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Charmer - Short Story

I decided to change it up and do a MDLB themed story. If this story interests you, you can read my full library available on my Patreon: www.patreon.com/storiesforbabyboys

Waiting for him to arrive as she sat by the window, she began to recall the special moments they had together. Their first encounter where they made small talk that would then snowball into their deep, guarded secrets being shared with each other. Or the intimate weekends spent together where these secret wishes could finally play out. Luckily for them a new weekend of ABDL adventure awaited them. 

Finally, his car pulled up which was crunching the snow beneath its tires. A sound that oddly filled her with excitement for the fun that would soon begin. He stepped out in his winter boots. Signaling to the world that he could endure the harsh winter. What the world didn’t know was that this confident, headstrong man would soon surrender the very qualities that men were known for. It was ok because they both needed him to be someone different this evening.

As he approached the front door, each step solidified his descent into her arms and care. As the door opened he felt his need to lead and provide quickly diminish. Now he was just a boy longing for her comfort and direction. He was immediately embraced in a hug. Soothed and at ease, his back was rubbed and a sneaking hand patted his bum which had a distinctive crinkle to it.

Welcoming her baby boy inside, his caretaker wasted no time in getting his Levi’s unzipped and unbuttoned to reveal a thick and soggy diaper. His work jeans were stiff and scratchy but as she threw them to the ground he knew an evening of warm babyish comfort was now his. 

She felt how heavy and soaked it was. Probably the warmest part on his body. He giggled like a silly kid. Clearly there was one adult in the room now. She smiled warmly at his reaction knowing how little he was now becoming.

She led him to the changing mat laid in the carpeted living room. The TV played a show from his childhood that he confessed to her that he still enjoyed as an adult. Part of his efforts to test the ABDL waters with her.

Her little stud was laid gently on his mat. The sound of his diaper tapes being pulled away from the landing strip sent him into a babyish and submissive trance. To think he was an independent man minutes ago seemed impossible now.

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Puer Recesserunt (Part One)

Excited to announce a new collaboration with an ABDL artist to give this series the art it deserves. Check out Part Two on my Patreon to see what happens next with Javier and the illustration that got commissioned:

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Javier was hovering above his Latin workbook. His look of concentration made him look like he was constipated instead. He thought he had it down but with only 30 minutes before his midterm, his hopes were dying along with his mastery of the Latin language. Javier tried hard to be a good student but he was easily distracted. His thighs bounced under the table as his anxiety climbed with each passing minute. He was cursing himself for being so nonchalant about his studies. This is what he deserved for letting his dumb friends pull him away from his homework to do dumb boy stuff all weekend. The weather was great for basketball so Javier and his friends would be playing for hours. Each time they ended up staying until that magic hour when the sun was finally set and the flood lights came on.

Javier knew these days were numbered so he made sure to make each weekend count before life really got serious. His friends were everything. School was ok but he was going to miss them all when they all had to go their separate ways. It was not easy being the only studious one out of the bunch. Javier always felt left out somehow. He would overcompensate by putting off his responsibilities to make sure he could go out with all of them. Just so his place in the group was never questioned. Then he would have to cram and rush through everything he put off. Always stuck in the vicious cycle.

Javier’s parents were always hard on him for choosing them. If they had it their way Javier would be having homework dates on the weekend with the kids that didn’t have a TV in their houses.

“Screw that”, Javier muttered to himself. His internal monologue escaped his mind from time to time.

His moment of thinking out loud received a look of disdain from the girl facing him at another table. Javier swore she rolled her eyes. He was use to stuck up people. They were always jealous of him. Whether it was for his looks, friends, or social standing. Glancing at the Apple watch his parents bought him, Javier knew he needed to rush off to class. “God damn it” Javier muttered out loud again. The looks he received back in the campus library were another sign it was time for him to go. Javier sighed deeply, knowing this would be another throat punch to his GPA.

The exam was even more unforgiving than Javier could imagine. What he was able to study during his impromptu study session was about a third of what was actually on the exam. He was the last student to finish and that meant he had to do the walk of shame to his disapproving professor. As Javier rose up from his seat, he decided to keep his eyes down. He didn’t want to give Professor Brown an easy opportunity to give him a dissatisfied glare. Javier set his exam down in the tray. Professor Brown was sitting behind his antique desk watching Javier closely but said nothing. As Javier turned away, Professor Brown started to speak.

“Javier, I think we should talk about your academic performance this semester. Can you join me for a quick chat?”. Javier felt his body tense up and let a groan escape. He was so close.

“Uh yeah sure Mr. Brown”.

“Actually, it’s Professor Brown. You’re not in high school anymore, please address me as professor. This is a serious academic environment.” Javier wanted to roll his eyes like the girl in the library. “Yes Professor Brown. What do we need to discuss?”

Professor Brown smiled warmly, “take a seat young man. We have a lot to go over.” Javier obeyed and sat down. Remarking how their age difference wasn’t even that great. Professor Brown was only in his thirties. He wasn’t even tenured yet. If Javier said that out loud, Professor Brown would surely end him right then and there.

“Javier, you have shown me that you’re capable of making great strides with course content but your performance is always inconsistent. I wanted to touch base and see if we could identify the root of this problem.” Professor Brown crossed his arms, almost demanding an explanation.

Javier looked down at the ground like a little kid caught red handed. “I guess I get distracted and lose focus easily.” Professor Brown raised a brow but still didn’t seem satisfied with Javier’s explanation. “Well young man, I think we both know you have to be the one to push yourself and be on top of your obligations as a student.” Javier wanted to say “well duh”, but he knew better than to upset Professor Brown.

“Yes, I understand. I just don’t want to miss out on my youth. I know my friends and I are going to go our separate ways soon. They mean a lot to me and I don’t always have the easiest time with time management.” Javier was impressed with himself, he was being sincere with an authority figure for once.

“Well what’s more important to you Javier. Your academic ambitions or play time with the boys?” Professor Brown remained painfully stoic.

“To be honest, I think it’s play time with the boys,” Javier replied back. He was ticked off. His professor had no right to corner him this way.

“I see. I’m glad we could reach an understanding about your intentions. In that case I do have an extra credit opportunity for you. It’s very simple and won’t take much time.”

Javier sighed, “ok what is it?” Javier felt himself get nervous. Professor Brown was an intense personality. He never broke his gaze with Professor Brown who was still giving Javier his knowing, condescending smile.

“Just look at this word I wrote on this piece of paper and recite it to me.” Professor Brown tapped his finger on the paper, signaling Javier to get closer.

Javier peered over the desk and saw the word, “Puer Recesserunt”. Javier read it over again. “Puer Recesserunt. There, I said it. How many extra credit points do I get?”

Professor Brown’s smile grew wider. “Well, it’s not necessarily extra credit. I deceived you there. But it will give you what you truly want. Like we had just discussed. I don’t want to waste your time. Your studies don’t matter to you, we made that clear. So play time it is. Isn’t that right little boy?”

Javier took a step back. Why was Professor Brown flipping the script like this? He needed an answer to this.

“Did you just call me a little boy?!” Javier had confusion in his eyes.

“I did because that’s what you are. You also just spoke that into existence, you’ll get to relive your youth. Albeit, not the way you imagined.” Professor Brown’s smile was almost insidious.

“Professor Brown what’s going on? This is inappropriate. I’m leaving right now and telling administration.” Javier’s heart palpitations were coming in strong. His fight or flight instincts were kicking in. This man was a creep.

“I’m not Professor Brown anymore. Remember? You didn’t even want to call me that. How does ‘Daddy’ sound to you?” Javier was speechless. He wanted to be called “Daddy”? This made no sense. Why couldn’t Professor Brown just put him on academic probation like a normal professor?

“No, I won’t be doing that. You can f*ck off.” Javier had it. He wasn’t going to entertain this any longer.

“Those are really big, nasty words for such a little boy. I want you to come here and sit on my lap. You’re having a temper tantrum right now. Daddy’s right here. He’ll listen, you don’t need to act out like this to get the attention you need.”

Javier got ready to high tail it out of there but he couldn’t mentally nor physically do it. He just stood staring back at Daddy with fear in his eyes. He felt paralyzed yet comforted by this man’s presence and words.

“It’s ok, come to Daddy. You can have a nice seat on his lap and I’ll make those unhappy feelings go away.” Javier’s mind was racing with anger and fear. He wanted to hit the bastard. But with each passing moment, his willpower and rebellious chipped away. He couldn’t bring himself to resist any of this.

Now Javier was listening intently to Daddy’s soothing and disarming words. He found himself stepping towards Daddy. Suddenly he found himself bringing his thumb up to his mouth. It felt so natural to walk towards Daddy and to suckle softly on his thumb. He felt like a little boy approaching the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. Ready for a day of wonder and childhood joy.

“That’s a good boy. You’re such a good boy for doing what I say.” Daddy finally gave Javier a pleased look of approval. Javier was beaming inside. Listening to Daddy and receiving praise felt so good. It felt so much better than feeling confused and angry. Daddy nodded in approval making Javier smile around his thumb. Daddy was so pleased with him and it felt so right.

As Javier got within an arm’s reach of Daddy, suddenly he felt his pants become warm and wet. It happened so quickly, he was barely registering his current predicament as drops of warm pee pooled at his feet. His crotch was soaked, his pee was soaking his socks and shoes. He felt like a small child having a playground accident. His smile turned into a look of worry.

“Oh buddy. It’s ok. You had a peepee accident. Daddy’s here, he’ll get you dry.” Javier looked back at Daddy innocently. He nodded as he nursed his thumb. Ten minutes ago, he was a combative young adult and now he stood in front of his former professor in his pee soaked clothes. Daddy was so skillful and fast at making him feel good again.

Daddy took out a bag from under his desk. He unfolded a mat and laid it on the ground. It had dinosaur patterns and looked like it had a velvety touch to it. “Lay down big guy. Let’s get you changed out of those soggy clothes.” Javier felt so submissive and obedient, he did as Daddy said without a second guess. His thumb never left mouth as Daddy unbuttoned his pants and worked to get his wet clothes off of his little boy. For a brief moment, Javier realized what was happening but his body and mind still felt docile. The cool air must have made him alert again but for no good purpose. Now he laid naked from the waist down in front of the man that intimidated and antagonized him as a college student. His boy parts were on display and sensitive to the cold air in the room. His new Daddy smiled warmly as he wiped his crotch with some wipes.

“I’m so glad you were honest about your true feelings Javier. I can’t wait to let you be little again. Being a college student must have been so hard for you. You can’t ask a little boy to take on that much responsibility. Your cries for help were answered little boy. Daddy’s going to make it all right.”

Javier’s ankles were held up to get his smooth butt clean. It had been nearly two decades since he was treated this way but it felt so familiar and right.

End of Part One.

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Puer Recesserunt (Part One)

Excited to announce a new collaboration with an ABDL artist to give this series the art it deserves. Check out Part Two on my Patreon to see what happens next with Javier and the illustration that got commissioned:

https://www.patreon.com/storiesforbabyboys

Javier was hovering above his Latin workbook. His look of concentration made him look like he was constipated instead. He thought he had it down but with only 30 minutes before his midterm, his hopes were dying along with his mastery of the Latin language. Javier tried hard to be a good student but he was easily distracted. His thighs bounced under the table as his anxiety climbed with each passing minute. He was cursing himself for being so nonchalant about his studies. This is what he deserved for letting his dumb friends pull him away from his homework to do dumb boy stuff all weekend. The weather was great for basketball so Javier and his friends would be playing for hours. Each time they ended up staying until that magic hour when the sun was finally set and the flood lights came on.

Javier knew these days were numbered so he made sure to make each weekend count before life really got serious. His friends were everything. School was ok but he was going to miss them all when they all had to go their separate ways. It was not easy being the only studious one out of the bunch. Javier always felt left out somehow. He would overcompensate by putting off his responsibilities to make sure he could go out with all of them. Just so his place in the group was never questioned. Then he would have to cram and rush through everything he put off. Always stuck in the vicious cycle.

Javier’s parents were always hard on him for choosing them. If they had it their way Javier would be having homework dates on the weekend with the kids that didn’t have a TV in their houses.

“Screw that”, Javier muttered to himself. His internal monologue escaped his mind from time to time.

His moment of thinking out loud received a look of disdain from the girl facing him at another table. Javier swore she rolled her eyes. He was use to stuck up people. They were always jealous of him. Whether it was for his looks, friends, or social standing. Glancing at the Apple watch his parents bought him, Javier knew he needed to rush off to class. “God damn it” Javier muttered out loud again. The looks he received back in the campus library were another sign it was time for him to go. Javier sighed deeply, knowing this would be another throat punch to his GPA.

The exam was even more unforgiving than Javier could imagine. What he was able to study during his impromptu study session was about a third of what was actually on the exam. He was the last student to finish and that meant he had to do the walk of shame to his disapproving professor. As Javier rose up from his seat, he decided to keep his eyes down. He didn’t want to give Professor Brown an easy opportunity to give him a dissatisfied glare. Javier set his exam down in the tray. Professor Brown was sitting behind his antique desk watching Javier closely but said nothing. As Javier turned away, Professor Brown started to speak.

“Javier, I think we should talk about your academic performance this semester. Can you join me for a quick chat?”. Javier felt his body tense up and let a groan escape. He was so close.

“Uh yeah sure Mr. Brown”.

“Actually, it’s Professor Brown. You’re not in high school anymore, please address me as professor. This is a serious academic environment.” Javier wanted to roll his eyes like the girl in the library. “Yes Professor Brown. What do we need to discuss?”

Professor Brown smiled warmly, “take a seat young man. We have a lot to go over.” Javier obeyed and sat down. Remarking how their age difference wasn’t even that great. Professor Brown was only in his thirties. He wasn’t even tenured yet. If Javier said that out loud, Professor Brown would surely end him right then and there.

“Javier, you have shown me that you’re capable of making great strides with course content but your performance is always inconsistent. I wanted to touch base and see if we could identify the root of this problem.” Professor Brown crossed his arms, almost demanding an explanation.

Javier looked down at the ground like a little kid caught red handed. “I guess I get distracted and lose focus easily.” Professor Brown raised a brow but still didn’t seem satisfied with Javier’s explanation. “Well young man, I think we both know you have to be the one to push yourself and be on top of your obligations as a student.” Javier wanted to say “well duh”, but he knew better than to upset Professor Brown.

“Yes, I understand. I just don’t want to miss out on my youth. I know my friends and I are going to go our separate ways soon. They mean a lot to me and I don’t always have the easiest time with time management.” Javier was impressed with himself, he was being sincere with an authority figure for once.

“Well what’s more important to you Javier. Your academic ambitions or play time with the boys?” Professor Brown remained painfully stoic.

“To be honest, I think it’s play time with the boys,” Javier replied back. He was ticked off. His professor had no right to corner him this way.

“I see. I’m glad we could reach an understanding about your intentions. In that case I do have an extra credit opportunity for you. It’s very simple and won’t take much time.”

Javier sighed, “ok what is it?” Javier felt himself get nervous. Professor Brown was an intense personality. He never broke his gaze with Professor Brown who was still giving Javier his knowing, condescending smile.

“Just look at this word I wrote on this piece of paper and recite it to me.” Professor Brown tapped his finger on the paper, signaling Javier to get closer.

Javier peered over the desk and saw the word, “Puer Recesserunt”. Javier read it over again. “Puer Recesserunt. There, I said it. How many extra credit points do I get?”

Professor Brown’s smile grew wider. “Well, it’s not necessarily extra credit. I deceived you there. But it will give you what you truly want. Like we had just discussed. I don’t want to waste your time. Your studies don’t matter to you, we made that clear. So play time it is. Isn’t that right little boy?”

Javier took a step back. Why was Professor Brown flipping the script like this? He needed an answer to this.

“Did you just call me a little boy?!” Javier had confusion in his eyes.

“I did because that’s what you are. You also just spoke that into existence, you’ll get to relive your youth. Albeit, not the way you imagined.” Professor Brown’s smile was almost insidious.

“Professor Brown what’s going on? This is inappropriate. I’m leaving right now and telling administration.” Javier’s heart palpitations were coming in strong. His fight or flight instincts were kicking in. This man was a creep.

“I’m not Professor Brown anymore. Remember? You didn’t even want to call me that. How does ‘Daddy’ sound to you?” Javier was speechless. He wanted to be called “Daddy”? This made no sense. Why couldn’t Professor Brown just put him on academic probation like a normal professor?

“No, I won’t be doing that. You can f*ck off.” Javier had it. He wasn’t going to entertain this any longer.

“Those are really big, nasty words for such a little boy. I want you to come here and sit on my lap. You’re having a temper tantrum right now. Daddy’s right here. He’ll listen, you don’t need to act out like this to get the attention you need.”

Javier got ready to high tail it out of there but he couldn’t mentally nor physically do it. He just stood staring back at Daddy with fear in his eyes. He felt paralyzed yet comforted by this man’s presence and words.

“It’s ok, come to Daddy. You can have a nice seat on his lap and I’ll make those unhappy feelings go away.” Javier’s mind was racing with anger and fear. He wanted to hit the bastard. But with each passing moment, his willpower and rebellious chipped away. He couldn’t bring himself to resist any of this.

Now Javier was listening intently to Daddy's soothing and disarming words. He found himself stepping towards Daddy. Suddenly he found himself bringing his thumb up to his mouth. It felt so natural to walk towards Daddy and to suckle softly on his thumb. He felt like a little boy approaching the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. Ready for a day of wonder and childhood joy.

“That’s a good boy. You’re such a good boy for doing what I say.” Daddy finally gave Javier a pleased look of approval. Javier was beaming inside. Listening to Daddy and receiving praise felt so good. It felt so much better than feeling confused and angry. Daddy nodded in approval making Javier smile around his thumb. Daddy was so pleased with him and it felt so right.

As Javier got within an arm’s reach of Daddy, suddenly he felt his pants become warm and wet. It happened so quickly, he was barely registering his current predicament as drops of warm pee pooled at his feet. His crotch was soaked, his pee was soaking his socks and shoes. He felt like a small child having a playground accident. His smile turned into a look of worry.

“Oh buddy. It’s ok. You had a peepee accident. Daddy’s here, he’ll get you dry.” Javier looked back at Daddy innocently. He nodded as he nursed his thumb. Ten minutes ago, he was a combative young adult and now he stood in front of his former professor in his pee soaked clothes. Daddy was so skillful and fast at making him feel good again.

Daddy took out a bag from under his desk. He unfolded a mat and laid it on the ground. It had dinosaur patterns and looked like it had a velvety touch to it. “Lay down big guy. Let’s get you changed out of those soggy clothes.” Javier felt so submissive and obedient, he did as Daddy said without a second guess. His thumb never left mouth as Daddy unbuttoned his pants and worked to get his wet clothes off of his little boy. For a brief moment, Javier realized what was happening but his body and mind still felt docile. The cool air must have made him alert again but for no good purpose. Now he laid naked from the waist down in front of the man that intimidated and antagonized him as a college student. His boy parts were on display and sensitive to the cold air in the room. His new Daddy smiled warmly as he wiped his crotch with some wipes.

“I’m so glad you were honest about your true feelings Javier. I can’t wait to let you be little again. Being a college student must have been so hard for you. You can’t ask a little boy to take on that much responsibility. Your cries for help were answered little boy. Daddy’s going to make it all right.”

Javier’s ankles were held up to get his smooth butt clean. It had been nearly two decades since he was treated this way but it felt so familiar and right.

End of Part One.

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Truly a classic.

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Hey drooling babies.

Wanted to inform you all that I will be resuming writing stories this weekend. I have a new story up on my Patreon entitled “Big Kid Undies” for my subscribers but I know this blog has been quiet recently. That will be changing soon ☺️.

I will also work on a way to formally request commissions from me. I struggle with responding to requests and keeping track of that so stay tuned if that interests you.

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The Black ABDL community does exist.

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Snippet - Ruined Part Three

*This content is only intended for legal adults. Be advised, this story has strong sexual themes*

Zach woke up in a sweat. His mind was racing. He quickly took note of his surroundings. "God damn it", Zach thought to himself. It wasn't a kinky, extreme dream. This was his new reality. He was in a tight onesie. It kept his thick, pee-bogged padding against his metal cage. Was it stainless steel? Titanium? It didn't matter. He wasn't getting out of it.

The past two weeks Zach was a witness to his own descent into infantile cuckhood. Daddy's friends were around to taunt and humiliate him. It was like a going away party for his manhood which involved him leaking precum into his cage and using his diapers like a small child. It seemed like everything he tried to do reminded him of his status, or lack thereof. Zach kept thinking back to that conversation in the park. A bright sunny day, a perfect one to be with Daddy. He was wearing a slightly wet Peek-abu. Thick enough to cause a slight waddle. Daddy kept pushing his limits even in the most casual and unassuming of moments of the day. His shorts did not do much to keep his choice of underwear discrete. But it didn't matter. He felt so safe and cared for when he was with Daddy. Zach would probably feel self conscious and insecure in the park alone dressed like this. Daddy reminded him how little he was with so many small gestures. From holding his hand tight while they crossed the street or dominating butt pats in the supermarket, reminders for Zach to behave and to be on his best behavior.

Zach was submissive and little. Daddy allowed him to live his truth.

Now both sat on the bench, Daddy took Zach's bib handkerchief to wipe some drool on the side of his mouth. "Messy little guy eating his ice cream", Daddy commented as he finished cleaning Zach's face. "Daddy, I wasn't even that messy." Daddy laughed, "what kind of daddy would I be if I didn't keep your face clean. At least in public." Zach knew Daddy was right most of the time. He hated but secretly loved how Daddy would treat him this way regardless of who was around. "I really like taking care of you like this. I don't want to put words in your mouth but I think you've been really happy Zach."

Zach blushed, "I have been really happy Daddy. I've never felt so little and cared for like this. I'm really glad to have met you." Daddy put his hand on Zach's thigh and squeezed it. Their non-verbal communication worked so well.

"I want to take this to the next level. I know we've kept it mostly between us. But I want to really make you feel seen as the little, submissive boy you are. Is that what you want?"

Zach stared at the grass, he wanted this lifestyle for so long. And now it was here, asking to change his life. "Daddy, I want it. But I'm just scared of losing control."

Daddy pulled him into a side hug. "Buddy, you've already given me so much control over you. I don't think there's much more. It's a slippery slope and guess what? I already have you out here in a thick diaper and not so baggy shorts. I've already seen some people smirk at your cute puppy dog bib. We joked that it was pushing it. But it really is. A lot of people have seen who you are." Zach blushed deeply, he thought they were being more discrete than that. Was he just oblivious?

"I can't just be an adult toddler all the time. That doesn't work." Zach was stepping all over the fantasy.

"I know sport. But when we can have you being the little boy you need to be, isn't that a beautiful thing? And then there's other times where you can be the big boy you need to be but a snug diaper under your dress pants reminds you of whose little boy you are."

Zach felt relief at Daddy's quick thinking on this. "That makes sense. I just get worried and stuck in my head sometimes." Daddy squeezed Zach again. "I know you do and that's why I'm here to make it safe for you to be yourself. You have already given up so many of your big boy privileges and desires. I'm happy to return the favor and be the daddy you need me to be." Zach knew that Daddy was there for him. He was anxious about what was to come but he knew it was going to be what he always wanted.

"I got you something. I think it will help you understand how your life is about to change." Daddy had something planned. This entire day at the park was probably part of it too.

"What is it Daddy?" Zach could only ask and wait to see. Daddy smirked and put his hand into his coat pocket. As he took it out light caught the object's surface. It was reflective.

The complete story and more are available at www.patreon.com/storiesforbabyboys

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Read Part Three on the StoriesforBabyBoys Patreon for Zach’s continued humiliation and regression into a locked diaper boy.

How Zach found himself in his first chastity cage is explained. This little guy learns his life will be full of diaper exposure and ageplay.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/ruined-part-46621475

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Going out to the lake was always a good time but for Craig this would be his first outing as his daddy’s little boy. He was unsure how he felt about that. This day was a balmy one and to Craig’s dismay it was perfect weather to show off his new Space diaper. His daddy had taken Craig down to the shore where he unzipped his pants and unbuttoned his onesie just like he was any other dad tending to his toddler boy. He then ordered little baby Craig to hold up his onesie and shirt to show off his big light blue diaper. Noting how many people were out taking advantage of the warm day whether they be boating or taking a stroll, little boy Craig was quite concerned with his new predicament and status. He use to envy how babies and toddlers got to play carelessly in their diapers but now that he was out in the open he was somewhat scared. “There’s a cute boy if I ever saw one” his daddy said watching his boy debut his diapers. “By the look of it your diaper looks kinda soggy bud, how about we get you freshened up? Let’s go over to this nice smooth rock and we’ll get you changed.” Daddy pulled Craig’s pants back up and took his hand as he slowly walked his boy towards the big smooth rock, making sure to hold his hand tight since he wouldn’t want his little boy to take a tumble.

Laying Craig gently on nature’s changing table as daddy called it, he noticed that his little boy was a little more quiet than usual. Placing his hand on his tummy daddy smiled at his toddler. “It’s ok champ, I’m right here with you. You’re just a little guy, nobody can judge me for changing my boy’s diaper. You are so little after all. Let’s snap a pic, you’re just too adorable!” Little Craig blushed a little but he was more reassured having daddy remind him how little he was and how daddy was there for him. It wasn’t until a nearby boat slowed near them that Craig had a worried look on his face again. Pulling off Craig’s pants, Craig could hear the faint chatter of the people in the boat. 

Craig’s diaper was on display again and he was paranoid that the people in the boat were talking about him. His daddy glanced up eventually and smiled at his little boy once again. “Those young guys in the boat are looking at us but I think they’re more curious than anything. Here I’m going to wave at them.” Hearing this, Craig got even more anxious. What if they decided to come meet them? But before Craig’s mind could race off anymore, Daddy spoke again. “They just waved back, they’re nice people and they smiled too. Don’t worry about it champ. Ok let me get this wet thing off of you, we need to get you into a dry one.” Sure Craig was still a little unsure about all of this but no matter what, his daddy was there to make him feel better. After all, who could have a bad day at the lake?

*Big thanks to Baby Boy Craig http://babyboycraig.tumblr.com/ ! His photos he took with his daddy are absolutely adorable so check out more on his tumblr. If you would like a captioned story like this let me know. For now enjoy this little boy’s story. 

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*This short story is 18+ plus sexual content.

“It’s ok little man. You can show everyone. Don’t be shy in front of daddy’s friends.”

Zach slowly began to pull down his shorts obediently. He never experienced so much humiliation in his life. It was like getting hit with a shockwave of embarrassment. He felt the embarrassment deep in his core. Those men would never view him as their counterpart. His manhood was done and over with. All they see now is a pathetic diaper boy among them. Showing off his soggy diaper so they can point and chuckle about it. Smirk and relish in the fact that they’re so macho and superior to him. It was a pivotal moment although an impossibly uncomfortable situation for Zach. They use to go on hikes together. They’d meet each other on a basketball court and compete. But how can that ever happen again? No one wants to play with a toddler who runs around in soggy diapers. They were all men and he wasn’t anymore.

“Daddy’s big man!” One of daddy’s friends teased. With nothing but a patronizing tone to it. Zach would turn red but would leak from his cage helplessly. Luckily his cage was concealed in his thick bulging diapers. It was one less humiliating sore point he wouldn’t have to endure.

Zach’s eyes met daddy’s. There was no sympathy to be found. Daddy wanted Zach to receive the humiliation they both talked about often. Zach felt so conflicted with his predicament. He had never been so aroused in his life. His cock strained so hard in his cage aching for relief. Dripping and pooling precum into his pee soaked diaper. The judgment of daddy’s friends was consuming. The only thing he could do was behave and follow their orders. His autonomy and manhood had been destroyed the second he pulled down his shorts to show them he’d rather be a diaper baby instead of a man.

Zach didn’t believe it could get worse until daddy ordered him to slide down the front of his diaper. He began to slide the heavy diaper down to reveal his caged pee pee to the men sitting on the couch. Somehow their laughs became louder and Zach shot his weak load onto the floor. He was ruined.

Photo credit goes to @venjispix

*Enjoy this short story everyone. This election has been an emotional rollercoaster but I’m glad Trump is out of there!

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Vince stood in front of the now opened closet. So many diapers to choose from. Not to mention all the of the supplies in there to make diapers so enjoyable. Vince kept thinking of all the possibilities... Matthew in a thick printed diaper he could probably wear into the next day or a cloth backed diaper that was soft so Matthew could sleep as comfortably as possible.

While Matthew was pretty out of it, Vince was still apprehensive around diapering Matthew for the night. Matthew could freak out and cause a scene in his apartment. Vince didn't want to think about how he would begin to explain himself to the authorities called out for a noise complaint. He would have to cox Matthew into the idea of diapers. Maybe make it seem like it was his own idea. Vince settled on a nighttime pull-up. They would just be protective underwear, lots of boys wore these to bed. And no one calls them babies.

Turning the pull-up over in his hand, Vince admired how soft the back and front were. Vince thought about how nice it was to touch it and yet possessing it was such a taboo act. Walking over to Matthew, Vince's heart rate jumped up. This was it. He was going to put this cute boy in a diaper! Well, not quite a diaper.... A pull-up. But it still excited Vince.

"Hey Matthew, how are we feeling?" Vince asked in his sweetest voice. Slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Matthew was trying to face Vince. "I'm ok I guess. I'm still spinning dude."

Vince laughed at Matthew's comment. He held the pull-up behind his back like he was going to surprise the kid with a gift.

"So let's talk buddy. You had a big accident before we decided you needed to call it a night. I want you to feel welcome here and know I want to make sure you're comfortable too. But I am concerned that in your state an accident might happen again. It's not unrealistic which is why I have this small concern."

Matthew was listening attentively despite his drunkness.

"To help me feel better about my small concern, I want you to put this on." Vince handed Matthew the pull-up which Matthew instinctively grabbed for.

"Uh, what is it? It's kind of a weird, fuzzy pair of underwear?" Matthew was puzzled, it was clear he stopped interacting with diapers a very long time ago.

"This helps boys at night when they wet the bed. It's just for protection." Vince stated in a matter of fact tone.

"Umm, ok. So you need me to wear this so I can stay at your place?" Matthew seemed somewhat confused and maybe weirded out. But he wasn't freaking out about the prospect of it.

"I think that would be for the best. It's just you and I so don't worry about judgment. This is just a precautionary measure to protect my couch. It's a custom couch after all."

Matthew turned it over in his hand like Vince did at the closet. He was inspecting it.

"So I just slip it on like underwear?" Matthew asked innocently.

"Yep, that's it. But you're pretty drunk so let me help you up." Vince walked over and pulled Matthew up so he was standing.

It was clear that Matthew needed to anchor himself using Vince. "Oh man, tonight sure did a number on you. Especially your balance. I think I'll need to help you slip it on."

Thankfully Matthew just nodded his head in agreement. It really wasn't a big deal. Maybe the kid was too drunk to care if a man he met that night wanted to put him in a bedwetter's pull-up.

Vince unzipped the fly, unbuttoned the jeans, and pulled them down to Matthew's ankles. Matthew stood there and let it happen. Vince took a moment to check out Matthew's underwear situation. He was a briefs guy and it hugged his attributes well. His poor briefs were soaked and smelled the part. "I bet your wet pants and underwear have been really uncomfortable for you", Vince said as he pulled down Matthew's briefs.

Matthew nodded his head in agreement. He was acting like a meek little boy. It was the cutest thing ever.

"Let me wipe you. Don't need this icky pee still sticking to your body." Vince began to clean Matthew with some baby wipes. He was gentle yet firm around his body. His boy parts were reacting to the cold air and cold wipes. Vince took his time getting each crevice of Matthew cleaned from his pee accident.

"It's really cold Vince."

Vince smiled warmly at Matthew, "I know buddy but I want to make sure you're clean. You'll sleep through the night much better."

"Ok all done with the wipes. Now here I'll hold your pull-ups open, you need to step into them." Vince commanded Matthew like a diligent parent. Matthew complied and stepped in the soft pull-ups that were pulled up to rest snuggly on his hips, butt, and package.

"There we go, all nice and dry. I have to say, you look cute in these." Vince nearly regretted saying this. He didn't want to make Matthew feel completely infantilized.

To his relief, Matthew smiled shyly at his comment. "They feel pretty comfy. I'm so tired though. Can I lay down now?"

Vince was surprised how sweet Matthew was acting now. He even asked permission to lay down. Maybe he starts out rude but finishes the night acting like a sweet little boy.

"I'm going to squirt a little baby powder into your pull-up and then you should be all set." Vince squeezed the bottle of baby powder three times so it would shower into Matthew's pull-up. "All set", Vince patted the front of Matthew's crotch. The powder puffed out from the pull-up like volcano ash.

The kid laid down immediately on the couch. The pull-up fit him perfectly. Vince was still standing there. Looking down at the diapered boy on his couch.

"Good night cutie." Vince turned off the lights and went into his room. Tonight ended up being better than he could possibly imagine.

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(Adult) Story Time: The Bedtime Story

It was a long, dragged out night. Glancing down the sidewalk, Vince observed the sweaty, glistening bodies of the bar goers cooling off in the nighttime temperatures. Swirling his drink, Vince thought about how he could hold his liquor and how most people made a fool of themselves by this time of the night. He enlisted a simple method that has served him well into his late twenties. It kept him cool and collected but riding a blissful buzz. The only downside was becoming the group's babysitter when his friends sent themselves over. Vince took a moment to himself. He liked the energy of the night scene but he looked forward to escaping where he could see his breath and hear his own thoughts. 

He watched some idiots stumble around and shout. He also took note of new relationships forming only because of the liquid courage behind it. All with a mysterious backdrop. It had just rained before and the neon lights glowed on the reflection of the water. Going out could have some twists and turns but it could be so predictable just like the people Vince was watching. After denying the offer of cigarettes by several people outside, Vince stepped back into the bar. He needed another vodka soda and made a beeline to the bartender. To his dismay it was crowded by the type of people that probably don't return their shopping carts at the store. He was too sober to deal with that and turned back to the refuge of outside. 

His friends had scattered and he was again too sober to deal with anything like that. Going through the door, a young guy brushed his arm against Vince as he cut to exit first. 

Vince rolled his eyes which caught the young guy's attention."Oh sorry, did I cut you?" the young man sneered. Vince shot him a look back, he wasn't going to get into a fight over someone cutting. The look should say enough. 

"If you're bothered by something, say something." The younger man shot a look at Vince. This guy was overly arrogant, drunk or not. Vince remained unbothered, he was trying his best to keep to himself. "Learn some manners", Vince muttered to himself. "Wait, what did you say dude?" The arrogant man clearly heard him. 

"I said, 'learn some manners'". Vince was fed up now. "Now you have something to say." He broke into a devious smile after saying that. Vince was of course annoyed by how rude he was but also by how attractive he was too. Could this be any worse?"You're acting like a child dude. Cut it out." Now Vince felt like he had to parent this kid. It was always the newcomers to this bar scene that made the most noise. Noise that no one asked for. 

"I'll be as loud as I want you geriatric old man." What a low thing to say to someone Vince thought. "Geriatric old man? I might not be 21 anymore but that's a stretch bud." Vince's blood was starting to boil, he looked into this kid's eyes to get his message across. 

"If you know what's good for you, you'll go bother someone else. You're a pompous little boy and that shit does not fly here." The kid laughed, "ok well since you're the one that is clearly here to enforce the rules I'll happily oblige. Have fun being the hall monitor tonight." The kid finally whisked himself away. Vince felt like he could see straight again. The rudeness of everything that kid said and did dug right under skin. He definitely needed a vodka soda after this nonsense. 

This night was clearly a flop. His friends ran off drunk and unaccounted for. And to top it off, that little asshole had to step on Vince's toes to make this night even more problematic. Vince decided he would walk back to his place. His friends would probably need a ride home so Vince decided he'd come to their rescue by ordering an Uber for them when they texted to bother him. The only way to salvage this night was to go home and look at photos of cute boys in diapers. That's all he should've tried to do tonight. 

Vince stopped at a gas station to pick up some snacks and something to hydrate himself. The fluorescent lights fried his eyes as he stepped in. You'd think oppressive lighting would fall out of style by 2019. The man behind the counter shot him a rude look because Vince kept walking up and down the aisles looking for the perfect selection of chips. The cashier probably thought Vince was waiting for the perfect moment to steal some liquor. Vince hated people that took their jobs took seriously. 

"Can I help you find something?" The cashier wasn't trying to be helpful. It was just a reminder to hurry up and that he was sick of watching Vince march up and down the store. "No, no I'm fine. Just being picky."Finally Vince found what he wanted and took it to the counter. 

Gazing past the cashier, Vince saw someone walking up. The street lights illuminated his brown, curly hair as this guy approached the convenience store. Vince stepped out and noticed the guy was stumbling around. This was not a typical drunk, just a kid who has clearly had too much. Approaching him, Vince recognized him as the prick from an hour ago.

 "I got kicked out man!" The kid exclaimed at Vince. "I'm not surprised", Vince found this new situation hysterical. "You doing ok bud?" Vince felt the need to check in."Uh, yea. Just had a bit too much." This kid could barely stand straight. "Well let's take it easy dude... Wait... What are you doing?!!!" The kid's pants began to darken and liquid pooled at the bottom of his feet. 

This kid didn't just pee a little bit. He was in the process of soaking his underwear, pants, socks, and shoes. "Where's the bathroom? I have to pee!!" Vince was in disbelief. This kid just peed himself and then asked him where the bathroom was so he could pee? Seemed a bit impossible with him peeing before the question. "Buddy, you just had a pee pee accident." Vince smirked as he said that. It was like he was talking to a four year old. "I'm not a baby! I just peed a little", the kid was adamant about not having a pee issue. Like it was something he was still in control of. "No champ, you just peed your pants. I think you need some new clothes.

 Can I help you home?" Vince was becoming concerned for the kid. Clearly he was not in his right mind. "I... just peed. I'm in pee clothes." The kid started to get upset. It was finally becoming clear to him what he just did to himself."Hey, hey. It's ok. Accidents happen. You had too much to drink. Let me help you, you need to get home and get some new clothes buddy." Vince gave him a warm, knowing smile. Like a caring uncle that was on babysitting duty. 

"I'm wet! I don't like this... Can you help me??" The kid was somewhat slurring his speech but clearly wanted some help. "I sure can. What's your name?" Vince asked."I'm Matthew. I don't usually pee my pants." The way Matthew said this was adorable. It was like a frustrated toddler who was trying to potty train. Over explaining why he couldn't hold it. "It's ok Matthew. Like I said, accidents happen". Matthew put his arm around Matthew's waist to help him walk better. 

"I can't believe this. I can't believe this." Matthew kept repeating this. He was becoming distraught."Matthew, buddy. It's ok. My name is Vince. I'll help you. Is your apartment close?"Matthew looked like he was on the verge of tears. Clearly he was confused, embarrassed, and too drunk to think correctly. "I live too far. I just came out to meet a guy at this bar. I think he ditched me."Vince knew this kid was in over his head. "Ok, let's go to my place. I'll get you cleaned up with some new clothes. How does that sound?" Matthew sighed with relief. "Thank you Vince. I'm sorry I'm a lot." Vince laughed at Matthew's response. "I am not holding it against you. Pee pee accidents aren't fun. Right buddy?""I don't like pee pants", Matthew said as he could barely hold his head up now. Vince helped Matthew walk back to his place. They entered the apartment building and once they got to the elevator Vince could really smell the stench of Matthew's pee pants. 

It did not gross Vince out. Vince was mostly concerned about Matthew getting into dry clothes so he didn't get a rash. "Ok buddy, I'm getting a towel for you to lay on and some dry clothes." Matthew just nodded. Glancing back at Matthew before he left the room Vince saw that Matthew had pulled himself into a ball, almost in the fetus position. He was probably scared and confused. It was kind of sad to see Matthew so vulnerable and out of his element.Vince has always had a soft spot for boys in need. He was going to give Matthew some pajamas and let him crash on the couch with a pillow and soft comforter. Vince thought about how Matthew was still drunk and unpredictable with his pee so he went to a special closet of his. 

Opening the closet door he glanced at his secret treasure cove. Big, fluffy diapers were stacked neatly on the shelves. While Vince enjoyed the thrill and feel of diapers, he knew this time it would be for purely practical reasons. He pulled out a Peek-Abu, something thick that would soak up Matthew's pee if he lost control again...

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Splashing Around: Part Two

Leaving this story up for a limited time. Hope everyone enjoys it. 

*18+ only! Important disclaimer, this is completely fantasy. Real life ABDL relationships probably shouldn't work this way. I do not want to promote possessive and unhealthy relationships so please keep this in mind as you read. With that said enjoy the story!*

"Mmmphhfff!!!!"

That's all Jake could do was scream into his paci gag. It was a pitiful effort, both Jake and his kidnapper Brad knew that. Brad was a fit, somewhat muscular thirty year old man. Jake could tell he was use to getting what he wanted. This time it was a 19 year old that would play the role of his toddler son.

Jake learned quickly that Brad loved patting his head. It was a soft yet decisive way to remind a little boy that he was little. Whenever Jake acted out by screaming or by trying to get out of his baby bondage Brad would smirk and pat his head. He also got fed sound bites like "what a fussy baby" or "I think someone needs a change". He wasn't viewed as a young adult anymore, just an upset baby in a crib wailing for dadda.

The dismissiveness made Jake burn with rage but he also loved the attention. There was an alluring energy to Brad. Jake couldn't put his finger on it. Jake would never be described as assertive or dominant. Not that he was a complete pushover, but Jake found himself attracted to men that embodied those roles. Brad was certainly one of them. The feeling of hating but also being attracted to this guy was unbearable to Jake.

Finally Brad sighed, "my little man is so upset. I can understand why... It's because I took your big boy life away in one evening. I can't imagine how emasculating and degrading that is. Most people would think what I did was cruel and evil. But guess what? I actually think I did the right thing. Look at you. Your face is red and puffy with tears that have kept your cheeks wet. You look like a toddler that got sent to bed with a stern spanking for being naughty. You think you're unhappy right now but this is the beginning of your beautiful life. I was so elated when I knew you would be coming to my door. I wanted to get everything just perfect for your arrival. I know we're strangers but I know I am going to love you so much I can't even bear it. I've wanted a little boy for the longest time. I watched my friends start families and I know I can't emulate their lives. It's not my path. While I can't have a conventional family I know I'm destined to be your daddy. 2 years old is going to be the best age for you Jakey. Thank you for coming to my door. It was the right choice."

After Brad finished his dramatic story Jake trembled and finally broke down. He began sobbing profusely because he realized he was now some insane man's baby pet. All he could do was dry heave around his binky and cry into the mitts rendering his hands useless. He didn't know what to say. Or even what to do anymore. His life was ruined. It was over.

"Hey, hey. This is life changing news. I realize that. I know this is going to take a long time but I just know at some point you'll see me as your true daddy. It will be so special. You haven't known what real love or care looks like. I'm going to show you Jakey. You're my special little boy."

Brad bent down to Jake's level. He looked into Jake's fiery green eyes. Slowly extending his hand, Brad caressed Jake's cheek. Jake let him do it. The fight in him was wearing off. All he felt was powerlessness and exhaustion. Brad took the life out of him but somehow he was feeling more at ease.

"You're such a beautiful baby boy. I'm going to be gentle like this with you. You're so precious that I have to protect you. You gave me your autonomy and your independence. I'll be your protector and caregiver in return. This is how it's going to work. I don't want you to worry, I just want you to feel loved and cared for."

Hearing this made Jake cry again but for a different reason. His life was not always easy, he had more than his fair share of hardship.

"I see how shattered and hurt you are Jake. It's going to be ok. I promise." Brad said this genuinely. Jake could hear it in his voice.

Suddenly Brad began to undo the paci gag around Jake's mouth. This was it. He could finally question Brad and make him answer to his wrongdoings. Jake looked at Brad like a puppy dog as he got his speech returned to him. They were full of curiosity and trepidation.

The rubber nonsense was finally out of Jake's mouth. He took in fresh air and finally breathed. The entire time he was gagged he kept thinking of all the things he would say to Brad. Statements that would hold him accountable, point out his sadistic nature. But with it gone there was nothing. His mind was blank. He just looked back at Brad.

The two sat there in silence just being aware of each other's presence. The silence said everything, maybe there was an understanding.

Brad smiled awkwardly, it was an olive branch. Jake's face was emotionless but he kept watching Brad. "Why did you do this? Why me?" Jake finally got the courage to question Brad.

Brad's smile retreated. The air in the room completely changed. "I know this was fucked up. I can't explain it but I felt like I needed to do it. I desperately wanted you to stay here to experience this. How else would I convince you to stick around and put on a diaper for me? I'll tell you the truth. I've seen you on Grindr. I know you're putting yourself out there. We've chatted too. We exchanged pics. I never showed my face and I know what I've done is criminal. I might have psychologically scarred you. I just wanted you so badly. I've struggled with the idea that I want a partner that's my counterpart but also someone that's my baby. A true baby that depends on me. With each passing year the anxiety of not having that eats at me. I did something drastic and extreme. I'm sorry I did this to you Jake."

Jake was completely mind fucked by Brad's revelation. The entire evening has been a never ending stream of WTF moments. Jake thought about how at the start of it he was a salesman, then a gagged diaper baby in a crib, and now this man's therapist. Jake's 3 day salesman training definitely didn't prepare him for this.

"Jake, I will own up to whatever I need to own up to. If you need to go to the police I won't stop you. I was blinded by my desires. I lost sense of myself and you paid the price." Brad's voice was full of remorse now. His cocky energy dissipated entirely. He was regretful.

Jake cleared his throat, "this was terrifying for me. There were more moments than I care to recall where I thought this would be my last 24 hours. You nearly broke me."

Brad looked back at Jake. The sorrow in his eyes was crystal clear.

"How could someone be so devious and delusional, and then so reflective and self-aware?", Jake thought to himself. The sun was nearly down setting in the room. Gazing around Jake saw how it wasn't a guest room like he thought. There was more for him beyond the crib. He scanned the room and noticed that the wallpaper had cartoon cars, trucks, and airplanes on it. Not to mention posters for a toddler boy's room featuring Barney and Paw Patrol. And of course a chest filled to the brim with toys. This room was suited for a very spoiled toddler.

To his horror he found the changing table and the shelf organizer full of diapers and baby products. The attention to detail wasn't lost on Jake. Brad was obviously passionate about becoming a dad to a toddler boy. Putting this room together probably cost a fortune and took an uncomfortable amount of time to pull off.

It must have been several minutes of Jake gawking at the room around him. This reaction was not reassuring to Brad.

Staring back at Brad, Jake continued, "did you ever think you'd get away with this? You thought I would just say 'ok I'm ready to be your toddler boy forever?'" It was Jake's turn to make Brad uncomfortable and it worked. He kept thinking about why this man would want to go through with something like this. The more he thought about it, the more he began to believe Brad sincerely wanted a little boy like Jake. While Jake didn't appreciate getting taken advantage of and degraded as a silly baby he was beginning to the like the idea of being Brad's baby boy.

"With that being said, I weirdly enough enjoyed being turned into your helpless baby. Now that I can think about it without fearing for my life at the same time. You scared the shit out of me. Honestly. But you also comforted me and you made me feel safe. It took awhile but it happened. I didn't understand why I needed to be a baby for you at first... But I kind of want to be one now."

Even though Jake was the one to say it, he surprised himself. Brad was taken aback too. They were both speechless.

"So you enjoyed some of it? You liked being in a crib? Wearing diapers? Being completely helpless and dependent on me?" Brad asked eagerly.

"I guess I did. I'm really embarrassed thinking about it. I also still feel humiliated but I have to be honest I thought it was really, really hot."

Brad's cocky smile returned to him. "I think I pegged you right... I'm happy to hear you liked being my defenseless, needy toddler."

Jake laughed softly, "I thought I left those days behind and never looked back but now I'm thinking about how I might like wearing diapers again. But listen... I think you went off the deep end. I'm probably stupid for not leaving right now but I can tell you actually want this. I don't agree with your tactics... But I guess I can understand on some level why you felt you needed to do this."

Humbled again, Brad nodded slowly in response. Another long silence emerged. Outside they could hear kids play and birds flapping their wings. Brad looked down at his lap. All Jake could do was observe Brad realize the gravity of his decision to do this to him.

"I don't know how to make this right Jake. I'm truly sorry. I know it's time to get you out of here." Brad finally sounded like he came to his senses. "Yeah, I think I'm done wearing this thick diaper..."

"Little boys never truly leave their diapers behind you know? That's my secret to getting little guys like you in Pampers again to remind you of how much you missed it." Brad said as he winked.

"Ha, well it worked... I'm still pissed at you. But that means you owe me." Jake was being the cocky one now.

"Is that so?" Brad asked inquisitively. Jake only nodded and smiled. "Well ok, come here then you silly boy. Come to daddy and tell him about it", Brad said as he held his arms out. Jake jumped into Brad's lap just like a little boy seeing daddy after he got back from work. Brad rubbed Jake's back while he cradled him.

"I thought you were so hot when you opened the door", Jake confessed. This made Brad raise an eyebrow. "I'm sure having a hot captor made it a little bit easier" Brad said in his typical cocky way. Jake rolled his eyes.

"I hope this means we can move past you being fearful of me. But I could imagine you still could be. I put you through a lot and its your call entirely."

A part of Jake still felt stupid for sticking around and choosing to stay vulnerable. He did think Brad was still being sincere and trying to own up to everything the best he could. Jake did have a question for Brad that might give him some insight into the type of person he is.

"I want to move past those negative and painful feelings too. But I need to know the answer to this... Have you done this to another boy before? Held him captive against his will? Trapped him?" It was a brutally honest question. Jake deserved an answer.

Brad felt a lump in his throat, he knew he owed Jake an answer but it was definitely an uncomfortable question to get asked. He knew his answer but it was a matter of collecting his thoughts to make sure he didn't screw up again.

"You're the only boy. And I am remorseful of that considering how easy it is to talk to you. I know there could've been another way. What I chose to do disrespected you and was inhumane. Like I said before, I don't know what came over me. I'm upset with myself too because I know now how sweet and little you are. No one should make you afraid. Boys like you are already vulnerable and need protection. I think I acted the way I did because I really wanted you and I wasn't able to think of a way to show you I would protect you and let you be the little boy you need to be. Instead I went nuclear and did something heinous to you thinking it was the only way. My intention was never to scare you or to harm you. I was possessive and reckless." That was all Brad knew to say. He hoped Jake would understand but if he wanted to get up and walk away it was completely justified.

Still on Brad's lap, Jake turned and gave Brad a hug. He could feel Brad's body unclench and relax. Brad wrapped his arms around Jake and pulled him in closer. "I'm so sorry. You're so precious to me. I never want you to feel scared again."

They held onto each other for a long time. This moment was natural. A stark contrast to when Jake was trapped in his crib. He wasn't being protected then like he is now.

Jake looked up into Brad's eyes. There was a connection now, he could look into them and know he was safe. For the longest time he went through his life not knowing that he needed this. He wanted his daddy and he wanted to be his little boy. He was so desperate to have it too.

Brad leaned in and they kissed with Jake in his lap. Jake thought about how natural and good this felt. He finally relaxed and started soaking his diaper. His daddy was here now, he could feel safe to do anything now. He didn't really feel fully conscious just lulled into a sweet caring moment that didn't require a lot thinking. The thick padding around his crotch was warm and hugged his boy parts. Everything about the moment was ecstasy. He was overwhelmed again but in pleasure this time.

Cutting into Jake's cloud nine moment, Brad grabbed the front of his diaper. "Would you look at that? You're using your diaper like you should. I'm so proud of you little boy."

Jake felt a wave of shyness come over him. He smiled meekly and buried his head into Brad's chest. "I knew there was just a shy little boy in that salesman body." Brad teased Jake. Now their history was something they could laugh about.

"Is this making you feel good? Wetting your diaper so it's squishy? So Daddy can squeeze it and check how wet you are?" Brad laid all of these questions on his shy boy. He was persistent on an answer. "I like it Daddy", Jake replied. "I know you do. I didn't really need you to answer those questions did I?" Brad loved giving Jake a hard time over his embarrassment of loving to be little.

Jake knew Brad was right. He smiled and blushed red. "I want to always prove that I have your trust. I know how important that is. You'll be my number priority little guy."

Jake sunk into Brad again knowing he was going to be his.