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Ketcher
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Nate’s face was bright right by the time he had finished being fed. Everyone else got to eat normal adult food and watch as he was spoonfed and given a baby bottle to drink, rather than his choice of alcohol.
“None for baby.” Ethan said. “Baby needs to drink his baba.”
Nathan squirmed in his highchair. This was his second bottle of the day and it had been hours since he had been to the bathroom. With all the guys around he didn’t want to encourage his humiliation further, but the pressure in his bladder was growing more with each passing moment. “Daddy?” He finally mustered the courage to speak, taking the bottle out of his mouth and holding it in his hand. “I have to... go.”
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Nate tried to avoid the stares of the other men in the room. Occasionally he would meet their eyes challengingly and some would look away, while others would stifle laughter or poke out their lips at his embarrassment. Nate took in a calming breathing through his nose. “I can do this.” He whispered to himself. Then again as the colourful bowl of baby food was brought in. “I can do this.”
The pacifier was plucked from his mouth and the baby spoon was brought to his lips. Nathan bravely opened his mouth to be fed, and prepared himself to grimace as the mush was pushed inside. But surprisingly it wasn’t that bad. He blinked a few times at the realization, then gave Dylan a half-smile.
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Nathan felt ridiculous being paraded into the kitchen in his new outfit. He was met by a chorus of clapping and awws, some snickers from the pledges who had dodged the initiation and a couple of sympathetic looks. He gave a little sigh as he was hoisted into his high chair and had the tray secured over his lap. The binky remained in his mouth, bobbing up and down as the men around him cooed and fawned. His face turned a bright red, and he avoided their faces while he murmured his answer so quietly it was muted by his pacifier.
“What was that?” Ethan asked. “Is baby going to try that again, or is he too young to speak?”
Nathan’s nose wrinkled in distaste. He cleared his throat and lifted his voice enough to be heard. “Thank you Uncle Joshy.”
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The faint crinkle of Nathan’s diaper could be heard as Josh came into the room. The newest member of the frat was still sucking on his pacifier like he had been told, his brown eyes following the older frat boy to where he sat helplessly in his crib. His binky bobbed up and down in his mouth, portraying him as nothing more than a big baby waiting to rejoin the ranks of adulthood.
He grimaced when he saw the sailor suit. Of course. This was hazing, after all. It felt wrong, but Nate wanted to be accepted so badly that he couldn’t say no. His determination wouldn’t let him. “Fine.” He agreed through his pacifier, giving him a rather babyish lisp, and climbed out of the crib once the bars had been lowered for him. He started to unzip his sleeper and strip himself down to just his diaper, which he had kept dry since that afternoon.
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Nathan nursed his bottle with a tinge of humiliation, occasionally looking up at Dylan to see him smiling down on him. Being held by someone else, dressed in a diaper and a sleeper and loudly suckling on a baby bottle made him look absolutely infantile, and what’s worse the man wanted to burl him. Still irritated by the earlier teasing, Nate was determined to earn his keep. When Dylan started patting his back and cooing to him he gave a short burp and rolled his eyes.
The baby was then laid into his crib. He watched as Dylan grabbed a pacifier and brought it toward his mouth, and he, the baby, opened up for it. The nipple slid between his lips, cementing his new position, and Nathan quietly submitted as he began to suck on it. The crib bars were raised, the lights were turned out and the door was shut, leaving the baby in the nursery for an hour, stuck in his crib and sucking a binky. Just like daddy had told him.
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Nate was scowling, staring back at Dylan while he was scolded and ordered to be a baby. Then the bottle was shoved back in his mouth and he was cradled once again, held close with an authoritative air that he was not inclined to defy. Begrudgingly he began to suckle once more, drinking down the bottle of formula as it was fed to him before his nap.
Ethan lingered in the doorway a moment longer. “Sure he will. You heard him say how much he wanted to go nigh-nights.”
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Ethan took the phone and held onto it, watching as Dylan grabbed hold of Nathan and put him over his knee. Because of his sleeper he wasn’t able to have his diaper pulled down, so it softened the blow of each spank to his padded bottom. While it didn’t hurt, it out Nate in a very helpless and submissive position, bent over another man’s knee for a punishment befitting a fussy toddler.
“Alright, alright, alright!“ Nathan hollered, getting louder and louder until the spanking stopped.
”Are you going to behave? Is baby going to be good for his nap-naps? You want to go nigh-night?” Ethan teased.
”I want to go nigh-night.” Nathan repeated sourly.
“What’s that?”
He made a face and raised his voice to a shout. “I want to go nigh-night!”
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“Mmm!” Nate began to squirm and turned his head to spit out the bottle. “Delete that!” His demand was followed by a grab at the phone, snatching it out of Dylan’s hands and going into his photos to preserve his dignity. “This doesn’t leave campus.”
”You don’t make the rules, baby boy.” Ethan interjected, taking a few steps into the nursery. “You follow them.“
”And I will.” Nathan countered from Dylan’s lap, holding the phone away from him while he deletes the picture. “Once these are gone.”
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“Mmmf!” Nate protested as the bottle was shoved in his mouth. He could feel Ethan’s expectant eyes on him and resolved himself to impress them both, so he adjusted the nipple in his mouth and began to nurse for the first time. His inexperience led to noisy infantile suckling, making his determined expression all the more amusing to the other frat boys in the room. They had him diapered and in a sleeper, cradled in the arms of the king drinking a baby bottle, all to fit in.
Ethan was tickled by it. “Aww, is that good?” He cooed. Just last year he had been in the same position, though only for seven days, and since then he’d been dreaming of making the newcomers earn what he had to work for. “Everything’s under control, Dyl. We’re taking a few liberties with the newbies but that’ll all be over tonight at the ceremony. Too bad someone can’t join. He’s too little. Yes he is.”
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Nate remained tense, vulnerable and defiant. “That’s not the same.”
A familiar voice sounded from the doorway. “You don’t want a free ride? We’ve all taken your courses before. All you have to do is show up for tests.”
The young man turned to look at Ethan, then back at Dylan for confirmation. “Why all this?”
”Hey. No more questions, baby. Don’t like it, there’s the door.”
“No.” Gradually, Nathan forced himself to relax in Dylan’s arms. “I want this.”
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Nathan was unsettled by Dylan’s strength. He carried him upstairs to the nursery with ease, where the perfect baby’s room was waiting for him. A large white crib with a plastic covered mattress and a safari mobile overhead, a plush rocking chair and a large changing table with cushy yellow padding, fully stocked with all sorts of babyishly printed diapers.
Nate was speechless for some time. “What..?” He hadn’t remotely expected such an elaborate set-up. A cultish basement or a torture closet sure, all that seemed tame now in comparison. He had gladly consented to a few days in diapers in exchange for the perks of the brotherhood, but a full year seemed like an eternity. “Hey, I thought this was just a little hazing.” He stood up in his crib with his hands on the bars and watched Dylan rummage through the closet. “How am I supposed to do my work?”
He removed his hands as the crib rails were lowered and Dylan guided him onto his bottom, removing his bonnet and dressing him in the footed sleeper. “Dude.” Still in shock, he did no more than hesitate when Dylan took him into his arms and carried him to the rocking chair where a bottle of formula was waiting. As the realization set in, Nate began to squirm. “Dude. Hold on.” In seconds he was firmly cradled in the larger man’s arms and struggled to sit himself up.
”Hold on. Dude I said wait!” Nathan blocked the bottle with his hand. He stared up at Dylan intensely. “All year?”
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This is incredibly well written. Will we get to read more?
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“Me?” Nathan looked visibly surprised, but he didn’t struggle as he was picked up. He looked back at the other pledges in their diapers, who all looked relieved, amused, or apologetic. One gives him a supportive smile. He doesn’t reciprocate.
Ethan grins. “You got it. Alright, boys, you heard the man. And you.” He points at Nate as he’s being carried out of the room. “You be a good baby for daddy.”
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A loud voice called the pledges to attention. Six young men stood confidently upright, dressed in only their shirts and a diaper. Dylan’s aide de camp Ethan, who last year had gone through the training himself, supervised the young initiates. They had already gone through a fair bit of hazing but had yet to be fully accepted by the brotherhood.
”That means five of you are graduating to big boy pants today,” Ethan said, “and one of you is going to become our little mascot.”
Nathaniel, better known as Nathan or Nate, was the second smallest of the pledges. At 5’6, clean-cut and babyfaced he knew what he was getting into when joining the HSU Brotherhood. His blue and white nursery print diaper was dry between his legs and a baby blue bonnet was tied under his chin. He figured he was safe, assuming Dylan would choose the biggest or smallest guy. But not him.
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It’s definitely inappropriate for that person to be taking videos of them in their own house. It doesn’t look like they’re trying to draw attention to themselves there. I may not agree with doing ABDL in public, but I also don’t agree with people documenting those that do to shame them.
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12 hours ago, ValentinesStuff said:
My problem with this statement is that what about someone with a "Speedo" fetish? A guy wearing a Speedo is perfectly fine, but what if he's getting his jollies by having people see him in his Speedo? And you can substitute just about anything for "Speedo."
Are you going to ask everyone if what they are wearing is for a kink?
I suppose we could make everyone wear a burka, but then what do we do about the people with burka kinks?
I don’t think it’s a matter of whether it is a fetish or kink for this particular person. It’s the fact that to the general populace (who really doesn’t care or want to know why you wear diapers) it is seen as a sexual thing. Speedos are tight fitting swim trunks that are normalized and seen as non-sexual, albeit unappealing to some people. They are adult-only appropriate swimwear made to be worn in public. People won’t assume it’s a kink, just like if you have a kink for wearing high heels or three piece suits. It passes as normal. An ABDL printed diaper and pacifier do not. Nobody is going to ask you if it’s a kink. They’re going to assume. Furthermore, the uneducated public is going to assume even more. Ignorant people don’t look at guys in speedos and assume they’re mentally-ill or into children. But unfortunately they might think that of the person in question.
Regardless of what we wish we could do and what we wish the world was like, ABDL is not a public friendly lifestyle, kink, or comfort tool. We often say on this site that it’s our private lives and we should be able to do what we want, and the key word is private. The moment other people can see you when they’re trying to mind their own business is the moment ABDL stops being private. If your diaper is fully covered by your clothes then you’re fine. But having your diaper on full display reflects very poorly on the community and makes you, a person out in public, look like you have no respect for the public at large. You’re sending a nonverbal message that they will interpret however they want.
Sometimes we get people who say “I don’t care” or “It isn’t a kink for me” but that doesn’t justify it. If you don’t care what other people think of you, at least try to care for other people. I don’t want to see people walking pet-play people on leashes with pup masks in public, even if they aren’t hurting people and even if it isn’t sexual. You don’t own the public space and it isn’t fair for you to subject the non-consenting public and unable-to-consent minors to it.
Just to be clear, I don’t think the person in the video is being the worst of the worst. Like Rusty said, they are on their own property with at least a partial visibility barrier but the fact remains that they’re going outside in their gear, and I can only think of one reason why they would do that: they want people to see. And that is not a good image for ABDL.
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Spencer tipped his head to the side, making an expression that dared to ask ‘what happened to you?’ He always tried to make himself act bigger around other babies, as though he were just playing along and being Mya’s little boy was just an act. As if he didn’t cry for his bottles and get fussy when he didn’t want to use his words. It was a little bit of lingering adult pride, because in reality he was an even littler baby than Cody.
”Yeah, okay.” He said, looking back over toward Mya. “Mommy has all my stuff. Let me go get it.”
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James looked back at the bathroom, swallowing the remnants of his dignity as he turned away from it, ready to leave it behind. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. A little part of him wanted to break the contract right away before it got deeper. It would be easier that way. But then once again he’d be faced with the same problem as before. The problem that was fixed by him doing this. And Ava wasn’t that bad, he thought as he took her soft manicured hand obediently and feeling her squeeze his tightly to keep him safe. She was beautiful, maternal, and held an air of authority he couldn’t help but respect. It made doing what she said feel natural.
”Okay Mommy.” It all would take some getting used to. His wide toddler stance and baby steps, the constant crinkling of his thick cutesy diaper, and the helplessness encompassing it all. Each step felt like he was walking on clouds. His booties had no grip, which he’d learn on step four when he got too brave and slipped, sliding down three steps with a surprised yelp, narrowly missing a fall thanks to his mommy’s tight grip. Heart in his throat, he quickly assured her with a mantra of “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.” The nod was to assure himself.
Continuing on to the kitchen, James knew immediately what seat was for him. The highchair was just his size, with a shoulder straps that buckled between the legs and a baby blue cushioned back. “I think I know which ones mine.” He joked weakly, giving her a little smile.
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With a babyish floaty around his waist, Spencer set out into the ocean. He made the most of it despite not being able to properly swim, but the lapping waves were relaxing and it made him feel free.
The sound of his name made him spin around. Looking on shore he saw a familiar face. “Cody?”
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James accepted the help getting to his feet, a task made worse by the loud crinkling of his adorably infantile diaper. What’s worse, the bulky padding between his legs forced him to adopt a wider stance and with it the signature toddle of a diaper-clad tot. Admittedly, the booties were very cushy, so much so that he felt like he was floating on air. He looked down at himself, swaddled in a print of rattles, blocks and binkies, and felt his ears burn with humiliation. “That’s an understatement.” He murmured, shifting on his feet as Ava’s hands busily adjusted his diaper, aggravating the noisy plastic that now served as a constant reminder of his new position. His new full-time job.
He shuffled forward with Ava’s guidance, bringing his thumb to his mouth in habit to chew at the end of his nail. Her hands pressed against the side of his head, tilting it up to stare in the mirror and see himself head on. A 5’6 baby, strawberry blond hair freshly dried and fluffy, thickly diapered like all babies should be, with rosy cheeks and his thumb in his mouth. Quickly he brought his hand to his side and tucked in his thumb as if to punish it. He received each pat to the bottom with a bashful smile, shifting his gaze to avoid the hovering image of his adoring mommy behind him. “So what do I have to do now?”
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Spencer changed his mind when he saw the life jacket. “No, no that’s okay. I’ll go with the floaty.” People his age could get away with it no problem. Surely he could too. He shut his eyes tight while Mya put sunscreen on him. “What’re you gonna do?”
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Down by the water, Spencer looked and felt almost normal. His diaper was somewhat hidden by his swim trunks, and aside from being a little pasty he didn’t look too bad without a shirt. The warm breeze and the sand beneath his feet was well received, enough to snap him out of baby mode to appreciate the place they were in. He’d always wanted to go here.
“I don’t need it, Mommy.” He insisted, padding over and holding his hands out for sunscreen. “I won’t go far. I’m kind of afraid of the undertow.”
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A rash? The words came out soundlessly, stifled by the pinch to his bottom which he took without complaint. Better there than elsewhere. Still, he didn’t fight her, instead fixing himself back onto his elbows in an effort to supervise. The smell of the baby powder wafted his way and he felt another rush of humiliation.
James’ blue eyes were fixed on Ava as she she slid the diaper underneath him. He gave a murmur of “you’re kidding” after she had brought it up to his belly and taped it snugly in place. The colourful babyish design was made worse by its overwhelming thickness, and he could hear the plastic crinkle loudly at the slightest shift. He hated himself for thinking it, but it was incredibly comfortable, if not a bit tight.
He offered another half-hearted smile amidst the horror of what he had allowed to happen to him, submitting to a kiss and sitting up with a cringe as his diaper rustled beneath him. Twenty-six years old reduced to an infant. You can do this, Jay. The worst is over.
Then he saw the booties. “No...” He groans, already defeated as the decision was made. If he didn’t laugh he’d surely cry. It was his best defence. “I feel ridiculous...Mommy.”
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“Hah-“ James forced a smile, somewhat genuine due in part to his embarrassment, and adjusted himself so he was propped up on his elbows. “Yes, Mommy.” His eyes flashed with ingrained apprehension as his new mommy opened his legs, giving short-lived resistance to exposing himself before conceding to what he’d agreed to.
What he thought would be a real kick to the pride (and it most certainly was) turned out to not be as bad as he thought. Ava’s soft soothing voice and her gentle hands massaging lotion to his inner thigh began to relax a bit of the tension he had built up. That is, until she lifted his legs. With a sudden noise of surprise, James’ arms gave way and he found himself on his back with his legs held up and a very surprised look on his face. “I promise you I’m clean!” He called out, trying to see Ava from where he lay.
A Little Adjustment (Private with MommyLexi)
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Bump!