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Cementing yourself as a diapercuck isn't something to be taken lightly. You willingly give away your right to orgasms, sex, porn, adult clothing, making decisions for yourself, adulthood as a whole, all of it. But, you don't mind. You want to be helpless. You want the control taken from you. Now, the only thing you have to do, is start showing off how much of a loser you are. Start by soaking your diaper on video!

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🔞 Diaper Training : my own diaper training rules ⛓️🔥

🍼 Diaper Training

You are not allowed to wear anything other than a diaper as underwear.

You are not allowed to take off your diaper, except to change into a clean one.

You are not allowed to sit on a toilet.

You are not allowed to poop anywhere other than in your diaper.

you have to buy 2 packs of 20 diapers every week, even if you still have a lot of stock (there should never be enough stock)

You are not allowed to wear anything to hold the diaper in place and make it more discreet. You must only wear a diaper, even if it is visible under your clothes. And, if necessary, plastic pants.

Even if the diaper is visible under your clothes, you must wear it.

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Sucks for Cuck

“Let’s check that diaper, cuck”

I whimpered submissively, subconsciously raising gripping the teddy bear that had been my only consolation throughout this whole ordeal and raising to my face, trying to hide the seemingly permanent state of shame I was kept in. His gruff hands lifted up my infantile shirt, further exposing my diaper that was already on full display, as was customary at this point.

I roughly groped the padding between my legs, squeezing it to feel its warmth. It hadn’t drooped to the floor yet, so I knew he wouldn’t deem it worthy of changing, this was all just yet another way to humiliate me. Not that he would change my diaper anyway. “Daddy”, as I was forced to call him, didn’t change diapers. That task was reserved for my wife—or, “Mommy” as she was now called.

He continued to grope me, his fingers playing with the outlines of the flat metal cage confining my cock. I’m ashamed to say it started to stiffen (as little as it could) inside as the blood rushed to it. I hated that I was getting arroused by a grown man squeezing my pissy diaper, but you would too if it was the only stimulation to the area that you got for weeks. Unless you count the cold wipes swiping your balls during a diaper change. Hell, I was pretty much in a constant state of arrousal, so this was hardly a significant phenomenon.

“How long has it been since you came, cuck?” He asked with a sinister smirk.

“13 days s-sir…” I said, trying unsuccessfully to keep my voice from squeaking.

He grinned widely, “Ah…so tomorrow’s the day.”

I nodded desperately, counting down the hours. Mommy, despite going along with most of Daddy’s orders for how their cuck would be treated, still took a bit of pity on me, allowing me to be unlocked every two weeks and given the chance to cum. They would give me 30 seconds, but I only need 10 seconds of humping the floor to blow my built up load into my diaper. I wish I could make the glorious feeling last longer, but the huge wave of release and relief was at least enough to making my frazzled brain relax once my balls had finally been emptied.

“When she offers you the chance to cum tomorrow,” he intoned, “you will refuse.”

My jaw and stomach hit the floor, my eyes wide as saucers, tears welling up within them.

“B-but Daddy…please! No! It’s been so lon—“

“You will refuse.” He repeated firmly. His brow furrowing into a menacing glare that told me he was not playing. “You will tell her you are ‘just a wittle baybee and you don’t deserve to make cummies’ or whatever cutesy shit you have to say. But you will not be cumming. Do you understand me?”

The tears began to fall now, running down my cheeks without restraint. It was pathetic, sure, but I didn’t care. All my pride and dignity were long gone, and the one bright spot left in my life was being stripped away from me too.

“Awww, don’t cry…” he chuckled, not sounding the least bit sympathetic at all, wiping my tears with his finger in a patronizing fashion. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you use your wife’s vibrator every now and then, it’s not like she needs it much anymore. But there is no reason for that little prick of yours to ever be unlocked again.”

I continued to blubber pathetically, fluids running down my face, what the fuck had I been reduced to?

I hadn’t seen him smiling so wide in a long time. He relished the absolute power he had over me. I could see his dick hardening in his pants just from the thought of it. Catching my eye, he stood up from his kneeling position, blocking out the light as he towered over me. His hands fiddled with his belt, his fly, and before I knew it his pants were around his ankles, rock hard 8-inch cock bobbing and throbbing in my face.

“I think it’s time for your bottle.” He said with his hands on his hips, nodding slightly as if giving me permission.

I sighed, wiping the fluids from my face, taking in a long, shaky breath, knowing things would be even worse for me if I hesitated.

I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head of his cock like I’d been taught by my wife, letting my drool run freely, sliding my lips up and down his shaft as my head bobbed back and forth. I’ve found it’s better to do my best during this process, the more enthusiastic I am, the quicker it’s over with.

“You’re becoming quite the little cocksucker.” He sighed softly, dick pulsing in my mouth as I slurped and sucked. “Not even close to as good as your wife, but definitely serviceable.”

I whimpered around his meat in my mouth. Never in my life did i think someone would tell me I was good at sucking on a dick.

“I fucked your wife within an inch of her life last night.” He told me, rubbing it in. As if I didn’t hear her gutteral moans permeating through our shared wall last night, keeping me tossing and turning in my undersized crib. I tried to block out the memory and just focus on my task at hand.

“You should be thanking me.” He said, as if offended that I hadn’t already. “Thank me for fucking your wife the way you never could.”

“Fffank oo surr” I mumbled with his dick still in my mouth. I’d learned before it was a big no no to remove it whenever I was forced to say degrading things about myself.

“For what?”

“Ffur fuhkking moy woiff”

I felt his cock get harder from my words. He really did enjoy the power.

After several seconds of silence other than my sucking and slurping, he spoke again. “Hmm..I have another idea!”

I winced, his ideas were never good.

“You see, I prefer for the people sucking my cock to look a bit…girlier.” He gripped the back of my head and pushed it down until I was gagging and sputtering with his dick down my throat. “So, tomorrow you will beg your wife to dress you in skirts and tutus. Like a little girl. Like a sissy!” He said, still holding my head down, making me struggle and squirm as I fought for air and grappled with his new revelation. Finally, when I was worried I would pass out, he released me, letting me slide his dick out of throat and gasp for air like a near-drowning victim. He gripped my drool covered chin, tilting my head upwards so I was forced to look him dead into his menacing gaze. “You’re gonna be a baby girl from now on. How does that sound, you little bitch?”

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before he smacked me across the face. Hard. Immediately I was snapped back to middle school. Not from him hitting me, but from me hitting him. Back when I was bigger than him, before he grew taller and quickly towered over me. Back kicked him around called him a sissy, and when he cried? A little baby.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

“She can put your hair in little pigtails, and I can hold them while I fuck your f@gg0t face!” He emphasized his words with the thrust of his hips, jamming his dick in and out of throat. He was in his own world now. His own possibilities running through his head as he took what was his. Calling me the words and slurs I used to call him all those years ago.

I felt it cumming before I tasted it. Well, unless you count all the precum. His dick swelled, pulsed, throbbed, then erupted. Spewing shot after shot of warm, thick, salty goo into my mouth. His grunting and groaning eventually subsided, and his cock finally stopped cumming.

When he finally withdrew his slimy meat from my mouth, I tilted my head back like I’d been trained to, opened my mouth, showed him the load, and said “ffank oo four moy milkees Dad-ee” before he gave me permission to gulp it down with a nod of his head.

It didn’t go down too bad this time. I was growing used to the taste after so many instances of it being pumped onto my tongue or eating it out of my wife’s freshly fucked pussy. I wiped my mouth, going back to pretending to play with my Teddy bear and trying to reconcile with my new life.

But Daddy continued to stand there, not pulling up his pants. In fact, he stepped out of them.

“Did you shit yourself?” He asked, leaning over to peel back my diaper and take a peek. Obviously I didn’t, he would have smelled it from down the block, it was just another chance for him to humiliate me. Or was it?

“Get me hard again,” he said, pumping his cock and putting it back in my face. “Then you’re going to turn around, pull that diaper down, and arch that ass upwards so I can fuck it!”

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Reflections on being a Daddy - please Daddy can I have some more

I can't speak for anyone else, but a truly proud Daddy moment is when your little Toddler comes and asks for more!

In this case it was him asking how can we go even more little?

Even more?

Is there more?

He lives this life fully, he's a rambunctious, bubbly little boy, but he wants more!

I've cucked him, I'm babying his brain with every sticky shot in his wet pamps, I make dress toddlerish, he's thickly padded and watches seseme street constantly...........

But he wants more!

I'm a very proud Daddy right now! What wonderful commitment to this life!

He's a role model to what so many boys crave!

Love you kiddo @squirtdaboi

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Bounce on floor in a full diaper. How about putting two diapers on!

someone's a horny little girl!!

see the whole video on my scatbook 😇

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New Beginnings 3

She smoothed the diaper flat against your hips, her fingers lingering on the crinkly material, ensuring every edge was secure. “There,” she said, almost purring. “Now you’re all set. From now on, this will be your underwear, your potty, and…” Her grin turned even more mischievous, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “…your only way of making stickies.”

The way she said it, so smug, so intentionally pointed, sent a flush of humiliation through you. She seemed to revel in your reaction, in the way your cheeks burned and your body shifted under her touch. “Mmm, that’s right,” she continued, her tone dripping with condescension. “Forever. No more big boy privileges for you. No potty, no proper underwear, no anything. Just your cozy little diapers to handle everything.”

She gave a mockingly sweet pat to the front, then stood back to admire her work, her expression almost giddy.

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a silky, almost hypnotic whisper. “You know, it’s amazing how easy it is to train little boys like you. A few simple suggestions here, a little hypnosis there, and—poof!—your brain turns to mush. Soft, pliable, just like your… well…” Her lips curled into a devious grin as she let the words hang, her eyes flicking downward to the diaper she’d just so snugly secured. “Let’s just say that once your mind is nice and mushy, it’ll match the state of your cute little bum. A perfect pair.”

She straightened, brushing her hands off like she’d just finished a job well done. “And don’t you worry,” she added with a sing-song sweetness, “when that mushy bum of yours needs a little attention, I’ll be right here to clean it up. You’ll be so grateful, I’m sure. Won’t you?” She clapped her hands together, almost giddy at the thought, the condescending edge in her tone making your stomach churn.

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Super old but still fun

Request: there was a diaper video of a nanny who shows up at the wrong house and forces a grown woman into diapers.

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What's your after-work routine? 💻

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Triple diaper + stuffer + plugged = a little baby cuckquean gooning!

I'm @lilmissjaneydoodle baby cuckquean

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Triple diaper + stuffer + plugged = a little baby cuckquean gooning!

I'm @lilmissjaneydoodle baby cuckquean

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🤔 WHAT IF WE WERE COMPLETY WRONG ABOUT DIAPER TRAINING ?

Up until now, we have approached diaper training from a binary angle: either we struggle to get used to it, or we try to provoke a total dependence (mental or physical), I am sure that many of you dream of being incontinent to be dependent on diapers for example... Except that this vision is limited. In reality, the transition to wearing diapers permanently is not only a question of discipline or habit, but a profound transformation of sensory, cognitive and identity perceptions.

1 / Diaper training as sensory reprogramming :

Instead of forcing the body to "accept the diaper", we need to reprogram our sensory perception.

Examples : if someone changes shoes, they will initially feel discomfort before their brain integrates these new sensations as "normal" and well, it's exactly the same for diapers!

🏋️ Practical exercises :

☀️ During the day, focus on the positive sensations of the diaper (the softness, the weight, the support) 🌙 Before going to sleep, visualize yourself without a diaper and notice the emptiness it leaves. Your brain will begin to associate the absence of a diaper with a lack.

2 / Diaper training as social deconditioning.

We're conditioned from a young age to think that underwear is normal and diapers are weird. But in reality, it's just a social construct.

Imagine : If in society you had the complete choice between wearing diapers and underwear, and it's ok for diapers and a lot of people wear diapers, would you still have a block? NO! And you know what, that's what happens in reality... It's in your head that diapers aren't OK because for you there's a sexual dimension, so you make mountains out of it...

Solution : Instead of trying to hide, start changing your view of "normal."

🏋️Practical exercises :

🔍 Go out in a diaper under your clothes to a place where there are a lot of people, and see if your diaper is noticeable, and how people react... You'll realize that no one notices!

⁉️Remember that you are wearing diapers, and this is a necessity for your well-being. Just like anyone else, choose your clothes... (there are girls who wear strings and others who prefer gym boxers because they don't like the feeling of the strings, and others who wear diapers either because of their period or to feel comfortable, and they like only wear diapers)

🍼 Conclusion :

The most important aspect of diaper training isn't the discipline or the BDSM aspect (which, I grant you, is delightful), but rather the inner integration... In fact, once diapers become a matter of course rather than a challenge, then the process is complete...

Diaper training is a self-revelation.

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What's worse than wetting diapers for a cruel algorithm? Wetting diapers for two cruel algorithms!

I've posted a new chapter @ https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1641620

Here's a short preview:

“Bet you like piss too, don’t you?” Will grunted, as he stepped towards me with the wet diaper moving towards my face. 

“W-wait,” I gulped. Sure, I’d long associated the smell of wet diapers with being horny but I’d never been pushed like this with another guy’s diapers.

“Be quiet,” he barked, “and get on your knees. These tapes have to go back on before it warns me.”

One of his hands grasped my shoulder, and in my submissive state, unable to make a decision I simply kneeled for him as he draped the wet diaper over the top of my head, and then quickly found a way to pull and fasten the tapes around my face, resealing the diaper. It felt warm, obviously damp, and stunk of another man’s urine. I was straining inside my own diaper. 

I felt Will step away, with silence for a brief moment before he laughed out loud, darkly, and explained that the app was happy that this diaper was being worn. My heart started to beat faster. If the app was satisfied with it where it was, it was allowing Will to take a break, for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want to be stuck with my face tightly pressed against a hot, wet diaper for long, but I wondered if I had the nerve to fight back.

“Fucking diaper boys,” Will then growled, as he held one hand firmly on top of my head, holding it in place with a crinkle. I felt something push its way inside, between my hair and the diaper, and realised quickly it was his cock as he stood still and I felt splashes of piss spill onto my scalp and trickle down my forehead. 

I whimpered, involuntarily, and his hands kept me firmly in place as he voided his bladder. 

“Shhhhh… sit still, diaper boy,” he soothed me. “We can change you after this.”

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The point of no return…

There’s a moment during a diaper change that gets me every time—when the thick, padded front is pulled up tight between my legs and pressed into place. When it’s hugging me like that it feels like a point of finality - there’s no coming back from this. I know then, that I’ll be taped into this diaper and I will be filling it up. I could watch the motion of the diaper wrapping around me for hours 🤤

What’s your favourite diaper change moment? 😁

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"Wait what's a POTTY???"

"Why would I use that when I have my diapers??"

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POV: You got home from work and your mommy decided those clothes were just a little too grown up for you…

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