the potty just fine, I just couldn’t hold it ‘cause the road was all bumpy!” He complained, allowing the man to set him down and open the door. Once he was carried inside and Daddy took him to the nursery bathroom, saying they’d have to see about potty-training him at all after that. “I can use the potty all by m’self, Daddy! This’s no fair!” Billy protested, shifting around and squirming in his wet pants.
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    Billy nodded in agreement. While he was still incredibly shaken by his new position, he didn’t find it entirely unpleasant that Daddy was now in complete control of him. It was unusual though, and he felt weird thinking about it that way. “Okay, Daddy. Can you talk with me about the rules when we get home, please?” He cooed, curious about what the rules would be. The man stayed where he was in his car seat, sucking his thumb while Daddy drove them home. Bill removed his thumb once they arrived, squirming a bit in his car seat; it felt funny sitting there with his grown-up clothes. He reached for Daddy once the car stopped, wanting to be carried inside. Squirming, his bladder aching, he tried holding in his pee but they hit a bump in the driveway that jolted him upright, making him let loose. Bill shivered when he felt his bladder give. Now wet, humiliated in his sopping grown-up pants, he whimpered and tears welled in his eyes.
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    Aizawa Shouta was fed up with his obnoxious little brother. The man was always annoying and kept pulling stupid pranks on him to get a laugh. He decided to get revenge, see how he liked being pranked for once. He entered an ABDL, Daddy and little searching website after his brother called him a baby, and filled out a long form explaining that sissy needed a stern hand and lots of big, thick diapers. Bill also added some rules: Rule 1: Sissy is not allowed to take off her diapers under any circumstances. Rule 2: Sissy must allow Daddy or another adult to check her diapers anytime if they think she’s had an accident. Rule 3: Sissy needs to talk like a baby and never say naughty words, or else she’ll get a spanking. Rule 4: Sissy must allow Daddy to baby her at home and in public. The long-haired man sighed in relief after submitting the form, but much to his eventual dismay, he had put his own name in the form where the sissy’s name is meant to go...
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    Daddy’s heart melted when she thanked him and snuggled up closer to him. He loved her adorable, childish lisp and the way she snuggled up to him so tight when he put the blanket over them both. Her suggestions gave him some valuable input, and he listened very carefully as his baby girl replied to his questions. Her soft, lisping voice made him feel hard and he willed his boner to go away as she continued, saying she liked him as sweet, nice Daddy when she was good but if she was a bad girl, she’d have to be punished. The next thing made him even more excited; remembering that she was his precious baby forever and ever, that she’d never stop being his baby? It was euphoric. After his baby said that, Daddy thought he heard everything until she started talking about how she would like to forget how to hold in her poopies. This made him proud. His baby girl was finally starting to try accepting that part of herself, that going number two in her diapers wasn’t so terrible. “That’s right, baby. Daddy’s going to help you make sure you can’t hold in your pee-pees or poo-poos.” He cooed, stroking her hair once more. However, the mention of her princess parts made him get hard as a rock. Daddy wanted to take her diaper off right here and start plowing into her, but he didn’t want his little princess getting hurt. “Alright, baby. Daddy is going to put his Daddy stick in your princess parts, but you can’t make cummies without asking first. Got that?” He wondered, setting her on her back in his bed after carrying her into the other room, rubbing a hand between her legs and against her diapered crotch.
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    Uraraka smiled after seeing Midnight, she was just so cute! “Wow, she’s adorable. Not as cute as you of course, my little frog.” She cooed, patting her head. Mt. Lady walked over and noticed she did, in fact, wet her diaper. “Aw, it’s alright sweetie. Do you want Mommy to change you now or after breakfast?”
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    Aizawa nodded when she asked if he had an accident. “Yes, hadda accident.” He muttered, blushing and reaching for her so she could pick him up.
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    Mount Lady made sure her baby girl was handling it okay, and judging by the very good smell of eggs and toast she was doing well. She smiled, proud of her baby. “Hello there, Froppy! Do you want to meet your playmate?” She cooed, leading them into the kitchen. Uraraka held her little’s hand and smiled to herself. “Be nice to whoever it is, okay, sweetie? I know you usually are, but I don’t want them getting offended.” She pat her on the head. “You’ll get to play with them after breakfast.”
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    Aizawa looked concerned when she mentioned Mina came from an abusive home. He felt bad, since he didn’t realize. “Okay. She seems really happy here, so I won’t...judge.” He muttered, blushing a bit as he felt his bladder give. Relieved he was wearing a diaper, he peed and then shifted uncomfortably, feeling it press against his thighs. “Uh..d-do you want me to do anything? I mean..do you have rules or things I gotta do or do I just..hang out here?” He then tipped his head off to one side, blushing. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice her wet himself.
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    “You can cook, but I’m going to be there too to make sure you don’t make a mess. Okay?” Mount Lady was actually relieved, since she couldn’t cook at all. There was a knock at the door, and Mount Lady pat her baby on her diapered rump before walking over to it and pulling it open. Froppy was at the door with Uraraka, who perked up, smiling up at the pro hero. “Hello, Mount Lady. Is it okay if we come in for the play date? You said you had a little now.”
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    He blinked when she said his mouth should be okay. “Oh. I didn’t know.” He muttered, blushing a little. “A-and..I am wonderin’ why I’m here in a diaper and dressed like this, so can you tell me please?” The man tried being polite so she wouldn’t be upset, squirming as his bladder twinged.
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    Bill followed Daddy out with his hand in his, allowing the bigger man to buckle him up in his car seat with a happy sigh. He really had to pee, and the funeral had been very emotionally draining for him. Thumb in his mouth, he swung his legs up and down, unsure of how to feel. “Daddy, can I wear a diaper an’ some jammies when we get home? I hafta go potty real bad and I don’t wanna get my big-boy pants all messy, a-an’ jammies are comfy. I wanna be comfy right now.” He cooed, sucking his thumb for comfort as he lay back in the car seat like a good baby.
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    Daddy sighed. "Okay, baby. I won't spank you this time, since you couldn't help it, but if you're defiant and naughty like you were this morning tomorrow, I am not going to be happy with you." He rubbed her back and picked her up a bit more, tickling her chin. "It's okay, sweetie; Daddy knows, you're just a baby and babies spit up on their daddies sometimes. I won't punish you today, but I was telling you so you'll be good. I wouldn't hurt my munchkin for being a baby, just don't be bad like you were this morning and Daddy will be very happy." The man told her, gently setting her down. "I didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart, I just wanted to let you know that something like you did this morning is a big no-no. Spitting up on Daddy is okay, because that's just you being a baby. Going potty in your diapies is okay, because you're just Daddy's baby girl, and you can't help it. Crying and talking like you are is okay. I won't punish you, I just wanted my baby to understand that Daddy can be serious sometimes. Okay?" He scooped her back up. "I won't punish you for something you can't help. That would be mean of Daddy, huh? Just wanted to make sure you still understood that I can do it, if you are bad. Just be good, like you are now, and I'll give you a treat later." Daddy kissed her cheek and carried her into the other room, setting her down in his lap and covering them both in a soft blanket. "I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't mean to make you feel like I was actually going to do it right now, I was just trying to be more..authoritative. Would you like that, my baby girl, or would you rather Daddy acts like he has been?"
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    Bill nodded unsurely, fiddling with his tie. “Y-yessir.” He replied, smiling up at Daddy. “I’ll leave the responsibility and stuff to you.” The man told him, his eyes confused but still surprisingly open. He looked much softer, almost shorter, when he was around Daddy, naturally not being too loud or too rude. Bill blinked at him, and then stood up. “Should I go home with you, then? I mean..I am your responsibility now, right, sir?” Not only was he being polite(these poor people wouldn’t know what hit them), but he was actually asking the man a simple question as well? Bill wasn’t even rudely commenting on how he wasn’t a kid and could take care of himself, or demanding a different guardian or none at all like they might’ve assumed.
  25. marxthebaby

    Is it okay if we do another rp like the mistaken-identity sissy one we started? Just curious 

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    2. marxthebaby

      marxthebaby

      Yay! Want me to start it off? 

    3. Padded_Princess

      Padded_Princess

      Sure just send me the link oh do you want my role to be male or female

    4. marxthebaby

      marxthebaby

      Male, please and here it is: 

      https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/71057-mistaken-identityprivate-w-padded_princess/

       

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