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The first glint of the sun poked through the curtain to our bedroom. You lay beside me, partially on top of me with your leg across mine and your hand splayed across my groin, having rolled onto your side in your sleep. I gently move your hand from me and get up to grab some water, suddenly realizing in the kitchen that I needed urgently to use the restroom. I barely make it, only happy that I hadn't disturbed you from your sleep. I softly move back into bed and begin to drift off again laying on my back, feeling your hand move from our bed to my groin again and lightly squeeze.I woke up again to you kissing me. This gentle brush of your velvet lips across my face is the like being brought out of a dream and into heaven. I turn upwards to look at you and open my eyes. "Good morning, mommy." You giggle down at me, finding what I call you cute."Good morning, darling." You reply, leaning in to give me a kiss on the lips, sending shivers up my spine from the force and tenderness of kiss from my love. The pressure increases as I move my arms up to stretch and you climb on top of me, grabbing my arms and pinning my legs with your own, you push yourself deep onto me, lips pressing my face into the pillow while you start to hump me. I moan from all of this stimulation and you pick up the pace, bringing me too full attention quickly.Just as I start to push up into your rhythm, you move your hips away from mine. I moan, a little taken aback by this, before you slowly stop our kiss. "Not yet, cutie. I have to get to work. But don't worry, baby. I'll make sure we have some very messy fun tonight." You stand up, gliding your hand over my straining erection as you do. "Just keep that hard as much as you can. Stimulate yourself often, but don't finish. I want you to be extra fun to tease tonight. You get so cute when you squirm so much."You remove your hand from my crotch and slowly kiss me again. I moan in excitement and anticipation, so happy to be here for you and so ready for tonight. You turn and begin to leave before you stop. "Oh, I almost forgot." Walking over to the closet you grab the powder blue bag. Recognizing it, I throw my blankets off and begin to pull my boxer briefs off. You set the bag down on the bed and pull out a diaper and baby powder and lotion.The sensation of your lotioned hands rubbing on my throbbing member is almost more than I can stand and I nearly orgasm, but you manage to stop just before I do. I furiously pant from the excitement, internally groaning from the constant teasing going on. You wait for me to calm down enough and finish by powdering my crotch and butt and taping the diaper around my waist."Now, I want that kept on all day. I'll change it when I get back tonight. I may be a little late, but that's only to pick a few things up for an event. Don't worry, mommy will be back for her little angel as soon as she can." You say to me, holding my face in your hands and kissing my forehead. "Make sure that you are wearing one of your onesies when I get home. You always look so cute in them."With that, you left for work, showing your glorious short dress with tight leggings. I lay down in bed again, still thinking about what you told me to do and, knowing that I would need to get on them soon, I decided I should be getting up soon.I started the day by grabbing a shirt so that I could walk around in a bit more comfort. I liked letting a bit of a breeze go through my legs, but I could be a little sensitive on my upper body. Making myself some breakfast, I get together a list of everything I need to clean before you arrive and what we have that I can make for dinner. I quickly surmise that we have everything that we need for quite a few items and, shortly after finishing my own meal, I start setting up everything to have your favorite ready: steak and potatoes with asparagus.Dinner preparations are finished by ten in the morning and I feel ready to go about cleaning. I start in our bathroom and find you left a surprise for me: a used pair of panties. I picked them up and could smell your juices on them. I put my nose to them and sniffed them deeply. They almost smelled fresh.Relaxing back on the lid of the toilet, I began to rub myself through the diaper. The sensations felt amazing, with my cock wrapped in the pillow-like padding and your smell all around me. I wanted so badly to finish myself, but I knew I would be punished if you found my diaper had been used for that before you got home, so I stopped.I grabbed the laundry lying in our bedroom and brought all of it into the laundry and separated them before starting a load, taking a whiff of any of your panties that I find to catch a small fragment of your fragrance. It takes longer to do and I'm so incredibly horny by the end of it, but it's so enjoyable that I find it to be worth it. After starting the washing machine, I decide to move back to the chores.--------After I have finished cleaning up the apartment, I realized that it was almost three in the afternoon. I thought it would be best to grab a snack to tide myself over until dinner. Upon entering the kitchen, I open the refrigerator has a few bottles of milk and the front bottle has a note under it. "Enjoy only 2 at most -Mommy" I grin happily and begin to drink. The taste of your nectar is heavenly and I am on cloud nine as I sit down at the kitchen table, my butt padded by the diaper. The sweetness is to die for and the texture as it runs across my tongue is superb. I feel like I could lose myself drinking this.After a few minutes, to my surprise, I have emptied the bottle. This makes me sad, but I remember that I have another later if I want it. I stand back up and stretch, deciding that I can probably stand to relax myself for a while. I make my way back to the bedroom to change.Finding the outfit I want, I take off my shirt and put on the cutest snap crotch bunny romper.I giggle at how cute I am with my outfit and diaper bulge in the mirror, before moving over to the computer to check what's going on and play some games. After a few minutes, I start to notice I need to pee. I let go of my muscles and begin wetting my diaper. The warm flooding is immaculate around my crotch and I feel elated with the sensations enveloping my groin. As I feel the padding absorbing my urine, I start rubbing myself again, enamored with the exquisite warmth and pressure. I start to feel myself leaking precum before I realize that I have almost gone too far. I stop, reluctantly, and begin again at perusing the internet.Five o'clock passes and I receive a message from you. "Hey baby. You making sure mommy will come home happy?"I smile and reply, "Of course. I'm even dressed for you. Everything is clean and dinner only needs to be cooked. We'll have leftovers.""Wonderful! I can't wait! I just want to squeeze you and cuddle you until you can't stand it.""That could never happen."" Show me what you are wearing."This surprised me. You had never asked for a picture before. I was shocked. I was hesitant, but I slowly got up and made my way to the mirror, angling it so that you couldn't see my face before taking the picture and sending it to you."Look at that sexy little cutiepie. All embarrassed to show his adorable face. Have dinner ready for us by 6:30. I love you!"I blushed red hot and almost buried my face in my hands, but I knew you were only teasing. You didn't have an ulterior motive. "I love you too!" I sent back.I got back to the desk and almost got back into a video when I got another message. This one had three pictures attached to it. The first showed your blouse, probably in your workplace bathroom. The second was a close up of your nipple, with your color of lipstick around it in the shape of a kiss. The last showed your purse, with your bra strap hanging out.I was rock hard again seeing these. I wanted to orgasm so badly, but I knew that I was being teased, so I had to be careful. I could be patient. I noticed a cramp in my stomach, but I was probably just hungry. Nothing a bottle couldn't fix.---------I was in the kitchen, dinner was almost ready, everything was coming together perfectly and on time. It was six twenty-nine and I'd even found the ingredients to turn the juices from the steak into a wonderful cream sauce. Everything was great when I felt something hit me worse. My cramps had turned into an even greater pain and I could feel myself about to let loose into my diaper soon. I saw everything was done and turned all of the heat off, moving the steak onto a plate, the sauce into a gravy boat, the asparagus into a dish, and the potatoes into a bowl.After setting the table, I was about to walk to the bathroom when I heard the key in the door. I was elated. I couldn't think about myself right now when you were getting here.I turned around and stood still, knowing that I wouldn't be seen from the door as it was down the hallway. I could almost jump right out of my skin I was so happy. The door closed and I heard the telltale signs of your shoes as you walked down the hallway.I couldn't hold back my smile as it spread across my entire face seeing you round the corner. "Hi, Mommy!" I nearly shouted, too excited to care about the noise. That smile and excitement changed quickly as I saw something that stunned me: three more women rounding the corner.I was shocked and couldn't move. My smile faded even as yours grew. The women looked surprised, amused, or interested in me and I couldn't tell which was more apparent on each face. That was when my bowels could not hold anymore.I felt my knees giving way, from the embarrassment and the pressure at my backdoor. I leaned back and grabbed a chair, squatting slightly as I felt everything let loose into my waiting diaper, sending an entire days worth of waste into the waiting plastic.My cheeks were even more red than before and I could barely see as the relief spread through my lower body."Ladies, this is my baby boyfriend." You introduced me. The women in behind you looked at me, not saying a word. I could see what I thought was their judgement plastered across their faces. I almost felt I could cry. I turned my head and felt a single tear stream down my cheek. Then I felt a hand wipe it away and turn me towards a caring face."Hey there, little guy. Aren't you so cute?" She said, rubbing my cheek with her thumb. I was speechless as I stared at her pink color contacts, noting her short hair and lipstick matched. "I could just eat you up!" With that she began to eskimo kiss me, eliciting a small giggle. That caused her to smile so wide, her teeth were showing beautifully. "Awh, there's a cute smile. Hey, Amelia, you sure know how to pick 'em."Mommy walked over to the kitchen, starting to grab plates, silverware and glasses for everyone. "I know, right Heather? He cooks, he cleans, he's so gorgeous, and he loves to be my baby whenever I want."Heather. That was a pretty name. I could feel her doting hand still running slightly on my cheek and felt like I could melt into it. Stepping into my line of sight on Heathers' right, a shorter blonde stepped towards me and looked me up and down more closely as I inspected her back.She was about a foot shorter than me, blonde hair put into a bun on her head in a sophisticated manner, so little makeup that you could see her face had no glisten that normal residue leaves, and her breasts were nearly falling out of her tight top. With the size they were, looking like they could be at least an E-cup, I wasn't surprised. "I can't believe you knew he would do that in front of us. Like, you said he was gonna be filling up his diaper just after he noticed us and now...wow.""Yup." Mommy said, setting the table for the others and portioning the plates. "I know him. He takes a bottle, or a drink if I'm around, around the same time every day, unless we wake up early enough or I need him to empty me on nights or weekends. So all it took was a laxative in the first two bottles and he would be the cutest, messy baby for us." She laughed after she said that, Heather smiled, the blonde girl started to poke at the diaper bulge on my waist while eyeing my onesie.From behind both of them, I heard another laugh as I saw the final girl flank me on Heathers' left. She had a huge grin, almost the same sadistic look Mommy gives when she wants to dominate me. Her burgundy hair whipped in it's pony tail as she ran up to look closer at me and bring a hand down to spank me on my messy butt."Mmhm. Someone's a messy boy." She said as she pressed my waste into my ass, rubbing it like she was trying to give me a butt massage. "I think someone needs a change. And a very thorough cleaning.""There will be plenty of time for that after dinner. The food will get cold ladies." I saw the disappointment in all of their faces, but they separated and sat at the table. Unfortunately, there were only four seats."Um...mommy...where do you want me to sit?" I asked, cautiously, keeping my voice down and looking back down at the ground, hands clasped behind my back. You walked right over to me and picked my head up in your hand, smiling wide as you looked into my eyes again."Oh, sweetie," You began, pulling the chair I was just leaning against away from the table, "you sit right here." You slid your hand to my shoulder and steered me in front of the chair, gently pushing me down until I was sitting down. The warm mush in my diaper spread up and into my groin region, coating my entire waist in my own waste. Then, you turned around, pushing the same perfect butt you were showing off this morning until it rubbed against my chin. Slowly, you sat down onto my lap.I felt your fantastic ass on my dick as you adjusted yourself on me, teasing as you wiggled side to side and all around on me. Moaning in pleasure, I was blushing even harder than before with the added embarrassment of my high pitched moans filling the mostly silent room.The giggles around the room began again, but died down as everyone began dishing themselves their food."Oh, god." I heard the burgundy haired girl say. "He made this? By himself?""Of course, Riley." Mommy said, on my lap, cutting her food into bite sizes."This is soooo good." Riley continued, mouth still with food in it. The others made small noises of agreement as the dominant sounds coming from them were forks and knives frantically cutting into their meals."Hear that, baby? My friends love what you bring to the table." Mommy laughed at her own joke, before bringing a bite of steak to my mouth. I ate it, savoring the flavors and the feeling of being fed. I was so happy, while still so embarrassed."So," the blonde spoke, wiping her face and grabbing more food, "now that we see you weren't making anything up, how long has this been going on? You told us that you two have been together for more than four years, but how long have you been in this part of your relationship?"Mommy looked over at her, one hand on my cheek and the other holding some potatoes in front of my open mouth. She looked back into my eyes and smiled, more gentle and calm. She pushed the fork into my mouth and kissed my forehead. "Well," you say as you look back at the group, "He came out to me about his diaper fetish after about a year. He was so embarrassed about it that it took him about five minutes to tell me. I loved watching him blush like that, so cute. Anyway, I was interested in why he liked it so we bought him some diapers and played in them. We tried a bunch of different positions and he loved them so much. Whether I was jerking him off in them or grinding against him or having him hump me, he would love everything we did, and he wasn't the only one. He even liked wearing them around instead of underwear, which made him look extra cute."Once we had our own place for just the two of us and I started making enough to support us both, he started staying at home to make food, clean and write, and shortly after asking if he could wear diapers more often. I told him to wait, but I wanted to tease him before we made this more of a thing. I set up a P.O. Box and started having packages of clothes and diapers sent there. On one of my days off, I sent him out for somethings the next town over and brought home all of the fun toys and outfits I got for him. He was ecstatic to see it."I have been keeping him in various diapers for a few months now, changing diapers, designs, thickness and even getting him several cloth diapers. I couldn't wait to show him off, but I knew that I would have to gauge if some of you and our other friends and colleagues would like it."Heather spoke up after that. "I'm glad you trusted us with this. I can't believe that a guy like him is so cute and enjoys being your baby.""Trust me, that isn't all he likes. He's plenty good at so much more." You turn and wink at me, pushing your index finger into my mouth for me to suck on. It's relaxing and still bares the flavor of dinner, so I am not at all displeased. I close my eyes, barely registering as the others begin to giggle. "Come on, everyone. Let's move this into the living room. I think that baby needs a change." Those words were on repeat in my head as I sucked on your fingers, eyes closed and in bliss. Suddenly the implication of what you said became clear and my eyes darted wide open. Grinding down on my soiled mess of a diaper one last time, you rose from my lap, guiding me by your finger tapping the top of my mouth. I was not going to disobey and, meekly, I rose to follow behind you as you moved out from in front of the chair.The mess around my waist exerted its weight again and my embarrassment heightened even further. Soft giggling came from behind as your friends saw the sagging covered by my onesie. The heat on my face intensified as I was sure that my entire face had turned redder than a tomato by this point.Gracefully, you stepped through to the living room area of our apartment. The open area between our coffee table and entertainment center was merely a few feet, but from experience I knew that it was plenty of room for you to change me. I realized that you were doing just that as I saw you pull the changing mat from leaning on the wall and place it on the ground. You remove your finger from my mouth and begin to unroll the pad, showing off your perfect behind as you crawl forward and flatten the corners. You turn around, smirking as you catch me staring at you, and pat the mat. "Ok, little guy, lay down for me so we can get that big stinky diapee off you and get you into a fresh, comfy, happy time diaper."I froze again and flushed even harder, but gently laid down on the pad, my legs spread around either side of you. Smiling down, you start to rub my diaper, feeling the bulging phallus underneath and squeezing it, outlining it in its padding. You signal your head over towards our guests an I gaze over to see they are all staring from the table: Riley with her predatory smile stretched from ear to ear, Heather was laying forward with a dreamy look, and the blonde was leaning on the back of her chair, breasts nearly spilling over the back. I moaned as Mommy kept rubbing and squeezing me, feeling my mess and my erection, and I blushed as hard as I could ever remember, closing my eyes tight in embarrassment and covering my face with my hands. This only added to it though as they all cooed at me as I did so."No need to be shy, girls." Mommy said, slowing her rubbing to a snails pace. "Come and take a closer look. Baby is the center of attention, after all."With that, all of the girls walked over to watch. Heather sat on Mommies right, resting against the entertainment center and waived at me. The blonde girl sat on the table, showing the rounded buttocks under her skirt as she walked past me to get into a position she wanted. Riley must have seen me peeking through my hands because she smiled at me as she stood near my head and then knelt, grabbing my hands and holding them on either side of my head and sat on them, legs pushed to cover most of my arms and my head pressed against her crotch.I felt like I was sensitive to every slightest shift in movement, every vibration, every smell around me as I thought I was about to burst at any moment. Mommy then stopped and began undoing the snaps on the onesie. My browned diaper was exposed as the cloth was removed from its sides and hiked up to my hips. Mommy smiled again and bent over me, hands to my sides. "Now, honey, does someone need to go pee pee? Remember, Mommy doesn't want a mess to be made while we're changing and a little boy like you can't always control himself, right darling?"My blushing face couldn't hide that I was desperate and had only managed to hold so much for so long because of the pressure and pleasure being constantly administered by you. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I let myself piss into the waiting padding. The hissing sound of the flow was loudly audible and unmistakable in its source and I couldn't take anymore. A tear shed from my eye and I could feel more forming."Aw, baby," You said leaning over and cupping my right cheek, your face being the only thing in my line of sight, "Don't cry, it'll be OK. Tonight is supposed to be fun for you. I want this night to be the most fun you've ever had, so that we can have even more in the future."On my other cheek, I felt the tear being rubbed off and noticed that Riley had began rubbing my cheek sighed in calm and nuzzled into Mommies hand before she pulled back, smiling again. With that and the gentle stroking of my cheek, I began to press into the other hand still on me and heard a sigh from above me. I could only guess that Riley liked that.The tearing of tape pulled me out of my calm and brought me back into focus. I felt the cool air hit my groin and a sharp intake of air could be heard as I did. I would have felt embarrassed, but instead the calm overtook me and I felt fine if a bit self conscious of the mess I had made. I could tell that you let it hang open for longer than you needed to, but I also saw that it was because of the girls reactions. Riley was licking her lips, Heather had her hands over her mouth, but the blonde girl had your favorite."He is super messy, but he is also such a big boy. I didn't know he had such a fun looking toy in there." While she said this, her eyes were almost glowing with interest and her hands were gripping her knees. She was very excited.Mommy laughed. "My beautiful boy is so wonderful and all of his playthings are very fun. I can't wait to show you how much fun he can be, Brittany. But playtime comes later. For right now, he needs a good cleaning."

I Love My Daddy There have been quite a few times when I’ve been glad I was wearing a nappy whilst out and about in public. I know a seventeen year-old should be past that stage by now but, for instance, when an F16 screams in over your head at about 200 feet, pulls back and accelerates away vertically before going into some incredible aerial manoeuvres, you know that the spine-tingling pee you’d just excitedly let loose, it’s a nappy that saves you from an embarrassing damp patch on your pants. It is times like that, when the unexpected leads to a sudden loss of control, a nappy is designed for. To explain the F16: Daddy and I have recently moved to his villa on the coast near Murcia in Spain, where the local Air Base was having an open day and part of their itinerary was a fantastic air display. People had flocked to the beach to watch and the place was crammed packed with visitors. Although Daddy always insists I wear a nappy I’m constantly thankful for that resolve when such things happen. The display had seen loads of different aircraft, both old and new, doing incredible stunts in formation and solo. Loving planes like I do I was in my element and marvelled at the clever pilots as they guided their planes through various brilliant aero-spectaculars. Suddenly, from behind where we were standing, a F16 military jet roared in over our heads. The noise was deafening but I stood thrilled and in total admiration, giggling and crying in absolute delight as the pilot swung his jet into the most wonderful aerobatics. Physically, I was not in control of my body, which was jumping up and down like an excited two year-old, whilst my bladder had a mind of its own. Being seventeen made no difference, I was so gripped by the awe-inspiring display and oblivious to what else was going on in my baby pink shorts but thankfully, the nappy and matching pink plastic pants were as dependable as ever. My heart was beating madly as the pilot veered his aircraft into yet another superb roll right over my head and several other jets of pee excitedly filled my soaked nappy. However, before Daddy insisted on what I wear I’d had enough embarrassing incidents of wet and messy pants to know his solution was correct. Like earlier in my young life, I was in a London shopping mall and I came face to face with one of my TV heroes. I didn’t dare speak to him but the fact that he was only a few feet away from where I stood, signing autographs and having his photo taken, prompted another loss of control and I wet myself. Had I then had the protection it would have saved me from ridicule but, as it was, the flow didn’t just stop at my pants but trickled onto the marble floor. I’m emotionally and physically unable to stop the excitement I feel at any time from spreading out in other directions. Each time my shorts or trousers would be soaked if not for my well-padded and protected lower half. From the moment Daddy had made that decision he ensured I was always expertly fastened in my nappy and securely wearing plastic protection. It might be ungainly at times but at least I felt safe from any mishap that such a sudden exhilarating thrill might cause. Daddy knew how to prepare me for the day (and night) and Daddy knows best. * Daddy is in fact my Uncle John. He took me in when I was four years old after my parents died in a particularly grizzly accident, one in which I somehow (and some said miraculously) survived. However, once I was out of hospital it was Uncle John, being mum’s younger brother and my only close relation, who took me in and brought me up as his own. From the moment I entered his home he has treated me as a bewildered little boy in need of constant care and attention. Needless to say, to begin with I was scared and terrified of a world without my parents and that led to some pretty appalling moments. I was angry at everything and alas couldn’t contain any of my bodily functions without tears, tantrums and general hysterical, messy behaviour. I was a four year-old jumble of emotions who acted like an irritable toddler all the time. Uncle John eased me through it all, slowly realising just what I needed to help me control my mental and physical problems. Off course he found that cuddles and reassurance helped enormously but to control my incontinence I needed something far more practical. Nappies were his solution and because of the number of times and the amount I peed, thick nappies with thick rubber pants he deemed best. I didn’t like the idea at first but he was insistent that my life would be better if I was protected in such a way. He gently explained that part of why I was getting so upset was the obvious evidence of a wet spot, so, he reasoned, if we could prevent that, it would help. I still wasn’t convinced and hated being put in nappies but they did stop the tell-tale stain, and, more to the point I was no longer plagued by worry of ridicule. Sometimes, if I’d had a bad dream, I would wander into his room crying and wet but he’d never get mad. He’d just pull back the covers and let me snuggle in beside him. His gentle soothing caresses relieved my agitation and I’d drop off quickly. Every so often, he could see that the drooping soggy mass needed instant attention, so he wouldn’t flinch at changing me at such an unsociable hour, my comfort being of the utmost importance. He’d then guide me to my room but it wouldn’t be long before I’d pad back, the soft rustle of my protection accompanying each step, and slip in next to him. His comforting arms always made me feel safe and secure as I’d wriggle up close to his warm, strong, reliable body. He didn’t mind the continuous changing because of the trauma I’d been through and actually thought, as a four, five and six year-old, it was OK for me to still be wearing such stuff. I didn’t know at the time but he later told me that despite all the seething resentment at losing my parents I had coursing through my young mind, I looked innocent and lovable when dressed in thick protection. He was amazed at how peaceful I became once I was cleaned up and put into a nappy, it was a sort of acceptance of how things were before my parents died - apparently they had also kept me in rubber pants as I was very slow to toilet train. It was also at this time, as he was changing me and I was giggling at something he’d done, that I accidentally said “Thank you Daddy” instead of uncle - he liked that. He hugged and kissed me so tightly that I had no option but to return the love and gratitude I felt for him. So, it was a very easy transition seeing as when we went out, most people assumed I was his son anyway, and he never corrected that assumption. * Bits of my memories from those early days keep coming back to me and I can see how the bond between us grew. The first intimate recollection was once as he changed me out of a particularly wet and messy nappy. I was overwhelmingly upset and crying. However, undaunted, he cleaned me up, fitted a thick disposable and, as he pulled up my protecting plastic pants, I threw my arms around him and sobbed uncontrollably for ages. All the time he soothed me with gentle massages to my back and padded bottom. He nuzzled and kissed the top of my head easing away my utter distress - hushing away the tears and rocking me gently. He told me that I’d hugged him so tightly and begged him not to leave (apparently I was so scared of losing him) he replied he wouldn’t want to go anywhere without his ‘Little Soldier’. I fell asleep in his arms and when I eventually did wake up I was still laid in his arms but in his bed and he was sleeping. As I lay there, snug and warm, even as a young boy, I realised the love he had for me and I wanted to return that love. I huddled up close and wrapped my small arms around him as much as I could and fell back to sleep. When we woke up again, to my shame I was wet. Thankfully my nappy had protected me from any spillage but I felt guilty for doing what I’d done in my daddy’s bed. I was sure I would be punished for it but, once he realised what I’d done he just smiled. “It’s a good job my little fellow has adequate protection,” he beamed. “As long as you’re watertight,” he rubbed the front of my plastic pants, the damp nappy underneath feeling a bit strange as it slipped against my skin, “we’re all safe from whatever you do.” * He told me it was strange that these days, when I wore a nappy, I hardly ever wet or soil myself but, as soon as he puts me in briefs (which I insisted on wearing like other boys my age), I inevitably peed my pants. He also noticed that if I got excited about anything, no matter how small (or huge) a deal it was, I would somehow manage to let a little trickle of pee out, often without even knowing I’d done so. I remember fairly early on that Daddy took me to a Christmas Panto and I’d got so excited while watching (there was a lot of flashing lights, bangs and smoke) that I wet myself and the seat pretty badly. I think he was embarrassed as he explained to the manager what had happened but he just smiled knowingly and told Daddy that he’d be surprised at just how many kids wet themselves when the villain appears. I would even wet myself whilst watching TV, or if I received a new toy or even saw a toy on TV or in a shop window. It appeared to Daddy that anything and everything slightly excitable could lead me to fill my pants and the only way to prevent that tell-tale damp stain was a nappy and thick plastic pants. This led me to become even further embarrassed and nervous about going out in public. Despite carrying on alarmingly about having to wear them, he eventually convinced me that they were necessary, and so as not to cause further humiliation (I think he meant arguments and damage to people’s furniture), they became compulsory. Of course I argued about how unfair it all was but time and time again I was thankful to have my boy bits safeguarded as I inadvertently wet my pants. * Daddy has been quite strict with me since those earlier days of messy tantrums and fits of non-stop weeping. He said he understood why these things were happening to me but from that early age he curbed my mental anguish by instilling a ‘nappy regimen’. He said that because I found it ‘calming’ the ‘daily diaper’ (a term he used occasionally) became part of both my waking and sleeping arrangements. He checked that everything fitted well and was watertight so no drips or dribbles would appear in my bed or on my outer clothes. He also hoped I wouldn’t feel ill at ease to do all the things an active boy wanted to do. The bulk I eventually got used to and Daddy’s constant approval and compliments gave me confidence. If I asked him if he thought the nappy was too obvious he would tell me how well it all fitted and how no one would be able to tell so, over time, he persuaded me I need not worry. He also convinced me that my needs were paramount and other people’s opinions didn’t matter. Throughout the years daddy has taken great delight in making sure I was always clean and dry. He loves to see me in a pristine nappy and my plastic armour (as he calls them), often making sure that all the fabric is tucked under the smooth, glossy cover and I’m waterproof. Daddy insists on what I should wear, what I should eat and the TV programmes I am allowed to watch (which even now he still keeps an eye on) and to do as I am told - he will not take any cheek or disrespect. In those early days my rebellion was met with understanding but as soon as I went to school and adopted my friend’s defiance, he became more and more insistent on making sure my conduct was acceptable. The strict nappy regimen was the way in which he curtailed any bad behaviour and, he pointed out, the thickness of my protection made my overall attitude a lot more agreeable. Although he was firm on this point, he was also very loving. He admitted that what makes his life worthwhile is seeing me out and about enjoying my childhood, whilst a glimpse of my plastic pants when I’m charging around wearing shorts (which I now wear all the time) confirms my status as a little boy who still needs his Daddy to look out for him. I wore padding under my school clothes because I wet unexpectedly. I didn’t want to but the embarrassment of a damp smudge appearing on my school pants would have been a beacon to the rest of the class to torment me. Because of the precautions that Daddy took, I was never such a target. However, once home he would check to see if I was wet and we were both often amazed at the amount of pee my nappy had soaked up though thankfully leaving me feeling relatively dry. So now I do what I’m told with no argument because I have learned that Daddy is always right and to defy his ‘rules’ is a stupid course of action. It wasn’t all instant acceptance; it took a couple of extremely fierce spankings to begin with for me to grasp that Daddy’s word was law and, even though I might have once wanted to dress like a big boy and be treated as such, I had to learn that Daddy insisting on my childhood being extended for as long as possible is a good thing and not a punishment. He likes me to dress more as a toddler than a teenager. He thinks that it is far more appropriate for a boy wearing a nappy to sport such clothing. He says it fills him with pride and delight to see me running around in my colourful outfits with my protection clearly defined. The thick nappy or pull-ups are always augmented by a pair of colourful plastic/rubber pants, which sometimes get revealed if I bend over or stretch. Daddy says it teaches me my place in his life - that of a sweet, innocent little boy who wants nothing more than to please him. Besides, as these are the only clothes I get bought I am now used to them and, the up side to this is… I am so well protected I never get embarrassed by any unforeseen wet spots. He says my ‘individual look’ constantly reminds him just how precious and unique I am and if my protection wasn’t there I’d actually miss not having that secure feeling between my legs. However, Daddy likes it best when I act like a kid; a silly, irresponsible little kid who just wants to enjoy himself and one not bogged down with the baggage of growing up. The clothes and how Daddy treats me certainly help me feel that way, with the lack of restraint to do anything, say anything that is anything but childishly fun has me behaving exactly as Daddy wants… and I love it. I might have to wear juvenile outfits but I have a terrific, fun-filled life and we do loads together. Daddy loves me and I love my daddy. * Week days my bed time is seven o’clock unless we are away or on vacation, then it can move around a bit. But daddy used to insist that on school nights I was ready and in bed for seven and that is the same now as it was when I was four or five. Daddy thinks boys should get a good night’s sleep at any age and that just staying up watching TV is not good for a young mind. Since we’ve moved out to live in Spain permanently I spend more and more time in just my protection. Certainly around the villa, which is quite private, it has a pool and a large garden and even the two young guys who come to keep it all tidy don’t appear to bat an eyelid as I play around wearing my plastic pants. I chat to them in my very poor Spanish as they trim the vegetation or keep the pool area clean. They are two very handsome young guys, probably a little older than me, and I really feel at ease around them. Sometimes, as I’m lying out in the sun I wonder what they’d look like wearing what I do. I’m sure Daddy would be happy to have them dressed in protection as they went about their business but alas, as yet, they seem content wearing just their bright red shorts and matching red and white t-shirts. They’re always good-humoured and comment with a smile when I wear something colourful, shiny, rubbery and new that Daddy has bought. At night Daddy fixes me into my night time protection after he’s applied all the various lotions and potions he says I need to keep me from getting a rash. He makes this fun and I’m giggling as he pins me in and pulls up my night time rubber pants - they are a good deal thicker than what I wear during the day but Daddy says this is all just a precaution to keep me safe and my bed dry. It’s a nightly routine that I like and makes me feel very special. Sometimes, depending on the temperature, I am left to sleep in just my protection but other times Daddy zips me into a onesie or footed PJs or something else he thinks I look cute in. More often than not I get fed a final juice or a warm bottle of milk, which I suck down as he gently rocks my sleepy body cradled in his arms. Once that’s finished, if I’m not drowsy enough he’ll read me a story or put some soothing music on to help me relax. I have a selection of dummies and stuffed animals that also accompany me to bed and he’ll make sure I am sucking on a dum-dum and cuddling a furry friend before he turns out the light and leaves me to the Sandman. Even now, I like this routine as I feel it brings me and Daddy closer together… and I love my Daddy. **********

Computer Nerd Simon sat at his computer naked apart from his special thick diaper and clicked on the download button. As he waited his right hand automatically rubbed his cock through the soft padded material as he absentmindedly clicked the mouse over his email and began to read what had come in overnight. Thankfully, the usual load of spam offering pills and potions to make his cock bigger had already been siphoned off to the recycle bin and he was left with only real messages. Simon loved the way his bum, surrounded by the fluffy cushioning, wriggled in the seat. He may be friendless and alone but this, this unbelievable feeling had become his second most favourite thing in the world… after… well… that came once he’d worked himself up enjoying the silky softness and glossy pleasure his diaper gave. This certainly made up for the lack of any human connection in his life. He certainly didn’t need the offered cock enhancing pills… he was doing OK without them. Deleting almost mechanically he soon got through most of the garbage that made up his daily inbox and finally he was down to the last one. He had no idea who it was from but the opening line caught his interest; ‘You are invited to…’ No, not the usual invitation to help some Nigerian general launder several million dollar’s worth of unregulated income, or the offer to collect a share in a lottery that you didn’t even know you’d entered… no… it was an invite to take part in… an online orgy. Simon scratched his head wondering how-the-hell you can have an orgy via the internet. However, he was intrigued and clicked on the reply box. * There was an instant automated answer which read that his interest was noted, the organisers would be in touch and that he should make ‘preparations’ for something ‘quite extraordinary'. Also, a ‘Do not reply to this email’ note ran along the bottom of the screen with a timer counting down. He glanced at it and saw that in 2 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes and 21, 20, 19… seconds, something was going to happen. He didn’t know why but he suddenly realised he’d been rubbing his crotch quite vigorously since he opened the message. Despite the thick cushioning his cock was hard and leaking into the soft fabric. He was feeling pretty hot and stimulated… a shiver ran through his body as he suddenly realised. “Christ,” his body shook, “if this is how the message affects me…” He left the rest of this notion in his head as he sat back in his leather computer chair, eased down his diaper and took a firm hold of his warm slick dick. **tbc**