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Finally Good Enough

"That's it, baby, give Grandma a great big smile! Good boy!"

I blush as my mother-in-law coos down at me. Despite my overwhelming embarrassment, I can't help but babble and grin like an overgrown infant as the older woman frets over me.

My wife's hypnotic suggestion to "be a good baby for Grandma" is just too strong.

As my mother-in-law leans into my crib to pinch my cheek again, I feel an ominous gurgle form in my stomach. The baby part of my brain that is driving this ship giggles as a loud toot escapes my cheeks.

"Oh, is my precious little man working on a present for his Grammy?"

I want to close my eyes. I want to jump up, run away and hide. I want to be anywhere but here.

Instead, I let out a cheery wet raspberry before pulling my knees towards my chest and messily filling the seat of my pants while my wife's mother looks on, laughing.

My 'Grammy' reaches a weathered, feminine hand to my ass as I finish, squeezing the disgusting mess back against my skin.

Despite my internal mortification, outwardly I kick my legs excitedly as I babble out wordless excitement.

"That's right, sweet pea! You did make Grammy a big, stinky present, didn't you? You're such an adorable, pathetic little man! Yes you are!"

The words burn in my ears. But, her gentle, condescending tone causes my outward self to beam even more broadly.

"Well, baby, I guess there's no use in putting this off! Your Mommy would never let me babysit again if she came back to find you in a messy diaper," my mother-in-law says as she efficiently gathers changing supplies.

"You know, little one," she continues as she unsnaps the buttons on my onesie, "I never thought you were good enough for my little girl. But, now, seeing you here, like this... Well... Let's just say I am beginning to see the appeal."

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Young, Wild, and Free

Loving, carefree, spontaneous. She’s the whole package.

Every day with her is an adventure.

When you’re with her it’s like the rest of the world fades away. Lost in her beautiful chaos. Like none of the rules matter.

You’re never as alive—as free—as these special moments with her. When nothing matters but her radiant smile.

Whether it’s dancing like nobody is watching in the middle of a busy park, getting lost in the back alleys of Madrid, or even building ridiculous blanket forts at home, you’re hopelessly addicted to her joie de vivre.

There’s no such thing as a bad day with her. Two years into your relationship and you’re as hopelessly addicted to her smile as the day you met.

She’s everything you could ever ask for.

There’s only one problem: she loves you just the way you are.

For most people, that’s hitting the jackpot. A beautiful woman who loves you for who you are?

If only you were like most people.

Most people aren’t doomed to a life in diapers, hopelessly destined to inevitably fill each one up.

Most people aren’t still virgins at 25, unable to convince anyone your diapers render you anything but cute.

To the outside world, you’re the perfect couple. Undeniable chemistry, matching humor, and always touching each other.

And they’re not wrong—you do have all that and more. A deep, loving connection that most people only read about in romance novels.

But unlike most people, you’ll never have sex with the love of your life.

And it’s not because she gets off on denying you. It’s not because she doesn’t love you. It’s not even because she doesn’t find you attractive.

She’s told you a thousand times after all your desperate, silly whining.

“Honeybun, you got the greatest gift in the world! Your diapies have kept you pure and innocent, uncorrupted by icky sex! I love you because of your childlike wonder! Why would I take the best part of you for a few minutes of bliss?”

Nothing you say makes the slightest but of difference. She has no interest in taking your virginity.

No interest in seeing the irony that she’s had, and still has plenty of sexual partners—while you jealously listen in the next room—yet still has the same attitude as you.

You are her special boy.

And that’s all that matters to her. The closest you get to sex is when she energetically wipes you clean during diaper changes.

She’s perfectly fine ignoring your little diaper tent after a long make out session. Kissing is somehow okay—but anything else would ruin who you are apparently.

But you’re still hopelessly, irrevocably in love with her.

Nothing could ever change that. She’s the woman of your dreams. Not even a lifetime of imagining what it would be like to be with her can change that.

As long as you get to spend your time with her, you’re okay with waiting until she’s asleep so you can slide a pillow under you and quietly hump your soggy diaper.

Your quiet crinkles an ode to the woman you’ll never be with—but can’t live without.

Which is why you’re not faking your smile as you spin and dance with her in the middle of a busy park.

You have everything you ever wanted.

Almost.

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I've got a scenario that I haven't been able to string out fully in case it piques your interest: An experienced adult baby sitter coaches her friend, who's been interesting in adult baby sitting but too nervous to do it herself, through a day with a sweet and energetic adult baby.

”Make sure you fold and fluff the diaper before you put it on him,” Kelly explained, as she did just that. Her friend Lauren looked on intently, trying to memorize every motion. Meanwhile, their charge for the day lay docilely on his changing mat, waiting for a fresh replacement to his soiled morning diaper.

“Thanks again for letting me tag along,” Lauren said. “And for bringing up the subject with Mrs. Sanderson.”

“Don’t even mention it!” Kelly said, as she unfurled the diaper and scooted it under the boy’s bottom. He was trained well enough to lift up automatically, without being asked. “And by the way, you can just call her Jane. We’re practically the same age. It’s only this little guy who has to show respect.” She added with a giggle.

The diaper boy had lowered his bottom onto the open and waiting diaper. Lauren noted clinically how small her was, and how well he fit on the diaper. It was no wonder that Mrs. Sanderson, or Jane, had put her hubby back into diapers.

“Is this how you learned?” Lauren asked.

“Oh yeah. I was even more confused than you are,” Kelly replied, grabbing the baby powder. “Here, you want to do the honors?”

Lauren sprinkled a hefty amount of baby powder all over the diaper boy’s private parts, before watching Kelly expertly pull up the front of the diaper and tape the boy securely away. A small puff of powder escaped the confines of the diaper.

“There we go, another safe and secure diaper boy,” Kelly said proudly. “At least until lunch time. Maybe for the next diaper change, I’ll let you have a go at it. Unless it’s messy of course. It took me a while to get the hang of those ones.”

Lauren’s face dropped and Kelly laughed. Their diapered charge was getting to his feet, putting his big puffy bottom at the eye level of the two women, who were still gathering up the supplies from the diaper change. Kelly gave the big diaper bottom a pat, releasing another cloud of powder.

“Don’t worry, though,” Kelly said. “Pretty soon you’ll be a pro at this, and be able to handle all the little diaper boys in the area by yourself. You’ll see. You’ll be a natural adult babysitter in a few diaper changes, just you wait!”

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Sissy ready for bed

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Cucksitting

Cucksitting

Andrew: “Hey, would you be available to look after the little guy again this Friday night?”

Me: “The little guy? Your husband?”

Andrew: “Yeah, my ‘hubby.’ We’ve given him a new set of rules and we want to make sure he is following them to the letter.”

Me: “Sure, I can stop by for a few hours. What are you and Matt doing anyway?”

Andrew: “Awesome, thanks so much! We are just going to a nice fetish bar near the house.  Might try and get us a three way going 😉”

Me: “Sounds like a good night! I’ll make sure Freddy is a good subby.”

Andrew: “Excellent, we’ll leave a list of his new rules on the table, thanks for taking care of the little guy!”

Me: “Why do you keep calling him that?”

…

Knock Knock Knock

Freddy answers the door. He looks flushed, he has a bit of a blush.

“Hey Jesse, um… what are you doing here?” Freddy said.

“Hi subby, Andrew asked me to stop by and make sure you were following your new rules.” I paused, letting Freddy take a second to absorb that.

“Um, they asked you to do it?” Freddy said with a gulp, still blushing bright red.  He seemed to be fidgeting a little bit, which I didn’t pay much mind.

“Yes, now why don’t you show me the rules they laid out for you?” I ask, giving him a nod and entering the house despite his not inviting me in.

Freddy kind of awkwardly walked to the kitchen, still red in the face. I thought I could hear a rustling, but I chalked it up to ambient noise.  

Freddy picked up the sheet of paper that had been left on the table, and with a bit of sigh, handed it to me.

Hi Jesse,

Thanks so much for cucksitting for us!  Matt and I really appreciate it. Here a  list of rules for cucky.

1.        Bedtime is 10 pm sharp (don’t worry he gets  to stay up on Saturdays)

2.        Freddy is to be in a diaper at all times.

3.        Freddy needs an adult to be let out of his diapers,  for any reason.

4.        Freddy will do as his cucksitter says.

5.        If you want, you can let Freddy cum once, as  long as you think he’s earned it.

We will gladly pay you $20 an hour, just  like we would any babysitter. Just take it directly out of Freddy’s wallet 😊

Kisses!

P.S. the password for the parental controls  is 3953, but don’t let Freddy know!

It took me a minute to read the note, and then another minute and a hasty glance at Freddy to check his person for a diaper or a bulge to reread the note. I looked up to see Freddy’s black face staring nervously at me. I’ve never seen this kind of thing before, it seems they were infantilizing him as much as they could. Seems interesting.

I gave his little crotch a pat and heard that same crinkling from his walk earlier. Something primal in me made a decision.

This was going to be fun.

“So, little guy, was this Matt’s idea? Or Andrew’s?” I asked, as kept patting Freddy’s crotch.  

Freddy’s lips started to quiver and he squeaked out a response. “Matt’s.  He thought since he finally moved in that I should start dressing for my role in the house.”

I chuckled at that, I’m sure all three of these guys were enjoying the new dynamic, even if Freddy wouldn’t admit it.

“That’s so nice!” I gave his butt a firm smack “Did you thank the nice man?”

Freddy yelped and then hesistantly added “Yeah, Andrew had me draw Matt a nice picture of a rainbow. “ After a second, Freddy begrudgingly added “They liked it so much they put it up on the fridge.”

I giggled a little bit and covered my mouth. Freddy noticed me giggling it and pulled back while his expression changed.

“I’m sorry Freddy that was just so adorable!” I exclaimed, not wanting to put the little guy in a bad mood.

“I’m not adorable. I’m a man” Freddy grumbled.

“I’m sorry Freddy, how about we go watch some tv and just chill for a bit. How does that sound?”

Freddy still seemed a bit distraught over my giggling.

“Come on, Andrew was nice enough to leave me the parental code, we can watch whatever you want!”

Freddy didn’t audibly respond but he gave a good nod.

I gave his butt another pat and had him lead the way.  As we got into the living room and he went to sit, I stopped him. “Hold on Freddy, is that really comfortable?”

“Is what comfortable?” Freddy asked, visibly confused.  Also, I noticed a return of the fidgeting from earlier.

“I mean, it’s the summer. Wouldn’t it be nice to just sit on the couch without any pants?”

Freddy’s face began to blush again, and he gave me a pitiful look. Poor guy, I’m not halfway finished.

“Yeah Freddy, I definitely think your pants should go off before you sit on the couch. For your own comfort.” I grinned like a hyena at the last bit.  I knew this little loser was about to be in his pampers in front of me, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“I um, do I have to?”

With full eyes, looking him in the face I go “Yes. And quickly.”

Freddy was a lean muscular guy, it was always fun watching him undress. He slowly shaked his pants down, revealing a bright cartoonish affair that was utterly adorable. I stepped around to get a look at his backside, something about the view of Freddy, with his thick swaddled behind just really got my engine going.

Freddy realized I was leering and started shuffling out of the room, still fidgeting a bit. I think I knew where he was going, and his fidgeting suddenly made sense.

“Where are you going, lil guy?” I asked, feeling very confident I knew the answer.

“I uh, was going to the bathroom to pee real quick.”  Freddy stopped and the fidgeting started again.

“Don’t you need an adult’s help to take that diaper off?” I asked, in an aggressive tone.

I could see Freddy, despite all his blushing and cuteness, was turned on.  He was starting to get a bit erect, easy to tell thanks to how big his penis was.

“Um yes. Jess-“ I cut him off.

“That’s Mr. Jesse to you, kiddo.”

“U-uh Mr. Jesse would you please help me?”

“Help with what, kiddo?” I closed the distance between us quickly to push his chin up, to make him look me in the eye.

He was flustered and nervous, maybe a bit overwhelmed.

“Mr. Jesse would you help me take my diaper off so I could use the, the, potty, sir?”

I would have to write Matt and Andrew a thank you card, I loved dominating this little loser, but getting to treat him like a child, see him this embarrassed, was a whole new level. I loved it.

“Oh kiddo”  I gave his back a few sympathy pats “Absolutely not.”  I let my answer sink in for a moment and as he goes to stammer out his response I cut him off with a finger to the lips “I’m sorry kiddo, what am I here to do again?”

I remove the finger so he can say “To make sure I follow the rules.”

I nod. “More then that though kiddo, what am I doing?”

I had dominated Freddy a few times, but I was being particularly forward about it this time. Something about this masculine man in a big diaper convinced me I should take as much of his pride as I could.

“Cucksitting me, Mr. Jesse.”

I smiled. “Right. Now go sit down, and we’ll watch whatever you like, and then you’ll show me just how funny a grown man looks while he uses a diaper.”

Freddy started to stutter out a response, but after seeing my glare, went to go sit down on their couch.

True to my word, we watched whatever he liked. Freddy kept his nervous fidgeting up through the first part of the M-Rated movie he had us watching, until he couldn’t stop fidgeting.

After about an hour, despite how funny it was seeing him fidget like he was doing a potty dance, I decided it was time to push him a bit. “You know Freddy, I’ve told you what’s going to happen. By fighting it, you are really only making it harder on yourself.”

Freddy looked me in the eyes, and after a sigh, uncrossed his legs and stood up.

I immediately heard a sigh of relief as the cartoon figures on his diapers started to hold up umbrellas. It was cute and funny at the same time.  I looked up and down at Freddy, who’s diaper was now significantly swollen.

While laughing, I go “Now cucky, was that so hard?”

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Sog monster strikes again! 😝

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Quotas

(Story is fictional)

Quotas.

That's the key, quotas.

I'm a high functioning business executive. I help run a fortune 500 company and work part time as a consultant. I like improving things. Making them the best possible versions of themselves. I'm a perfectionist by nature and knowing I can make something just a little bit better is what gets me up in the morning.

That's part of why I'm so successful in your community. I've got sixteen "boys'' under my thumb already. It doesn't take much effort, honestly it's a lot like consulting. I get texted questions that the sender urgently needs answered, knowing that I will provide guidance and instruction. An occasional power lunch to go over goals, projects, etc. When you think about it, someone emailing you to fervently ask how they can they get board approval on their procedures before the next big audit isn't too much different then someone asking if they can please, please please take off their diaper for a lunch with their parents; Both senders are pretty desperate.

There is intimacy at times, there has to be for this sort of thing. Whenever I'm taking new applicants I get to know the prospective diaper boys, learn their personalities. The best possible version of a thing (or diaper boy) depends on the thing (or diaper boy). Not everyone is into messing, but if you are you can be sure I'll make you a pro at it. Some diaper boys enjoy the idea of being seen as docile and submissive in their day to day life, I'll help make them into the sweetest things they can be, unable to even raise their voice at an adult.

Once I've gotten your goals in mind, and once I know you are dedicated, we start writing up your plan.

You ever heard of an IEP? It's something students are given to best dedicate themselves to growth. You and I (mostly I) are going to sit down and think of all the things we need to do to get you where you want to go. You are gonna have to give me your deepest, most humiliating truths and desires. Once we've written up all your embarrassing fantasies and how to get there, you'll be signing the document and taking a copy home. I'll be keeping the original.

It takes a lot of setup at first, and in the first few months there's no shortage of frantic phone calls from someone freaking out. I calm them down, let them take a step back, and then we keep going. The road to success is filled with setbacks, and I understand that.

But eventually, once they've gotten all settled in, it really just comes down to one thing.

Quotas.

It's a simple concept, fulfill your quotas, get a reward. Or more specifically, meet your monthly goals and get some time outside of your cage.

As I said, there's a build up. But you have no idea how exciting it is to me to watch a grown man go red in the face when I tell him his quota is making 30 messy diapers in public this month. Seeing his little cock twitching in his cage as he realizes his coach has given him a new seemingly impossible goal.

That's how I'm able to take on and maintain so many new clients. Once I've gotten them setup, their custom cock cages ordered, made sure they have a regular supply of diapers, I just need to give them new quotas every month to make sure they are hitting their goals. With my signed copy of all your wants in hand, it's easy.

I don't get many, but I do spend my free afternoons or early mornings playing with various boys. Changing a diaper here or there, giving one on one "tutoring" if they are behind in a goal. I'll gladly hold their hand while I make them walk out into public and have a messy accident in their diaper. It's a lot of fun.

Fail to reach your quotas one month? That's fine, we'll try them again next month. Hell, if you only missed one quota out of several I may even still let you have an orgasm that month, depending on your enthusiasm.

Little Johnny came to me as a college sophomore with anger issues and a fear of sexual encounters. He's graduating this fall and he's known as the sweetest little kid on campus. Always baking things for his roomies, bringing food to events, saying "sir" or "mam" to underclassmen. He also has a reputation as the best cocksucker on campus. He does it all in a diaper too! Can you believe it?

Ezekiel came to me telling me he just wanted to be a total and absolute bedwetter. Well we've had to invest in some training pants for him because if so much as daydreams he starts to dribble in his pants. Don't even get me started on how thick his overnight diapers are these days. Not to mention, he can't possibly go to sleep without his stuffies and his paci.

Kevin is my favorite. Kevin's a special case. I'll talk more about him later.

So do you want to be trained to wet yourself without thinking about it? Wear pink more? Become a cuckold?

Send me a message, we can go over your qualifications.

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I Just Had to Share the Good News.

Hey y'all, it's your girl! So, I have some big news. I literally can't stop smiling. I'm just so happy. So, you know how I've been talking about pursuing that special guy? Well, I finally got him! Yep, I did it. I'm officially his new Mo..er..girlfriend. Sorry to burst any bubbles out there. But I know what's been going on, don't think I hadn't noticed a few of you trying to get his attention too. I guess he just couldn't resist my nurturing charms. Sorry to disappoint, but I've got him on lockdown.

And Becky, girl... I saw you in his DMs. Trying to "warn" him about me, or whatever? Trying to persuade him away from me! Yeah, I'm on to you, talking behind my back, saying I'm "unstable" and calling me "obsessive and controlling!" Bitch, you don't know me! You're all just jealous; you can't compete with this. He knows where he's fed now.

So yeah, deal with it. Because he's preoccupied with me full-time now, he won't have time to hang out with any of you hussies anymore. Yeah, I know many of you were trying to tempt my sweet boy. Trying to corrupt him with the pleasures of the flesh! Tisk, tisk. Some of you need to learn a little more self-respect. So, to all you promiscuous harlots out there, throwing yourself at my little guy, you should know, he's not interested in that type of filth anymore! Not when he has me for his cuddles n' snuggles.

Besides, since I've made some...alterations to his wardrobe. Let's just say he's got a little more 'cushion for the pushin.' And you can be sure, I've got him makin those pushies on the regular. Just like my good boy should. So, gone are the days of ya'll trying to get in his pants. But hey, if you still really want to try, just don't forget to bring the proper supplies. Haha. But, really, though, just back off! Because I'm the one who keeps him fresh, and I'm the one who keeps him clean! And I'm the only one who understands his wants and needs, even more than he does himself.

It's a shame I didn't secure him sooner. But no worries, we'll make up for lost time. Since I'm overseeing his schedule chart and daily activities now, we'll be spending more time together than ever. He's already found the simple joy in earning stickers on his chart for his special rewards each day. It's all part of the process, and before too long, he'll have a whole new set of habits more in line with our new lifestyle together. Oh, never mind, ya'll probably wouldn't understand anyway.

But you know what? Maybe once we're all settled in, I could throw a little 'get-together,' show there's no hard feelings. Haha, yeah, y'all can even try to flirt with him again, if you like. Though by then, I'll have him so accustomed to his new routine he won't pay any attention or affection to anyone but me. I'll be the only one who can soothe him just the way he likes—or will come to like, eventually. So yeah, I guess I'm saying, I won! The competition is over. I'm his world now, and none of you can even come close to the bond we're establishing.

Well, alright, this full little guy here still needs to be burped. But I just had to share the good news. Bye-bye for now!

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Papa decided to throw a barbecue for the neighbors and all their littles.

I smile as I take a sip of my beer and watch the tableau of joy around me.

To my left, a young man and woman sit in a large playpen, dressed in nothing but their diapers and small t-shirts, babbling away incoherently behind their binkies.

In front of me, another group of adults sprint across the grass, giggling in an epic game of tag. I catch a flash of a soggy pull-up as an one exuberant woman trips, causing the short skirt of her gingham dress to flip up.

A hand pats my back as my friend Jim says, wistfully, "Don't you love getting the neighborhood together?"

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Bathrooms are for grown-ups

Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, twisting the hem of his sweatshirt in his fists. The childish pull-ups he wore whispered faintly with each movement, a reminder of the half-life he had been living for months. Not underwear, not diapers just a compromise, one that let him pretend he hadn’t fully surrendered. But the charade weighed on him. He wanted to stop balancing on the edge. He wanted to fall all the way into Mommy’s arms.

When she stepped into the room, humming as she set a basket of folded laundry on the dresser, he froze. His cheeks burned hot as though she could see straight through him. She tilted her head, noticing his restlessness. “You’ve been fidgeting all day, pumpkin. Do you have something you’d like to tell Mommy?”

His throat tightened, but the words tumbled out in a rush. “Mommy… I think I want diapers. Instead of pull-ups.”

For a moment she just stared, and his chest clenched in fear of rejection. Then her whole face lit up. She crossed the room in a heartbeat, cupping his cheeks in both hands. “Oh, baby boy,” she cooed, “you’ve made Mommy so proud. No more halfway. No more pretending. My little one is ready for his diapers at last.”

Relief and humiliation surged through him at once. He nodded mutely as she hugged him tight, patting the damp swell of his pull-up. Her eyes danced with mischief when she pulled back. “You know what that means, don’t you? No more toilets. No more sneaking off like a silly big boy. From now on, all your tinkles and pushies belong in your diapers where they’ve always belonged.”

He shivered, nodding again. “Y-yes, Mommy.”

She leaned closer, whispering playfully, “Maybe I should put a lock on the bathroom door. Then you won’t even be tempted. You’ll walk past it and know it isn’t for you anymore. Only for Mommy.”

The words made his face flush crimson. The image was both dreadful and deeply comforting. Mommy saw it instantly and giggled. “Aww, baby, that blush tells me everything. You want Mommy to take the choice away, don’t you? My padded boy wants to be kept safe from temptation.”

She stood, dusting her hands as if it were already decided. “Now, let’s get rid of these pull-ups. You won’t be needing them anymore.” She opened his drawer, gathering the colorful stack in her arms. Ethan stared, stunned. “Wh-what are you going to do with them?”

“Why, give them to Anna, of course,” she answered cheerfully. “Derek still has a few good weeks in pull-ups before Anna decides he’s ready for full diapers all the time. He’ll make much better use of these than you ever could.”

Ethan’s stomach dropped. Derek, another grown man, another “little” was already well on his way down the same path. And now Ethan’s last shred of dignity was going to be hand-me-downs for him. Mommy smirked at his stricken expression. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t pout. You should be happy Derek will get to wear them. He’s still in training, you see. But you? You’ve graduated. You’re past pull-ups. You’re Mommy’s diaper boy forever.”

She dropped the gathered pull-ups into a bag, set it aside for Anna, and then turned back to Ethan with a look of triumphant affection. “Now, let’s get you padded properly. Up on the bed, baby.”

His body trembled as she guided him onto the changing mat. She tugged down his sweatpants, whisked away the damp pull-up, and added it to the pile. “The last one,” she murmured with satisfaction, balling it up. “And the very last you’ll ever wear.”

From the dresser, she unfolded a thick, pastel-printed diaper that seemed impossibly big in her hands. She slid it under his hips with practiced ease, dusted him with powder, and taped it snugly around his waist. The soft bulk pressed close, spreading his legs slightly apart. Mommy’s hands lingered on the front, giving it a firm pat.

“There we go,” she said warmly. “Perfect. No more in-betweens. You’re Mommy’s diaper boy now. And every time you waddle past the bathroom, you’ll remember: it’s locked for you, forever.”

Ethan lay back, his heart hammering, his cheeks hot. He felt absurdly small, impossibly vulnerable, yet there was no denying the comfort in her words. Mommy leaned down, pressing her forehead to his, whispering the promise that sealed it all:

“Bathrooms are for grown-ups, darling. And you, my sweet boy, are never going to be a grown-up again.”

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The Negotiator

"What's that, Mr. Bear?" You say as you hold your teddy bear to your ear, "It's too early to go ni-ni?"

I raise an eyebrow suspiciously as I look at you in your crib, freshly dressed in your thick nighttime protection and zipped into your favorite fleece sleeper. Mr. Bear, your favorite stuffie, is held tightly in your hands like he always is.

"I'm a big girl who deserves to stay up and play big girl games? Silly bear, why would you say that?" You continue, a hint of brattiness sneaking into your tone.

I saunter over to your crib and pluck Mr. Bear from your hands.

"She's a big girl?" I ask the bear, seriously, "Where did you ever get that silly idea?"

You stare up at me with big, pleading eyes as I hold the stuffies' mussle to my ear, just like you did moments ago.

"No, no, no," I cluck at the teddy, "That's just silly! Look at her!"

I hold Mr. Bear out as if to inspect you.

"Look at those jammies, with the mittens and zipper on the back? Do they look very big girl?"

I use my fingers to deftly shake Mr. Bear's head like a puppet, demonstrating his agreement with my words. You begin to blush.

"And look at her hair! How many big girls do you know that love pigtails, like our lovely little princess here."

Mr. Bear moves in my hand, as if he is considering my words.

"And what big girl do you know who refuses to sleep without her binky?"

I boop the shield of your pacifier.

"Or wears such thick diapers to bed?"

I reach down and squeeze the front of your diaper.

"And soggy ones at that!"

I pull your teddy to my ear again, and carefully consider your imagined words.

"I agree, Mr. Bear," I say as I place him back in your arms, "She is much too little to stay up! I'm glad you're so reasonable!"

I can't help but grin at your adorable pout as I help you lay down and tuck you in. I plant a kiss on your forehead as you huff in indignation.

"Goodnight, princess! I hope you sleep like a baby."

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when ever i’m asked if the sog monster got me, i always reply with “no, i am the sog monster”👹💦

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Oooo five sentence story!

Okay here we go:

Papa, dealing with Super Duper Advanced Grumpiness from his little one.

Fun one to get it started, Shushy!

You thrash on my lap, flailing your arms kicking and screaming as your bare ass is pointed to the sky.

"You can't fucking do this to me! I'm an adult!" You spit out as you arch your back and turn your neck to look me in the eye.

"No?" I ask, holding my computer--Papa knows a tantrum when he sees one--"We'll see."

A hail of blows rains down on your ass until you collapse over my thighs in total submission.

I pull you into my arms, wrapping my body around yours as you sob into my chest, showing me with your actions that the grumpiness has finally passed.

[herezulo]

Yaaaaayy!!! Ollie ask game :D

Papa drops his little tyke off at daycare ^_^

Milo's dreaming of daycare? What a cutie!

You shiver with nerves as I gently lead you through the door of the daycare, one hand on the small of your back, the other holding the door.

"Hello there, cutie," the attractive attendant working the front desk chirps as we pass into the lobby.

You freeze at the words, clearly nervous about being seen by anyone other than Papa dressed like an overgrown toddler. I can hear a tell-tale hissing emanate from your diaper as anxiety works through your body.

I drop to a knee, and pull your small, adult frame into a hug as I say, "Milo, I know it's scary, buddy, but I promise, today is going to be the best ever."

[herezulo]

forcing the girl who expected to be babysitting me to prostrate and lick my mary janes clean

gazing down at her smugly as she lies helpless before the girl wearing a diaper under a poofy, babyish dress, regretting every teasing word she spoke to me.

her internal dissonance of expecting to baby and patronize me, but wanting so badly to serve me. to be my little plaything.

being snapped back from the distraction of her inner thoughts at my command to keep shining my shoes.

her desire and will tugged on at the whim of my words. unfit to command, as every bit of her confidence was built upon her expectations regarding my attire and what it would indicate about my behavior.

mocking her utter lack of resistance as i pin her to the floor. sitting on her face as i piss myself, making her admit how much she loves it and how undeserving she is of any position of authority

before she knows it, she's been reduced from a babysitter to my pretty little maid, with a title and uniform befitting of her desire to follow my orders and bow before me 🖤

[herezulo]

Papa sets a nerdy little some appropriate homework

Definitely not goals for me

Hmmm... Do I even know any nerdy littles?

"Oh, buddy, what does this word say? I thought you said you were a big boy; I've met kindergarteners with better handwriting," I lecture as I stare at the preschool workbook page you've handed me.

Sure, you labeled all of the cute little animals with your off hand and were told you'd be spanked if you didn't make a precise number of mistakes that only I knew, but, those aren't excuses for shoddy work.

"Come on, sweetie," I say, taking your hand as I lead you back to the nursery, noticing the slowly fading stars on your pull-up as we walk, "I guess preschool is just a little too advanced for you. With work like this, I think a few days back in diapers is in order."

[herezulo]

Papa, being the loving caretaker he is, gives his little one—and each of her six friends—unique, individualized compliments as they trickle out of the house in five minute intervals after a fun pool party.

Rude, Destined! Rude!

I smile as the pack of littles giggle and splash in the small pool, I set up in the backyard. My little one giggles in uninhibited joy as they play freely with their friends, without a care in the world.

I sigh as I look at my watch, confirming it's time for our little shindig to come to an end.

Not wanting to end things abruptly, I pull each little from the pool one by one, drying them off, changing them out of their swim diapers, and giving them each a sweet little compliment to send them on their way.

At least, just me and my sweet baby are left, as I pull them from the pool, wrap them in a hug, and tell them just how much I love them.

😋😋😋 Nice try, soggy britches!