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WETTYORNAH’s Hypno Guide

DISCLAIMER: Hypnosis isn’t for everyone. I understand that the idea of it is hard to believe for many people. The truth is, I’m with those people. However, the magic of hypno is letting yourself try and believe it. It takes effort from a good hypnotist and effort from a good subject. If you’re expecting results off the bat, you’re failing yourself. Give it time, listen again and again, and try to believe. Eventually, you might find yourself in a situation you can’t believe your way out of 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ve labeled them based on the type of hypno I like. As I’m DL rather than AB, you won’t find much about regression or baby like behaviors. This list is mostly meant for encouragement to wear diapers, or bladder control. The three categories are bedwetting (self explanatory), lifestyle (stuff like committing to diapers, realizing they’re right for you), and fuck yourself over (dangerous hypno that usually has a condition, like if you give in and wet, you’ll never be able to stop) They are mostly meant for male listeners as far as I can tell.

So let’s get into it

BEDWETTING/LIFESTYLE

Curse Night Diapers - EMG

This one forces you to wear diapers to bed, along with wetting them. This one doesn’t exactly encourage incontinence, but the fact you’re going to bed in diapers which you will wet will fulfill that desire to become a bedwetter.

BEDWETTING

Bed Wetter - Sarnoga

Doesn’t encourage diapers, but does make you enjoy bedwetting. There’s mention that you’re too immature to choose diapers. This file basically sets you up to become a bedwetter and end up having someone make the choice for you that you need to wear diapers to bed. Great to use with the help of someone else.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER/BEDWETTING Bedwetter Fear to Reality - EMG

Makes you anxious about having an accident, you choose to wear diapers or not. Of course, if you do have an accident, that’s it. One leads to another. Dangerous if you don’t want to find yourself trapped

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Dependence 1 - Champtehotter

The first in his series of making you diaper dependent. This file causes you to commit to diapers and explains why you need them. This is a great first step, and then you can move on to the next one once this one has fucked your mind.

LIFESTYLE

Diaper Train 1 - Sarnoga

This hypno also encourages you to commit to diapers. Each lesson will have you wearing diapers more, first at home alone, then around people, then out in public. It does this by making you feel like you can’t use a toilet to get relief. WARNING: this one did mess with me, and in some files encourages bedwetting even when sharing a bed just to prove you really need diapers.

LIFESTYLE

Every Good Boy Wears Diapers - Sarnoga

Explains every reason why you need diapers to avoid making messes. Diapers are the best choice for boys is the main message

LIFESTYLE

The Diaper Does It - Sarnoga

Makes you love your diapers and give them your control. The main twist of this file is that if you don’t wear diapers every so often, you will start having accidents in your pants. Basically makes a timer in your head so you must come back to diapers.

LIFESTYLE/FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Master your Bladder -

Teaches you that your bladder is in control of your life, and the only way to fix it is to take the control away. Causes bladder incontinence.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Diaper Drug - Champtehotter

Imagine you’ve been injected with a drug that makes you love your diapers and become bladder incontinent. As long as you don’t cum, it won’t be permanent. I dare you to listen.

FUCK YOURSELF OVER

Pantswetter Incontinence

Makes you have accidents whenever and wherever until you have no choice but to wear diapers.

Thats it for now, I definitely got more but this took longer than I thought. I like every single one of these, and I think you will too. Let me know how it goes or which one you enjoyed most.

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How I Became A Chronic Bedwetter

So I just want to make a quick disclaimer at the start. This post is telling you how I, personally, started wetting the bed every night. To my knowledge, nobody else has tried doing this method, and even the people I have shared this with previously who wanted to do it never actually went through with it, so I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who has done this. I tailored this method completely to myself and can’t tell you that this will work for everyone because nobody else has ever tried it. 

Some of you may have originally seen this method on a Wordpress site I made back in 2016, as I uploaded it there originally and it got about 500 views, but because of so many requests, I decided to rewrite it and post it here on Tumblr : )

Scary ominous warning at the start, I absolutely detested the experience of doing this method, and even to this day, I remember how much it fucking sucked. I’m not telling you to do this, this is just what I did and what has made me a permanent, relentless bedwetter for the past almost four years.

In my strong belief, everything about each kind of untraining is hugely mental in nature. There are physical elements to it, like muscle degradation, but like 80% of untraining is essentially just retraining our body and our subconscious mind into accepting and embracing incontinence.

What I did to start bedwetting was kind of prey on and take advantage of my subconscious in a way. 

For a period of about a month straight, and I do mean a month, I drank a lot of water before bed and then went to sleep without a diaper on. As you can probably imagine, all that water before bed caused me to wake up in the middle of the night with a pretty strong urge to go to the bathroom (if you are not a light sleeper, this wouldn’t work). What I did was, instead of wetting myself as soon as I woke up like other guides mention (which would have been a bit unpleasant anyway as I wasn’t wearing diapers), I made myself get up and walk to the bathroom to use the toilet instead, every single night. 

I’ll tell you right now, doing this for an entire month was literally one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had in my entire life. I was constantly losing sleep and was constantly tired every day because of how interrupted my rest was, but I guess the reason I stuck with it was because I was pretty fucking hardcore about wanting to be a bedwetter at the time.

Finally, after all that, the end of the month came, and I introduced diapers to my probably completely exhausted and unhappy subconscious as an easy out to its current predicament. For those unaware, our subconscious mind will pretty much do anything it can to avoid pain or discomfort, and it will do everything it can to use as little energy as possible in running the body.

On that first night after the month of hell, I wore diapers to bed.

Like before, I drank a lot of water before going to sleep, and also like before, my body woke me up with a very full bladder. What was different this time though is that instead of making myself get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to use the toilet, I just let my bladder go and very happily wet my diaper while still laying in bed, before going back to sleep. 

The next night I did the same thing again. I drank a lot before going to sleep, and I wore a diaper to bed. This time though, I didn’t wake up during the night at all. I awoke actually feeling pretty refreshed for once, which in itself was a relief because I’d gone so long waking up exhausted, but that wasn’t the only thing that had happened. My diaper was completely soaked when I woke up.

This was the turnaround point in my nighttime incontinence. I had put my body and mind through hell for an entire month, before showing them both that there was a much easier way to deal with the problem than waking me up. 

From that day onwards, I started waking up wet more and more. I was still having dry nights here and there to start with, but as my body kept learning and kept finding no problem in making me wet while still asleep, it kept happening again and again. 

Over the course of months after that day, my body got fully in the habit of making me a complete bedwetter, because why would it ever wake me up when it was so much easier to just make me wet myself in my sleep? I went from three to four wet nights a week to it being incredibly strange to wake up dry even once or twice a month. I even had to get thicker, more absorbent diapers because my body just stopped holding anything back, and it wasn’t uncommon at the time to wake up in a leaking diaper in the morning. 

So, that’s how I became a chronic bedwetter almost four years ago. I don’t think I would really recommend my method because it was just so bad dealing with all the sleep deprivation, but I can’t argue with the results that it has given me. Becoming a bedwetter was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my entire life, and I’ve never once regretted it in all this time, even on the mornings where I wake up in a wet patch because my diaper has failed. There’s just something about it that is so insanely special to me, and unlike making yourself incontinent during the day, which I wouldn’t recommend to everyone, I would recommend becoming a bedwetter to anyone who has the interest. It’s really not that big of a deal to have to wear diapers to bed every night, and the happiness and satisfaction I get from waking up in a completely soaked diaper in the morning is just totally unmatched. 

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“Doctors Orders”

You find yourself getting referred to a “special doctor”. :o

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“Naughty Boy”

You lied to daddy… Now comes the not-so-fun part.

(Ignore my fan in the background) A request for @thepaddedprofessional.tumblr.com

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A “stern talking to” 😉 A request for vegas-abdl Hope you like it. ☺️

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After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.

After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about what’s interesting in the area and so on.

After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friends’ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.

He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or he’d bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.

I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said he’d be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.

It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone else’s gear … so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.

Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought I’d love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care… He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.

Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.

Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.

In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.

A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.

He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.

He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was… he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.

He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or …. Anything at all actually…

I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me here….

I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.

I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.

Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.

The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon … I hoped he would tell me soon…

After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released … he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.

He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.

Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.

Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.

I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.

The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place … now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what …

At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered … that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.

The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except … at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.

At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and … as I was afraid of… back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.

He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.

Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.

Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but …

Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.

He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.

I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.

He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew I’d keep my mouth shut.

He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?

I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?

I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.

We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.

A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.

He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who…

Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so ‘freely’ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.

We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.

I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.

We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.

He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then started…. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item … my passport…. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.

He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, what….?

After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin … he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and … well… you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.

What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course you’ll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when you’re not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, I’ll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.

Then he left into the hut, leaving me immobilized out at the porch. no way to scream, swear, shout, no way to escape, left to my thoughts … what did I get myself into…. time will tell…. and despite being shocked about what just happened, despite being annoyed, angry, upset … my dick kept fighting in his prison, some part of me indeed seemed to like what this future will be … but only some part …

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Thunderpup’s Hypnosis

Here are my hypnosis files. Feel free to use them at your own discretion. The link below will take you to my DropBox folder which contains the hypnosis files. There are descriptions under the link for what each file does to the mind. Enjoy!

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Link: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/lslqltpook2614t/AAAKscEJP78QlIbVrJACnBjpa?dl=0

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NEW! Obey Thunder

DISCLAIMER: Be forewarned! If you listen to Obey Thunder and trance reliably to it, your mind WILL become controlled by me, and there is a good chance I will put you back in diapers 24/7 like you were as a toddler and make your life much more cubby, including wearing baby clothes in most situations… even in public. I do however give lots of pleasure for obedience. You have been warned! There’s also no guarantee that I will give any personal attention to anyone.

This file uses emotion and imagination to take you on a trip through getting ready for bedtime and ease you into my hypnotic control. It installs a trigger that only I can use on you. When I say it, you will immediately enter trance and obey what I say. There are a lot of cub and diaper references in here, but the file does not cause anything to happen with incontinence or age regression. The point of the file is simply to get you to obey me and install the trigger to trance.

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Baby Time

This file   will cause you to become a baby for whatever time period you desire. IMPORTANT: Before listening to the file, decide how long you want to be a   baby after listening because the time period you decide will be used in the   hypnosis.  

Bedwetting

This file   will cause you to wet the bed uncontrollably at night. This file is effective every night regardless of whether or not you are diapered. If you have trouble with the bedwetting, the file also causes you to dream of going to the bathroom   whenever you need to urinate causing you to wet your bed at the same time.

Messing While Diapered

This file will cause you to mess yourself uncontrollably only while diapered.  

Wetting While Diapered

This file will cause you to wet yourself uncontrollably only while diapered.  

Night Baby (Special Request File)

This file will cause you to feel and act just like a baby while in bed, and causes you to crave a baba every morning when you wake up. You will have no control over your bladder or bowels, you will feel secure and get a warm feeling in your tummy when you snuggle with your stuffed animal, you will feel peaceful when you suck on your paci, and you will only giggle and coo unless there is a legitimate reason to talk (such as a phone call). You will also wake up every morning craving a baba.

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All the way, Daddy’s Boy

The room was small, but quaint, with pale blue walls that reminded Max of the color of the sky in august, misted by hazy clouds. He smiled at that. The color was a little boyish. But, he hadn’t been able to repaint. Tom and Greg had been clear on that. They said that Mr. Jeremy Butler, the landlord, was very strict. Two months extra rent for repainting! And, they argued, Max was the youngest and newest – still a sophomore - so he chose last.

He had moved in last week, joining Tom and Greg, Seniors who had been there for 3 years. He had lived in Chandice Hall last year, a dorm building from the 1940s that could barely be called a dorm. Honestly, if it wasn’t torn down within the decade, it was in danger of falling down. By spring Max had decided to move off campus, and he heard that Tom and Greg were looking for a new roommate. They lived in an enviable 4 bedroom on a cul-de-sac a couple miles from campus. It was a ranch, all brick, in the post-war style. The house was low and flat, with a large yard and big, towering pines. The guys held barbeques in the summer.

Max stood up from his twin beg, stretching out his torso into a long sinuous arch, curling his toes and fingers. Just as his fingers hit their apex, his right hand rolled down brushing the top of his short cropped hair, and he rubbed his neck. He hitched his left hand in his boxers, which were loose and low. What a fucking color. He thought for the 100th time. Pale, baby blue. Oh well.

He looked morosely down at his short twin bed. Not much better. But, a twin was the only think that would fit in here, and it was a modified twin. Coated with annoying, crinkling, plastic! His dresser hadn’t fit, either, so he was using the built in wall drawers which lined one side of the room. Oddly, above these there was a seem in the wall, and a large thick wooden slat flipped down as a desk. A super long desk, Max thought again. Whatever. Greg had told him this was the office and the owner was an architect. He shrugged mentally. Max stripped, pulling on a pair of tight spandex briefs. He cupped his goods. Nice package, he thought and smiled to himself, my body is amaaazing, and he giggled at the self-flattery. He slipped on his jeans, and pulled on a faded green t-shirt. He stopped by the hall bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face on the way to the kitchen. He arrived to find Greg standing on the table. He looked up in consternation.

“What the hell is going on in here” he grumbled, with the tones of sleep still rounding the edges of his words.

Greg looked back, turning his muscled torso 90 degrees left, and flicked his head, and caught Max with his eyes. He was wearing only cut off painters shorts he had created from last year kakhis. He tilted his head, his floppy brown hair tilting to the side.

“Yeah. Light needs changing” he stated matter-of-factly. Greg was a no-nonsense guy. “Hand me that wire, would you Max”

“Sure” Max responded, picking up the wire and passing it up. “Where’s Tom?”

“Oh. He went to class about an hour ago. That history class he, um the …” Greg paused as he stuck out his tongue in concentration, wiring a connection while balancing the light. “ahhh. Got it. Um, the one he needs for his major. the one he’s always complaining about…. Italian history, I think”

“Oh yeah, yeah” Max paused, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. “Hey, Greg, you know that mattress of mine is really annoying. I mean it could wake the dead, man. And, it feels like I’m sleeping on a stiff plastic tarp – you know the camping ones? Its slick, crinkly. Super fucking annoying. I gotta change it.”

Greg stepped down from the table, having completed his task. On the ground, the height difference between Greg and Max was more obvious. Greg was 6 foot 2 inches, 190 lbs with broad shoulders. Max wasn’t tiny. He wasn’t! Max frowned at his own thought, and looked down at himself as if to re-enforce this. His Dad always said he was the tallest in their family! But at 5 foot 6 inches, and 150 lbs, he was slim and small compared to Greg. It made their 2 year age difference – 22 to 19 – seem much greater than it was. Although, he had heard rumors that Greg was older, he couldn’t confirm it.

“Max, buddy. You know we can’t get rid of Jeremy’s stuff, and we cant store it.” He glared “That was a condition of moving in. And, that’s part of the reason you’re paying so little”

Max sighed, and rolled his eyes dramatically. Whatever. He was never going to be able to find such affordable housing near campus. He grabbed his green book bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed out, calling bye to Greg as he scampered out the door. Greg smiled faintly at the back of the closed door, and headed down to the 4th bedroom in the basement to get some supplies. The beginning of the process was always so much fun, Greg thought.

Max returned home to see his Dad in Septermber for a long weekend. The bus sucked. It was long, boring, and the guy next to him smelled like a garbage bag! Yuuuuuck. And, the bus had no bathroom, so the last 2 hours of the trip Max was certain he was going to piss himself. He sprinted off that bus and straight to the restroom. He had never been so happy to see a urinal in his life!

Weekend with Dad was great, but oddly, he didn’t sleep so well. He had started sleeping naked most nights in the last month depending on the temperature. It seemed that his room was really hot; much warmer then the rest of the house. And, somehow the fucking slick, crinkly, plastic sheet on his mattress stayed a little cooler, and so if he had his skin on it, it felt a little better. Max imagined he was quite a site: sleeping buck naked with no sheets on the plastic lined mattress. Oh well. It felt good. Anyways, at Dads the mattess just felt hot and soft. Weirdly, he had trouble sleeping on it.

On Sunday night, his Dad had noticed his fatigue, and asked. He reported dutifully about his new mattress in his rental room, and how it was odd to sleep on this one.

“You mean, plastic? Like, slick thick cold plastic encasing the mattress?” His dad asked, enthusiastically, his voice brimming with containing mocking humor.

Max answered slowly, fearing a trap “Uh, yeah. Just like that. It covered the whole thing. You cant even get it off”

His Dad threw back his head and laughed uproariously, a loud booming laugh. When the laughed turned to a chuckle he started: “That’s a mattress protector.” When Max looked over blankly he continued “Like, for a kid who wets his bed. Like pisses in it. You know, like pees in the bed…. so the piss doesn’t soak in just runs…”

Max cut him off “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks. I get it” he simmered. I guess for some reason Jeremy had a bed wetter mattress installed in his rental house. Fuck. And, Max couldnt get rid of it. Max groaned inwardly as his dad continued giggling. It didn’t occur to either of them to wonder if Greg or Tom know the purpose of the mattress.

The next week proceeded uneventfully. Max resigned himself to sleeping on the mattress, and strangely he enjoyed getting back to it. “I liked it before I knew its purpose, why should I change now?” Max thought.

It wasn’t until the start of October that things began getting weird. After it all went down, when Max became thoughtful, indeed, when he thought at all, he would think back to that week in particular. A cascade of events can start from such a random, little thing. Or, was it random?

In late September, Toms Grandma Jean came to visit them for a week. It was torture. Jean was 82, imperious, demanding, and set in her ways. Tom was running around the entire week. Max tried his best not to be at home at all. He would arrive late at night, drinking, studying, whatever. He would enter the house quietly and approach the fridge, quickly stealing food and drink, and taking it back to his room.

It so happened that on Monday he took a water bottle with an “JS” on top – or so he was later told. Grandma Jean apparently had trouble swallowing pills, and would melt her medications in water, and then drink the bottle.

It doesn’t matter what was in the bottle; Tom was never able to tell him that, and Jean didn’t really know. Some combination of her meds she said. Max went to sleep that night, and when he woke up next, he was naked, cold. Tom and Greg were both standing over him. He felt the air on his skin. As usual he was on his bed, naked, lying on the plastic coated mattress. He squirmed, and looked up at them. “Stop it!” Tom ordered, looking down, his blond hair spiked.

“Not again” Greg groaned simultaneously, sticking his hand under Max’s cold butt and tilting him to the side. Max barely reacted, but groaned. His hand feels so warm. Max could tell that Greg’s hand emerged glistening, wet, and a dribble ran down his forearm. He cursed loudly “Fucking piss soaked” and ran out of the room, while muffled the rest of his sentence.

Max struggled for coherence. His brain wrestled to make sense of the situation.

He hesitated and then lifted his head and looked down at his thin, tanned body. His lower abs and crotch and upper thighs were wet and shining, and there was a small puddle under his butt. He could smell it clearly. It was the shared smell of a urinal, a boy’s locker room, and a baby’s used diaper; it was stale urine. He groaned. The urine puddled under his butt, held out of the mattress by the plastic protector sheet. He lifted his hand to his chest, and unknowingly, he brought piss with it, and felt the piss run down his chest. Max was groggy. He wanted to cry. He looked up at Tom, who smoothed back his hair in a protective gesture.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” Tom declared. He began to roll Max to the side and toweled off under his butt. Max fell in and out of sleep, eventually waking up again in the morning. He could barely tell if that nights activities were a dream or not. But, from the smell of his room - still vaguely urine-tinged - he knew it was no dream. Remembering Tom and Greg seeing him piss-soaked and naked, he blushed red as he stood up and pulled on his boxers.

For several days thereafter, Max was groggy and tired. He was almost too sick to think. Greg threatened to take him to a doctor, but he just shrugged it off. The meds will pass he thought. Jean had long since left.

To his dismay, he continued to wake up in a wet bed. And, he was not pissing a little, but a lot. He would wake up with he naked butt in puddles of hot urine on the mattress. The air fresheners that Tom had strung up in his room did little to cover the scent. Greg and Tom were real sports about it. On the 5th day, when Max ran out of boxers, Tom lend him a small pair of his. On Friday, he woke up in the early morning hours, feeling again the piss around his crotch. He was laying face down on his mattress, and the piss extended up to his chest. He started sobbing. How had this happened to him? He had never pissed the bed! He sat up, and some of the urine sloshed onto the floor, which made him cry even harder.

That was how Greg found him, crying, naked, half covered in piss. Greg said nothing, but, walked slowly towards him and enfolded him in a powerful hug apparently disregarding the fact that urine was now covered Greg too.

“Shhhhh. Don’t cry Max. Shhhhh” he cooed as Max sobbed against his chest, heaving and shaking. “We’ll fix this buddy. Don’t worry” he continued in a low, calm voice, as if soothing a puppy. At some point he began to stroke the back of Max’s head, and Max’s sobs trailed off as he nestled his head against Toms warm neck. That morning, he followed Toms instructions as he was told to shower and get dressed. Maybe Tom could fix this mess, Max thought optimistically. Tom and Greg seemed like such good guys.

Weeks later, Max would have trouble recalling who first suggested the diapers. In truth, it may have been no one, or anyone. One day, he woke up in his puddle of urine, cold, shivering. And, the next day, in the afternoon, he found, at the foot of his closet, an unopened pack of adult diapers. He torn open the pack, and unfolded one. It was large (larger then he would have expected!) and thick, but soft. He needn’t have opened the pack. His underwear drawer was generously stocked with the folded diapers. The filled most of his underwear drawer, and his boxers had been stuffed in the side and in the next drawer down.

He mentioned these in passing to Tom and Greg; it was not a conversation really, but more of an acknowledgment; as if to say, I found these. The both nodded, studiously avoiding the issue. Only that night while they were all seated in the living room watching TV, did Greg say, “Remember to get one of those diapers on before bed, Max” Max looked over, but Greg had gone back to watching the show, as if the issue deserved no more comment. And, maybe it didn’t. Max had a problem, and the diapers were a simple solution. He tried to be a man about it.

That night, he put one on for the first time. He had unfolded one on the bed, fully open it took up a fair portion of the twin bed. He stripped to nothing and laid down butt first on the diaper. It took some doing, but he folded it up in place over his dick and crotch, securing the tapes. He closed his legs slowly, feeling the dense mass of stuffing that covered his butt, balls, and cock keeping his legs apart. It gave some when he brought his legs together, bunching and pushing out in the front. But, the mass was still present. He could almost feel how dry, and thirsty it was.

He stood up gingerly, feeling the diaper move with him. He moved carefully to his closet, as if the thick bundle around his crotch could break, but really, he moved slowly to lessen the creeping humiliation he felt. It is this way when a toddler first walks? He thought, the thick diaper making the act awkward and halting. Max was surprised but pleased to find a pair of baggy PJ bottoms to pull over the diaper, even if they were covered by baseballs in a too-boyish style. He hadn’t worn these in years.

When he emerged back out to sit on the couch and watch TV, the only mention of his new attire was a jest: “Max, you take the seat with the warn out cushion – you got extra padding!” Tom cracked, to Greg’s delight. The next morning, no one was surprised to find that Max had wet himself at night. Tom and Greg were up remarkably early, and Max’s door was open when he awoke. His stirring brought Tom and Greg both to the room, to stand over his bed. That would have been more unusual a couple months ago, but given his recent bed wetting, they seemed to be in his room nearly every morning. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the foot of his bed, both shirtless, as they often were; Greg had his fingers lightly on Toms waist.

Max’s PJ bottoms has slipped low in the night, and his diaper was mostly bare. Before Max could ask why Greg was touching Tom, Greg reached down and used one of his index fingers to tug them down the rest of the way, revealing the diaper totally. It was a mottled grey-yellow, indented and deformed. It looked nothing like the night before. Although none of the boys were used to seeing wet diapers, they knew that was what this way: a diaper used to capacity. Tom’s lips turned up in the corner, an almost smile.

“Looks like that diaper did its job chief” he declared. With that, Tom turned and walked out. Greg lingered, watching his diaper crotch just a little too long. Max looked at Greg awkwardly.

“Greg, do you need something?” Max asked quietly. Greg started.

“No, no” he said as he walked out of the small blue room.

At first, the used diapers went in the bathroom garbage. But, Greg soon complained about the smell. Even when Max folded them up well, they did smell. Soon, there was a garbage, really a diaper-pail, in the corner of his blue bedroom. At first, it was odd for Max to see his used diapers day after day. They were balled up tight, but yellow, used. They smelled faintly of piss, and his room did too. Nothing severe.

Max couldn’t tell if it was better or worse when he found a nursery-sent nightlight in his room after returning from class. Tom had good fun with him about it, but defended it by saying that Amazon had only small repository of get-rid-of-diaper-smell items, and they all were babyish. Indeed, Tom said he had tried to google “get rid of diaper smell” and “adult” in the same sentence, and got nothing. Oh well.

By that Christmas break that year, Max was wearing diapers every night regularly, and without thought. A couple times he stopped to wonder if the meds that he had involuntarily taken from Jean would wear off, or why they hadn’t. But, he didn’t dwell on this too much. Whenever he got the thought in his mind, it would slip away, fleeting.

The last order of diapers had been 2 cases – 100 in total. He had blanched slightly when they arrived, but they were cheaper this way, and Greg had helped him split the cost. Those diapers, when unpacked, had filled a couple drawers and lined several shelves extra.

Max decided to stay in town for Christmas while Greg and Tom when home. He hadn’t wanted to confront his Dad with his night-time-diapers. It seemed simpler this way. Those were the first days he started wearing diapers during the day. It started simply. One lazy morning he decided to eat before changing out of his diaper. Being familiar with the capcity of these diapers, he could tell now that this wet diaper could handle more. And, he had recently wet. It was warm, almost cozy. He squirted a little more piss into his diaper during breakfast. He thought about his diapers more recently. While at the kitchen table eating his oatmeal, he rubbing himself through the front of his diaper, feeling the soggy warm heavy diaper rub against his hard dick. Damn, he thought. That felt goooood. Pretty quickly, while eating, he cam into the front of his diaper. He rocked his crotch forward, clamping down on the spoon in his mouth. He felt the hot cum squirt out in his wet diaper. When he was done he panted slightly, and began to get up. He stopped, and laughed. There was no reason to get up. No cleanup. Oh shit; that was certainly a benefit to wearing diapers. He thought, remembering normal clean-up when he used to jack off. He careless rubbed his post-climax dick again through the diaper, shuddering.

That morning, at almost noon, he changed out of his wet diaper and into a dry one. He defended it to himself. He was going to be home all day. It was like wearing at night. And, there were so many diapers in his room, who would notice a missing one.

By the time Tom and Greg both returned from winter break, Max had been wearing diapers non-stop for almost 2 weeks. He would push them down to shit still, but wouldn’t really even clean himself up as much as he used to. It was a diaper, right? He’d think as he pulled the wet diaper from around his ankles after he shit. The guys got home at night, and it was not unexpected that Max was wearing, although he greeted them in just his diaper and short socks, which made them both grin broadly.

But, Max had not counted on how many diapers he had gone through. The next morning, Greg noted that almost 60 diapers had been used since before they left.

“Max, that’s like 4 per day, buddy” Greg said sternly for the 4th or 5th time. Max looked down. He had used every excuse he could think of, and the only thing left to him was the truth.

“Well, I’ve been wearing the diapers during the day. All day.” Max intoned, very slowly, pronouncing every word as if they were fragile strange things. Greg looked at him, sitting on the side of the bed – the sheet crinkling with his movements – his diaper wet, bulging at his crotch. It did not occur to Max to be embarrassed at his used diaper.

And, surprisingly, Greg smiled. He ruffled his hand through Max’s hair. “Look. Diapers are cheap. We can get more. Use as many as you want. If you want to wear all the time, Tom and I will totally support that” Greg said. As if on cue, Tom peaked his head it, and yelped “We sure will!” and then continued down the hall.

Max realized two things that day. He did feel more comfortable wearing diapers during he day. But, his clothes did not fit well over them. He had spent the holiday break at home, and now he was confronted with the prospect of going to class in diapers. He went through jeans, khakis, shorts. In all of them, the diaper was woefully obvious at least to his nervous eyes. He examined himself in the mirror again, his j-crew Khakis over his diaper… the diaper contour stretching the confines of his crotch and butt, and worse still, it rustled loudly, and peaked up above the too-low waist band.

Max eventually settled on sweat pants, through which the diaper was somewhat concealed in the folds of extra cloth. To his surprise, when he arrived in the kitchen that morning, Tom had packed him a lunch for class in a paper bag. He stuffed it into his bookbag and grinned as Tom slapped him on his diapered ass. He barely registered that Gregs hand came up and cradled Toms neck as he was walking out the door.

Those weeks, in the early winter were both easy and careless. Max was often seen around campus in his navy blue sweat pants, paired with all manner of t-shirts or Henley’s and an accompanying jacket. Some students who sat beside him swore he smelled odd, musky, stale. Others noticed nothing. Similarly, some talked about his growing crotch or enlarging butt. There were rumors, but they only skirted the truth. The rumors rarely reached Max’s ears. When Greg or Tom heard about them, they fed the rumors slightly, obliquely. The word diaper was only mentioned in passing, hushed whispers.

For himself, Max slept soundly at night and romped during the day. He was surprisingly happy. His thoughts had become strangely simplified. Sometimes he almost thought that his thought-process had become more child-like. He had altered his routine somewhat to accommodate the diapers, but that was greatly outweighed by the added security and comfort he got from them. This joy was not lost on Greg and Tom.

It was early in March when Max noticed that his closet was strangely empty. It was true that he was wearing only a small selection of clothes, but still, he was momentarily taken aback by the empty shelves and naked hangers. He was back early. He has stripped out of his sweats to get them a much needed wash, and was in a white printed t and his diaper, which was slightly used, and hung a little low on his waist. Greg returned from class first to find Max in the living room watching TV and having a beer.

“Hey Greg” Max voiced “What’s with my closet?”

Greg barely noticed Max as he was unpacking his book bag. “Tom and I took the clothes to good will this morning. You cant wear most of them anymore. The better pieces Tom took to consignment to get some extra money to buy you new shit.” He reported matter-of-factly as if stating a fact that did not concern Max.

“Oh” Max paused, taking in this news. “Well, I guess I could use some new clothes” he looked up at the TV as if nothing had happened, and took another sip of his beer. If Tom was going to get him a new wardrobe, great. Nice to have some more pants, he thought philosophically while looking down at his bare legs and exposed diaper. Prior to dinner, when Tom and Greg were in the kitchen, Max was sitting at the table chatting with them. He stood up slowly, and began to walk to the bathroom. Something in the way he walked, slightly bow legged, set Tom off. He walked so much like a toddler.

“He buddy” Tom called conspiratorially “Where you going?”

Max looked back. Strange. The hadn’t been this interested in his comings and goings before. He rubbed his flat stomach absent mindedly, and ran a hand along the waist band of his diaper. His stomach groaned, and he felt the familiar pressure building. “I’m heading to the bathroom Tom” he reported, turning to walk. “Stop!” Tom ordered, brokering no argument. “Greg and I have been talking. We think we’re spending almost $300 per month on your diapers. And, we think you should use them fully. Its just not fair” he reasoned “its like you’re throwing away half our money”

Max stopped, puzzled. Weird argument. He dismissed them and turned to head to the bathroom. He didn’t expect Greg to tackle him, pushing him onto the plush carpet, wrestling him to the ground playfully. They tousled for a couple minutes, laughing at the unexpected physicality of it.

Max was abruptly brought to the present when he felt the pressure in his stomach surge. He had a critical need to shit. He yelped this to Greg in a semi-strangled voice. Greg remained straddles across him, holding his arms to the floor. “Let me up Greg, I really, really gotta go” Max whined again, high pitched, which squirming. Greg paused, looking down. He mercilessly pressed a fist slowly into Maxes flat stomach. Max groaned audibly. Greg jumped off him as Max flipped over to his stomach and got himself up on his knees. His lips drew back from his teeth in nether a smile nor a grimace. Very slowly, he levered his butt out and up, his head down but his face out. Greg was kneeling beside him, and slipped a hand under the back of his t-shirt, rubbing his back from neck down to diaper butt.

He locked eyes with Max and spoke carefully. “Don’t hold back Max. It’s OK. Do it.” In that moment, Max didn’t push – no – he simply let go the effort of holding back. And, with that, his bowels rumbled out into his waiting diaper. They filled his diapered seat. This was so much more then wetting. He thought as he felt the hot slimy mess fill his diaper and felt it continue coming out of him. Some part of him was conscious that he wet at the same time. As he continued soiling himself, he broke eye contact with Greg and closed his eyes. His diaper butt felt heavy, and sagged low between his legs.

He eventually laid down on the floor, somehow exhausted. He was all too conscious of the full diaper he wore. Full in every sense. He felt it – warm, wet, and heavy. He smelled it. When he moved it shifted. His cheeks blushed bright red as he thought about what he had done, what he was wearing. He looked up at Tom and Greg who now stood over him… his voice was almost tearful, “I shit in my diaper” he whispered, voice quavering.

That was when he discovered another use for the large levered desk in his room. Greg took him there, walking him gingerly. Tom and Greg had made clear he could not change himself out of this diaper. The “desk” flopped down out of the wall, and Max was stunned to see Tom quickly unfold a cushioned printing plastic mat. Even in his shocked state, standing in his full diaper, he looked at the board, covered in the white plastic mat printed with baseballs, mitts, and bats,

His eyes widened as he looked at Greg, “This is, uh, this is a baby changing table” He said. The sheltered cubbies in the wall were filled with diaper changing supplies; baby oil, and baby powder. Pampers wipes.

Greg paternalistically rubbed Max on the head. “No, buddy, its not a baby changing table. Its a changing table for adults who wear diapers” He reported. With that, he put his strong hands at Max’s waist and hoisted him onto the table, plopping him down on his butt. Max started. The force of him landing pushed his shit all over his backside, making him newly aware of his diaper. Strangely, his cock became hard.

Tom appeared, and pulled off his shirt, and pushed him flat onto his back. In the hours after, Max tried to forget the humiliation of that 15 minutes. He laid on that table with his butt in the air, and the smell of his shit, while Greg cleaned his butt and Tom rubbed his chest and soothed him. He cried softly through much of the change, but his dick remained hard. Greg teased him as he put him back into a dry diaper, this time liberally applying baby oil. When he stood up, he noticed that the baby oil and powder lent him a much more infantile smell.

It was no less then 2 months later that the first diaper-messing seemed a distant, foreign memory to Max. He tried to remember how and why it had felt so strange; this was the most natural of impulses. Letting go. He did it easily now. It just came out into his diaper. Wetting or messing. It was a diaper. It was to be used. He has wet and messed himself at breakfast yesterday, and told Tom this thought. Tom had praised him.

“Yeah, of course, Max. For you, using you diaper is and should be the most natural thing in the world. Its the same way for all little boys” Max lifted up his chin and grinned at Toms praise. It meant a lot to him, to have Tom or Greg praise him. He would glow for hours afterwards.

True to his word, Tom had stocked his closet with clothes that were much better suited to his attire. His jeans now were double stiched with a wide crotch and elastic waist. He had a couple pairs of overalls. Greg had even bought him a onsie recently, saying it was like an undershirt, but better for hiding his diaper. He cringed a little at that recent memory. It seemed more than a little infantile when Greg had snapped that onsie over his diaper. But, he did enjoy the way it had pushed up the diaper against his cock. He became hard just thinking about it. And, the diaper didn’t peak over his pants when he wore them. Practical, Max thought.

Around the house, Max had noticed small changes. Nothing he could put his finger on. He complained to Tom once, and even to his own ears, it sounding like the whining of a spoiled child. The chairs in the kitchen were being changed out, and while Tom and Greg used the two remaining wooden ones, Max was stuck with a smaller plastic one that had a seat belt in it. Of course, the guys never used the belt on him. But, the chair was small, blue and red, with high arms. And, it took him a couple days, but he noticed that he was always drinking out of plastic cups now with lids and straws.

When he mentioned it, Tom laughed “Its nothing. We’re just short on glass cups.” He almost complained when Greg wiped his mouth after dinner, but held himself back. Greg was so gentle with it, so caring, cupping the back of his head and gently wiping the wet wipe over his mouth. And, it felt nice to be touched like that by Greg.

Also, he couldn’t tell if it was just him, but Max noticed that Tom and Greg were increasingly touching or holding each other. Simple hugging, or having arms around each other. The other night, on the couch, Max was in his new onsie and diaper, and sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, and he looked up to see Tom lying with Gregs legs straddling him. When Max looked at them, they smiled and Tom winked. He shrugged, and went back to watching TV.

Max’s last day of class was in the first week of June. He was in his overalls, which he liked wearing now. They were blue-jean color, and cut slightly large. He wore a red onsie underneath them. Tom came with him to class sometimes now, and was with him today. He sat beside Tom in the back row. He set his backpack down by his feet. His sneakers were big, white hightops. He was quite wet, and knew it now that he felt his diaper, although he barely remembered wetting. He whispered this to Tom, who shrugged. He knew that the bathroom in the Carmichael building was a pissing trough with no privacy, and a couple small stalls. There was no place to change a diaper. Max silently cursed when he felt the need to mess half way through lecture. He tugged on Toms sleeve.

It was no use. While the professor talked about early agrarian economies, Max succumbed and soiled his diaper badly, feeling the hot mess and squirting piss assail his diaper simultaneously. Soon, the dirty diaper smell became obvious.

“Did you mess?” Tom queried, grimacing “Phewy, that stinks. Lift up, stinky butt, let me see. It smells like you leaked.” Max lifted his butt slightly for Tom, who saw the damp crescents across the back his butt. “Damn it! I knew we should have switched to those other diapers. Greg was right” Max dropped his head onto the desk, as nearby students started turning. In the preceding months, the rumors of a diaper-wearing student had solidified, and were now commonly known.

“Max, did you fucking mess you diaper again, baby?” a loud mouthed frat guy hooted from 2 rows in front. “I can smell that shit from here. Daddy’s gonna have to get you changed” he laughed, as a chorus of other students joined in giggling nervously and looking at Max. Kyle a sophomore seated beside Tom, was less forgiving.

“Damn it. It smells like a diaper-baby-fucking-nursery here. If you’re still wetting and shitting your diapers like a baby maybe you should be in nursery school and not a college seminar, and let us adults concentrate?” Kyle lectured.

To the sound of laughs, Max walked out of the lecture hall, his wet and messy diaper obvious as Tom walked beside him.

After that episode in lecture, the changes came quickly for Max throughout that spring and summer.

He was already diapered all the time, and, after his original diapers leaked occasionally, Greg had switched him to thicker diapers. He had seen the ordering site; these were diapers only worn by completely incontinent men. They were loud, thick, and impossible to hide. In order to compensate, his wardrobe had changed radically. The onsies had multiplied. They were perfect for fitting over the thick diapers. They held them up, and in place. And, Greg liked to say, they prevented Max from tampering with his own diapers. As if Max was going to. He was perfectly content with Greg and Tom handling that.

The story of his soiling his diaper in class had become common knowledge. Their school was not large, and now it seemed that every student knew that Max wore diapers. This was a blessing and a curse. After initial mocking and taunting, students seems to let him be. It was for the best, since his diapers were not easily concealable under his clothes. He was mostly in overalls now when he went out. On some of the overalls, there were leg snaps so that Tom or Greg could get to his diaper easier. With the leg snaps and the onsie, he was surprised to realized they could change his diapers without undressing him.

In addition to his onsies, he had sleepers for overnight – long tight playful printed things which exaggerated the contour of his diaper butt and his thin toned limbs. For the day, he had slowly built up a collection of toddlerish clothes: rompers for in the house – loose garments in which he could play. Greg had also bought him some shortalls, which were mostly for inside, but he had endured an embarrassing trip to the park in them once, where, blessedly, he had not been seen. But, often, he was in just a diaper or a t-shirt and diaper.

The other changes were incremental. The desk-changing table came down permanently, with a baby-boy printed covering, and became a changing table in truth.

He first had a towel around his neck, then, when the towel grew dirty with his food, he was given a bib. His plastic chair with a belt became a larger chair with a tray, and then a lockable high chair. His plastic-covered cup became a sippy cup.

It was this way that Max found himself near the end of the summer. He had been home from classes for 2 months, and his life had become, in reality, that of a kid. Maybe even that of a toddler he thought. He still had say over his actions. But, he was, in some ways confined by his diaper and clothing. And, in truth, he needed the diapers now, and had come to enjoy them.

It was a morning in late summer when Max stumbled from his bed – still plastic sheet covered, but now with short railings. He was clad in a tight white onsie which had small barely visible soccer ball prints. This onsie covered his engorged diaper. He waddled more then walked into the hallway. Sounds down the hall caught his attention and he wandered to them, opening the door to Greg’s room. He paused at the door. Greg and Tom were both naked, kneeling, Greg straddling Tom from the back. Toms dick was hard. Greg was behind him. They both looked up at Max. Their skin was glistened with sweat.

“Hi boy” Greg voiced, throaty, husky. “You come to play with your daddies?” he asked. Max looked over, and felt his cock hard in his diaper. Greg looked at Max “You know that inflatable stuffed horse we got you? Go get it, come back” Max scampered through the house, returning moments later. “Mount it at the foot of the bed” Greg ordered, while Tom moaned.

Max sat down at the foot of the bed and straddled his horse. His wet diaper, bound by his onsie, pushed up mightily against his cock.

“Now ride it until you cum” Greg ordered, and he continued taking Tom from behind. Max moved his hips back and forth, while looking at Tom and Greg, and feeling his cock trapped, hard, in the wet diaper. He was about to cum when Tom reached forward and slipped something into his mouth. It was long and plastic, and Max felt the guard around his mouth. It was a large pacifier. He sucked and sucked and watched the men above him gyrating as his dick exploded into his waiting diaper. He continued humping and moaning as he fell forward.

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Whoever you are... you took me by surprise! 😂

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Rubber. So tight, so slick - encasing, enfolding, converting, perverting, transforming…

You feel it, tight across your skin - enfolding your whole body. Not a single millimetre of your body is left uncovered: you feel that calming, tingling tightness stretch over your arms, your thighs, your chest, your arse, your cock, your hands - it even squeezes between your toes, around your balls - and pushes up into the hungry buzz of your twitching hole…

The hood enfolds your head. It is tight, dark, silent and sightless - it is already smooth and slick with the sweat that oozes from what was once your skin - at least, before the rubber became your NEW skin.

The sensations are overwhelming: the heat, the tightness, the slick trickle of your trapped sweat caught within the insulating rubber. You reach down blindly - try to touch your cock; your gloved hands feel the pulsing thrust of your perverse arousal, but you are denied true pleasure - rubber merely meets rubber, and you find that you cannot truly feel their stroking touch; frustrated, you try to pull off the restricting rubber sheath, but it merely tightens its grip, squeezing painfully around your encased and straining cock. You try to scream - but the rubber already fills the hole that was once your mouth; it slicks over your tongue, fills your throat, and finally silences every sound you try to make. All that now issues from the slick red tube is a wet gurgling moan - accompanied by the squeaking sound of rubber upon rubber.

You should be terrified - and yet your urge to struggle, your need to fight, slowly seems to seep away from you: as if it is being sucked from your soul by the endless, beautiful onslaught of pressure, of heat, and of muffling pleasure. You know you should resist, and yet - despite the fear, despite the pain - despite the knowledge that the rubber now coats you - defines you - you find yourself yielding to a growing hunger to simply submit - to let go, surrender, forget, relax… Distantly, you realise that the rubber is slowly CONSUMING and ERODING you - taking your body, your identity, your mind - and yet, you find you no longer care. You relax - let go - embrace the transformation - and BECOME…

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Having an Introverted Little Means...

Learning the signs that they have become “socailly exhuasted” and taking them someone solitary for some alone time

Not being upset or jealous if you are not their “never exhuasting” person (some of us have friends who never seem to drain our social battery)

Understanding that you may have to leave some social events early because your little just can’t do it anymore

Knowing that your little may use regression as a way to socailly recharge 

Helping them recgharge by snuggling up and watching cartoons together (no talking, just quiet snuggle time)

Not guilting them over “missed” social opportunities 

Never, ever, forcing them into a social situation 

Understanding that they will need time alone (yes, time alone without you)

Checking in on them while you’re out and about, seeing if their battery is getting low

Being “the bad guy” and ending a playdate early when you notice that your little is close to exhusation 

Creating a code of words or small hand signals so your little can discreetly let you know how they are doing

Having their comfort object(s) handy when you go out

Encourage them to make new friends, but don’t force them

Planning regression dates that are mostly at home or in places that aren’t usually crowded

Remembering that being an introvert is not the same as having social anxiety! Many introverts are very social, but once they’ve used up all their social energy for the day then they are done. Learn about their social limits, because it’s different for everyone! Some of us have a very big capacity for socailization before we run out and some of us have a very small capacity, every introvert is different! 

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Step by step guide - kite fold with tri-fold booster.

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“The check” A request for diaperdayshaze A little continuation of my daddy-little boy series of vids. Hope you enjoy.

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Day 47.

So America just topped 1 million cases and 58000 deaths.

The White House cancelled today's briefing, because it hurt the president's feelings?

Oh ok. Almighty then. Nothing to see here. 🙄

Thanks for the messages over the last 24 hours. I've been busy, been at it since 630 this morning, it's good to be working again, but I've kind of gotten used to those lazy afternoon naps with my boys and the puppers

Like the hood? That's a serious hood and muzzle meant for serious hard core kinksters! House of Basciano of course. I'm a huge fan!

I got a message this morning from a young man in Pennsylvania. Thanking me for my blog, before he stumbled across it, he felt like a freak for having the fantasies he's having. He was afraid to voice them. Fantasies about being kidnapped and tortured and abused and held prisoner as a sex slave. Definitely things that are right up my alley!

When I was a young gay man exploring the leather BDSM world for the time, I was fortunate that I had an experienced mentor. Fuck, the things he did to me! He wanted to own me. And I wanted to own others.

One of the best pieces of advice he ever gave me, was to read, cover to cover Larry Townsend's Leatherman's Handbook. It's from the 70's, but it established the foundations of everything that came afterwards. I also read Ties That Bind and Slavecraft by Guy Baldwin, Mr. International Leather 1989.

For any "newbie", relax. We were all there at one time. If you aren't comfortable approaching others for advice and council, these books are a great place to start.

If your fantasies run to the ... shall we say, darker side. Larry Townsend's "A contagious Evil: The Mind of a Serial Killer" will blow your fucking mind! I drew definite inspiration from that book in the early days of writing this blog.

Even now, thinking of "Charlie, the motorcycle cop" makes my cock throb in my pants and start to ooze precum. Not for the faint of heart.

It's my turn to cook tonight, we take turns. Each of us. I'm making what I always make, and the boys always love!

Chinese take out! LOL

Have yourself a kinky leather filled day!!