Kermit

Thank you very much! I appreciate it! Matthew lives alone with his father. Mother is currently out of the picture (whether she's alive or not is mostly irrelevant to the current story). Thanks! I'm going to have a chapter up within a week.

The bump of the legendary 12 hour wait.

Courtesy 12 hour bump

And you don't have any lingering pee or diaper smell that clings on to you? I get paranoid from the plastic scent that hangs out to surfaces. Like I said, I don't wear very often.

Thanks, I appreciate it! I think I might alternate between the two, but there's for sure going to be plastic pants!

Bump

My diaper is so thick, penguins say they waddle like me.

Chapter 2 - I wake up to the sound of drills and hammers. It's not an uncommon sound around the house because dad enjoys woodwork and decorating the house when he has the chance. I wonder what kind of big project has him up early on a weekend because he's works hard during the week and enjoys his leisure time. I can see morning light spilling in from the window and when I glance at my alarm clock on the nightstand by my bed, I can see that it's only 9 AM. On the one hand, I want to sleep the day away to avoid the talk with my father. I hope that he let the issue slide and he understands that I wasn't a part of that. On the other hand, I also want to get the inevitable talk with him over with. I weigh my options and I decide that it would be better to rip the band-aid off now rather than later. Also, I'm hungry and I want breakfast. I step out of my bed and stretch my arms overhead. Afterwards, I make my bed and leave my room to take care of my morning routine. I take care of my business before I brush my teeth. Since my hair is so short, I don't really have to worry about brushing it or styling it. My facial hair doesn't seem to be unruly, so I leave it as it is. That about wraps up what I do in the bathroom in the morning. I exit the bathroom and walk to the kitchen. I get myself a bowl of Captain Crunch and I eat it at the kitchen table. "Oh, you're awake." My father says as he walks into the kitchen. He is drenched from head to toe in sweat, which he uses a cloth rag to dab. He smells of a mix of wood and aftershave. "Good morning," I say after I swallow my spoonful of crunchy, delicious sugar. He washes his hands at the sink and he joins me at the kitchen table with his usual mug of coffee and buttered toast. He takes a bite of his toast and takes a sip of his coffee and I look at him in anticipation. It feels as if he isn't going to bring up the letter from last night and I'm off the hook because he doesn't look angry like he did last night. We continue to eat breakfast without exchanging any other words. I raise my bowl to my lips to slurp the milk out and my father clears his throat to get my attention. I set my bowl down and gaze over towards him. While my vision was obscured by the bowl, he had retrieved the letter and had it opened in his free hand. Damn it. "I was very angry last night when I got this letter. I'm sorry." He says very bluntly as he looks towards me. He glances back at the letter as he continues: "I feel, as your father, I might've let you down in some ways. Perhaps I didn't teach you enough about personal responsibility. Perhaps I didn't teach you enough about being mature. It's very important in this day and age to understand the importance of responsibility. It's part of the foundation to make a person trustworthy and reliable. Employers seek out some of these qualities and I want you to have these when you start working. It's very important to understand the importance of maturity because there's a time for play and there's a time to know when something isn't just innocent fun." "But, we didn't do-" I try to interject because it sounds like he believes that I was involved with the gross vandalism of the school. I don't want to get punished for something that I didn't do, especially if there's a long speech leading up to it. Long speeches can only mean trouble. "Quiet. I'm still talking." I bow my head down and shrink in my seat. "I decided, for your sake, that I will take a reign on your punishment." He holds the letter towards me and gestures at a particular section. I lean forward in my seat and focus my eyes at what he's pointing at. From what I can gleam from the letter, the principal makes a recommendation for boot camp over the summer on top of the week-long suspension, in order to justify not arresting suspected seniors for the damages they've caused to the school! Otherwise, it's on the parents to figure the best plan of action, so that the seniors can still have a chance to graduate and walk across the stage. "While boot camp will definitely teach you all about responsibility and maturity, I do not want you to go to boot camp." Oh, thank God. "Boot camp isn't going to address the urine on the walls and the baby oil on the floor. It's just going to whip you into shape, but not address the core reason why you're sent there in the first place. Instead, I'm going to start you on diaper discipline." "What?" I am baffled. I've never heard of anything like that before, but it doesn't sound like a good time. The hell is diaper discipline? "From now until the end of the Summer, I am going to keep you in diapers. And you are going to be treated like a child who wears diapers." "WHAT?!" I leap up from my seat. He can't possibly be serious. I'm eighteen years-old and I'm going to go to college in the Fall. There's no way I'm going to let him put me back into diapers and treat me like a little kid on top of that! "You can't do that! I'm an adult!" "Sit down." He didn't raise his voice, but the way he delivered his words carried a lot of weight. I give him a scowl and sit back down. "This is not up for debate." He continues speaking with the same level of assurance and adamance tone. "As long as you are living under my roof, this is how it's going to be. You are going to back in diapers and I've already arranged many changes around the house." Fuck, I think I would rather have boot camp.

My diaper is so thick, I can see the screen anywhere I sit in the movie theater.

Hello to whomever decides to click in and check things out. I'm looking to play something that includes the following: 1) My character, Matthew, is experiencing diaper discipline., whether it's something he's curious about; something that your character is curious about; or something that just happens as a result of some impetus. It's a form of discipline that seeks to fix behavioral issues by making the diaper-wearer dependent on somebody else, typically somebody who is enforcing the diaper discipline like a parent or a significant other. This builds trust and allows the diaper wearer to be more vulnerable, while also giving a level of control to the diaper changer who can slowly rectify the problem behavior(s). 2) I'm also looking for Matthew to experience some baby/toddler/kid treatment. It's not enough that he's wearing diapers 24/7 and using them for their intended purpose, so things like a set bed-time, constant diaper checks, and adult-baby furnishings are introduced. Despite being treated like a baby/toddler/kid, he is still an adult, which means that he can still choose to not do something (which is why it's very important to build up that trust with him, so he's comfortable enough to do certain things). For instance, going out into public on the first day of diaper discipline would be something that he would absolutely refuse to do and put up a fight (which he will probably lose, but it will not be good for either side). However, if he's slowly eased into his role and he comes comfortable enough to be around the other person's presence to safeguard him from the prying eyes of others, then he might whine a little bit, but he can otherwise be convinced to go. 3) A little bit of chastity if the other person is his significant other. I wouldn't go this route if it's a parent, though. It's a little weird. Some sexy fun time, too, since he is still technically an adult and has those urges. If he's kept locked up and pent up in his diapers, he might go insane! I don't mind if we play it in here or if we bring it to private. Just let me know a bit about your character, your character's relationship to Matthew, and how you want Matthew's diaper discipline to begin.

I think he meant that if I only peed, I wouldn't have to deal with the cleanup process for poop! Though, yeah, I still think the cleanup process for pee is a bit excessive, too, in my opinion. I don't wear very often, so I have to be thorough when I clean!

Kermit is a fun name. There's a frog and a dog that share the name and it's a name that starts with K that isn't Keenan, Kelsey, Ken or Kate. I don't wear diapers very often in real life. Diapers fit kind of odd on my body and I'm not too much of a fan of the booty bulk or the clean-up process! I'm more interested in roleplay and story-writing. So, in a sense, I'm sort of a DL in real life, but I like to play as AB-leaning characters. I have a slight interest in writing stories, such as the few that I've already posted. I crave the comments and suggestions for those stories, so don't be shy to post something! I also roleplay a bit on F-List!

You betcha! Thanks!

Chapter 5 Food and Snooze Cher took a few steps over to the sink cupboard and opened it up. Aside from the various shampoos, conditioners and soaps that one might expect from a lady's sink cupboard, there was a curious, unlabeled box. She withdrew the box from its place in the cupboard, holding it close to her body as she walked back over the toilet seat. It's placed down and opened up and she goes over the contents. "The first rule," Cher said as she pulled a tub of baby wipes out of the box and a large, plastic sheet. She laid the plastic sheet on a spot on the bathroom room that wasn't covered in water or urine. "You are to always be diapered." She paused. "Except when you're bathing." She figured she had to be specific with Vexx, otherwise he might somehow take things literally and wear his diapers even into the bath. Cher instructed the young man to remove his pants and underpants, move away from the corner and lay down on the plastic sheet. Without a word of protest, he complied with her demands. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of both his pants and underpants and tugged down down his legs. He could feel the sopping material of the clothes against himself and the rapidly cooling urine. There's a moment of disgust as he realized what he had done and a feeling of shame that washed over him. Vexx carefully laid down on the plastic sheet because he wanted to avoid putting too much pressure on his reddened behind. "Oh my word..." Cher gawked at the length of the young man. To say the very least, she was very flustered. Her ex-husband and her son didn't compare too Vexx. She cleared her throat as she regained her bearings. With several baby wipes, the woman cleaned the urine off of Vexx's lower half. It was good luck that his shirt remained dry and clean throughout the ordeal. Her delicate touch started on his outer thigh and gradually worked down in circles. As she worked inwards, she couldn't help but to pay special attention to the young man's shaft and balls. Aside from his package, he seemed more like an overgrown toddler than an adult. "Rule number two; you will be treated like a child. No, a toddler, as long as you have to be in diapers." Cher reached into the box and pulled out the coup de grace. It was a blue, cloth diaper with white dots decorating the entire thing. It wasn't particularly bulky or thick, but it did wonders to keep John in check when he was misbehaving. It was thick enough to remind him that he was diapered, but it was thin enough that he could wear it discretely under his clothes. However, seeing how much Vexx had wet himself, Cher was sure that she had to drive off to town or go online to order some thicker diapers. On the other hand, she could always layer up the cloth and apply plastic pants, but she didn't have those at the moment. "This means that anything I say goes." With his lower half cleaned, she briefly washed her hands at the sink before she knelt beside him to begin the diapering process. With relative ease, Cher hoisted Vexx's legs up into the air by his ankles. A feat that he would normally be amazed at, but his mind was a little fuzzy at the moment. He only wanted this to be over! The cloth diaper was slid into place under his rump and she was careful to lower him gently. Cher kept his knees bent as she set his legs back down. From the box, she pulled out baby powder, which she used to liberally dust his crotch and groin. It seemed like she was serious about Vexx always being diapered. The front of the diaper was pulled up and held against his stomach. She awkwardly positioned his member pointed downward and tucked between his legs. One hand pinned the front in place while her other hand fastened the buttons on the wings of the cloth diaper into place. Finally, a velcro cover hid the buttons from sight and guaranteed that he wouldn't be tampering with his diaper without alerting to her by the sound of the velcro ripping. As she stood, she admired her work and felt great about having someone to take care of again. Vexx was laying there quietly sniffling to himself with his arms crossed over his chest. "And the third rule..." She headed over to the sink and washed her hands once again. She thought about what other rule she could impose on him. He was already going through diaper discipline and he was already being treated as a toddler. "Ah, you are to address me as Mama, Mommy, something along those lines. Otherwise I'm not going to listen to you." She nodded her head in satisfaction. Cher put the diapering supplies back into the box from whence they came and left the box on top of the toilet seat. Instead of ordering him to stand up, she helped him to his feet. Vexx immediately noticed the bulk between his legs. It was unlike any kind of sensation that he's experienced in his life. His legs wobbled a little because he was still trembling as a result of the spanking. She wrapped her arms around him in an embrace until his tears stopped and his sniffles subsided. Then, she slowly guided him towards her kitchen. The mess in the bathroom could be dealt with later, after she put Vexx down for a nap following lunch. With every step, Vexx was reminded of the presence of the diaper between his legs. The infantile garment would normally have been ripped off and incinerated, but in his current state of mind, it was rather comforting. The way that it swaddled him; the way that it hugged his groin; the way that it felt warm... It made him feel secure. Eventually they arrive at the kitchen, where Vexx is sat down at the kitchen table and presented with a sandwich and a cup of water. Fortunately, he managed to feed himself just fine without much incident, aside from the occasional crumbs or condiment smearing on his cheeks. Unfortunately, he managed to get himself wet trying to drink from the glass of water. He held the glass with both hands and bottoms up! He coughed and sputtered and warily looked over at Cher. She just gave him a disapproving shake of her head and used a clean dish rag to wipe his face and chest. She wondered who would abandon a child like this when all he needed was some patience love and guidance? Despite the poor first impression, she felt like there was special between them. "Alright, off to bed with you." "I don't wanna..." He quietly whined, completely out of character from when he first arrived. He was articulated, but the Vexx in front of her seemed a lot more immature. She raised a brow at a him and he quickly hiked his shoulders up. He gave her an apologetic look and quickly moved in place beside her. She led him to a spare bedroom and helped him into the bed. She pulled the blanket over his body and tucked him in to make sure he didn't fall out. It didn't take long for the ex-feared and revered commander of the Infernal Army to doze off.

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