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Good Morning, "Young Master" - I'm glad to see you're finally awake. It seems you had quite an eventful evening last night, celebrating your newfound wealth after the reading of your father's will. I even had to drag you into your new room and get you changed for bedtime after all the fun you had. You can imagine my disappointment, your dad leaving his vast riches to his layabout of a son, instead of the butler who dutifully spent the prime of his life changing the lil' bastard's diapers - long after most boys are potty-trained I might add. However, once you left for the evening, my lawyer noticed a small bump in the road to your inheritance. It seems your father hadn't bothered to update his will in a very long time, and the princely sum your father left you comes with a clause which leaves me in control of the fortune until I've deemed you as having reached "adulthood." Sadly, I'm not so certain that you'll ever reach such a lofty status, what with the complete dependency on diapers you'll soon be developing. Now-now, there's no need to fuss - your new nanny will be here soon to take care of "baby." Actually, I guess she's not so "new" - you remember Helga, don't you? Your father let her go after you wouldn't stop sniveling about how many times her philosophy of "spare the rod, spoil the child" met with your pink little backside. Well, it seems there isn't much demand these days for such a deeply authoritarian streak in caregivers, and I was able to get her back at a very reasonable price. She certainly hasn't forgotten you by-the-way, so this should be a fun lil' reunion. Until she arrives, why don't you try to get a bit more rest - after all, there's a very important press conference in just a few hours regarding the state of your family's holdings that I'm sure the multitude of investors will be keen to watch. Try to look grateful for the cameras - it's not everyday that over $100k of diapers gets delivered in front of the national news.

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The Glasses - The Dark Side

Author's Note: I'm trying something a little bit different with this story. I'm calling it a mirror story. I am going to write a story with the same basic prompt and ideas in two different ways. One wholesome and one dark. This is the dark story. I hope you all enjoy it! Read the wholesome version here.

Greg fancied himself an intellectual. He had a PhD, was the top of his field, and respected by all of his colleagues. He spent all of his free time reading books and papers, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

Or at least he did, until he met Daddy.

Daddy was everything Greg desired. Daddy was tall, strong, assertive, and brilliant. Greg found himself immediately under the other man's spell.

The first day Daddy brought Greg home, Daddy sat Greg on the couch and pulled the glasses off of Greg's face.

"That's much better," Daddy growled confidently as he watched Greg's panic set in.

Greg, in contrast, found all of his self-confidence leave him as his corrective lenses were removed. Without his glasses, all Greg could see was a soft blur where Daddy's face should be. Greg was almost completely blind. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, and he hated it.

"Um, could I please have my glasses back?" Greg asked timidly, butterflies fluttering in his stomach from the fear of being left without his glasses for any expanse of time, "I can't see anything without them."

Daddy laughed in response.

"Oh, my pet, you only get to see when Daddy says so."

Horrified, Greg dives for where he thought his glasses were, only to find himself perfectly draped over Daddy's lap.

"Oh, Greggy, you need to learn whose in charge!" Daddy said before Greg felt his pants pulled down to his knees and blows begin to rain down on his bottom.

Daddy never returned Greg's glasses that night, and, despite his horror at being effectively blind, all Greg made no attempt to get them back. With a sore bottom, Greg didn't dare cross Daddy again, especially once he realized that he was entirely reliant on the dominant man to care for him.

Over the course of the night, Greg struggled to care for himself. He sat frustrated through the whole movie, unable to tell what was going on.

He stumbled through Daddy's unfamiliar apartment, unable to tell where he was going. He made a mess of himself eating dinner, unable to see the food he attempted to shovel into his mouth or the utensil he was using to feed himself. And worst of all, Greg eventually ended up wetting himself when he couldn't find the restroom in time to relieve himself.

The whole time, Daddy looked on and teased him.

"Careful, big boy! If you're having this much trouble walking, maybe you should crawl?"

"What a messy boy! Looks like a certain someone could use a big!"

"Oh no! Did the big, smarty-pants professor go potty in his pants?"

Over the course of the night, Greg felt more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt before. By removing just one of his possessions, Daddy has functionally reduced him to a small child.

When they parted that night, Daddy gave Greg his glasses back before showing Greg some pictures and videos on his phone. Greg, able to see again, looked on in horror at images of himself covered in food like a toddler, crawling on the floor after tripping, and, worst of all, wetting his pants.

"What do you think all of those smart colleagues you have would think of you if these ever hit the internet?" Daddy asked like a spider who knew it's pretty was now stuck in its web.

"Please, no…" was all Greg could say in response.

After some 'negotiation,' Greg was able to convince Daddy to keep the images private in exchange for Greg's future cooperation.

As Greg left Daddy's house that night, he felt a strange since of dread set in at the prospect of what the beautiful man had in store for him next. He couldn't imagine giving in and losing his personal autonomy like that again.

Pursuant to their deal, Greg kept seeing Daddy after that night. Their dates took on a common form. At the start of each one, Daddy would remove Greg's glasses and take control over the other man. In turn, Greg would find himself fully submitting to Daddy and all of the humiliations he had devised for him. The few times Greg balked at his treatment, a quick trip over Daddy's lap, a reminder of the photos in Daddy's possession, and a threat to set Greg free without his glasses was all that was needed to remind the submissive man of his place in their relationship.

Over time, Greg--the PhD, the intellectual, and the brain--found Daddy taking more and more autonomy from him each time they met. It was painful for Greg, a struggle and hit to his ego each time he lost a part of himself. However, with Daddy's power over him he could do nothing to stop each relinquishment of freedom.

Over time, Daddy started picking the food Greg ate. He found his mature diet replaced with bland Cheerios, dino nuggets, and other foods designed for the picky palates of toddlers. When he complained, Daddy just pointed out it was easier to eat those foods with his fingers, since he couldn't see well enough to use utensils without his glasses.

He began drinking all of his drinks, which had predominantly become milk, out of baby bottles. Daddy told Greg it was to keep him from spilling given his lack of depth perception, but Greg could help but fill like an infant everytime the rubber teat was pressed between his lips.

Having his pants and underwear removed and replaced with pull-ups and, eventually, diapers each time he entered Daddy's apartment was similarly mortifying. Daddy made sure to emphasize the importance of the extra protection each time he dressed Greg in the infantile garments, given Greg's proven inability to make it to the toilet on time (something made worse each time Daddy changed him out of his soggy padding after Greg repeatedly failed to locate the bathroom in Daddy's home).

Daddy also stopped letting Greg pick out his own clothes. Daddy pointed out that the artificially blind man couldn't see them, and Daddy was the one who had to worry about getting Greg's clothes off to change him anyway, so giving Greg the freedom to dress himself just didn't make sense.

However, no matter how much control Daddy took from Greg, at the end of every 'date,' be it for a few hours or a weekend, Daddy would hand Greg his glasses back, returning Greg to the adult world of academia and filling Greg with a sense of hope that maybe, this would be the last time Daddy would call him over to play.

That pattern continued until one day, Daddy finally made the declaration that Greg had been dreading to hear for months.

"Baby boy, I think it's time you moved in with Daddy full time."

Greg started to cry in his place on the floor where he sat on a soft blanket dressed in only a diaper and onesie while failing to stack wooden blocks due to his poor vision.

Greg immediately crawled (walking haven been forbidden after a particularly nasty trip) over to the Daddy shaped blur sitting on the couch and stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please no, Daddy? Please! I hate it here! I hate being your stupid little baby!"

Daddy beant down, wrapped his large hand around Greg's cheek and chin before shoving a pacifier between Greg's lips.

"Hush, pet," Daddy growled softly, his face menacingly close to Greg's, "I've made it very clear who is in charge in this relationship. It seems like you need a reminder."

Daddy then harshly pulled Greg over his lap before proceeding to deliver the worst spanking Greg had ever experienced. At the end of it, the apartment was filled with nothing but the sound of Greg's soft sobs and the crinkling of his diaper, as he thought about the ramifications of daring to question Daddy's judgment.

The next few months passed in a blur. After moving into Daddy's house, Greg found himself wearing his glasses less and less.

Deprived of his ability to see, Greg spent more time forced to participate in infantile activities like playing with blocks or trucks or futilely trying to color in a coloring book instead of reviewing the latest literature in his field like he used to.

Greg's coworkers started to notice how the once brilliant, workaholic man's performance had dropped off. Greg was pulled into his boss' office and lectured on his need to improve, but, Greg, who once prided himself on his career success and independence, found himself unable to improve his performance at work given Daddy's humiliating restrictions at home.

After six-months of living together, Greg's boss had had enough and fired his once best employee.

Sitting in Daddy's lap in nothing but a soggy diaper, Greg cried as he told his tormentor about his lose of a job.

"Daddy," he began softly, hesitant for fear of judgment at what was coming next.

"Yes, pet?" Daddy asked Greg, his ever predatory tone dripping from his every word.

"I was, was, was fired today," Greg chokes out between sobs.

Daddy smiled, although Greg couldn't see it. He rubbed Greg's back possessively.

"Oh, did someone's boss finally realize what a soggy little pants wetter he really is? I can't say I'm surprised, but I am ~very~ excited for what that means. You can finally be my diapered little pet full time!" Daddy said triumphantly.

Greg's sobs redoubled at his sudden understanding of the truth in Daddy's words. He tucked his thumb in his mouth, a soothing habit Daddy had long ago trained in him, and continued to cry in his tormentors arms.

Daddy brushed Greg's hair with his fingers, relishing this moment of absolute victory.

"Daddy is so excited for you to be my soggy little pet forever."

Daddy laughed a little as Greg continued to cry before grabbing a small object that Greg couldn't quite make out off the table.

"I guess you won't be needing these anymore. Maybe we should get them mounted for posterity?"

Greg frowned.

"What, Daddy?"

Daddy responded with a guffaw.

"Your glasses!"

Greg felt his heart drop in sudden realization. Daddy was right. As Daddy's permanent pet, he would probably never wear be allowed to wear glasses again. His world was now fated to forever be a blur.

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The Glasses - The Dark Side

Author's Note: I'm trying something a little bit different with this story. I'm calling it a mirror story. I am going to write a story with the same basic prompt and ideas in two different ways. One wholesome and one dark. This is the dark story. I hope you all enjoy it! Read the wholesome version here.

Greg fancied himself an intellectual. He had a PhD, was the top of his field, and respected by all of his colleagues. He spent all of his free time reading books and papers, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

Or at least he did, until he met Daddy.

Daddy was everything Greg desired. Daddy was tall, strong, assertive, and brilliant. Greg found himself immediately under the other man's spell.

The first day Daddy brought Greg home, Daddy sat Greg on the couch and pulled the glasses off of Greg's face.

"That's much better," Daddy growled confidently as he watched Greg's panic set in.

Greg, in contrast, found all of his self-confidence leave him as his corrective lenses were removed. Without his glasses, all Greg could see was a soft blur where Daddy's face should be. Greg was almost completely blind. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, and he hated it.

"Um, could I please have my glasses back?" Greg asked timidly, butterflies fluttering in his stomach from the fear of being left without his glasses for any expanse of time, "I can't see anything without them."

Daddy laughed in response.

"Oh, my pet, you only get to see when Daddy says so."

Horrified, Greg dives for where he thought his glasses were, only to find himself perfectly draped over Daddy's lap.

"Oh, Greggy, you need to learn whose in charge!" Daddy said before Greg felt his pants pulled down to his knees and blows begin to rain down on his bottom.

Daddy never returned Greg's glasses that night, and, despite his horror at being effectively blind, all Greg made no attempt to get them back. With a sore bottom, Greg didn't dare cross Daddy again, especially once he realized that he was entirely reliant on the dominant man to care for him.

Over the course of the night, Greg struggled to care for himself. He sat frustrated through the whole movie, unable to tell what was going on.

He stumbled through Daddy's unfamiliar apartment, unable to tell where he was going. He made a mess of himself eating dinner, unable to see the food he attempted to shovel into his mouth or the utensil he was using to feed himself. And worst of all, Greg eventually ended up wetting himself when he couldn't find the restroom in time to relieve himself.

The whole time, Daddy looked on and teased him.

"Careful, big boy! If you're having this much trouble walking, maybe you should crawl?"

"What a messy boy! Looks like a certain someone could use a big!"

"Oh no! Did the big, smarty-pants professor go potty in his pants?"

Over the course of the night, Greg felt more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt before. By removing just one of his possessions, Daddy has functionally reduced him to a small child.

When they parted that night, Daddy gave Greg his glasses back before showing Greg some pictures and videos on his phone. Greg, able to see again, looked on in horror at images of himself covered in food like a toddler, crawling on the floor after tripping, and, worst of all, wetting his pants.

"What do you think all of those smart colleagues you have would think of you if these ever hit the internet?" Daddy asked like a spider who knew it's pretty was now stuck in its web.

"Please, no…" was all Greg could say in response.

After some 'negotiation,' Greg was able to convince Daddy to keep the images private in exchange for Greg's future cooperation.

As Greg left Daddy's house that night, he felt a strange since of dread set in at the prospect of what the beautiful man had in store for him next. He couldn't imagine giving in and losing his personal autonomy like that again.

Pursuant to their deal, Greg kept seeing Daddy after that night. Their dates took on a common form. At the start of each one, Daddy would remove Greg's glasses and take control over the other man. In turn, Greg would find himself fully submitting to Daddy and all of the humiliations he had devised for him. The few times Greg balked at his treatment, a quick trip over Daddy's lap, a reminder of the photos in Daddy's possession, and a threat to set Greg free without his glasses was all that was needed to remind the submissive man of his place in their relationship.

Over time, Greg--the PhD, the intellectual, and the brain--found Daddy taking more and more autonomy from him each time they met. It was painful for Greg, a struggle and hit to his ego each time he lost a part of himself. However, with Daddy's power over him he could do nothing to stop each relinquishment of freedom.

Over time, Daddy started picking the food Greg ate. He found his mature diet replaced with bland Cheerios, dino nuggets, and other foods designed for the picky palates of toddlers. When he complained, Daddy just pointed out it was easier to eat those foods with his fingers, since he couldn't see well enough to use utensils without his glasses.

He began drinking all of his drinks, which had predominantly become milk, out of baby bottles. Daddy told Greg it was to keep him from spilling given his lack of depth perception, but Greg could help but fill like an infant everytime the rubber teat was pressed between his lips.

Having his pants and underwear removed and replaced with pull-ups and, eventually, diapers each time he entered Daddy's apartment was similarly mortifying. Daddy made sure to emphasize the importance of the extra protection each time he dressed Greg in the infantile garments, given Greg's proven inability to make it to the toilet on time (something made worse each time Daddy changed him out of his soggy padding after Greg repeatedly failed to locate the bathroom in Daddy's home).

Daddy also stopped letting Greg pick out his own clothes. Daddy pointed out that the artificially blind man couldn't see them, and Daddy was the one who had to worry about getting Greg's clothes off to change him anyway, so giving Greg the freedom to dress himself just didn't make sense.

However, no matter how much control Daddy took from Greg, at the end of every 'date,' be it for a few hours or a weekend, Daddy would hand Greg his glasses back, returning Greg to the adult world of academia and filling Greg with a sense of hope that maybe, this would be the last time Daddy would call him over to play.

That pattern continued until one day, Daddy finally made the declaration that Greg had been dreading to hear for months.

"Baby boy, I think it's time you moved in with Daddy full time."

Greg started to cry in his place on the floor where he sat on a soft blanket dressed in only a diaper and onesie while failing to stack wooden blocks due to his poor vision.

Greg immediately crawled (walking haven been forbidden after a particularly nasty trip) over to the Daddy shaped blur sitting on the couch and stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please no, Daddy? Please! I hate it here! I hate being your stupid little baby!"

Daddy beant down, wrapped his large hand around Greg's cheek and chin before shoving a pacifier between Greg's lips.

"Hush, pet," Daddy growled softly, his face menacingly close to Greg's, "I've made it very clear who is in charge in this relationship. It seems like you need a reminder."

Daddy then harshly pulled Greg over his lap before proceeding to deliver the worst spanking Greg had ever experienced. At the end of it, the apartment was filled with nothing but the sound of Greg's soft sobs and the crinkling of his diaper, as he thought about the ramifications of daring to question Daddy's judgment.

The next few months passed in a blur. After moving into Daddy's house, Greg found himself wearing his glasses less and less.

Deprived of his ability to see, Greg spent more time forced to participate in infantile activities like playing with blocks or trucks or futilely trying to color in a coloring book instead of reviewing the latest literature in his field like he used to.

Greg's coworkers started to notice how the once brilliant, workaholic man's performance had dropped off. Greg was pulled into his boss' office and lectured on his need to improve, but, Greg, who once prided himself on his career success and independence, found himself unable to improve his performance at work given Daddy's humiliating restrictions at home.

After six-months of living together, Greg's boss had had enough and fired his once best employee.

Sitting in Daddy's lap in nothing but a soggy diaper, Greg cried as he told his tormentor about his lose of a job.

"Daddy," he began softly, hesitant for fear of judgment at what was coming next.

"Yes, pet?" Daddy asked Greg, his ever predatory tone dripping from his every word.

"I was, was, was fired today," Greg chokes out between sobs.

Daddy smiled, although Greg couldn't see it. He rubbed Greg's back possessively.

"Oh, did someone's boss finally realize what a soggy little pants wetter he really is? I can't say I'm surprised, but I am ~very~ excited for what that means. You can finally be my diapered little pet full time!" Daddy said triumphantly.

Greg's sobs redoubled at his sudden understanding of the truth in Daddy's words. He tucked his thumb in his mouth, a soothing habit Daddy had long ago trained in him, and continued to cry in his tormentors arms.

Daddy brushed Greg's hair with his fingers, relishing this moment of absolute victory.

"Daddy is so excited for you to be my soggy little pet forever."

Daddy laughed a little as Greg continued to cry before grabbing a small object that Greg couldn't quite make out off the table.

"I guess you won't be needing these anymore. Maybe we should get them mounted for posterity?"

Greg frowned.

"What, Daddy?"

Daddy responded with a guffaw.

"Your glasses!"

Greg felt his heart drop in sudden realization. Daddy was right. As Daddy's permanent pet, he would probably never wear be allowed to wear glasses again. His world was now fated to forever be a blur.

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Foolish Plans

Could you do it? It’s worth a try, isn’t it? But so many things are against you.

You were thinking about a way to escape while lying there.

You have no money, cell phone, wallet, or passport. You agreed that Daddy would take all of it when you stepped into his house. It was a condition you had to agree to if you wanted to experience what he promised. So even if you escaped, you cannot get anywhere or contact someone. Sometimes Daddy likes to hand you a toy shaped like a phone, then he holds one to his ear and tries to speak with you. Most times you answer and blubber into the toy in your hand.

You have no adult clothes. Daddy took the small trolley you brought and the rest of your stuff. The adult clothes you had on, he forced you to cut them all while you sat on his knees, naked. Now you are dressed only in big baby’s clothes. You know where the onesies, shortalls, and playsuits are, but you don’t have a clue where you could find a decent adult’s pieces.  It’s cold outside, would you go out in your long-sleeved onesie? Daddy likes to put you in the most babyish baby-printed clothes. He’s holding your arm up, points at a certain animal, and tells you a story about it. You sit and listen.

You can’t hold it anymore. For some reason you can’t hold it anymore, number 1 and number 2. You just go in your diaper, sometimes even when you are not noticing. By now you need your diapers, and sometimes even relieved you’re wearing one. It’s easier just to let go. Even if you walk out, you can’t just take off the diaper and go naked, you’ll make a mess. Daddy likes to flip you over the changing mat and pat your thick diaper bum. You’re sure he enjoys the thumping sound of the thickness.

You are nowhere and don’t know the language. Daddy took you from the airport after you agreed to his terms online and when you met him for a coffee in a restaurant next to the airport. The drive was long and you fell asleep. When you woke up before arriving at his house, you drove for at least an hour in a thick forest. After a month of regression treatment, while playing in your playpen, Daddy greeted his old friends inside. You just sat there, blushing. You couldn’t understand one word, you don’t know their language. At some point, one of Daddy’s bearish friends came to play with you and your toys. He spoke to you like any adult would speak with a toddler, but you felt that way completely because you couldn’t understand him at all. You tried to say something to him but for him, it was like a baby was speaking to him.

You were so upset that you started to sob. You were lying in your crib after Daddy put you to sleep. Your plans were so foolish, they would never work. Why did you agree to it? You thought it would be only a week, and by now you can’t tell how much time has passed. Your cries went through the baby monitor.

Daddy opened the door slowly and spoke in the foreign language. You don’t understand it, but you do recognize a few words. You thought he said the words ‘baby’ and ‘sleep’, then he caressed your face. His touch was so warm and loving. It made you feel a bit better. Then he said the word for ‘pacifier’ and you automatically opened your mouth, because up until that point you didn’t want to suck on it, although you were frustrated and wanted to. Now when you were nursing on it while Daddy was caressing your cheeks, you calmed down. He spoke to you in such a calming tone, that you were less scared and upset. You felt peace again. He gently grabbed the front of your diaper, and you felt wetness and warmth, which grounded you to the situation.

Daddy turned on the mobile above you and left the room quietly. Maybe it’s not as bad as you thought. You were sucking on your pacifier rhythmically, drifting on to sleep in your nursery.

“Just one more night, then I’ll think of a plan” was your last thought before the lullaby put you to sleep.

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It finally happened, daddy had finally broken you into submission. You are an adult, wearing a wet diaper, sucking on a pacifier, and holding a plushie, crying his eyes out after daddy had scolded you.

Not too long ago daddy found out online about a baby training program and how to make boys more obedient. He looked for ways to keep his boy on track with getting good grades and keeping a steady job. You flank some courses and fought with your manager more than one time. Something had to be done. You resisted at first, but you kept playing along with daddy’s game. You thought it would keep him off your back. You know what is best for you, not him. But you were wrong, daddy was right because daddy had the final word in the house.

The diapers gave you a confined feeling, dry or wet, having daddy’s control over your sexual parts. The pacifiers made you quieter, choosing the right words to say to daddy when he took the pacifier out. Being dressed as a baby made you feel like a baby, think like a baby, like it was normal to be a baby. Babies get emotional and you became one too. One evening you came back from work after another fight with your manager. You told daddy that you are planning to go out and drink with your friends, but he had other plans for you. He decided, as a punishment, you’ll be sent early for bed, at eight o’clock. You shouted and protested, but he got you diapered and silenced. You got so upset, the tears came easily to your eyes, making them wet from shame and frustration. “Bua dada” you muffled being your pacifier.

“You think you are such a big guy at work. Now it’s an early bedtime, next time I’ll put you over my lap! Then we’ll see who’s the big guy and who’s just a baby!” daddy raised his voice, towering you from above. You sat on the floor, crying, living your new reality, as daddy’s baby.

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@crinkleboy2118 thought he’s a big guy. His daddy proved him wrong. You can also find him on Twitter by @ crinkleboy2118

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Ohhh just look at you hun !

You seem quite powerless there ! and look at what you are wearing at the momment ...

A babyish Onesie and a big baby diaper !

haha !

Ill have fun just to look at you strugle and wine while i do my adult maners around the house.. To look at you while you fill your diapers while sucking on your pacifier. How cute !

But yeah ill film your every move for my Only fan page for all to see and to let you have souvenirs of your humiliating state. I love seing you degrade yourself and always asking for more. Begging me to diaper you and making fun of you . I love it when you beg me to take off those diaper of ove you ... I love to see you cry while i am exposing you in front of my friends while they tease you and laught a you. While you go in your diapers, looking powerless like a useless baby .

I love smoking a cigarette looking at your diaper while you feel the SHAME of being a diaper filling baby slave not knowing how to stand in front of me. The look of your face when you mess them in front of me is priceless. Those momments reminds me how stupid you look and how powerless and maniable you are while on my rules and power.

Its incredible how a plain Diapers can make a real man be soo submissive and maniable... As a Mistress, i foud that the diapers are the most effective way to submit a man to a be a total powerless wimp. The power i hold on a man in diaper and is very intense and easy. The best part of it is that after a short time, he begs to be pampered and regressed to a 2 yo baby that drools and crawls at my commands. i love when he struggles to take off his diapers but simply cant. Its the sing he is confronting himself to his new life and place and the sing that the regression i hold on you is 100 % effective. And NO you stay in your diapers. they arent full yet.. I want you to marinate in your own poopoo and pee. Ill watch you fill them and soil them. Ill love to see you sit in your swing whit a full diaper. ill squish your diaper every now and make shure your poopoo is weel sticked to the whole diaper.

Your soo cute . hahaha. how do you feel and smell now baby !

My best friends are comming over tonight ... they will see you as you are .. they arent aware that your here in my donjon... your my surprise for the night !! haha. We will enjoy good wine while you stand there powerless. Cant wait to see there reactions. They are pretty wild . hope youll survive the momment. lol ...

you wont be going no where tonight hahaha .

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Ohhh just look at you hun !

You seem quite powerless there ! and look at what you are wearing at the momment ...

A babyish Onesie and a big baby diaper !

haha !

Ill have fun just to look at you strugle and wine while i do my adult maners around the house.. To look at you while you fill your diapers while sucking on your pacifier. How cute !

But yeah ill film your every move for my Only fan page for all to see and to let you have souvenirs of your humiliating state. I love seing you degrade yourself and always asking for more. Begging me to diaper you and making fun of you . I love it when you beg me to take off those diaper of ove you ... I love to see you cry while i am exposing you in front of my friends while they tease you and laught a you. While you go in your diapers, looking powerless like a useless baby .

I love smoking a cigarette looking at your diaper while you feel the SHAME of being a diaper filling baby slave not knowing how to stand in front of me. The look of your face when you mess them in front of me is priceless. Those momments reminds me how stupid you look and how powerless and maniable you are while on my rules and power.

Its incredible how a plain Diapers can make a real man be soo submissive and maniable... As a Mistress, i foud that the diapers are the most effective way to submit a man to a be a total powerless wimp. The power i hold on a man in diaper and is very intense and easy. The best part of it is that after a short time, he begs to be pampered and regressed to a 2 yo baby that drools and crawls at my commands. i love when he struggles to take off his diapers but simply cant. Its the sing he is confronting himself to his new life and place and the sing that the regression i hold on you is 100 % effective. And NO you stay in your diapers. they arent full yet.. I want you to marinate in your own poopoo and pee. Ill watch you fill them and soil them. Ill love to see you sit in your swing whit a full diaper. ill squish your diaper every now and make shure your poopoo is weel sticked to the whole diaper.

Your soo cute . hahaha. how do you feel and smell now baby !

My best friends are comming over tonight ... they will see you as you are .. they arent aware that your here in my donjon... your my surprise for the night !! haha. We will enjoy good wine while you stand there powerless. Cant wait to see there reactions. They are pretty wild . hope youll survive the momment. lol ...

you wont be going no where tonight hahaha .

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My Hero, Bedwetter

A My Hero Academia Fanfic… with Diapers and Bedwetting

By: Cookie-Goodboy

(CW:  Bullying, Diapers, Gay Stuff)

“This is a superhuman society, with 80% of us possessing some uncanny ability. Cities swirled with chaos and confusion following the appearance of these powers, and a new profession emerged. We call those who fight for justice and help others in need heroes. Oh, by the way! This is the story of how I became the world's greatest hero!...but first I had to overcome some of my own challenges ”

Izuku Midoriya slept fitfully in his bed, on the dormitory floor at UA. He dreamt of unpleasant memories, things he wished he could forget.

“My God Deku, you’re so pathetic!... to think that I was ever friends with a quirkless loser like you… you should just hide under a rock and never come out..” Katsuki shouted at him, and then pushed him to the ground.

Katsuki Bakugo, was once his childhood friend, but had become his greatest tormentor. He tormented him in the playground at elementary school, the halls of middle school, in his class at UA, and now it seems….even in his sleep.

Izuku broke down and cried, he wept with heavy tears.

“Stop it Ka-chan you’re hurting me” Izuku cried. He wasn’t sure if he meant physically, or emotionally.

It wasn’t the same Kaa-chan he had just seen in class that morning… he was a child… and Izuku was too, he was too small to fight back against him. This happened every day, and it felt like it was never ever ever going to end…. Until…

“AAAhhhhh”

Izuku awoke with a start. 

He was drenched in a cold sweat and panting, and shivering. He felt cold everywhere actually, his sheets and blanket were soaked, and the cold wet fabric clung to his body. He struggled against his clammy wrappings trying to free his arms.

It felt so uncomfortable, and yet so familiar. Once he worked his arm out of the sheets, he flicked on his bedside lamp.

“Oh man…. Not this again”

Staring up at Izuku was the face of All Might, his favourite pro-hero, who adorned the blanket. All Might was on everything in his room, his walls, his curtains, his pillows, even his underwear. But the All Might on his blanket was dark, and damp, and a little yellow. So too were the All Might logos on his sheets, shirt, and boxer shorts.

There was no escaping it, Izuku Midoriya had wet the bed.

This was not supposed to happen, especially not in the dorms. He thought he had it under control. He had been (mostly) dry since the beginning of term while he lived at home. But the stress that his borrowed quirk, One For All put on his body and unfamiliar move to the dormitories must have taken its toll.

He sighed. Nothing to do now but engage in a time honoured strategy for handling wet beds… late night laundry.

He got out of bed, peeled off his soaked boxers and changed in to dry pyjamas (still All Might themed, but red this time, he sctually didn’t own any pyjamas that didn’t have an All-Might motif on them). He then gathered up his soaked bedding into his laundry basket and crept down the stairs.

He found the laundry area in the common room… thankfully it was deserted at this time of night He loaded the machine and then began to idly scroll on his phone while he waited for it to finish.

*creak**crackle**swish*

Izuku sat up with start, someone was coming. He dashed behind the laundry machines out of instinct, he didn’t want to be caught by surprise.

Emerging from the door was a blond boy with flowing hair, dressed in a luxurious powder blue Bath Robe with matching blue silk pyjama bottoms and fuzzy slippers. Only one person in this dorm dressed so flamboyantly, even to bed….

“Aoyama? What are you doing in here ?” He asked, emerging from behind the washing machine.

“I could ask you the same question mon ami….”

“Ummm” Deku had a hard time coming up with a convincing lie. “....Laundry? What does it look like?”

“Non! try again… it’s 2 o’clock in the morning, and we should both be getting our beauty sleep. I think there is only one reason someone would be in here, doing laundry, at this time of night…”

“ooo…Oh… “ Izuku stammered,  “and wh-a-what is that ?”

“You wet the bed didn’t you Midoriya…”

“Hhh how di- umm- I mean. Nnn-oo? I… I didn’t?“ Izuku wasn’t convinced by his own denial. 

“Don’t play games with me mon ami. I am on to you.” As he said this, the flamboyant boy slinked across the room and sat down atop the whirring washing machine, wiggling his bottom suggestively. His bathrobe swishing and crinkling as he did.

“Ssshhh, not so loud Aoyama.” He held his hands up to the other boy’s face to shush him.

“It’s okay mon petit chou, I will keep your secret. I have enough of my own….. Bathroom problems, shall we say. And you have always been very nice to me…” 

“Oh yeah… your quirk messes with your body right …”

“Oui it’s true. If I use my Navel Laser for too long it makes my tummy very, very upset. I usually need a bathroom right away.” He mimed rubbing his stomach. “Now I don’t tell many people this… but sometimes I don’t make it in time.” He cast his eyes down, and blushed, this was a very embarrassing thing to admit 

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry Aoyama, that’s a really hard drawback to deal with…” 

“It’s okay. I have a little secret that helps me… and maybe it can help you too. I started using a support item.”

“Oh wow!” Izuku’s face lit up as he fixated on how this would optimise Aoyama’s (admittedly challenging) quirk “That makes a lot of sense, your drawback is pretty bad, so something that could stop you from ‘going’ would help you use your quirk longer and get more powerful. Good thinking Aoyama!”

“Well…” the french boy said sheepishly “it doesn’t exactly stop me from going, but it does make the cleanup way easier”

“Oh? How does it work?”

“It’s probably easier to show you… Voila !” He gestured dramatically and pulled open his housecoat.

He was wearing his blue silk pyjamas underneath but something about them was off. His pants were very, puffy, bulky even, especially around his crotch and butt. His shirt had ridden up and you could also see a plastic waistband sticking up about an inch above his pants. It also seemed to have sticky tapes just above his hips. This item was unmistakable… Izuku knew exactly what it was.

“Aoyama… that’s not a support item. That’s just a diaper!” 

*gasp* he pulled his housecoat shut again… “How rude!” He scoffed “I don’t need to take that from a bedwetter! “ 

Izuku held up his hands to the other boy's face to shush him once again. His face blushed a crimson red, he was so embarrassed.

Aoyama quieted down again “Look… I think I can help with your little ‘problem’ so you can keep getting your beauty sleep…. Do you want my help or not?” 

“Okay … I’ll try the …diap- er… support item” Izuku acquiesced.

 “Hey wait a minute, you aren’t using your quirk at night… why are you wearing one right no….?” “NO MORE QUESTIONS!” the blonde haired boy interjected, seizing Izuku’s hand and dragging him out of the laundry room. 

The pair returned to Aoyama’s room, which was opulently decorated. The doors to his walk-in closet were dramatically flung open revealing its cavernous interior (‘How come I don’t get a walk-in closet?’ thought Izuku at that moment). The left side of the closet was filled with Aoyama’s typical frilly, flouncy, french clothes and the right side was crammed floor to ceiling with plastic packages of  …

“Wow you have a LOT of diapers Aoyama !... I didn’t even know they made so many different kinds.” 

“It’s important to have undergarments that match all of my outfits. Just because I have problems with my quirk doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have panache,”  he winked sparklingly as he said that. “Please friend, take a package that fits your ‘style’. I think we should be the same size, n’est pas.”

Deky scanned the diaper packages up and down. There was a bewildering variety of colours and patterns, pink ones, blue ones, black ones, white ones. Patterned with stars, moons, teddy bears, … and even famous pro heroes. Including…. All Might !? 

The Iconic smiling face of the pro-hero All Might adorned the package of “Mighty Pants for Boys” size medium. There they were, right there in the middle of the stack, adult sized diapers with an official licensed All Might Theme. (‘I’ll have to ask All Might about *this* sponsorship deal sometime…’, thought Izuku)  

Deku took one out of the package and unfolded it to examine the garment. White with red and blue trim, and ‘fade when wet’ Gold stars running down the middle. All Might’s logo was printed across the rear and the landing zone. 

“I mean…. It’s gotta be these right…. “ Izuku said out loud without thinking. Even if the thought of wearing a diaper at school was kind of embarrassing… somehow All Might’s smiling face on the package made him feel better about it, at least a little.

Aoyama piled a package of wipes and baby powder on top of the diaper pack. He targeted Izuku with a lustful gaze.

“Now mon ami, Lay on the bed so we can complete the ensemble!” He said with a flourish of his hand.

Deku blushed a ferocious red, he couldn’t imagine Aoyama seeing him…. Naked

“Okthankssomuchyou’rethebestwowit’sgettinglategottagookaybye” Deku blabbered as he sped out of the room and back to his own dorm, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and exhaustion… It was definitely time to go back to bed.

He unfolded the large diaper and lay it on the bare bed. He hadn’t bothered to retrieve his sheets, and at this point he would deal with it later.

He took off his pyjama bottoms and his All Might boxers and lay down on the diaper. As he lay on the bed he studied the side of the package for the instructions… how hard could this be?

He sprinkled a little powder on his crotch and then pulled up the front of the diaper. The bulk between his legs was very noticeable, these were very thick. They were called “Mighty” pants for a reason.  He grabbed the sticky tapes one by one by one and stuck them in the right place on the landing zone just above his hips. He managed to get it snug on the first try.

He shifted his bottom and explored the diaper with his hands. The smooth plastic felt cool under his fingers and the bulky feeling under his bottom was very… strange, but nice. “Wow, a diaper huh… can’t believe this happened” Deku said aloud to no one in particular.

He tried to tug his pyjama bottoms back on, but …they wouldn’t quite fit. The thick diaper covering his bottom was too much for the waist of pyjamas. He decided not to bother and just lay his head onto the pillow.

Sleep came very quickly, as Deku was exhausted. But, so too did the dreams.

Izuku was already on the ground crying, Katsuki had pushed him “You’re such a baby Deku, crying all the time” Izuku continued to bawl as Bakugo tormented him “Come on you big baby, get up and FIGHT ME, Stand up for yourself for once you weak bedwetter… bedwetter…. Bedwetter .” 

The words repeated over and over in Izuku’s head. He awoke once again with a start, this time it was morning.

But he didn’t feel cold, or wet. Instead he felt warm, and comfortable. 

Izuku basked in this comfort, compared to how he woke up in the middle of the night, this was heaven. The diaper had indeed done his job and soaked up another night time accident. It was swollen, its already considerable bulk had increased and become squishy, and the gold stars had faded from the middle. 

It felt..strange, but nice. 

Izuku’s hands once again explored the strange garment around his waist. He felt the stretched plastic and the squishy bulk of the diaper. It felt electric, as he ran his hands across where the stars had faded. He started to rub the squishy bulk against himself… it felt so good. He wiggled with pleasure.

*BWEEP BWEEP BWEEP BWEEP* His alarm went off, and he struck out his hand to silence it.

“Woah… let’s stop there for now.” He made a mental note to continue that exploration later when he had more time.

He peeled off the tapes and balled up the soaked diaper, grabbing a garbage bag to dispose of it.

He threw on his gym clothes and took the bag, it was time to get rid of the evidence.

He snuck around the back of the building to the dumpster, but someone was already there. He heard the lid slam down, hard, as Bakugo turned around to face him.

… of all the people it could have been…

“Oh hey Ka-chan, I’m just taking out the trash hahahahahha nothingweirdhappeningherejustnormaltrashstufwowfancymeetingyouhere…..” He blushed scarlet red and stammered on trying to fill the void of his anxiety.

“Whatever Nerd! Get out of my way” Ka-chan pushed past him and went back inside. Crisis averted.

Izuku nervously lifted the lid and was about to pitch his bag inside, but he stopped…

On top of the trash heap, inside the dumpster was an open trash bag, with the exact same All Might diaper he was about throw out. It was swollen and yellow, it looked completely full. The logos were all stretched out and there was no evidence of any of the gold stars across the middle. 

It was on top of the trash, which meant it had been placed really recently.

Izuku blinked in surprise. 

“Wait…. Does Bakugo wear diapers too ???“ Izuku said aloud in shock.

THE END?

[mrcl0ud]

One day my boyfriend was asked

"Why do you put a diaper on him and make him regress?"

My boyfriend replied

"Because if he's going to act like a baby, then I'm going to treat him like that."

Today I'm happier than I ever thought I'd be

[mrcl0ud]

I’m not trying to be a real man grown up. I’m happy being a silly diapee baby who makes you laugh ☺️

[mrcl0ud]

Dad: Don't sulk bunny.

Me: I don't like pink! 😒

Dad: It was the bet and you lost. You are so cute that I may add pink to your wardrobe.

Me: I am not a girl ! 😡

Dad: Pink is not only for girls but if you want to see what girls clothes are I can also buy you dresses if you want. 😈

[mrcl0ud]

Do your worst 🥰🫠

[mrcl0ud]

i said yes when you asked if you could wear your big boy undies.

i said yes when you asked for the extra large lemonade at the movie theater.

and i said yes when you asked if you could pee. i never said you could use the toilet, or that i’d unlock the bathroom door for you… you know the rules.

i said yes to everything you asked for and i’m still the bad guy? how is that fair?

awwwww, are you having an accident? it’s okay little boy…

maybe next time you’ll listen to me when i say you should wear your diaper out. after all, your big brother knows best.

[mrcl0ud]

Unknown Patient (cw: Medical Stuff, bad end)

A patient sits in a padded isolation cell in the lowest level of the hospital, a hospital bracelet around their ankle does not provide much information.

- Name: UNKNOWN

- AGE: UNKNOWN

- Admission Date: UNKNOWN

- Discharge Date: N/A

- Physician: Doctor Goode

They wore a straitjacket, a thick medical diaper and a heavy leather muzzle.

Removed twice a day, only for feeding and cleaning.

Dr. Goode had retired years ago, and there was no record of any new doctor in their chart.

So care just continued ... The restraints, the drugs, the liquid diet, the diaper changes.

Like Clockwork. No deviations.

No one at the hospital even knows who they are or why they are there, or how long they had been in that cell.

But the bills kept being paid, the diapers, and medication and staffing costs were no object. The hospital received a sizable donation each year covering all the expenses. Down to the penny.

Like Clockwork. No Deviations.

It's not that any of the nurses wished the patient ill, they continued to care for them night and day... The staff just didn't care enough to find out.

The patient never volunteered information either. They were never lucid enough to speak, even when the muzzle was removed for feeding. Nothing more than the occasional moan, and a fair bit of drool came out of their mouth.

They were just another patient, lost in the bureaucracy...

[mrcl0ud]

Hypnosis is just amazing. Bobby used to be the high school captain and college sports star. Now, he’s diapered 24/7 and can’t remember how to use the bathroom. He loves nothing better than sending pics to his new daddy.

[mrcl0ud]