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lamborghiniguy · 2 months ago

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Mommy pulls into her parents drive way. I look out the front window as my stomach drops. I feel the butterflies fill my stomach as we drive up and Mommy puts her Jeep in park. It’s been a few months since I’ve last since Mommy’s parents.

My head flashes back to my 25th birthday. Me standing in the middle of what was our living room with my pants around me ankle and my soaked diaper barely being held up by my white onesie with fire trucks on it. Mommies parents where there for my coming out birthday.

Suddenly I flash back to reality as mommy pats the front of my puffed out diapered crotch. I smile at mommy through my pacifier.

“Pheew someone stinks doesn’t he” mommy says as she waves her hand in front of her face.

It’s a thirty minute drive from our house to her parents and right after we pulled out of the drive I pushed my butt off the seat and pushed a mushy load into the seat. It’s something I’ve come accustomed to over the last few months. I wiggled the whole way to granma house spreading it all over. I knew it was a mess in my diaper but I didn’t care.

Mommy unsnapped my restraint and I jumped from the seat. Just as my feet hit the ground granma Shawna walked out.

“Oh look how cute you are!!” She said in her motherish tone. She came up and kissed me on the cheek. At the same time I felt her hand hit my crotch and squeeze to see how wet I was. I was used to this by now but I could still feel my member strain at it’s metal cage to grow.

Granma took my hand and held it as mommy got the stuff from the Jeep. I stood there in my jean shortalls and white tshirt. Sucking my pacifier with a nice load in my pants. The shirt and shortalls did nothing to hide the sides of my diaper or the outline.

Mommy pulled my fire truck blankie out of the Jeep and I immediately reached for it. Yep I knew it mommy plan had come to full show. I stand in public with shortalls and a t-shirt with a load in my pants sucking a pacifier holding my bankie in my arms like a over grown toddler.

Mommy finished grabbing the bags from the car carrying my clothes cause I was here for the weekend. As we turned to walk in with me leading the way I felt a hand on my butt pushing it up and letting it drop.

“He is poopy Alex” I heard Shawna say.

“Yea I know,he needs a change. He filled his pants as soon as we pulled out of the driveway” mommy said.

“Oh well I will get him cleaned up.” Granma said in a seductive motherly tone.

“Ok I have plenty of diapers and cloths in here for the weekend. Plus pajamas for his. Also if he gets out of hand I left Mr woody in here” Alex tells her mom.

We hid the house and I reach down unVelcro my shoes and pull my feet out. I then get on my hand and knees knowing I can only crawls.

“Oh look lil pants shitter is here! Smells like he already shit them to!” Eric said from the couch.

Tears formed in my eyes as I felt mommies foot land square in my butt mushing things up more.

“Keep moving baby” she says.

“Follow me little one” granma says

We make are way through the kitchen and into the laundry room. My eyes go wide as sitting in one corner is a table with a strap across it. It was maybe just below waist height and long enough for me to lay on with my legs hanging off below me knee. It looked padded with white cloth and little animals in diapers on it.

In the other corner sat in oversized toddlers bed. It was red and maybe only a foot off the ground.

“Grandpa built these just for you. You should give him a hug. But first let’s fix that stinky bottom of yours.” Shawna said.

I get closer and get on my knees so my shortalls and get undone. She reaches down and Unsnapped the shoulder bands and then helped me standing watching them fall to the floor. Now I stand in front of my mother in law wearing a shirt that says please wait loading on it and shows a brown bar with a poop emoji on it with a sagging smelly diaper between my legs.

Little over two years ago I was standing in front of her on my wedding day. Little did she know then is I was wearing a diaper too. Now fast forward. I’m standing in a diaper again and I’m about to lay down on a changing table for my mother in law to change my diaper. LIKE A TODDLER!!

“Let’s go stinky! Get up here” she said patting the table. I do as I’m told and lay down feeling the mush spread more. Just then mommy walks in and hand me a bottom full of white milky stuff. I take it and start to suck it dry as my cool air hits my wet diaper area.

“Jesus Alex he is soaked. When was his last change?” Grandma asks Alex.

“About three hours before we left to come here. He likes his wet pants so I leave him in them for the most part.” Alex says.

Granma tisk tisk tisks Alex away and leaves the room with me laying there with my diaper open. I look down to see my metal chastity cage that’s maybe all of an inch long holding my member down.

Suddenly Eric turns the corner. “Well well pants shitter. Laying here with a shitty diaper on sucking a bottle. I thought you were going to be a good man for my daughter. But here you are. Just a worthless pants pooping baby mooching off of her. Well no need your here this weekend so she can go meet a new man if she didn’t tell you. Maybe he can be a new daddy for ya. Glad that she has that pethetic penis caged up. I wouldn’t want you accidentally giving her a real baby to take care of.” He says.

“STOP IT ERIC” Shawna says as she comes back in the room with my diaper bag. Tears are flowing from my eyes as he turns and leaves. Shawna whips me clean then sprinkles some baby powder on my diaper area. She wraps my old diaper up and puts it in a trash bin behind the table.

Mommy walks in kisses my forehead. “Have to go baby I will be back Sunday morning to get you. Be good and grandma and pa.” She says.

I quickly pull the bottle from my mouth. “Mommy are you going to meet someone”. She turns around and smiles.

“Yes baby I am. Two guys actually. By no means will they EVER replace you baby. You will still be my baby boy and husband. They are just to fill a daddy role in the house maybe. I think you would like a daddy in the house. They already know all about you and are eager to met you but mommy has to know if they are right first!” Alex says as she give me another kiss on the forehead and walks away.

I quickly crawl behind granma to the front door to wave at mommy when she leaves.

“Well little one I left your pants off so I can tell if you need a change easier. Plus we are going to be outside on this nice summers evening.” Granma says as she walks towards the back door with my crinkling butt not far behind.

We get outside and granma takes my blankie and bottle hanging from my mouth and puts them up. I see the sand box just off the porch and I quickly make my way to it. I start playing with trucks in the sand and making truck noises.

Soon I hear “bye pants shitter!” I look up as Eric is standing there kissing granma. He is heading off to his work. I remember leaving in the morning for work. To me it wasn’t fun. I always wanted to be in diapers playing. Now I have my wish.

I go back to playing as he drives away. Leaving only me and granma home. A few minutes later I hear someone “hey Shawna you home still”

I turn to she the lady across the street walking up the drive with there son. He looked only to be about six or seven.

“Yea Heather, round back” Granma yells out.

They corner the house an stop dead in there tracks. I turn to see the neighbor lady staring at me. “Ummm what’s going Shawna?” She asks.

“Anthony you want to play in the sand box?” She asked. He shakes his head yes and runs over.

“He will be ok Heather. Come on up here an I will get us some wine and explain”. Anthony runs into the sandbox and grabs a dump truck.

“Hi” he says. “What’s your name?”

It doesn’t even phase him that I sitting there in a t shirt and diaper playing with cars.

“Jay” I say.

“Cool you want to fill my dump truck up and I will go dump it over there then come back” he says.

I start to fill his dump truck up as I sit back in the sand and fill it enter the leg bands.

Just out of ear shot Shawna sits back down with a glass of wine and hands heather one.

“So that is Jay. He is my oldest daughters pathetic husband. About a six years ago they go together and got married two years ago. Well apparently he liked to wear diapers from what my daughter says.”

“Does he use them?” Heather interrupts.

“Yep! He does when they he got here about forty five minutes ago he was soaked and soiled. Took me ten minutes to clean him up.”

Heather just stared mouth open. As Shawna continued.

“So when they got married two years ago and she started that nursing job he was working as a paramedic. Then she got that office nurse manager job and he didn’t to work anymore. Well since he has a small penis that wasn’t to satisfying of my daughter she talked him into wearing full time but kept it quiet” she said using her fingers as “”.

“So that’s when she had him in full time diapers for 3 months. Then she decided that he didn’t need to work anymore and for his 25th birthday made sure he hadn’t been changed all day and in the middle of the party walked him into the center of the room and pulled his pants down showing up his soaked diaper to us all. So ever since he gets treated as an oversized toddler”

“Really. So basically she is punishing him for a small penis by babying him. That’s ingenious” Heather says.

As I play with Anthony I feel the need to pee. Sometimes I still get the feeling but I can’t hold it back. Just kinda a forewarning of the inevitable. I get on my knees and spread my legs shoving my diapered butt toward the ladies without thinking. I keep playing with Anthony as I feel the flood gates open and my diaper grow warm and start to sag between my legs. Without realizing what was going on behind me.

“Heather watch” Shawna said as she hit Heathers shoulder and pointed to my diapered butt in the air.

Heather put her hand over mouth in shock as a 26 year old man in diaper wets himself in front of her and her son without a care in the world. An as soon as I was done I sit right back down in the sand and keep playing.

“ I can’t believe he just did that” Heather says.

The ladies go on talking about me until the darkness starts to creep on us and the wine has ran out.

Shawna yells out for us boys to come running. By now I have wet myself again causing my pants to sag more. I crawl over to them.

“Stand up and tell miss Hallaway goodbye Jay” As I stand up I have to spread my legs to let my diaper sag. Heather kinda chuckles at the sight before her and without saying a word she reaches out and grabs my crotch squeezing before sliding two fingers between the leg band and me.

“Yep he is wet Shawna” heather says with a chuckle.

Shawna grabbed my hand we both waved as they walked away.

“Let’s go inside and get you to bed little one” Shawna says.

I walk in the door and the mood changes.

“Get on all four now and crawl over to the foot stool” Shawna says in an authoritative tone.

I do as I’m told as Shawna walks into the makeshift nursery. A couple seconds later she walks out with Mr woody.

Mr woody is something mommy got me when I wasn’t doing what she asked when I started wearing full time. It was a foot and a half piece of oak with a handle and holes drilled into it. An if used right packed a mean punch.

Shawna walked over and sat on the couch. And snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground. I quickly crawled over and she grabbed me by the hands and pulled me across her lap. With the other hand she pulled the back of my diaper down.

“So you little shit. You dated my daughter for six years. Get married and the first thing with tell me is your back in diapers cause you like them. YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF HER. Not the other way around. Now all you do it crawl around eat and shit your pants and expect her to clean it up. You suck at being a husband period. This is why she is out to find a new man tonight. I don’t understand why she won’t devoice you but I guess we are stuck with you. Hopefully tonight will teach you a lesson. I don’t expect you to change but you will have alot more fun when she finds another man to take care of her. An the only thing you will take care of for her and auntie Brooke and Granma is the pants filling. So now I’m going to release all this pent up rage about what your doing to my daughter. Have fun. Then you go to bed.”

This is going to hurt I know. Quickly I feel my legs being locked between hers and an arm being placed across my back to hold me down. Tears start to form as I know what’s coming. I feel Mr woody touch my backend to line up. Then within a split second WHACK it lands home. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. It doesn’t take long and my eyes are overflowing with tears. Granma counts out load 10, 20, 30 swats on my rear end. I feel fire and I beg her to stop. I feel myself wetting diaper again mid spanking. Whack, whack, whack, Whack 40,50,60,70,80. I’m feet are kicking and I’m reduced to nothing by a crying mess of a baby on the lap of my mother in law. 90 whack 100. She stops. 100 swats of your ass should teach you enough of a lesson baby. Im nothing but a baby crying pounding my fists on the floor.

My ass if burning hotter then the sun. I feel coolness on my cheeks then. Shawna if rubbing in some lotion to take the sting away. “That enough crying baby. Granma loves you baby. Calm down take a breath baby boy” she says in a motherly tone.

After she get done working the lotion in she pulls my diaper up and stands me up. She gives me a hug and tells me to keep standing. A couple seconds later she walks in with a fresh diaper and bottle. I stand there as she untapped my wet diaper and lets it drop to the floor before pulling up my new one and taping it closed. She shoves my wet one off to the side and sits on the couch again patting the seat next to her. I lay on my side and she puts the bottle up to my face.

I take the nipple in mouth and start to suckle the bottle. I feel my flood gates open again and my diaper becomes warm with pee. I feel Shawna play with my hair as I slowly get sleepy and sleepy on her lap. Before I knew what happened I was asleep in the couch.

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lamborghiniguy · 2 months ago

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A smart mouth = The Hairbrush.

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lamborghiniguy · 2 months ago

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Devon and I played hard all day. We climbed trees and played with plastic army men and built forts. Neither of us made any mention of our diapering and obvious baby situation we were going through at night. I think he was so used to being diapered that it was normal for him and well I was just too embarrassed to talk about it. It was in the back of my mind all day long though. As the late afternoon approached I was thinking more and more about what was coming. I finally asked Devon if he had always been wearing a baby diaper to bed. He blushed a little and said yeah. His response was that he had never not worn a diaper at night. He apologized again to me about me having to wear one. I said it’s okay and would be fine. I told him it just made me feel like a baby and it was embarrassing. He understood and was apologetic. Just then Mrs Johnson called us in to get washed up for dinner. As I walked in and past Devon’s room the pampers caught my eye and my heart raced. The smell of pampers was strong and I could feel my cheeks burning knowing the inevitable diapering was coming fast. I went to the restroom and decided I was going to try to pee and make sure I didn’t need to the rest of the night. My plan was to go and then again after my bath. I really didn’t want to have a wet diaper change like a baby. I washed up and headed to dinner. We had dinner and again were told to get a bath and ready for bed. Devon went first like last time and again was diapered in front of me. He was of course a little blushy as I think it was normal to feel babyish being put in pampers even if you had always been diapered for bed time. I took my bath and dried off then I tried to go pee. I couldn’t squeeze a drop out. I was bummed but figured I had peed before dinner so maybe I’d be good to go. I reluctantly walked into Devon’s room to see Mrs Johnson holding a diaper waiting on me. She said “come on hun let’s get your diaper on for bedtime, you know the drill. Indeed I did at this point but was still super blushy about it. I lay down on the bed as she unfolded the pampers the familiar crinkle and smell filled the air. My heart raced and all the baby feelings rushed in my head. I was utterly humiliated once again. She called me a good boy as she lifted my bottom and slid the diaper under me and proceeded to powder me. She lowered me onto the thick crinkly diaper and slowly pulled it up between my legs. As the thick padding touched me I squirmed a little feeling so baby and shy. She taped my diaper snug and helped me to my feet. The familiar thickness and crinkle were unmistakable. She patted my bottom and told me to get my pjs on. I crinkled loudly through the process and proceeded to waddle to the living room to join my toddler looking friend to watch a movie. As I sat down the thickness of my pampers bulged in the front and made me look so toddler. I sat watching the movie not being able to get the thought of my diapered situation out of my mind. Again Mrs Johnson came in with popcorn and soda. I knew if I drank the soda I was going to end up in a wet baby diaper. I tried not to drink it but couldn’t help it. I loved soda pop. Like clockwork I wet my diaper halfway through the movie after squirming to try and hold it. It was no use, I felt as baby as the night before and was fully aware I was going to get my diaper changed like a baby after the movie. I sat watching with red cheeks trying to not cry. As the night before Mrs Johnson arrived with clean pampers and changing supplies and announced it was time for our diaper changes. Devon lay down and was changed then I followed. It was as humiliating as the night before. Once complete we were ushered to bed with loud crinkles and the smell of pampers and baby powder. I fell asleep like the pampers baby on the package that was sitting on the dresser.

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lamborghiniguy · 2 months ago

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Not My Problem

“I’m sorry…” she said, smacking her gum, not sounding sorry at all. Her voice was flat, almost bored—like she was reading a grocery list, not speaking to a grown man kneeling in front of her in a soiled diaper. “I just don’t see why I should have to change your poopy diapers.”

My knees quaked as I knelt before her, thighs spread wide, forced to sit in the full, soggy bulk between my legs. The weight of it dragged me down. There was a lump in my throat. I felt pathetic. But more than anything—desperate.

“B-because…”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“Louder, loser! I can’t hear you through the stink cloud.”

I flinched.

“B-because you’re m-my babysitter,” I stammered, eyes watering.

She scoffed—then let out a sharp, maniacal laugh that echoed off the walls.

“And you’re a grown man! Just because your wife is out with a real man—someone who doesn’t need his ass wiped every three hours—and I’m stuck here watching your leaking ass does not mean I should have to deal with the fallout.”

She tilted her head down, her tone tightening like a vice.

“You made the mess, didn’t you?” she continued, voice suddenly sharper. Colder. “So maybe you should sit in it and think about what that says about you.”

I lowered my gaze. My knees burned against the rug, and the weight of my diaper—swollen, heavy, unmistakably used—pressed between my thighs like an accusation. I didn’t dare move.

She crouched a little in front of me, resting her elbow on her knee, looking me over like I was some dirty thing someone had forgotten to take out.

“What do you want me to do, hmm?” she asked, popping her gum again. “Stroke your hair and tell you it’s okay? Pretend this is normal? That it’s not revolting to have to babysit a full-grown man who can’t even keep his pampers clean for one evening?”

She finally stood, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear and walking toward me like she was inspecting damage.

“God, look at this.” she said, tugging the side of my onesie, and let it snap back against my skin. “Snaps stretched. That diaper’s about to surrender. What’d you do, huh? Get bored during your cartoons and make a little pushy just to get my attention?”

I lowered my gaze.

“Aww!! Look who’s shy!!” she mocked. “Don’t go all quiet now, Mushypants.”

“I—I just… I want to be changed,” I whispered.

Her head tilted.

“You want??” she echoed, her voice rising mockingly. “Aww. Baby wants. How precious.”

She stepped in closer, gum snapping, eyes narrowing, voice like ice.

“You don’t get what you want, diaper boy.”

She let that sit. Let me feel it.

“Not anymore. Not with that saggy ass. Not with that smell. You don’t make decisions anymore. That privilege is gone!”

Then she stood again, letting her words land like a boot heel.

“You lost that privilege when your wife handed you over to me. You lost that privilege when she told me you couldn’t handle your responsibilities, and your wife decided you were better off in diapers and not getting to make any decisions anymore. You lost it the second she decided a bottle, a pacifier, and a babysitter were more effective than treating you like an adult.”

Her tone sharpened. Her gum snapped, loud.

“You lost that privilege the moment you messed yourself on my watch, as soon as you filled that diaper and came crawling to me like it was normal! Like you deserved anything but exactly what you’re sitting in.”

Then, flat and simple:

“You lost the right to want anything. You obey now. That is all.”

She snapped her fingers louder than she smacked her gum, then pointed down with one lacquered nail.

“Hands and knees. Right now. Let me see that embarrassing, saggy proof that you’re not fit to make grown-up choices.”

I hesitated, breath catching.

“Now, diaper dummy.”

I obeyed. The moment I shifted my weight forward, the squish made my stomach turn. I felt it shift—warm, soft, sticking everywhere it wasn’t supposed to. My face flamed.

I stayed perfectly still.

“Wiggle,” she ordered.

I didn’t move, not sure I heard her correctly.

“I said wiggle, Poopy-Pants. Or I'll call your Mommy and let her hear you cry and wail while I take my paddle across your thighs.”

With my head low, I began to rock my hips side to side, the padding bulging and crinkling with each motion. The sheer weight of it exaggerated every sway like a pendulum. I could hear her snort behind me.

“Hahaha!! There it is. A nice, big baybee doing his nasty little show. Honestly, that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen!”

I rocked my hips slowly, cheeks burning, the mess inside shifting with every humiliating sway. I didn’t want to move, but I wanted to disobey her even less.

“Oh my god!” she said through fits of laughter, “I should record this and send it to my girlfriends!!”

She circled around, phone in hand now, grinning down at me.

“Seriously, they have to see this! I mean, look at you!! On all fours, wiggling your big, poopy diaper like you’re trying to win a prize for ‘Most Pathetic Man Ever’. You think I’m not gonna share this?”

She knelt down next to me, flipping her phone around and holding it inches from my face. “Wanna see what you look like?”

I froze.

And there I was.

On all fours. Diaper bulging, legs spread wide. My hips swaying in the slow, pathetic rhythm she’d ordered. The sound of crinkling. My flushed face visible in the corner of the frame—bit lip, eyes wet, shame written across every inch of me.

If doing it had felt humiliating… seeing it was that much worse.

“They already know I was babysitting a grown-ass-man tonight. Might as well give them a show!”

Then came the smack.

SMACK—flat and hard, her palm crashing down on the seat of my diaper like she was trying to beat the shame out of me.

I gasped—part pain, part reflex. The mush inside shifted violently.

She laughed, loud and unbothered. “Oh yeah. That’s ripe.”

I whimpered. She stepped around to face me again.

“You really want a change, huh?” she said, voice dripping mock concern. “You’ll do anything for it?”

I nodded frantically.

“Anything?” she repeated, lips curling into a smirk. “Then how about this, stinkbug—what if I told you the only way to earn a clean diaper was to use that filthy little mouth of yours on my boyfriend?”

My stomach dropped.

She crouched lower. “Hmm? Would you suck him off like a good little baby-bitch if I said so? Would you sit there, in your own filth, and beg to suck his cock just for a fresh diapee?”

“I—I…” My voice faltered.

“I bet you would,” she whispered.

She pulled out her phone again. “Let’s find out. You’re gonna say it. On camera. Like it was your idea.”

“No…please—”

“You want that change or not?” she snapped. “Say it. Say exactly what you’d do to earn it. Use that slutty little voice. Sell it!”

I swallowed, then looked up.

“P-p-pweez Mith Maddisun, can I suck on your boyfwenz big cock for a diapee change?” I whimpered, switching to a sluttier voice to appease both parties. “I’d let him use my throat. I’d suck him off like a good little diaper slut. I’d swallow everything. I’d thank him for the privilege. Just—just please let me be clean! PLEASE!”

She held the camera for another beat, then stopped recording.

She stood, pacing slowly, dragging the moment out.

“Hmm…”

She tapped a finger to her lip. Looked toward the changing mat. Then back at me.

“…Nope.”

I blinked. “What?”

She grinned. “Nope,” she repeated, breezing past me and sinking into the couch with a satisfied sigh. “You wiggled, you begged, you gave a five-star audition… but I’m still not moved.”

“But—”

“Corner,” she snapped. “Now.”

I hesitated a second too long.

Her tone sharpened. “Crawl, Mucky-buns.”

I shuffled across the rug, every movement a reminder of the mess squishing against my skin, clinging to me with every knee forward. My face burned.

“Face the wall. Knees down. Hands behind your back,” she instructed, sharp as ever. “Think about the words you said into my camera… and think about what he’s going to say when he sees it.”

She let that sit, then added with a twist:

“What your wife is going to say when I show her.”

I didn’t speak. I just obeyed.

The corner loomed. I pressed my forehead to the drywall, hands folded neatly behind me like she’d ordered, diaper bulging out behind me—on display even now.

Behind me, I heard her flop onto the couch and kick her feet up.

“Oh, and you better keep that nose against the wall, Diaper Dumper,” she called out, almost cheerfully. “If you so much as lift it off for even a second, I’ll tape your wife’s picture right there and make you hold it with your nose while you apologize to her—every five minutes—for being a pathetic little pamper pooper. Or would you prefer a picture of my boyfriend instead? That way you can really reflect on how you literally begged to suck him off for a diaper change.”

She paused for effect.

“Your change will come when I feel like it… or not at all.”

Snap.

Her gum popped again behind me. Sharp. Final. Dismissive.

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