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If Mommy says your skirt is long enough to cover your diaper, then does it really matter if your tiny little baby brain says otherwise?

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reblog if you’re pro-plushie humping <3 ignore if you’re normal :)

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Both! Cage first!

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"'(Dad)splain" to me why you keep me in diapers

Don't just tell me because "I say so"...... make it creative

"You wear diapers full-time, both for medical and emotional reasons."

• You no longer wear “grown-up” underwear or clothing that interferes with changing.

• You are not trusted to manage your bathroom needs, emotional regulation, or self-soothing.

• You function best when someone else is fully in control.

• You will be changed, fed, dressed, and quieted as needed, not as requested.

• Humiliation is not a punishment. It’s a reminder of who you are, and why this care is required."

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pushing out all my big girl thoughts🙂‍↕️

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diaper girls rule; diaper boys drool 💗

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Dressing her up in the cutest most adorable / age appropriate innocent (baby) style outfits is such an underrated experience. Yeh I get it - it’s cool and adorable to see a pretty girl waddling around in an oversized nappy however if you can dress her to match her little age on top you can make some pretty heart melting adorable results. For instance:

Getting her dressed up in a bright, frilly baby princess dress that’s just not long enough to cover what’s underneath. Great for subtle embarrassment and also let’s you know when she’s in need of a change. Unable to hide that droopy soggy mess in her pants. Paired that with tights or stockings to hold everything in place is an absolute win.

Shortalls and knee high socks have the same sort of effect! Looks cute, innocent and can be girly in the right capacity - still very easily to see the outline of something very thick underneath - knowing that when she goes and makes a mess she will be unable to hide it at all from anyone who glances in her general direction.

Soft onesies; further decked out with pacifier clips, chew toys (attached) and a bib around her neck for ultimate baby style embarrassment for days when you really want to throw her in the deep end.

If she’s been extremely good, you can give her the appeased of being a “bigger girl” in just any shirt and pull ups for but forcing her to walk around with a stuffy under one arm at all times to make sure she’s still blushing all the way! (Personally not really my thing as all girls need very thick nappy’s and babyish clothing at all times! However I know some of these people reading this post have older little ages and want to include everyone.)

If she can’t be as cute, colorful and / or embarrassed as the soft gentle regressed world you sink and keep her submerged in your missing out on a great humiliation tool that brings you closer and makes the dynamic feel more real for you both.

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The metal was cold against my skin, a permanent fixture that redefined my anatomy. The first photo captured a forced flatness, a cage that had rendered my manhood a mere suggestion. A promise of a life that had been taken from me, and the beginning of a new life. A blank space, a void where something had once been.

Then came the second photo, a brutal juxtaposition. From behind, the unnatural curve of something else entirely, a foreign object that had claimed my body, a silicone invader that mocked my form. It was a statement, an act of erasure. This is who I was now. It’s what she made me.

She had done this. She had shaped me, molded me into something I never wanted to be. I was an experiment, a canvas for her warped desires, a before and after, a demonstration of her absolute control. She took what she wanted, and what she wanted was me, twisted, helpless, an empty vessel waiting to be filled. It was no longer about me.

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The city sidewalk buzzed with life as James shuffled awkwardly next to his girlfriend, Lily. The thick, crinkling padding between his legs was impossible to ignore, his every step producing a soft shhh-shhh beneath his jeans. Nobody else seemed to notice, but to him, it was deafening.

Lily, effortlessly confident in her tight sporty top and ripped jeans, swung the keyring around her finger—his keyring. The tiny silver key to his chastity cage glinted mockingly under the afternoon sun. She smirked, watching him glance nervously at it every few seconds.

"You're being extra twitchy today, baby," she cooed, leaning in with a wicked grin. "Worried about something?"

James swallowed hard. "N-no, I just—"

Before he could finish, Lily accidentally let the keys slip from her fingers. They clattered onto the pavement, skittering dangerously close to a storm drain.

"Oops!" she gasped, pressing a hand to her lips in exaggerated shock. "I dropped your keys, honey!"

James's stomach clenched. He instinctively lurched forward, but—

"Ah-ah!" Lily snapped her fingers, halting him mid-motion. "Remember the rules. No touching your special things, remember? Not your diaper, and certainly not the keys."

His face burned crimson as he froze, utterly helpless.

Lily tilted her head, feigning sympathy. "It would be truly terrible if we lost them, don’t you think?" She nudged the keys with her sneaker, pushing them even closer to the grate. "But, oh well… it's not like your little friend would be of any use anytime soon, right… baby?"

His cock throbbed pathetically in its cage, desperate for touch but denied even the relief of friction against his thick diaper. He whimpered.

Lily crouched down, scooped up the keys—then peered thoughtfully into the storm drain as if considering dropping them for good.

"You know…" she mused, "maybe we should come back tonight. If you really want them, you can crawl down there and look. Unless…" She glanced toward a nearby janitor pushing a trash cart. "Unless someone else takes them first."

James's breath hitched. "Lily, please—"

She silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shhh. No begging." Then, grinning, she stuffed the keys into her back pocket—making sure he got a full view of her perfectly rounded ass in the process.

"Let’s go," she purred, patting his padded crotch teasingly. "Mommy wants ice cream, and someone needs to hold it for her… with his mouth."

With that, she sauntered off, leaving James shivering in humiliation—and, despite everything, achingly hard in his cage.

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Making something yummy in my good girl dress and thick diapeys

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I am living proof you can turn yourself into a bedwetter if you try hard enough >~<

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Get Used to It

He sat on the mat with his legs awkwardly bowed by the bulk of his soaked diaper, his onesie unsnapped and hanging loose around his hips. The mittens locked on his hands kept him from fidgeting properly. Not that it mattered, there was nowhere for the nervous energy to go, not while his eyes stayed fixed on what she had laid out just a few feet in front of him.

On a low table rested a freshly folded diaper. Soft. Puffy. Perfect.

And perched squarely on top of it, like a twisted little crown jewel, sat the pacifier.

It wasn’t really a pacifier. Not anymore.

“You’ve been staring for ten minutes,” she said, voice like honey over ice. “It’s not going to shrink just because you’re hoping it will.”

He swallowed hard.

“I… I didn’t think—”

She cut him off with a soft laugh.

“Oh, I know what you thought. You thought you’d get to live here getting warm bottles, clean diapers, a soft crib, and never really have to do anything in return..”

She stopped at the table and lifted the pacifier delicately between two fingers.

“But baby… nothing here is free...”

She held it up for him to see, turning it just enough so the veined shaft caught the light. His mouth fell open slightly, the shame blooming fresh in his chest.

“It’s shaped this way because that’s what your mouth is for now,” she said. “You’re not here to be cute. You’re here to be useful.”

She crouched down to his level and held the pacifier just above his lips.

“This is your training model. Soft enough that I’ll see every tooth mark. And if I see even one? Then I swear to god I'll shove it up your ass and fuck you with it before I put it right back in your mouth again!”

He whimpered.

“But if you suck properly?” she went on. “If you take it like a good little service sissy? Then you earn things. A fresh change. A blanket. Maybe even the right to be touched again.”

He stared up at her, eyes wide, lips trembling.

She brought it to his mouth. “Open.”

She didn’t wait.

The bulb pushed past his lips and filled his mouth instantly. There was no room to move, no room to resist. Just a thick, rubbery fullness that demanded obedience.

He gagged. A sudden, wet choke caught in his throat as the pressure hit too deep, too fast. His eyes flew open, watering immediately. He tried to pull back, but her hand was already at the back of his head, firm and unyielding.

“Uh uh,” she whispered, voice low and silken. “You don’t flinch from this. You relax.”

He whimpered through the fullness, jaw trembling, his tongue flattened under the sheer mass of the bulb. His throat fluttered again with a shallow gag.

“Shh,” she soothed mockingly. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it… let it happen. Let your body learn. You’ll get used to that stretch. It’s supposed to feel like too much. That’s how you grow.”

She pressed it in deeper. His lips stretched wide around the shaft, spit already starting to seep out across his chin.

He moaned softly, helpless, flushed. Every instinct told him to pull away, but he didn’t dare. His mouth was pinned open. His tongue cradled the shape like it belonged there.

And slowly, reluctantly… his gag reflex started to ease.

“Therrrre you gooo!!” she cooed, watching the tension melt from his jaw as he gave in to it. “That’s better. That’s what I want. A good, open little hole, sucking without complaint. No teeth. No whining. Just sloppy, desperate obedience.”

His breath came through his nose now, shaky at first, then steadier with each humiliating suck. His eyes were glassy. The bulb bobbed with each motion of his jaw, wet sounds already starting to build as drool pooled under his tongue.

She gave the pacifier a gentle twist, smiling when he whimpered again.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. That’s your new normal. So you’d better get used to it. And it will stay in until I remove it. Do you understand me?!"

He whimpered around the overly large penis pacifier, but nodded obediently.

"Good." She smiled, "Now let's go change your diaper!”

She stood, walked to the changing table, and patted the fresh diaper waiting for him.

“Come on. Crawl.”

He did, red-faced and silent, his heavily sodden diaper squelching with each movement. The pacifier stayed firmly in place. He couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to.

Once he was flat on the padded table, she made a show of sighing, as if even touching his soggy little body was a chore. The snaps of his onesie hung loose under his arms, leaving his swollen diaper fully exposed. She crouched beside him, cooing in a voice so syrupy-sweet it made his stomach twist.

“Time for someone’s big girl change, huh? Let’s see how badly you soaked this one…”

She peeled back the tapes with crisp, sticky rips. Her nose wrinkled as she pulled the front of the padding back, revealing swollen, sagging gel and a damp sheen across his thighs. The padding clung wetly to his thighs and the pathetic pink cage between them. A thick wave of warmth rushed over his face as she took it all in.

“Oh, wow. Look at you, sweetheart… You absolutely flooded this one.”

She gave the diaper a single dramatic shake before letting it fall open and exposing his leaky little nub.

“And what do we have here?” she asked in that awful singsong tone. “Oh, no… oh, no no no. This isn’t just diaper wet, is it?”

She tapped the cage with her finger. It twitched. A glimmering bead of precum made a sticky rope on her finger.

“Aww, baby,” she whispered mockingly. “You’re leaking. Again. From your tiny little clitty. And you expect me to believe you’re not excited?”

Her fingers wiped along the underside of the cage, smearing the evidence. She held them up.

“This isn’t an accident. This is what your body does when I put a plug in your mouth and talk about what you’re really here for.”

She looked down at him, her expression twisted into something half-loving, half-pitiless.

“That’s why you’re wearing that training paci, honey. Because it’s time you learned what your mouth is good for.”

He squirmed. Moaned behind the pacifier, cheeks flushed, drool spilling from the corners of his stretched lips. But she wasn’t done.

“No more baby pacis. No more soft silicone nipples. You’re not being trained for bottles, sugar. You’re being trained for men.”

She plucked a wipe from the dispenser and began scrubbing him with fast, efficient strokes, lifting his legs high, wiping his buttcrack roughly without ceremony.

“I’ve got plenty of friends who’d love a pampered little princess like you,” she went on, as if making idle conversation. “Men with thick wallets and thicker cocks. You want a roof over your head? Want clean diapers? Want someone to come tuck you in at night?”

She pressed the wipe hard against the base of his cage, ignoring his squirm.

“Then you’re going to earn it. You’ll take what they give you. Happily. And you'll suck like your little life depends on it. Because guess what, sweetie? It does.”

She slid a fresh diaper beneath him and sprinkled a generous puff of powder between his thighs.

“You think I change you out of love? No, no. You’re an investment. A product in training. A future favorite for the right clientele.”

She pulled the diaper up, taped it snug, and gave the front a few affectionate pats right over the cage.

“Mm. All padded up. Still dripping. But cute as ever.”

Then she leaned in close, her lips brushing the edge of his ear.

“That paci in your mouth? That’s just the beginning. If it makes you leak this much now, I cannot wait to see what you do when you’re on your knees with the real thing inside you. Stroking. Throbbing. Waiting.”

She stepped back, admiring the way he lay there, mouth stretched wide, face wet with drool and shame, and his diaper freshly puffed around his thighs.

She gave the pacifier one last, cruel push deeper into his mouth, making him gag and gurgle again.

“So suck it, baby. Get used to the shape. Because when the real ones come? You’d better not gag.”

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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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This is the dream! 🥰

Yes she’s in her 30’s but we treat her like she’s 3. Oh the diapers? Yes she fully uses those as well. Does she enjoy it? That’s of no concern to us.