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  1. Klein woke up and ripped the headphones off his ears. To his disappointment, when he reached down to grab his diaper, he found it completely and utterly dry. “Come on!” he cried. In frustration, Klein banged his fists on the bed and tilted his head back in anguish. Another failed tape, another failed night, another dry diaper. Klein had been into diapers for as long as he could remember. He had started out small of course, sneaking depends from the grocery store and the usual stuff you hear about from people. He had then evolved into buying from sample stores and then from the larger companies like Tykables and Northshore. But as long as he could remember, he had one specific fantasy, one specific state of mind he wanted to be in. Klein dreamed of being a bedwetter. There was something delicious about completely losing control completely unable to control yourself and waking up with a soaked wet diaper, squishy and warm - the ultimate sign of regression. This is why, for the past several years, Klein had gone to every single hypnosis vendor he could think of to make his vision a reality. The journey was difficult of course. No one wants to admit to themselves that they want to return to bedwetting like a child. And many people offered hypnosis files. Klein had gotten used to the process by now. He’d receive the file on his alternate email address, download it to his phone and eagerly go to bed at night waiting for the magic to happen. Sometimes, a male's voice would remind him in soft tones that he needed diapers. In other recordings, it would be an aggressive woman telling him just to “relax” and “let go” because his diapers would protect him. But each time Klein would wake up dry. Utterly dry. Completely dry. Granted, Klein had tried drinking a ton of water before bed, so much water he’d feel it sloshing around inside his stomach every time he turned over in bed. He’d pull the diaper tapes tight and fall asleep on his back, his legs spread out slightly, willing himself to wet. But each time, he’d just wake up with pain in his abdomen a dry diaper, and an extremely hard erection. Klein had even tried taking a sleeping pill, willing himself to just sleep through the wetting at night. But this tactic only resulted in him falling deep into sleep and the next morning waking up in a dry diaper and a painfully full bladder. Klein would then proceed to flood that diaper when awake, which defeated the point. Anyone can pee when they wake up in the morning, Klein would think bitterly. Klein had bought books on the subject, reading them during breaks at work. The books were from people claiming they knew the secret to losing control overnight. Just loosen up your bladder during the day, train yourself to just use your diaper, the books all said after collecting his $9.99. But Klein wanted to be careful. Despite what many people said online, he had no interest in losing control during the day. Klein just wanted it at night. Klein wanted this his way. Besides, no one actually wanted to be incontinent. *** It had been a few months since Klein had dragged himself out of his dry bed again, disappointed that he had not wet the bed. And now, at CAPCon, the annual convention of those who liked to wear diapers and have fun in those diapers, he was browsing the vendor tables. The stuffy, medium-sized room had all sorts of vendors he had seen before. Clothing shops, furniture shops, and even writers who wrote mediocre ABDL fiction that told the same story repeatedly. After buying a pack of diapers from a vendor, a small table caught his attention. The table simply said Stella’s Sleepys. It caught his eye because not only was “sleepies” misspelled, but there was a kind, fit-looking woman sitting behind the table reading a book. Klein took a step closer and noticed she was wearing round glasses with dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. The woman, whose name was no doubt Stella (it wasn’t Sleepies… that’s for sure) was wearing a simple army green tank top and a pair of dark blue jeans. At a glance, Klein noticed the book she was reading was a book on philosophy. What was unusual was the table was completely empty, save for an envelope that just sat there bearing the number one. “What does Stella’s Sleepys sell?” Klein asked casually, approaching the table and doing his best to sound nonchalant. “This isn’t for you,” the woman said without looking up from her book. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “Move along.” Klein laughed a little bit. “Oh, come on, What’s in the envelope?” The woman laughed. “It’s not for you.” Stella turned the page in her book. Klein grabbed the envelope and the woman protested as he pulled it open. Inside was a piece of paper with a code on it. Klein made a mental note of the random URL right before Stella grabbed the envelope from him. But Klein shivered when he caught the words: Bedwetter Files. Klein’s heart skipped a beat. Bedwetter Files? “Is this a hypnosis file?” Klein demanded. Stella closed her book and placed the envelope into her book as a bookmark. “Yes, it is.” “Do you make them, is that was Stella’s Sleepy’s makes?” “Yes, but it’s probably best if you move on. You don’t look like the type of person who wants this.” Stella did Klein a once over with her eyes and pushed her book into her bag. “Hold on a second…” Klein held his hands up and gestured around to the convention around here. “Everyone here wants this.” Stella stood up and leaned over the table, and looked closely at Klein. “That’s presumptuous.” Stella then walked around the table and leaned on it while looking Klein in the eye. She spoke quietly as if they might be overheard at any second. “Every year, there’s one person at CAPCon who thinks they want what's on this tape, but the reality is they don’t.” “Hold on a second.” But Stella continued speaking in an even tone, bulldozing over Klein’s protest. “Different types of people too. Sometimes it’s guys and girls like you dressed in sweatpants and (Stella’s voice hovered over unapproving) t-shirts, other times, it’s the people in full onesies and thick diapers with pacifiers hanging around their necks. Each time they show up, tell me they want to lose complete control and before you know it before the weekend is over, they are begging me to help them get it back.” Stella blinked and studied Klein’s face. But Klein was insistent. “They clearly don’t know what they want.” Klein was breathless as he tried his best to remember the URL in his head. “Trust me, I want this.” Stella shook her head. “No, you don’t.” And with that, she picked up her bag, shoved her book inside and walked away. *** Klein closed his eyes for a second, thought deeply, and proceeded to type in the URL and code from the envelope into his web browser. He was rewarded with the proper website meaning his concentration had paid off. A warning popped up on his phone warning him that this hypnosis file was designed for people who wanted to lose complete control and that once losing that control, it would be difficult to regain it. There was more text that talked about how the creator bared no responsibility for what happens, blah, blah, blah. Klein had seen all of this before. Had Klein been honest with himself, he didn’t expect this hypnosis file to work. They never worked. But Stella’s performance earlier had him shaking with anticipation. Klein clicked to accept and noticed there were three levels of recordings on the screen. They seemed to be ranked from low to intense. The file marked intense had another warning next to it that claimed it was for “experienced users only.” Klein snorted. At this point, he had tried every file out there and knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to wake up the next morning with his diaper soaked and no memory of wetting. Klein wanted to have to use a booster every night in fear that he’d overflood his diaper and soak his bed. He wanted the erotic feeling of being unable to put his legs together as he lay helplessly on his back at night. Klein wanted to be a real bedwetter. For a moment, Klein bought into the idea that this could work for him. So Klein clicked the “experienced users only” file and downloaded the file to his phone. For some reason, the file was a little over a gigabyte large and came with another warning. Klein ignored the third warning of the week and climbed into bed. Right before pulling the covers over his head, he double-checked to make sure his diaper was on tight and that the leak guards were standing up and clicked play. Instantly, every center of his brain came alive. First, there was a dark low vibrating pulse that was nearly covered by soft angelic waves that crashed over the melody of the track. If the ocean had come alive and made music, this is what it would sound like. The pulse seemed to propel his body forward repeatedly, pushing his mind deeper and deeper into the track. While Klein knew he was falling asleep, he felt as if he were moving in real-time. Before Klein knew it, the waves crashed over him again, the soft electric tones urging him to relax and surrender to the waves. The waves were moving his body for him. But when his mind probed deeper into the musical tones, he heard the voice. The voice was soft as if it was speaking directly into his consciousness, his very being. It was as if the voice weren’t hers, it was coming from beneath his very heartbeat. Klein’s mind focused on the voice and willed itself to listen closely to the soft delicate flow that hovered directly beneath the ocean. The voice was speaking directly to the innermost part of his soul. “You need your diapers… you only feel safe in your diapers… you need to wet your diapers… your diapers are a part of who you are… Every night you wet your diapers uncontrollably…” Klein’s brain dove deeper into the voice followed the voice through the passageways and tunnels in his mind and willed himself to believe. Klein wanted to believe that this could work. He wanted to believe that he could become a bedwetter, and the voice told him he could. “You can’t control your bladder…” the voice said softly. “You need to mess your diapers during the day….” Wait a second… Klein’s mind stirred against the waves. I don’t want that. Hold on. But the voice and the waves pushed him forward, demanding he follow its lead. Klein fought for a moment, gasped, and woke up. *** Thanks to all of you who have provided support on Patreon. There are more stories there about people trapped in their diaper fantasies. Be sure to check them out. http://patreon.com/kyleshouse
  2. Victor was sitting at his desk after wrapping up another day of working from home and fondled the soft crinkly padding between his legs. His diaper was usually saturated at this point. 4:30 PM usually came with a few things, including filling out timesheets and one last wetting. He’d probably have to change out of this diaper now and then put his underwear back on before he leaked on the floor. There was that one meeting… but never mind. Before logging off for the night, Victor logged on to FetLife one last time to check out the scene. It was the usual bullshit that was to be expected. Extra needy people saying they wanted mommies, people who were promoting their OnlyFans, but pretending they weren’t. His favorite were the ultra empty profiles that claimed to want to build a relationship with someone, but then it was really just a ploy to get you to pay for intimacy. During the years of the Pandemic, it only got worse. Luckily, most people were back in their offices in some shape or form. Victor himself was working about three days a week in-house at this point. But today was different. He had a message in his inbox. Victor clicked on it, knowing it was going to be some guy who clearly didn’t read his profile asking him if they could “change his diapers.” Victor prepared to roll his eyes, but this time was different. The message said: MommyTime Hi there, I’ve been looking at your profile for the past few months and I love the pictures you post. The way you take care of your body but also want to be put into thick - or shall I say thicc diapers- is pretty cute. I don’t want to be forward, but I am new to the area. And I have been running a business called MommyTime in your local area and I’m testing a new service that more intimate and more realistic called MommyTimePlus. I need a few people to test it out on and I thought you might want to try it out. It’s free. LadyLegendx Victor did a double take. He’d heard of LadyLegendx and seen her around on the internet. She was one of those women you met in college, who were fun and flirty. She always had some boy or another bent over on the edge of her bed or some very ripped jock, on his knees, a thick diaper between his legs while he begged for mercy. There were other times where he’d see her being soft and motherly, caressing her boys face while he slept with a pacifier in his mouth and then giving a soft gentle kiss on his cheek. Victor was pretty sure she was the real deal. But he never had the courage to message her. And yet she had messaged him. This was too good to be true. But here they were. Victor messaged back and said he’d love to chat first if possible, you know just to make sure she was who she said she was. LadyLegendx agreed and they set a date to meet next week. *** Victor sat across from LadyLegendx and couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, in the flesh. Her hair, her face, her essence. She had walked into the room, her hair flung back, with boots on and coat billowing in the wind as if it were some sort of cape. She held her bag in her hand as if it were the only an accessory that didn’t have her wallet and phone and everything else that dictated her life inside. LadyLegendx looked like she wasn’t nervous at all, while Victor was pretty sure his palms were sweaty. “Victor.” She said extending her hand. “I’m Laura.” Victor grinned and they exchanged greetings. After a bit of small talk where they sipped coffee and spoke a bit about work, they started grinning more and more. “Sooo… tell me about MommyTimePlus?” It was more of a question than anything. Laura smiled. “It’s my newest creation.” She then went on to explain that most people in this community who wanted mommies fell into a few categories. The first were those who got their wives or husbands to be their caregivers. That was the gold standard. A person who understood you in and outside of the bedroom. The second were adult babies who paid mommies for their services. Usually by the hour, these services had a specific start and end time. And they tended to be costly. You’d have to make sure you were paying the right amount. Too little and you’d end up with a subpar session of glorified diaper changes and too much and you get no time to fully get the most out of the experience. “Right… so is MommyTimePlus something in the middle?” Victor asked. “It is. What I want to do is give you a light mommy treatment, where you feel loved and cared for. Your diaper changes will be done by a network of mommies, you’ll be loved by a network of Mommies. It’s how we keep the costs low.” Laura pulled out her iPad that had a few diagrams on it. Victor didn’t know what he was looking at completely, but he could tell that it looked like a profit sharing system. You’d sign up to be a mommy in the backend and then share the cash in your area. Laura took the iPad back before he could finish reading the entire screen. Probably better off that way, He wasn’t a business major. He had been in communications. “Look Victor, there are so many mommies who want a little to take care of, but don’t want to build a nursery in their house or want to have some creepy guy show up.” Laura smiled. “So we vet everyone and they pay via secure system. As central command, we distribute the money and when needed, handle disputes. We also vet all clients through our vetting service.” Victor nodded. “So where do I come in?” “We need a few people to help test out the system. Make sure it works. You’ll sign up for the service and experience it for 30 days. Every week we’ll check in and you’ll let us know what bugs there are. Hopefully we can go live in six months.” Victor nodded. “One more thing… I am not a little. I just like wearing diapers for fun. And a mommy to change me seems like a good idea. What if I don’t want to be full baby?” “We are not an ABDL specific company. I want to provide a service that cares for the men who need it most. You’ll get diapers and changes and coddling and all the love you want. You will just test all the levels of service for us and we’ll be good.” “All the levels?” Victor raised an eyebrow. “Light DL to full baby.” “But I don’t want full baby.” Victor replied. Laura nodded. “Right, I understand that. But if you test all the levels you’ll get the service for free.” Victor looked up. “Free?” “Yeah, our thank you for testing the service.” Victor agreed and said he’d be game. After handing over his identification and signing some paperwork, he downloaded the app MTP onto his iPhone and finished his coffee. It had gotten cold at this point because they’d spent the day chatting. They kept discussing life and a few other topics when they parted for the night. “Your subscription starts tomorrow.” Laura said smiling. “We… I… can’t thank you enough for your help with this.” Victor nodded. “Anytime.” *** Later that night, Victor thumbed through the app to set up his Mommy Time Plus profile. He had to take a photo of himself, his ID and add his credit card. Naturally, he wouldn’t be paying. After signing up, another pop up appeared asking him to select a level. The tiers were as followed: Level 1: The Girlfriend Experience Level 2: The Real Diaper Lover Level 3: Mommy Domme / Little Boy Level 4: The Full Baby Experience Victor chucked at these markers. They probably corosponded to different types of mommies in the network. He selected Level 1: The Girlfriend Experience. Welcome to Level One! it said. Victor clicked on the notification and a screen popped up that asked him to accept the terms and conditions before continuing. Groaning a little and recognizing that this was way too much to read this late at night, he clicked accept. The next screen asked him to allow location tracking. After agreeing, the next screen appeared with a crafty animation. Welcome to Level 1: The Girlfriend Experience. On the screen came up a video of a woman and a man talking. Victor turned up the volume and listened. Both characters on the screen seemed to be extremely happy. They welcomed him to Mommy Time Plus and said they were so glad he purchased Level 1. Victor thought this was pretty cool and the production was sleek and polished. He had to remember to tell this to Laura at the end of the week. The man on the screen explained that this level came with diaper changes in the morning and at night. Also if you wanted, some of the “mommies” would want to go on a few outings during the week, but that could be managed later. Because the mommies (and daddies) were excited to get started you needed to set a time for your mommy to arrive and she’d change your diaper at the same time every day. The woman warned that the mommies will come at that same time, so he’d better be wearing his diapers like a good boyfriend. She also said that he needed to set a time at night for his mommy to put him in diapers too. The man then grew serious, “Just like any fitness class, if you miss a diaper change, there will be consequences. Our mommies and daddies set aside their time to care for you, so when you make a commitment, commit to it. Your mommy will come find you if you don’t cancel 24 hours in advance. Failure to cancel results in a penalty and / or exclusion from the app.” Victor nodded making a mental note of the cancelation policy. This all made sense and seemed pretty well buttoned up. The new window gave him a few options to select from. How did he like his mommies, did he wear every night (of course I do, Victor pushed), did he use them for messes or just settings (Victor only wet, messing was gross). After agreeing again to the terms of the week, he set his first diaper change for 5:30 AM, when he usually woke up for the gym and then 5:30 PM when he usually got home and slipped on a diaper anyway. After feeling pretty good, he diapered up and went to bed. *** Like what you see here? Check out my Patreon where there are more stories. For just $10 you can read short stories like this and even longer ones. You can also check out more of the newest series: “Mommy Time Plus” https://www.patreon.com/kyleshouse
  3. Robert had been supporting one of his favorite cam girls for a few years now. He loved watching camming shows because every week Kayla would spin the wheel. Everyone on the chat would get a chance to have her act out some of their darkest fantasies. The wheel had some items on there that were fun, like "full diaper" or "thirty seconds of baby talk." One time the wheel landed on "Baby Food Challenge," and Kayla had to eat baby food for dinner. Robert thought it was hilarious to watch her sitting in the high chair with peas, beans, and banana jars around her as she tried to make that her dinner for the night. Kayla's cam shows had made quarantine a bit more bearable. His favorite part of Kayla's shows is when she'd look directly at the camera and tell the people on the stream what she'd do to them if they were in the room with her. She'd say how she'd make them mess their diapers or lock them in chastity cages and throw away the key. It was all talk of course, talk that made him harder than a rock. But there's no way he actually would want that in real life. But something about her deep, dark-brown intelligent eyes and her low smooth voice saying, "This will be the last time you cum…" just made him cum instantly. And she could get dirty. It was embarrassing. It was hot. It made him shiver with delight. So you can imagine Robert's excitement when most of the United States had been vaccinated and offered a new prize on the wheel. Most of the wheel's spaces were equal, but this one was so small, there was no way anyone would ever land on that space. It said, "Face to Face." Robert had just gotten his bonus and decided he could afford ten spins of the wheel. After a few spins, he hit the jackpot. "Congratulations Robert," Kayla said, grinning at the camera. "You hit the jackpot. I'll be messaging you with your prize." Robert grinned and shut his laptop for the night. He was pretty excited to figure out what "Face to Face" was. The next day he checked his email and saw a note from Kayla that had the details of "Face to Face." It turned out; it was an actual face-to-face playdate with Kayla. Kayla lived in a nearby city that only meant a few hours of driving. Kayla did have specific instructions. However, she'd be supplying the diapers and they'd only be able to spend an hour together. That was fine with Robert; he'd finally be able to meet someone he felt like he knew more than most people in the world. His diapered queen. His diaper princess. Kayla. In real life Kayla was just like she was on camera, except she was a little taller. But her voice was so sweet, coursing through her veins at each word. His member twinged slightly with anticipation of the playdate. She told him to come into the back bedroom, where there was a changing table, a crib and a few more supplies. After reassuring him that none of the furniture was made by Cozy Fox Furniture (he'd heard those were death traps disguised as Age Play furniture), Robert climbed on up and Kayla took off his pants and then underwear. Robert's cheeks flushed slightly as Kayla giggled at his cock which had sprung to attention. She seemed to have a firm, but gentle touch with him. Kayla sprinkled powder on him, making sure to rub it in all the right places and soon the plastic diaper and all its coziness was wrapped around him and they went to a nearby restaurant to grab some lunch. Robert couldn't help but feel pure happiness as Kayla and he ate together. He had been lonely for the past year as everyone toiled in quarantine and now he was with a new ABDL friend he'd met on a cam site of all places. On the way home, Kayla explained that she doesn't usually meet up with guys she cammed with. But she had been feeling lonely and knew he'd be a good person to meet. She too had felt lonely over these past few months and wanted to thank him for spending time with her. Robert was expecting a card or maybe an extra hour of cam tokens. Instead, she led him to the crib she had in her nursery. Moving aside the ring light, she had him lay down. She removed his shirt and draped it over a nearby chair. Then she pulled off his pants leaving only his diaper and socks on. Kayla told him to lay on his stomach and she climbed on top of him. She patted the back of his diaper, paying close attention in between his legs. "You're such a good baby aren't you?" Kayla said, her deep voice flooding her very core. She squeezed the front of his diaper sending shivers down Robert's spine. "Tell me how much of a good baby you are." "I'm a good baby." Robert said quietly. "Louder." "I'm a good baby." "Very good." Robert felt a soft cuff on his legs as Kayla chained him to the crib. He got very excited. She climbed behind him and straddled him as Robert squirmed and moaned slightly. Then grabbing the bottle of baby oil, she poured some down the front of Robert's diaper and then reached inside and started stroking his cock. Her soft hands gripped his penis, stroking and teasing him to the edge of greatness. Then she started her dirty talk. "You know baby, we only have a few minutes left together." Robert moaned. "Are you going to mess your diaper for mommy?" A jolt went up Robert's spine. She was doing the thing. The dirty talk. But in real life. He grew harder than a rock. "Are you going to mess your diaper every day for mommy?" Kayla asked again, her voice striking at the core of Robert's heart. "Yes." "Try and use complete sentences baby." "I will mess my diaper for mommy." "Every day?" Robert was stuck in the moment. "Yes mommy." She kept stroking. Robert felt her strong thighs wrapped around his crinkly diaper as she pulled him close into her demanding embrace. "You need diapers, don't you baby?" Kaya crooned. "Yes, I need diapers." Robert moaned. "Like a baby." "Like a baby." "You need diapers like a baby…" "I need diapers like a baby." "And you'll eat baby food at every meal?" Robert repeated everything she said. He was drunk off her power. He was so close. "And you'll wear diapers 24/7, to the mall, to work, to the pool, to the beach…" Robert moaned. He was going to cum. "If you cum, everything you said is going to happen." She said into his ear. "You'll be my baby forever." Robert squirmed as he began to feel the orgasm approaching. "Open your eyes baby. I want them to see you when you cum." Wait what? Robert's eyes shot open. He had to blink a few times, Kayla had moved the ring light after all. But he saw the camera in front of them, the green light was on, recording the whole thing. "When you cum, you're going to be in diapers 24/7. You're going to need them." Kayla giggled as panic filled Robert's heart. Then the orgasm was like a wave crashing over his body. He spasmed, he jerked, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Kayla didn't stop stroking; she kept going as his legs shook and spasmed. The sensitive head of his penis slipped between her fingers as she giggled and softly kissed him on the cheek and whispered, you're mine. Robert collapsed back onto her chest as Kayla stood up, giggling and closed the laptop. The euphoria of what just happened was still filling his body as Kayla came back to the crib. "Did you have fun baby?" she asked. Robert nodded as he felt her holding his hand, then a tightening. "Wait, what are you doing?" Robert asked, trying to sit up. "Locking you in for the night." Kayla said, "You have a long stay here." Kayla stood up and raised the side of the crib. "Wait, what?" Robert struggled for a moment. The straps wouldn't budge. "Looks like you made me $7,000 tonight." Kayla was looking at her phone. "You didn't actually have that on did you???" Robert asked, shocked, the fear welling up. "That wasn't just to build up the fantasy?" "No baby." Kayla said, laughing. "They all liked you." Robert's blood ran cold. "Let me up, now." Kayla shook her head. "You told me you wanted to be a baby and I told you if you cummed into your diapers you'd have to do what you said." "THAT WAS ALL PART OF THE…" "There was no scene." Kayla laughed. "You really don't get it do you?" She stopped at the door, with a serious look on her face. "I didn't invite you here to play Robert. No, baby. Not at all. You're here to become one of my babies. One of my cute adorable drooling babies. I have three so far and you'll meet them later once you learn your place. By the end of the week you'll be fitted with your chastity cage and you'll finish your first week on an all baby food diet. I can't wait to get you on the numbing cream so you won't be able to feel your hands again so you can't pick anything up. Starting tomorrow, you'll be eating a high fiber diet so you'll be making messies in your diapers twice a day and you'll be drinking lots of bottles so your diapers will always be wet. "Oh Robert, you thought I'd invite just anyone to my nursery. You're going to be my drooling, messy baby by the end of this month and you'll never have to be lonely again." Kayla turned off the light and shut the door. All Robert could hear was the crinkling of his diaper as he struggled to get free.
  4. Jared spent most of his time at the gym training for a fitness competition and after a while had grown extremely popular in gym circles. Every time Jared would walk in the gym, everyone would turn and look. Women would give him serious looks as he’d strut to the weights and perform his morning rituals. But of course he was taken. Never far behind him was his training partner. She’d walk in a few minutes after he did and do her own thing. But if you looked closely, she’d always go and check on him, giving his bicep a light squeeze or slightly grazing her hand on his butt. She’d remind him (and the ladies or men) who were ogling that they were a pair. They were the ultimate couple, equally strong, both gods in their own right. But when he’d return home around 6PM she’d pull out a blender bottle and ask if Jared wanted to keep his muscles. The conversation was always the same. He’d have to say yes. Because the last time he said no, she reminded him what the consequences were. His muscles vanished. His waistline grew, his chiseled features vanished and his hair grew thin and wispy. He became weak and unattractive. His voice became weak. He looked like a shell of the man who was at the gym just that morning. She’d push him out the door and say, “Good luck.” She wasn’t cruel, she’d let him back in if he said the magic words. Jared could decide if he wanted to really live life as an average person. Live life as someone unremarkable. Someone who didn’t turn heads. Within an hour Jared would come back and beg. “Please let me back in.” She’d tell him to say the words. “Please.” He’d beg. “Put me back in diapers.” And so she’d bring him back inside, undo her top and place the nipple of her breast in his mouth. He’d suck gently and with each sip, his muscles would return. The chiseled confident man all the ladies at the gym knew would return. Next she’d have him crawl to the shelf and pull a plain white diaper out. Lying on the floor, she’d sprinkle powder on his balls, lotion him up and wrap the soft caressing plastic around him. But this time before she pulled up the diaper, she pulled out three suppositories and inserted them inside of him. “Someone needs to be punished for rebelling.” she’d say matter of factly. “You came to me all those years ago a weakling. A pathetic man, and I gave you self confidence. I gave you power. So I’m going to remind you, no matter how strong you get, you’re still pathetic.” Jared held still as she placed a few stuffers inside the diaper and tape it shut. “And this time, it’s diapers all the time. Not just at home. Seems like you need a reminder of your place.” Jared started to whimper. “Please no… can we go back to the way it was before?” “You’re the one who decided to act out. Each time it’ll get worse.” She patted the front of his diaper one more time. “Now it’s time for bed.” So there he’d lie, in the nursery, special made for him. The shelves were adorned with colorful diapers, soft music playing. Containers of protein powder were on the shelves, weights in the corner next to plush toys and bottles. And there was Jared, in the oversized light pink crib, on his back, preparing to mess his diaper for the second time that night. Each time he’d rebel, she’d make sure he spent the night in a messy diaper, to remind him that he was hers. She’d up the stakes. He’d now be wearing his thick crinkly diapers to the gym because he rebelled. She looked down at him smiling. “You’re so cute in diapers.” She gave him another squish and said darkly. “Next time I’m taking your bladder control. So unless you want to start wearing diapers to the gym, I’d try to be good from now on.” Jared let a few tears escape. His vanity trapped him in this plastic prison of his own creation. He couldn’t leave when he wanted. He was trapped. He had made this deal. She’d give him muscles. She’d make him a god and in return he’d be her baby at home, where no one could see them. That deal could last as long as he accepted his place. He wanted to be a god in real life, he’d be a baby when he was with her.
  5. My boyfriend looked at me, pleading with his eyes and then with his voice. “Please baby, this is too much. I can’t keep living like this. I’m a man.” But I just smiled and turned off the Hataichi Magic Wand. “I guess you won’t be cumming today. Maybe tomorrow when you learn how to act like a real baby.” I dragged out the word baby as long as possible while adding as much sugary sweetness to my voice as possible. This wasn’t me being cruel, he had begged me for this after all. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was in bed with him, putting him in one of his white diapers with the little bunnies on it. The diaper was so thick, so crinkly. And in my mind it was so annoying. I suspected he loved them more than me. But I loved him so I said we could play. Diapers were odd but as long as it was foreplay we could make it work. I rubbed my hand on the white patterned diaper that trapped his cock and balls inside. He moaned as I continued rubbing. My ears perked up. That noise is something I hadn’t heard in a while. It was music to my ears. “Are you close to cumming baby?” I taunted softly. I leaned forward, my breasts rubbing against his chest as he closed his eyes to feel the sensation. “Yes…” he gasped slightly. His eyes were closed in contentment. I reached for the tapes to open his diaper up so he couldn finish like a man. I was going to ride him until he had an epic orgasm that would leave him gasping for air. I wanted his cum to explode inside of me. I wanted to ride him and feel him grow inside of me. But this time, he said quietly. “Don’t.” He didn’t want me to remove the diaper. He insisted I keep it on. He insisted it felt good when he splashed his cum into his thirsty diaper. Instead of cumming inside of me, he preferred this infantile act of making stickies. So I let him have his wish. I let him cum into his diaper. His entire body tensed up and then he relaxed. I smiled as he curled up next to me, his cheek resting on my chest as we basked in the post orgasm glow. “Baby like cumming in his diapers huh?” He nodded quietly. “Wanna cum like that more often?” He nodded. “What if that was the only way you could cum?” He didn’t respond. But something about it made me tingle inside. If he wanted to waste his precious cum like that, he’d learn to regret it. The next time we were together, I asked him again. But this time was different. I was edging him. It had been over an hour. I brought him close to climaxing over and over, only to pull him back down and let him cool off. I told him if this was too much for him, I could stop. He could go back into his diapers, the ones he loved so much. But he wasn’t going to cum. “Please let me cum baby, please?” And then I saw it. His eyes had grown dark and needy. Something had broken inside of him. He was mine. So I asked him again. “What if this was the only way you could cum?” He needed it at this point. More than water. “Yes!” He gasped as I dragged my fingers softly over the head of his penis again. “Just let me cum.” “Where do you want to cum?” I teased as I nibbled on the sensitive head of his penis, flicking my soft tongue back and forth. I was so greedy for the glistening pre-cum that was leaking from his cock. “In my diapers?” Poor boy looked like he was going to cry. I was pushing him to his limit. “And only in your diapers?” I asked. “Yes,” he was shaking now. “Only in my diapers from now on. Please babe. I only want to cum in my diapers from now on. Please.” I love it when he begs. I pulled the diaper between his legs, taking great care to try and touch his cock as little as possible. Poor guy was going to become a premmie if we weren’t careful. Barely whipping it out before jizzing just inches before my sweet, sweet pussy. But his fate was going to be much worse. I taped him up and then grabbed the magic wand and gave him a mind blowing orgasm. His body spasmed as he moaned louder than I had ever heard before. I heard the crinkles of the diaper as his feet kicked, flexing the leak guards. As he came the plastic on the diaper stretched to its limit. In the post cum glow, I stroked his hair and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Good boy.” I said. But he’d told me what he wanted. He had told me what he needed. He wanted this. He needed this. The next time we had sex he was pounding me from behind when I told him to get off me and rolled him on his back and put him in thick pink diapers. He complained, but I reminded him that he told me this is what he wanted. I told him to hump me from behind because he wanted to only cum in diapers from now on. He had said it. He had wanted it. I pushed my ass into his diapered crotch as he thrust over and over seeking relief. We had sex again the next day, and right when he was ready to cum I just stood up and tossed him a diaper. I told him he had to put it on after all if he was going to cum. I told him if he wanted he could touch me while he humped the mattress. Or if he wanted to cum like a girl, he could use the wand. He was shocked. I think he didn’t realize how long this was going to last. But in the post orgasm glow I patted the front of his now cum filled diaper and reminded him that he was my strong little man. And I spooned him from behind and coaxed him to sleep. One day I caught him masturbating in my bathroom. He was hiding from me trying to rub one out like the naughty boy he was. That night after binding him to the bed for what he thought was gonna be kinky sex, I put ice on his penis and shrank it down to a pathetic size. A week in chastity solved his naughty masturbation habit. It didn’t cross me again. I controlled his orgasms. I controlled when he was going to cum. He started to get cranky after two weeks of that. “Come on babe,” he started whining. “Can we have normal sex?” I just smiled and said that he’s the one who told me this is what he wanted. And I couldn’t possibly be a good girlfriend unless I gave him what he needed. Right? He threw a temper tantrum that night, so I didn’t let him cum. I just put him in his nighttime diaper and went to bed. I had invested in locking plastic pants. He wasn’t taking them off until I unlocked him anyway. Soon he figured it out. If he hoped for any relief, he’d be a good boy and cum in his diapers. Six months of this he started automatically getting the diapers out at night. My good little boy was trained at this point. He’d lay in the bed, wait for me to diaper him and then get permission to hump my leg or the pillows. I’d giggle watching him crinkle back and forth until he shuddered to his pathetic completion. His round bottom looked gorgeous in those diapers. So infantile, juxtaposed with his strong muscles and deep voice. He was my baby boy, seeking relief. But one day I told him, “We can have sex like adults do. No diapers tonight.” He grinned and I saw the Alpha come back into his eyes. That night he pulled me close and then flipped me over, his masculine shoulders, large hands fondling my breasts as he prepared to mount his prize. I looked at him dead in the eyes and told him I wanted him to grow inside of me. I wanted his cum inside of me. I wanted him to have me. From behind me I heard his breath quicken as he got ready to ravage me. But nothing happened. He was quiet. And I smiled. “What’s wrong?” I asked innocently. “Give me a sec,” he mumbled. But the seconds turned to minutes. And I just lay there waiting for him to take me like the man that he said he was. I heard him fumbling around. I heard him curse. But he didn’t know what I knew. He couldn’t get hard right now even if I offered him the world. He wasn’t going to get hard unless he felt the soft embrace of a diaper around his penis. He wasn’t going to cum unless he felt the crinkly plastic between his legs. He wasn’t going to cum like a man ever again. He’d cum like the little baby he was. “Do you need a diaper baby?” I asked him spinning around and seeing the shock in his eyes. He denied it. He just needed a moment. Nerves he claimed. Stressful day at work. He was tired. Sure baby, bring on the excuses. You’ll learn soon enough. But the days turned to weeks and I knew my boy hadn’t cummed yet. I heard him sobbing in the bathroom as he tried to masturbate. Unable to even get the tiniest of erections. Those days I stood outside the door listening to him and when he exited I’d be calmly sitting at the table with concern in my eyes asking him if he “needed help with something.” Finally one night, we were in bed when he pulled out the diaper. He asked me if he could wear it during sex tonight. “You don’t want to try sex like a man?” My deep brown eyes bore into his soul. I needed to hear it. “I just…” he looked everywhere but at me. “Baby,” I smiled. “Look at me.” “I just want the diapers.” “So you want the diapers?” “Yes.” “You want to cum in the diapers like a baby?” He was quiet. But nodded. “Baby, say it.” I pushed his chin up so he was looking directly at me. “I want to cum in my diapers like a baby.” So I had him lay on his back. I pulled out baby powder to his surprise and sprinkled his privates with it. Next, I opened up the thick diaper, had him lay on top of it as I raised the plastic between his legs. I took my time taping it up. I checked the fit, making sure I made it rustle loudly. I kept making his diaper crinkle. I felt his penis grow inside the plastic prison which caused me to smile. “Okay baby, you can hump the pillows now. Be a good boy and do it quickly. I have work in the morning.” I stroked his back, patted his diaper butt and gave him encouragement as he rocked back and forth. I reminded him how much of a good little boy he was. I took my hands and reached underneath him fondling the plastic above his member. He shuddered and collapsed into the bed, exhausted, tired and spent. But the moan he let out was worth it. I pulled him close so he was to little spoon and kissed the back of his neck. “Good baby” I said. Then I told him. I was leaving him. I didn’t want a baby who could only cum like a baby. I wanted a man. I needed a man, like he needed his crinkly baby diapers. He protested. He begged. But each time I just pointed to his diaper and told him that’s all the evidence I needed. Enjoy cuming like a baby from now on. Find someone who’ll want to change your diapers. He was trapped. And the beautiful thing, I couldn’t wait to turn the next man I met into my little pathetic diaper baby. Because that’s all men are anyway. Good little diaper boys, just waiting to come out. Good boy. *** Like what you see here? Check out my Patreon where there are more stories. For just $10 you can read short stories like this and even longer ones. You can also check out the newest series: “Mommy Time Plus”https://www.patreon.com/kyleshouse
  6. Ricky lay on his back as his girlfriend prepared all of the materials. This was the jackpot in his mind. He had told his girlfriend about ABDL and at first she has squinted her eyes and gotten really quiet. “What?” she has asked, shrinking back on the couch. “ABDL?” Ricky explained the best he could, stumbling over his words in the process. This was supposed to be an easy task but for some reason, that fucking podcast by that “mommy” in California made it sound way too easy. But she accepted him and the fun started. After all, she was in love with him. They’d do anything for each other. Which is why he was now on the floor as her girlfriend prepared the changing supplies. She powered his bottom, dusting him througally. This came only after she’d given an extreme helping of baby oil making sure to get all of his parts down there. Next she brought up the diaper, crisp and white, between his legs and taped him shut. Ricky loved hearing the crinkle of the plastic as it closed over his tummy. But what he liked the most was when his girlfriend patted him on the front of his diaper after a successful diapering. “Are you ready?” his girlfriend asked as she backed up just a little bit. Ricky nodded. Ally then took a pacifier and put it in her mouth. Then leaned over and grabbed her cellphone, snapping photos of his diaper. “Put your hand on the front.” she insisted on directing him. He complied. “Lie flat.” she demanded, that menacing twinkle in her voice. Ricky complied. You see, she had gotten really into his fetish, because the domineering personality inside of her could finally come out. Once he had told her about the fetish, she was more than happy to comply once she learned she could publicly humiliate her boyfriend without actually ruining his career. They’d take photos every time his diaper was changed and then post them online. Oh how she love the comments that flooded in. Of course, his face was never in the photos, just hits of it. They were professionals after all. As the day went on Ricky would go about his business, meal prepping for the week, doing a few household chores and watching rugby on television. By the middle of the day, his diaper was fuly saturated. Ricky liked it when it got to this point. He’d open and close his legs, rest his hands on his diaper and start making eyes at his girlfriend. “Ally?” he asked tentatively to his girlfriend who was engrossed with the match on television. She looked over, keeping one eye on the television. He gestured to his diaper. “I was going to go change.” She grinned. “Hold on.” Ally ran and grabbed her camera. “This is adorable.” Indeed. In his rugby jersey and extremely thick diaper, he looked ridiculous. Ally placed the pacifier back in his mouth and insisted on taking several photos. After she went to the computer and uploaded them. “Baby pretending to be a man watching Rugby.” she captioned one of them. After checking to make sure his face wasn’t visible (that hat was obscuring it) she clicked upload and went about her day. “Oh wait.” Ally giggled. “Boy needs a change.” So Ricky got a change. She laid him on his back, squishing his diaper with her hand and giving him a raging boner. To make matters even better for him, the game was on in the background making him feel absolutely hopeless. Imagine having sports playing while your girlfriend puts you in a diaper. She rubbed lotion on his dick and slowly began bringing him to the edge. He moaned slightly as she laughed a bit. She stopped and then diapered him up, patted his butt and sent him on his way. *** The next day while sitting on the couch trying to reach a deadline for work, Ally noticed a notification on the phone. That morning she had cleared all the notifications. She had after all been very anal about notifications over the course of her life. Ally hated seeing those little red numbers pop up on her phone. After reaching a good stopping point, she clicked the notification. Then gasped. The notification, staring her in the face said: “Tell Ricky if he wants his secret to stay safe, he should call me.” The ice ran through her veins. But this was probably a bluff. Ricky was a common name after all, she reasoned. She’d ignore him. But she needed to tell Ricky. Ally texted him and then continued her work soon forgetting about the daunting revelation. But over dinner, Ricky looked down at his phone, which had been sitting on his lap. At this moment he wasn’t diapered, having lost the urge after the scare earlier in the day. His face went white. An unknown number had messaged him as well. It had his first and last name and a photo of him that looked pretty recent along with one of the baby photos with his face in it. “Don’t ignore me baby.” it said. Ricky dropped his fork. Generally a strong guy, with envious pecs, he looked as white as a ghost. He was rattled. “How did this person get a photo of my face?” Ricky flipped the phone over and showed it to Ally, who in turn, grabbed the phone. Sure enough, there it was, as clear as day. Ricky’s face was in this photo. But she had cropped it out. There was no way his face could have been in the photo. Grabbing her computer, Ally confirmed it. His face wasn’t in the photo. But sure enough as clear as day, in this new photo it was there. “Ally.” Ricky said dryly. “They said we have 10 mins to call them. Or the photo gets posted.” “Stay calm.” Ally said, her voice shaking. “Just call them up and say there’s some mistake. Say you don’t know who they are. Ricky nodded and texted back. Almost instantly, another text came through. “I said to call. But you do you. I know who you and Ally are. And have the photos of you.” Ally was now leaning over Ricky’s shoulder, watching this unfold. Picture after picture flooded in, each with a name of one of Ricky’s closest friends. Then finally, “Unless you want everyone to know about your perverted desire to be a baby, then you’ll meet me this Friday.” Then, “I’ll send a location.” Ricky looked up at his girlfriend. “Do we need to call the police?” “No,” Ally said. “We’ll talk to them and reason with them. No need to get ahead of ourselves.” So they waited and Ricky stopped wearing his diapers. It was like every time he saw them he felt sick. But the day of the meeting, ten minutes before they were supposed to leave another text came in. This time to Ally’s phone. “Make sure baby is wearing his diaper and shorts.” It read. Then another photo came in of Ricky with a pacifier in his mouth. “And has his pacifier in his mouth.” “Fuck no.” Ricky said throwing his hand up in the air. “I’m not doing that.” Ally patted Ricky on the shoulder. “In twenty minutes, this will all be over.” Ricky was not happy when Ally pulled out the diaper and laid it on the floor. This time the plastic crinkling felt humiliating. Just being on his back felt humiliating. Ricky closed his eyes as Ally quickly powered him and pulled up what felt like a plastic prison at this point. The tapes felt… like a prison sentence. Ricky pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. “Baby?” Ally said unintentionally, “You forgot this.” In her hand she held out the pacifier. Ricky sulked and grabbed it from her. *** They were silent as they pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center. “Babe, it’ll be over soon.” Ally said getting out of the car. “Let’s just get this over with.” Ricky nodded and pulled on his facemask, the pacifier underneath. The only good side of quarantine was that everyone was wearing masks, so they could hide this for now. After ordering coffee, they sat on the patio outside, as close to the edge of the street as possible, where they wouldn’t be seen. Ricky sat absentmindedly sucking the pacifier as he refused to drink his coffee. He didn’t want to keep pulling the pacifier on and off or be seen. This mysterious person was late. And it was awfully annoying. Both Ally and Ricky were prompt people. Ricky spoke up: “We sfold juff leave.” he mumbled out. “Wait, look.” Ally pointed to a couple walking towards them who got closer and closer and closer. Then they came and sat down. Ricky sat up straighter and adopted a stern look on his face from behind his mask. “Ally.” The man said, extending his hand. He was a man who looked larger than life. He was tall, muscular and incredibly attractive. The dark haired woman next to him was pretty tall herself and looked like she spent time in the world of fitness herself. The stunning thing was, they just ignored Ricky entirely. Insead focused all their attention on Ally. Ally for her credit just folded her arms and looked across the table. “If that’s the way it’s going to be.” The man sighed withdrawing his hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and set it on the table. “What do you want?” Ally demanded clutching Ricky’s hand under the table now. “That’s the right question to ask.” the woman responded smiling slightly, not removing her eyes from Ricky. “To be frank, we’ve been looking for a baby.” The man, who later identified himself as Terri motioned towards the woman. “My wife and I enjoy taking care of adult babies, but recently we’ve hit a few dead ends. There are not enough of them in the area.” Ricky wanted to butt in, but felt foolish with the pacifier in his mouth. Besides, he’d only prove their point. But Ally was on it. “He’s not an adult baby though.” “These photos seem to tell a different story.” Terri pulled the photos from the envelope and slid them across the table. Sure enough, there was Ricky, clad in thick diapers with babish shirts and rompers. Ally felt a twinge of guilt, it was she who had insisted, seeing they got more engagement on social media that way. She also thought he looked adorable. But today she just felt disgusted with herself. “I think the deal is simple,” The woman said gently, still staring at Ricky. Her eyes never left him. She seemed obsessed with him, as if he were the cure to some illness… like COVID. “We want a baby… you have one.” “But he’s a DL right?” Ally said, trying to move forward. “He doesn’t like being a baby.” “Pull off your facemask.” Terri demanded, cutting into Ally. Ricky froze, then shook his head. “You’re not in a position to argue sweetie.” The woman’s sickly sweet voice felt like ice on the back of Ricky’s neck. Ricky pulled down the mask to show the pacifier that he had been sucking on. His eye, panicked, looked around to see if anyone had noticed. But the world seemed blissfully unaware. “See baby, he is a baby.” The woman smiled slightly and reached across the table and booped the front of the pacifier causing Ricky to flinch and the ring to rattle. Ricky went to put the mask back on, but the woman held up a finger. “Keep it off.” Ricky wanted to cry. He was embarrassed. His diaper felt like a prison. The softness of the inside, once a source of comfort, made him feel foolish. He wanted to go home. And he had to pee. He wish his girlfriend had never convinced him to start taking photos. But what choice did he have. She was having fun. Ally was enjoying it. This was supposed to be the dream. But it was actually a nightmare. Or reality. 2020 was turning out to be a wash. Ricky refocused his attention as he tried to close his legs for a bit, noticing that he had to pee. But he was focusing on Terri who had just indicated that money would be involved. “How much?” Ally asked. She seemed shocked. “$8,000 for a month. All we are asking for is one month.” Ricky almost dropped the pacifier from his mouth. But tried to look cool and calm. No matter how much they offered, he wasn’t going to take it. In fact he was considering throwing all his diapers away. “For $2,000 a week we get full access to our baby.” the woman said looking directly at Ricky still. If she had fangs, she’d be ready to pounce. “We control his schedule, we get to decide when he eats and sleeps… when he gets a change.” She paused when Ricky was shaking his head. “Or we can just let these photos out and not pay you.” Ally had been silent for too long. She couldn’t possibly be considering it. Ricky had enough and pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. “No. It’s not happening.” But then Terri said the name of his boss. “I’m sure he’d love to get these photos. I wonder what PR disaster would happen if he found out you’re crawling on the floor like an infant. Besides,” he continued as if it were the most comforting thing in the world, “After thirty days you’ll be free to go. The photos will be deleted and we can move on. ” Ally spoke up. “Fine. But I want the month upfront.” “Excuse me?” Ricky asked. The woman put her fingers to her lips. “Baby, be quiet. The adults are talking.” But Ally continued. She was thinking hard. Thirty days was not bad if it meant she could be free of Terri and his girlfriend. She was worried this could end bad if she didn’t take the deal. Besides, $8,000 was a lot of money. But Ricky was livid. There is now way he was going to agree to this. But the pacifier in his mouth was sapping all the confidence from him. So Ally shook hands with Terri and the woman. The woman looked at Ricky as Terri handed over over some money. Ally had agreed to 50% upfront and a contract that said he’d hand over the photos after thirty days… and an essential NDA. After the pleasantries were exchanged, the woman looked at Ricky greedily. “You become our baby starting tomorrow.” Ricky quickly pulled the mask up and looked away. He felt betrayed by Ally. But deep down… he knew Ally had a plan. It’s why they were so compatible. But that night as he lay awake in bed, he couldn’t shake those greedy eyes of the woman who never said her name at the cafe. He felt small. He felt like a baby. *** Thanks to all the awesome people who have supported me on Patreon. I have more stories there about people trapped in their diaper fantasies. When you subscribe you’ll get the latest stories including the epic conclusion of "The Woman with the Green Eyes."
  7. Edward didn't hate going to the doctors, but he didn't enjoy it either. For starters, he was never sick. Ed was always healthy. As someone who ran five miles a day and kept up a pretty rigorous lifting routine, he was the type of person that would be on the front of the brochure that said "5 Steps to a Healthier You." Today was a regular check-up. When checking in, the receptionist at the front had him sign his name then handed him a water bottle. "You're going to have to take a urine test, so make sure you drink this." Robert nodded, accepting the bottle and casually chugging it while his insurance card was scanned and logged. After the receptionist mentioned the doctor was behind a little bit, Robert settled in for the long haul. The doctor's office only had two people in the waiting room, something about COVID restrictions, and to make matters worse, it appeared like the office was bustling that day. The receptionist kept picking up the phone and putting it back down, over and over. The words, "Dr. Vickers office, can you please hold," was starting to get awfully dizzying after a bit. After about 45 minutes, Ed decided to head back to the reception desk and see what the hold up was. "You're actually next," She responded, glancing at her computer. She handed him another bottle of water. "I am so sorry you have to wait. But there are a ton of COVID cases spiking and as you can imagine…" "Yeah." Ed thanked her for the water bottle and went back to his seat. He swished some water around in his mouth and swallowed. He hated the pee tests at the doctor. Surely he couldn't be the only one who had a hard time peeing on command. It's like you're peeing with someone watching. Who can do that? "Ed?" The nurse practitioner, Kristen, poked her head into the reception area. Ed stood up and walked behind her to the back area where the offices were. Doctor's offices always smelled like band-aids and latex gloves. It was like someone sprayed "latex fresh" all over the place. Tongue depressors that tasted like sterile wood and giant cotton balls were customary stables sitting on the hygienic countertops. The hint of hand sanitizer smashed into his nose at every turn. The nurse practitioner was probably the best part of visiting Dr. Vicker. Ed always noticed her full breasts that peaked ever so slightly from under her scrubs that were slightly low cut. He could never quite tell, but he was pretty sure she had an ass to match, but her lab coat always blocked that view. Ed was pretty sure everyone in the waiting room could agree with that sentiment… even some of the women. But the nurse practitioner was simply gorgeous, and she was pretty much a doctor, which meant she was smarter than he was too. After stepping onto the scale and answering a few initial questions, Kristen let him know that she'd be back in a moment with a cup for him to pee in - cause he was probably ready to go at this point. Snapping out of his trance, Ed nodded. He did have that telltale twinge in his bladder and had to go. "I'll go get the cup, and the doctor will be in in just a moment," Kristen said before leaving the room. But she didn't return. In fact, Ed just sat there squirming in his jeans and tee-shirt, wondering where she'd gotten off to. Ed stood up, felt the twinge in his bladder, and peaked into the hallway. He heard a lot of noise coming from the office down the hall. Judging by the commotion, the doctors seemed preoccupied at the moment. And yet Ed still had to pee. He looked around and noticed the bathroom was out of order. Worried he'd miss the return of Kristen and the cup, Ed limped his way back to the office. Ed decided he was going to stand instead and try and focus on his breathing. That seemed to be the right thing to do right now before he just peed all over the floor. But that walking turned into pacing and the pacing turned into jumping up and down. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Kirsten returned. "I am so sorry," she said. "We had a patient on telehealth who we needed to admit to the hospital. She was so reluctant to go because… well... you know, the virus. But hospitals are perfectly safe. They test everyone that comes in, the doctors are tested…" Kirsten kept talking while Ed danced back and forth. Finally, Ed couldn't take it anymore. "Nurse Kirsten. I'm sorry, but I really have to pee. Can I get that cup, please?" "Omg, of course!" Kirsten sounded shocked. "I am sorry." She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a cup. But before she could hand it to Ed, Dr. Vicker walked in. The man was 6' 4 on a bad day and looked like he could bench press anything that was in his way. As one of the top general practitioners in the area, wherever he went, he turned heads. "Edward." His loud booming voice echoed in the room. "Welcome back to the office." He squirted some hand sanitizer into his hand just in time to see Ed lose his battle with his bladder. The urine started slowly then made its way down the leg of his pants. His entire crotch was unnaturally warm as the urine began to run down his leg and then pool where his socks and shoes met. The worst part was the noise. To everyone in the room, it was obvious what had happened. "Um..." Dr. Vicker just stared. "Oh my goodness," Kirsten said quickly, running to the cabinet. "Don't worry, I didn't know you were…" her voice trailed off as she shuffled in the cabinets. But Dr. Vicker just started at Ed, his dark eyes drilling into him. Ed suddenly felt small. "Well, you need to take those off," the doctor said, gesturing to Ed's wet pants that were quickly becoming cold. "Um, yes, I guess, sure.." Ed shivered slightly. But he didn't move. Kirsten continued rustling through the cabinets and finally came up for air. She put a package on the table then turned to Ed. "What are you waiting for? They need to come off." Ed didn't budge. He was feeling pretty foolish at that moment, standing in his own urine. So Kristen did the work for him. She kneeled down and started unbuckling his pants. Pausing for a moment, Kirsten then pointed to his shoes. "Those have to come off," she said matter a factly. Ed kicked off his shoes and then reached down to pull off his now soaked socks. Ed was actually grateful for the masks they were all wearing; he hoped he didn't smell too bad. Kirsten began the process of removing his pants. Without thinking, Ed placed one arm on her shoulder to steady himself as she removed each leg hole, one at a time. He looked like a toddler. A shiver went through his spine as she reached for his underwear and yanked it down so fast. The air conditioning was causing him to feel chilly in a spot where breezes usually don't blow. "Come on." Kirsten snapped, smacking the side of his thigh. "Let's go." She motioned towards the underwear that was now stuck at his knees. Ed, feeling smaller by the moment, stepped out of that humiliating garment as well. It was now apparent that Ed was standing naked from the waist down while Dr. Vicker gave him a piercing stare. He could tell that he was slightly disappointed. His lip curled in some sort of sneer. Kirsten then grabbed the bottom of Ed's shirt. "Come in, baby. Let's go." She said. "Wait why..?" But he was muffled by both his mask and shirt that were muffling his voice. Ed raised his arms and the shirt was pulled off him on instinct from a time long before he was potty trained. His mask slipped off, and on instinct, he bent over to pick it. But it had fallen too far, slipping under the examination table. Ed bent down, getting on the cold floor to retrieve the mask. The floor was cold under his knees. Ed reached out and grabbed the mask and then, remembering he was naked, stood back up quickly. He put back on the mask as the doctor pulled out his clipboard and could see out of the corner of his eye that Kirsten was fumbling with a few packages she'd pulled from the cabinet. "Do you usually have trouble with continence?" Dr. Vicker asked condescendingly as Ed tried to cover up his privates with his hands. "Excuse me?" "Do you usually have trouble holding your urine and bowels?" Ed blushed. "I don't have trouble holding my pee." "It appears that you do. Look at the state of this floor. I'll need to do a more intensive examination than I planned." The doctor scowled. "I can't believe someone at your age is having these issues." "But I'm not…" The doctor held up his hand. "You're pathetic with these excuses, Edward." Ed fell silent. He had never heard the doctor speak to him this way before and figured it was best to comply to get this over with and hopefully gain this man's respect back. The doctor grabbed a few tongue depressors and began checking his hand. Then instructed Ed to open his mouth and checked around. Ed began dancing around a little again. He had to pee again. Generally, when he drank too much water, he found himself peeing too much. But the doctor took his time. But the time he reached his groin area, Ed was mortified. The doctor cupped his hands around Ed's testicles and then squeezed slightly. "Smaller than usual." The doctor said disappointedly to Kirsten, who had been taking notes on a clipboard. "We should do the longer exam to be safe." The nurse practitioner looked at Ed and sighed as if Ed was the source of a great inconvenience. "If we have to." The doctor looked over at her and said sharply, "He's peeing himself like a toddler. Of course, we have to." The loudspeaker crackled to life, calling the doctor out of the room. "I'll be back." He said. "Collect a sperm sample and check his bowels for me. Then make sure he's protected." "Wait a second…" Ed stammered. This examination was getting too intense for his liking. The nurse nodded, and Ed felt colder than he had all day as he tried to cover up what was left of his dignity in front of this beautiful woman. But Ed noticed a change in her. As soon as the doctor left, she got this devilish look in her eyes and smiled. Something about that look scared Ed. "Sit back on the table, please." She said quietly. Ed did so quickly so he could get this over with. She stood in front of Ed and looked him up and down greedily. Then she grabbed the package that she'd taken out of the cabinet earlier and pulled out a thick white square, and placed it between his legs. "Lift up for me, please." Ed paused for a moment. "Lift. Up." Kirsten said it with such firmness, Ed had no choice but to comply. She placed the plastic padding beneath him, and he put his but back down. Ed couldn't help but feel vulnerable in this very intimate moment at the doctor's office. Next, the nurse grabbed a bottle of gel and squeezed it on her hands. "This will be better if you relax," And before he knew it, she had shoved her fingers up his asshole. "Try and squeeze down for me." Kirsten said simply. Shocked, Ed did the best he could while feeling her invading his insides. She stared at him, deep into his eyes, while she probed him. "Can you try and clench?" She asked again? Ed tried, but his shock kept him from moving. She sighed and shook her head. "Fucking baby." "Hey, I'm not…" But Ed was clearly being ignored. Next, she removed her gloves and then put on another pair. This time she lathered more gel on her hands and fondled his balls, squeezing slightly and rubbing the gel in his most intimate crevices. Ed, at this point, was lying back, unable to stop himself from shivering inside. Admit it or not; this felt… pretty good. It might be worth the humiliation of the rest of the day just so he could endure this. He'd always liked Kirsten. She was beautiful. Her round breasts, her cute nose, everything about her screamed at his inner monster. He grew hard at her touch, and soon he was trying to match his hips to the rhythm of her movements. Fire boiled up inside his loins as she continued to stroke. Ed was getting close, and his breathing quickened. Had he given this movement any more thought, he might have fallen soft. Considering he was lying on an exam table with his legs open and getting a very medical handjob at the moment while being treated like an infant, this wasn't the worst thing that could happen. But right when he was about to cum, Kirsten stopped and took her gloves off. "That's enough of that." She said. "Wait, aren't you gonna?" "Gonna what?" She shot him a dirty look while instructing him to lay his head back on the take and start following directions. Ed was nervous. He had clearly misread the situation and gotten himself in trouble. He closed his eyes for a second as he lay back on the mat. He felt Kirsten tugging something soft and padded around his member and then felt it being taped up. "What are???" Ed's eyes shot open as he looked down. That white plastic square was a diaper. Was she kidding? He didn't need diapers. She glared at him. "You've proven, by wetting your pants, that you cannot be trusted to be fully continent. And," she raised her voice at Ed protests. "If you continue to fight back, I am going to have to call security. I doubt you'll want them to see you in your cute diapers. Now we have one more test, and that's to test to see how you take fluids." Ed stayed quiet because she, at the mention of "cute diapers," had patted him on the front of the diaper, driving him closer to the end of an orgasm. Kirsten shocked him by taking off her shirt and then leaning over the table and teasing her nipple in front of his face. "Suck baby." So he did, greedily. He sucked as much as he could. Enjoying the moment as he wiggled on the table. Ed figured that if he was going to have to suffer, he might as well enjoy himself. But as he sucked, she kept talking. Saying things like, "Good baby," and "that's my little boy." Ed tried his best to ignore her, but each time he'd hear her voice, his erection would get harder and harder until… Ed felt himself spurting in his diaper. He froze as the orgasm washed over him, causing him to feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. His head jerked up over and over as his penis splashed cum onto the inside of his plastic padding. Then Ed fell backward and sighed. That was not satisfying at all. In fact, now that he finished spurting into his infantile padding, he felt a deep humiliation burning from within. In his haze, he hadn't realized that Kristen had stood back up and was now on the other side of the room taking notes on a clipboard, looking quite disappointed. Then a man's voice shattered the moment. "Looks like you will need these diapers after all." Dr. Vicker was back. Panic shot through Ed's brain as he condescendingly stepped to the table and looked at Ed, who at the moment had a full stomach and was sitting in a cum soaked diaper. "Nurse, let's make sure we get you a prescription for these." The doctor continued. "I think thick diapers for six months should do the trick. We can have them delivered to your house." "But I don't need them," Ed said stupidly. But the doctor just stared at him and squeezed his diaper. "It feels like you do to me." He then turned to the nurse. "And it looks like we need an enforcement mechanism. Sign him up for the diaper delivery service and write that the patient is reluctant to participate, they have ways of ensuring compliance." The doctor looked at Ed. "It would be in your best interest to participate and to do so as instructed. These people are serious. I've seen some boys like you never have their bladder and bowel control restored." "But I don't have issues…" Ed sputtered, moving to the edge of the table, fully aware of the slight squish that precluded that movement. "Keep that up, and you'll be punished." The doctor put down his iPad. "They'll make you eat baby food or replace all the furniture in your home with baby furniture. We had one guy come in here who hasn't cum in six months. That was…. scary. He just couldn't like most babies. Follow the program and you'll be fine, okay?" Ed just sat there as the doctor left the room. Nurse Kirsten handed him back his pants and gave his diaper a squeeze. "See you tomorrow at your place baby." She giggled and left the room. Ed swallowed hard. How was he going to get out of this one?
  8. This story started out fine. His wife had accepted him for who he was, which was an incredible development. He'd told her one night during a party while drunk on the second-floor balcony that his secret was too painful. A few drinks later, she'd coaxed it out of him. "I enjoy diapers." He said sheepishly, one arm draped over her shoulder, the other laying limply to the side. "And it's not cause I'm sick either." His chest puffed out from the number of chest presses he'd done just the week before, proving how macho he was. "I just think it's fun." While at first, Georgie was a little nervous at this concept, her bodybuilder husband's main source of attractiveness came from his machismo. Would Baby version of her man overshadow the supercharged... man she decided to marry three years ago. It turns out it didn't. In fact, the baby version of her husband didn't exist at all. He only liked wearing diapers from time to time. Well. At first, anyway. He'd wear them when they were at home. He'd wear on their walks. He'd wear to the cornerstore. In fact, after she'd given the "We can try it," he started wearing all the time. Georgie smiled when her husband wore because while he was still the same strong man she knew before, he was calmer. He didn't stress as easily and seemed to be more patient as well. Things were great, except for one thing. At first, things were fun. After work, Georgie would lie him on the bed or the floor in the living room, stacking a diaper and stuffer nearby with a container of baby powder and baby lotion. She'd lean him back, remove his pants and underwear, then using a baby wipe, she'd clean his private parts, paying particular attention to his balls and penis. She's softly stroke him just for fun, to make him harder than a rock. Force him to leak pre-cum as she giggled softly. Georgie loved to see him happy. Sometimes, when rubbing the lotion on him, she'd get him so close to cuming, he'd start to beg. "Please make me cum, please?" But she wasn't always nice. She'd say, "Of course you can cum baby." Then she'd tape his thick diapers off, pat the front a few times and leave him frustrated on the floor in the living room. But then Georgie noticed a problem. His sex drive only seemed to want diapers in the equation. He went from shoving his face between her legs and using his... erm... abilities to please her, to only wanting to be pleased while his diapers. And at first, she thought he was just overly excited. After all his diaper changes went a little something like this: She'd have him lie on the floor... it was always the floor. She liked looking down at him, her necklace dangling softly over his face. He'd look up at her, his beard still full, his hair matted back. She'd slide his pants off of him as if it were the most casual thing in the world, reach for the diaper and unfold it. The crinkles would be loud to his ears as she made him lift up and slide the thick diaper underneath him. She'd powder him, only after rubbing lotion on his privates, and the. She'd tape him shut, paying special attention to the fit, rubbing her hands across the padding. Oh he'd have an erection. It would be massive. It would pulse. It was glorious. But if she got him off before he was wrapped in the crinkly, soft plastic, he'd lose interest. She'd try to hold his attention, steering him towards her after he was diapered up and complacent, but he'd say he was tired and vanish for a bit. She started to feel like she was a sex toy. A toy that diapered her husband. And one that made him cum in his diapers. A least she was an advanced one. But she started to get quite bitter and disappointed. Before this fetish appeared in her life, they had great sex. Now he acted like a baby, selfish. The online forum urged communication. So one night she refused to diaper him, instead saying she wanted to have an adult dinner. "But I am an adult." He said stubbornly. "I'm just wearing diapers." He insisted that it didn't change anything. "Besides," he said with all the arrogance he generally summoned for the quarterly board meeting, "I'm not into that baby shit anyway." Odd, she thought, you wear diapers. So she decided it was time to teach her husband a lesson. He was acting like a baby. And he needed to be reminded that if he didn't want to be one, he shouldn't act like one. *** Some would argue the plan was too easy. After all the forums were always flooded with horny people just looking for their muse. After chatting with a few people, she met up one morning with a man who could only be described as stronger than life. He was six foot seven, had broad shoulders. She was pretty sure had it not been for his stomach, which resembled a washboard on a bad day he would be what they called a bear. Terri insisted that he was looking for a baby boy, but in the area they were hard to find, especially with his high profile job, he required discretion. She’d give him that. Under one condition, he’d keep his end of the deal. He agreed. Then before it was time to go Terri quickly asked, “What’s his name?” “It’s Robert, but call him Bobby.” She sneered. “He hates that.” So it wasn’t a surprise to her when her husband didn’t return home that Friday night. Glancing at her watch she suspected that right about now he was learning what it was like to be a real baby. Lolz. She thought to herself. She couldn’t wait to see what happened next. Like what you see here? Check out my Pateron where there are more stories. For just $5 you can read short stories like this and even longer ones. By signing up to Pateron you’ll also have access to commissions and can chat with me directly. https://www.patreon.com/kyleshouse
  9. When she first moved into the college town, all the college students took notice. Well the men anyway. One by one they’d flirt with her when they saw he around town or in class. If you asked the boys why they liked her, they’d all have a different reason. It could be her perky breasts, the way she has that soft smile with a hint of something mysterious. Whatever it is, it didn’t take long for them all to one by one ask her on a date and then, the boys would grow silent and withdrawn. Soon he found out why. After dinner she brought him back to her place for some fun. She’d tie him up. Giggling she’d explain how it’d be “more fun that way.” After all, you’re not afraid of a little roughness right? Then she’d edge them over and over, smiling as they struggled against the segufix bondage that kept them locked on the bed, unable to move a muscle, try as they might. Their cocks would beg for release. They’d be dripping, but never cumming. It was all a game after all. They’d get release eventually… right? But then the darkness would come out. She’d pull out an ice pack, staring deep into their eyes as she deflated their cocks. She’d pour baby oil on him and to their horror force them soft. Next came the cock cage, trapping their manhood inside. The key would go in the drawer next to the bed. By then he’d be yelling, begging her to stop. But that wasn’t all. There was no way for anyone to expect the diapers. She’d unwrap a pink MegaMax, tell them to lift up and fasten the plastic prison over their locked cocks. Then she’d take a photo. After, with a pat she would tell them to pull up their pants and go home. They could come back in a week. But they’d better be diapered. She’d point to the door where a stack of diapers sat teasing the young men. “Take as many as you need.” She’d say with a breatthy smile. “I’ll see you around town.” And then she’d issue a warning. “Each time I see you, you’d better be diapered. If you’re not, that’s an extra week that the cage stays on. If you’re diapered each time I see you, I’ll unlock you for a bit.” So he’d have no choice. Each boy in turn would grab as many diapers as they could, desperate to try make it through a week where they’d crinkle through class, try and avoid others and squish their way to dinner each night. Sure, they weren’t sure when they’d see her, but she’s everywhere. You never know when she’d knock on your door at night for a diaper check. At that point she’d slide her hand into their jeans, checking for the tell tale sound of plastic and wetness or something messy. She’d control their cocks through diapers. They were hers. And what the boys didn’t know, she had no intention of unlocking them anytime soon. They were trapped.
  10. The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move. And then he heard his girlfriend's voice. “Does this feel familiar?” she taunted. He tried to speak up, but all that escaped was drool and a garbled noise. “Aww poor baby, you can’t speak can you?” His girlfriend’s voice was laced with sweetness. But he was feeling anything but sweet at this moment. He had made a critical error in his thinking. Just the other night his girlfriend had asked him if he had any kinks and he’d said no, deciding now was not the time to reveal his diaper fetish. He was scared that she’d recoil, move backwards or even break up with him. But it turns out she had asked him because she knew. She knew he wanted to be a helpless drooling baby. Wanted to become her plaything. Forced to sit in his bulging diaper until “mommy” came to change him. “I guess you didn’t think I’d find out did you?” She sat on the bed next to him and patted the front of his bulging diaper. Strangely enough, he hadn’t remembered wetting it. But then she explained it to him. “Last night I put a pill in your post workout shake. It reduces your body to that of an infant. No control over your legs, arms, anything really.” She continued to pat the front his his heavy diaper as he tried to sit up, get any motion in his arms and legs. “The pill lasts 24 hours. And then all function returns. Oh and you can forget about bowel and bladder control.” She giggled. “When I found out you wanted to be mommy’s helpless drooling baby, I decided to help you along for a bit. Now you can know what it’s really like.” He tried to speak. Tried to tell her that this isn’t what he wanted. That it was only a game, a fetish. Something to do for fun. But he couldn’t speak, only drool escaped his mouth. “Because you wanted this so badly, I put three pills in your drink, so that should give you about three days of fun baby time. Don’t worry, I know this weekend you wanted to hang out with the guys, but I know you’d much rather be doing this instead. So just lie there, I’ll bring you a new bottle every hour. Who knows..” she said grinning before shutting the door. “There might be another pill in there at the end of the weekend. I might want you to be my baby forever…” The door shut and he gurgled some more. He was trapped…
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