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This is my first story here. It is choppy and hacky but I hope it is worth reading. Please send constructive criticism and comments. Thank you I have had many sexual urges in my life. Diapers being one that I have successfully worked into my daily routine. I love extreme anal with objects( baseball bats and traffic cones), spanking, crossdressing,Self Bondage, Urethra stuffing and CBT. Yes, I am a serious deviant. Last year though a needed Spinal Surgery gave me the opportunity to wear and use Diapers and Plastic Pants 24/7 365 days a year. I never enjoyed wearing as a sexually gratification and dont masturbate or even get erect from wearing and using them. Deceptively I started letting myself wet the bed twice, and explained it off as OAB and slight incontinence. Doctors visits confirmed OAB but could not find any other reason for wetting. Now muscle memory and urinating at the slightest feeling has shrunk my bladder and I wear with my wifes knowledge 24/7. Hiding boxes from Northshore Care is no longer neccesary and if needed my wife will wash and hang my plastic pants to dry for me. Several months later things changed. I caught a bad stomach bug and kept shitting my diapers daily. It got so bad my wife had to help me apply the desitin as i lay on the open clean diaper and helped me fasten it. Not a regular participant she has on occasion diapered me and helped with my plastic pants and fastening the onsies snaps. Now I am so regular, I wait to change my wet night diaper until I have a loose poop around 7:00 am. One thing my wife does take pleasure in doing is tormenting me when she shaves me smooth. This is the only time that she hints at enjoying my circumstances. Frequently using it as a chance to tell me she thinks my penis has shrunk even smaller than its original tiny self. Grabbing my scrotum and testicles tight to get the smoothest shave possible. When I look in her eyes which usually I try to avoid as I lay on my back legs splayed wide and knees to my chest. I know there is some thoughts and words even worse then what she has spoken rattling around in her thoughts. Thanksgiving and Christmas this year Anne took what I can only feel is great pleasure in humiliating me. I had no idea my being diapered was known to her two sisters and my mother in law. Just before the Turkey was served and we all took our seats ( mine is usually in the corner and hard to get in and out of.) Anne shocked me and asked aloud. Do you want to change before you get stuck in the corner for awhile? I dont really remember but I think I peed a little in shock. My mother in law took my hand and my backpack and guided Anne and I to her bedroom where she said we would have plenty of space to lay out. Anne revelled in my humiliation and everyone watch me being led by the hand to the bedroom. Anne in the privacy of the bedroom while my well wetted diaper was being replaced told me each of her sisters knew as well as my mother in law. But I could only think of what just happened and how probably everyone knew or was talking about it. Aunts, Uncles, Neices and Nephews. I wanted to disapear. . A very long day ensued and I barely took my eyes off the table. Anne made me thank her mother after I loudly crinkled and waddling from her room back to the dining table. By Christmas my diaper wearing was now needed not chosen as I messed myself and peed often and sometimes with barely an urge from my bladder and bowels. Anne gave me new onsies from Tykable, Twin size waterproof mattress cover and a real diaper bag to replace my backpack. This year my mother in law didnt give me the usual tools and gadgets. Instead I opened boxes wrapped in kids paper to find three pairs of corduroys that she tailored specially with snaps up and down the inside seams. Another box wrapped the same way had t-shirts with stupid childish sayings on them. I was puzzled when I didnt find any tools inside either boxes. Grandma snatched the pants away and demonstrated to everyone how the crotch and inseam now snapped closed .Mortified...Anne told me to thank her for the gifts. Mumbling thanks wasn’t good enough and Anne said if I don’t say thank you politely for the thoughtful gifts she would take me over her knee right here in front of everyone. I didnt see who but someone in the next room giggled when I repeated myself “ Grandma, Thank you for the thoughtfully gifts.” To my continued humiliation each of my gifts was held up to my body so I could model it . Now my position of adult has even been rescinded. Anne treats me like a child 24/7 and expects me to be her good boy. She sat me on the floor with her mother next to her and told me matter of factly my life and hers where permanently going to change. I obviously had no desire to be re-potty trained and that lucky me her mother agreed to treat me as a little diaper boy. I opened my mouth to try to protest.. it seemed like I should but her mother shhhed me and told me dont bother to deny you dont like it. My mother in law now insists I call her Grandma instead of her name Terry. That was humiliating enough, but not my wife leaves me with her mother while she is at work or needs a night out to relax. Breakfast and Lunch are with Grandma and I am allowed to color, play or watch cartoons before my nap-time. The checking of my diaper doesnât even get my full attention anymore. As soon as Anne leaves Grandma strips me down to socks, t-shirt, diaper and plastic pants. Being freshly diapered before being tucked into my nap could happen a bit faster for my liking. I have to look away while Grandma asks me if Im wet or messy. Pee U your a stinky Monkey she always says If I have pooped. I want to absolutely cry when she comments about wiping my little peepee, winky or nub clean. In the end if I dont fuss she calls me a good boy and kisses me on the forehead. Night night monkey are the last words I hear before the light goes out and door closes. As Grandma eats a sandwich or more adult choices I am left with finger food like cut up fruit or PB&J cut into triangles and no crust with milk or apple juice. Oddly because it is just she and I at her house being treated like a child is okay and even makes me feel loved. If anyone saw me crawling or laying on the floor dressed as I am I would never live it down. When I am brought back home things there too have changed for me. Anne moved me into what we use to call the spare room - now as if putting me in my place at any chance she calls it the Kiddie Room. Carpeted, I have a dresser and bed in the room. Anne found a blue car bed on Free Cycle, the sheets are my favorite TV Show Paw Patrol. I didnt notice until the first time I was laying on the bed one day that all the mirrors, cable box and TV are gone. Once this room was ready to receive a guest from out of town but now it screamed Baby Boy’s Room. Anne didnt even trust me with the sliding closet doors that now locked shut. At the end of the dresser stood stacks of diapers ranging from Plain white to childish prints and even pink with butterflies. Anne always tells me how good a job I did coloring and gives me the pictures with tape attached to hang up in the room. An outsider glancing into the room might notice they all were hung no higher than four feet from the floor as if a child hung them. One day Grandma declared my hair was getting too long. I have no idea where she had them but in a flash I heard buzzing and felt electric clippers running over my head repeatedly leaving just stubble. Tada she declared as she finished, leaving me with a Wiffle haircut. Grandma gave me a big smile and rustled my stubbled hair “ Much better Little Monkey” mommy is going to love it. The moniker and compliment tickled me pink and I grinned ear to ear. Wait...what..Mommy! Did she say mommy ? Then Paw Patrol came on and I zoned out sucking my thumbs and sitting in a wet diaper. Grandma and Anne...Oops, she told me to call her Mommy are talking at the table drinking coffee while I have my Apple Juice. They keep looking my way and saying Monkey this, Monkey that. I smile back and give my full attention to Paw Patrols next rescue. When I hear the adults laughing I realize they are laughing at my singing the shows theme song. I smile at them and pee a little. It barely registers that they moved to the sofa behind me until the TV goes off. I turn to see Mommy holding the clicker thing in her hand and she tells me she needs to talk to me and that it is important I listen, A little upset the TV was shut off mid rescue I give them my best grumpy face. Grandma starts by says she has good news. She and I will be spending more time together for a couple weeks. The idea makes me happy instantly because Grandma is the pushover and Mommy is the tough one. The conversation continues but each steps on the others words trying to explain why Mommy is going on a cruise with a friend she met and I will be staying with Grandma. I stare at them both and it seems like they are trying to avoid something. Oh. Well. Staying with Grandma sounds awesome. I lean forward and without trying mess the diaper. Both Grandma and Mommies faces change and it takes a second for me to realize I am the reason why. They look at each other and burst into laughter which make me laugh too. Grandma gets up to get a fresh diaper and wipes from the other room while Mommy calls me over and helps me lay down with my feet in the air. Unfastening the tapes as a fresh one arrives Anne wipes as much loose poop up with the diaper as she can before wiping my bottom free of poop. I can see Grandma over her shoulder making faces at me when I feel Anne wipe my pee pee. Then out of no where she starts to jerk on my penis between her thumb and two fingers. Although I know instantly what she is doing I am annoyed and let her continue as I look off to the side. When I hear Anne speak. See he isn’t much of a man. It was always pathetic but he cant even get hard. Grandma comes to my defense, Or so it sounded as she tells Anne my little pee pee is only for peeing now. Then as if my little winky had not betrayed me enough I sprayed pee straight up at Anne. With a quick wipe she closed the diaper and pulled the plastic pants over it. See! Anne said loudly. That is exactly why I need a real man in my bed.

*RING* The bell to start the next period rang out across the school. Tom immediately shot his glance up from his drawings, slightly shaking his head out it’s daze. “Damn I really lost track of time…” he mumbled, as he started throwing things into his bag. He picked up his random sketch, and neatly placed it into his drawings folder. At 18 years old, Tom still had his sandy blonde hair, with that classic emoish messy bowl cut, and glasses. He was rather thin for someone who was 5’8 and 150 lb, but his real characteristic lied in between his pants. You see Tom had a small penis for someone his age. Very small in fact, it was extremely embarrassing for him, but there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. While he dreamed of finally getting some kind of action with a girl, he knew it’d be quite the hurdle to jump over when they would finally see how small he was. Navigating through the hallway jungle, Tom made his way into the art center. He always loved being in there, it was where he felt truly free. Just the chalky smell cleared his mind and got rid of all the daily distractions. Finding his normal seat, he sat down, and pulled out the sketch he was working on from earlier. “Alright class, go ahead and free sketch for the period. It’s a Friday, and I know I won’t get you guys to work! Haha, have fun everyone.” The teacher said, as she made her way back to her own desk. Tom just smiled at those instructions. He had a hunch something like that was going to happen, as he dug his head into this work. Muting the world around him as he diligently worked on his sketch. “Hey, not bad.” A girl’s voice said behind Tom. For the second time that day, he was shaking his head out of a drawing haze. He didn’t really recognize the voice, so he spun his head around. Instantly, his pupils dilated, and skin lightly flushed as he took in the beautiful girl. The 18-year-old girl was about 5’7 and 140 lb. She had slightly tan skin, and beautiful flowing brown hair that accompanied her brown eyes. She had a small mole on her neck, but it truly added character to her. She smiled lightly at Tom and said, “You mind if I… sit with you?” Tom was slightly taken aback by the request, as he tried to find the words. After just staring at her for a few moments, he just awkwardly shook his head. The girl chuckled at this, as she pulled out the chair and sat next to Tom. “I’m Terra by the way.” She said, as she pulled out a drawing. It was intricate, and immediately caught Tom’s eye. He stared for a moment, and then responded with “I’m Tom… I really like that sketch you got there. How long you been working on it?” He said. Terra responded with a smile, “Why thank you, and not too long. I don’t know it’s just something I work on a few times a day…” She trailed off, as she started adding to the face. She picked up with, “I really want to be a game designer when I grow up you know? I’ve been doing everything I can in school to do that. You need good grades to get into a great college, and sketches like this just really motivate me to do well.” Terra said, adding more texture to her sketch. Terra’s obvious motivation made Tom feel a little small compared to the girl. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do in life, so seeing Terra talk about her passions like that made him feel slightly inferior to her. “That’s ah… neat yeah. I’m not totally sure what I want to do yet, but I hope it’s something with drawing like that.” Tom said weakly, trying to impress this girl. Terra smiled again, “I’m sure you will. I do worry about my future from time to time though. My now ex-boyfriend would fill me with all this doubt about not being able to make it. I don’t know, I try my best, but I do worry sometimes.” She said, as she continued to work on her drawing. Tom could tell she was despondent after saying that but decided to leave it at that. The rest of the class went on, the two of them chatted about their lives and random things. They didn’t even notice how quickly the class flew by, as the bell rung again. “Oh jeez haha, didn’t even notice it was already 12!” Terra said with a chuckle. “Haha, yeah. Hey do you want to uh, eat lunch together?” Tom said, as he started packing up his things. Terra shot a smile at him, as she did the same with her belongings. “I’d love that.” She said, as she slung her backpack around her shoulder. *** *Knock Knock* Tom knocked on the door to Terra’s place as he nervously shifted his weight. Him and Terra had gotten close since that day in art class. Terra asked him to hang out one Friday afternoon. It was a complete shock to Tom, but he immediately accepted. Driving to her house had made him a complete nervous wreck. He really liked Terra, but his small dick was all he could think about. What would she do when she finally found out? Would she be okay with it? Would she…. Laugh it off? He really wasn’t sure, he’d never shown anyone how small his cock was. His palms were drenched in sweat from how nervous he was as he wiped them off on his pants. The door finally swung open, with Terra standing in the doorway. “Took ya long enough to get here.” She said, as she spun around, and began walking back into her house. “Haha sorry, tons of red lights on the way here… and stuff…” Tom just kinda trailed off as he walked in and made his way up the stairs with Terra. “You any good at COD?” She said, as the two sat down in front of Terra’s TV. “Oh, you have no chance.” Tom said with a smile, as he grabbed the controller next to him. The two of them started going at it in a split screen match. “Boom! Head shot! Eat it Tom!” She yelled, as she started wiping the floor with him. Tom was going hard at first, but something else inside of him was doing the same…. His small cock was suddenly fully erect. Tom had always dreamed about playing video games with a girl, and now that it was finally happening? Well, let’s just say this wasn’t something he could control. His baby dick was making a small tent in his pants, and there was nothing he could do about it. His focus was waning from the game, as he tried his best to conceal the embarrassing erection. Looking at the game, and his groin wasn’t doing wonders for his score. Terra ran away with the match, as she came out victorious. “Oh, what you gotta say about that Tom? I thought you were great at this game?” She said, mocking him. Tom just stared at the girl. Her beauty oddly got him for a second, as he stared into her eyes. Something inside of him started to bubble up, something he wasn’t used to. Courage. “Fuck it” he thought, as he leaned in. Tom’s lips pressed up against Terra’s warm cheek. Her face immediately lit up in shock. She never would have thought Tom would make the first move. They sat in silence for a moment, as they just stared at one another. “Hey look, if you didn’t like that I’m-“Tom was instantly cut off, as Terra shoved her face into his. They started making out, throwing the controllers to the ground. Their hands started working all over one another, as they passionately kissed one another. Tarra’s hands started slowly making their way down Tom’s crotch. Tom noticed but didn’t seem to care. He was just in heaven as he experienced his first kiss. Terra opened one eye to look at his crotch, and her face lit up once again. “One the hell?” She thought, as she saw the smallest protrusion from a boy’s crotch she’s ever seen. “Holy shit he’s small as fuck.” She thought, as she continued to kiss him. “How the fuck does a grown man’s dick get this small? Did it ever hit fucking puberty?” She thought, suddenly breaking off the kiss. “What’s wrong?” Tom said, slightly taken aback. His tiny erection was obvious, as he did nothing to conceal it. Terra composed herself, “Oh nothing! I just uh… kinda realized there was some um… homework I had to take care of.” She said, jumping up from the floor. She made her way over to her desk and flipped open her laptop. Tom just sat there on the floor, still in his daze. He honestly looked kinda dumb, just lightly staring off into space. He didn’t seem to care the girl just abruptly stopped the passionate kiss. Terra just chuckled to herself, as the boy drifted in his dumb horny haze. “Oh I know what this boy needs.” Terra said to herself, typing in “Goodnites” into the google search bar. A slight giggle escaping her lips as she did so. Tom seemed to slowly come out of his haze, as Terra searched on the web for various diapers. “If he’s gonna have a baby cock, he needs to be in the right underwear then.” She thought to herself, as Tom started getting up from the floor. “Hey if you’re uh busy then I’ll… I’ll be heading out then I guess?” Tom said with an accepting tone. “Hmm?” Terra said, looking up from her laptop. “Oh yeah, that’s fine.” She looked back down at her diaper filled computer screen. “Hey I had fun, we should do this again sometime.” She said with a slightly wicked grin. Tom lit up, “I’d love that!” he said, gathering his things. He made his way to the doorway and stopped. “For what it’s worth, you’re a great kisser.” Tom said, his little baby erection still obvious. Terra let out a slight laugh at the sight, “Yeah you too.” She said. “See you real soon, Tom Tom.” Terra said, Tom cocked his head quizzically at that, but just shrugged it off. Making his way down the hall and out the house, as Terra started loading up her online cart….

Aizawa Shouta had been relaxing in his usual spot, curled up in the sleeping bag near his desk, when he felt his bladder twinge. Grunting tiredly, he rolled onto his side and tried ignoring it, which turned out to be a mistake. Much to his dismay, he felt like he was about to pee right then and there! This wouldn’t normally be so bad-he could usually just get out of the sleeping bag and use the toilet, no problem-but today the zipper was stuck. Trapped, he had no other option but to try holding it, which ultimately failed. Warm wetness spread through the bag and onto the floor. A puddle formed directly underneath him, and he felt disgusting, his piss-drenched clothing pressing against his body. Finally, he could open the bag, but he was absolutely soaked. He stood up, wincing when he heard his clothing squish into his body, wet and hot. It was so gross. Aizawa could only hope that nobody would notice his drenched shirt and pants, or the telltale puddle under his bag as he peeled himself from the floor, dripping.

Enji Todoroki was the type of man who wasn’t easily tamed. He was...powerful, in control, even if his methods of training and honing both of those things were unorthodox at best and regressive at worst. Even after he’s slowly started rebuilding shattered pieces of the life he ruined, he still can’t help but feel he’s unstoppable. That is, until today. When he wound up standing at UA’s bathrooms with a hand over his privates, one leg crossed over the other. He’d come to see Shouto, but wound up having to rush to the bathroom moments after their talk had finished. Annoyance made fire flicker over his features for a moment, and desperation turned his face red. Squirming, he rapped on the bathroom door again, trying to hold it in. He’d never pissed himself before, and he wasn’t about to start now...was what he kept telling himself before the dam exploded. Gritting his teeth, he winced when he felt the first stream trickle down the leg of his hero uniform. “C’mon, open up already!” Enji yelled, rapping on the door with a new kind of desperation as he absolutely drenched his pants, praying to god nobody saw him like this.

Idea: My character is a professor at a local, prestigious college and he is often late to his own class, barely takes care of himself, always dresses sloppily, etc. Eventually, someone(either an exasperated student who feels they are not getting their money's worth or a fellow professor who believes he must be punished) takes matters into his own hands and starts treating him like the baby he is.

Hi I new here but have been coming to this site and forum for awhile now. In fact this site is what helped me get to where I am today lol. I have been diapered 24/7 since May 3rd and today marks 4 weeks