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“I really don’t know what you see in that clown.” You regretted the words before you were even finished saying them. You wished you could grab them out the the air and stuff them back in your mouth. You didn’t need to wait for a reaction from your best friend since college, you knew each other well enough to read the look on her face. It didn’t help that she’d prefaced the lunch invitation by saying she had “big news” and was very clearly wearing a new ring on her left hand, though the topic hadn’t come up yet.

All the same, you felt your assessment was accurate. After all, you were the one who’d been dutifully sitting through her countless venting sessions about how her excessively outgoing boyfriend was constantly dragging her on “fun” dates in matching outfits to amusement parks, garishly themed novelty restaurants and any circus, magic show or fair that was happening less than two counties over. She didn’t need to tell you that she’d rather just stay home, chill and indulge in the introversion that’d you’d originally bonded over - you two shared a silent understanding that went deep enough to intuit that much.

You’ve never really understood why, but for as long as you’ve known each other, it’s the only kind of guy you’ve seen her go after - boisterous, outgoing and aggressively friendly men who’re just looking to settle down and raise a family. Sadly, you checked none of those boxes. You’d always been naturally shy and overly self-conscious, seemingly doing your best not to draw too much attention in life. All the same, you’d made more than a few failed attempts at making this more than a friendship over the years, only to be gently reminded that she just doesn’t "think of you that way.”

It was a shame - you really thought she could be the one to help you get past the overwhelming diaper fetish that had completely supplanted any interest in standard sex your whole life. You’d tried plenty of times to get into something more traditional, but all attempts so far had failed - some quite spectacularly. You told yourself that you just needed the right person to guide you, someone you could confess your unusual desires to and incorporate them until you got comfortable without them. You knew it was a pipe-dream, just something reassuring you’d tell yourself after another long session of scrolling through endless images of heavily padded men acting like giant toddlers, but it was hard to shake the pressure you felt to be more “normal” when comparing your love life to others.

A lifetime of hiding your childish cravings had left you uncomfortable with even the slightest hint of perceivable immaturity, and the distain you felt for your friend's lover was no doubt linked to a subconscious envy of his obliviousness to how much cringe-inducing attention he brought to himself in public, and how everyone seemed perfectly okay with it. You didn’t want to admit that you envied him, so it was easier to label him a “clown.”

“Hey kiddo, that’s no way to talk about your Daddy.” A familiar voice sprung up from the restaurant booth behind you, though with a firm and chastising tone you’d never heard before.

“Ugh, Sweetie, I thought we agreed that we were going to ease into this…” your friend said like she was looking right through you.

“I know, I know honey, but sometimes you just gotta jump into the pool!” the less than anonymous voice of her future husband replied.

“Okay, confession time.” Your best friend said while giving a stare that told you it was time to lock into every word that was about to come out of her mouth.

“If you think I haven’t been graciously putting up with your criticisms about my choice of partners for longer than I care to think about, baby-boy, you’ve got another thing coming. In spite of that, I’ve been out here looking for the best damn Daddy that this city has to offer for a long time now, and I won’t sit here and listen to my lil’ guy disrespects the father figure I’ve chosen for him! Please don’t think I don’t love you, sugar-plum, but a good Mommy knows not to put the cart before the horse!”

Suddenly, you felt a deeply painful pinch in your right ear. “I appreciate the history lesson, babe, but I think it’s time for a little less conversation and a little more action.” You followed the hand that seemed inescapably linked to your earlobe as it lifted you up out of the booth, past the kitchen and into the restaurant’s intimately small men’s room.

Effortlessly opening the latch on the baby chaining table with one finger, and letting it land with a heavy *thud* that was certainly not unnoticed by the occupant of the nearby stall, the man herby known as “Daddy” thrust you onto the molded plastic slab and undid your pants. “Well, I’ll give you an A for effort, Buster, but looks like we had a little accident. Did Daddy surprise you?" He poked at the notably damp Goodnite XXLs drooping between your legs. "Or did my sweet-pea just want to give me a sneak-preview of things to come?” He slid the soggy "underwear" down your quivering legs and opened the large bag on his hip.

“Sorry, small-fry, but I’ve got to check for myself.” He said before popping open a small bottle and squeezing a glistening substance into his hand. Despite his vigorous efforts, you remained limp and unaffected by the experience. “So far, so good. Okay, time for the real test.” He smirked, aggressively pulling a baby-print adult diaper from the bag and slowly unfurling it, meticulously fluffing it up and working out every possible “pop” it's plastic backing had to offer.

In no short order, and with no need for psychical manipulation, your little soldier was standing at full attention. “Aww, just as advertised!” He gave your throbbing manhood a quick, strangely platonic smooch that had a notable sense of paternal pride that you weren't sure how to react to.

“Oh, my foolish little clown..." he beamed before giving you a hard swat on the bottom "I'm going to have a LOT of fun with you!”

Now, you spend your weekdays indulging in your introversion while watching Bluey and snuggling with Mommy on the couch - trying your best not to think about the upcoming weekend with Daddy. Yet another weekend of singing silly songs on the way to hold hands at the grocery store, another weekend of getting your diaper changed in the movie theater bathroom, another weekend where you're told "It's okay, stinker, everyone gets to know..." when fielding deeply embarrassing questions about your lifestyle from perfect strangers in your stroller while wearing colorful matching outfits at amusements parks, theme restaurants and every circus, magic show or fair that your new Papa can find!

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"Do I really have to wear this diaper today, Daddy? I thought we agreed that I only had to wear sissy stuff on your birthday. It's embarrassing enough being treated like a baby in front of your family, but I don't know if I can handle everyone seeing me in pink."

"Oh, settle down bunny-boy, it's got a blue front panel and your clothes will cover them up. Besides, you know that nobody but "Grandma" comes within 20 feet of your stinky butt when I'm on diaper-changing duty, so only the three of us will see them. Plus, she's the one who bought them for you, and I'm not about to show up to my mother's house without you in these diapers and one of the new outfits she paid for. After your last weekend visit, I don't need to remind you that she isn't to be trifled with. If she wasn't so desperate for a grand-baby to dote over, I don't think the rest of the family would be so relaxed about having to give up their Sunday to come watch a grown man waddle his way through her yard on an easter egg hunt. Besides, this shirt doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

"I guess not. There's two other outfits right?"

"Yup, I let Grandma know about our little talk and that I agreed to start giving my snuggle-bug some options when deciding what to wear outside the house. I think you'll like the one Daddy picked out as the first option, let's try it on!"

"Daddy please, no. I look silly."

"Aw, you look precious, lil' guy. But, if you don't like it, we can always try another..."

"Can we, please?"

"No problem, sport, just remember the other part of our agreement. Once you say "no" to an option that Daddy offers, you can't go back to it. Okay, let's see what else we've got..."

"Daddy, this is even worse and you know it! You could have at least warned me that it was so pink!"

"Well, you've got one more outfit, if you want it, but remember that it's your last option and I am NOT breaking my rule by letting you backpedal on this."

"Hmm, okay, can you at least describe the last one?"

"Of course, Daddy is happy to answer any question his curious little crinkle-butt has."

"Is it pink? Is it another pair of shortalls? Does it have a bow tie? Is it something a toddler would wear?"

"No, it's not pink, it's not shortalls, there is no bow tie and I don't think it'd really be appropriate for a toddler."

"Thank goodness! Can I please wear that one? I promise I won't complain or try to change my mind."

"Alright, my lil' jellybean, I'll remember you said that!"

One hour later, at Grandma's

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Dressed up, double diapered, thoroughly emasculated and utterly humiliated - exactly as I should be.

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"Great job posing for those pictures, baby boy! You look so adorable in your Easter onesie that "Grandma" wants to order extra prints to mail to all her friends. Lemme check how that diaper of yours is doing... hmm, it's getting pretty heavy in the middle, but the back seems like it's got some room left. You'll be okay for a bit longer. If I try to change your Huggies right now, Grandma might decide it's a great photo-op, so we'll wait for the photographer to leave before breaking out the changing mat. She'll still take her own photos, but at least those only go up on her fridge for a few months."

"Daddy, I thought we were done. Why are they setting up the camera over there now?"

"Oh, uh... my mom figured that since so many folks are here and everything is already paid for, we might as well update the family portrait. Looks like your knees are kinda red from crawling on the grass for so long, you'd better stay on all fours for the group shot. Better yet, just crawl for rest of the day, it'll save me a lecture. Your Nana has been on my case lately about letting you walk too much."

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"Daddy, absolutely not. I don't care how jealous "Grandma" is of all her sister's grandkids, I already did the Easter egg hunt and put up with all those photos, even the ones during my diaper change. It's too embarrassing and I'm not going to do it."

"Look, little-boy-blue, it's just a quick video and the eggs aren't even hidden. We just need 30 seconds of you being a cute lil' baby for her social stories so my mom can feel like she's competing. Either you get your ruffled butt out there right now, or maybe it's time for Daddy to see how your regression trigger words are coming along..."

"My what?"

"You know how I made you start wearing headphones in the car? It isn't just because I'm almost as sick of hearing "Party In My Tummy" as you are, there are a few things going on under the surface... Honestly, either you play along immediately or you'll be spending the next 6 hours in "1-year-old mode" doing much more humiliating things for the camera without a care in the world. Supposedly, you'll still be mostly conscience upstairs but your body will be acting on impulse and core memories. Need I remind you that we're staying for dinner? That should be a fun little mess for Grandma to post online..."

"No fair, I'm not playing this game. I doubt it even works."

"Bobby-pin"

"See, nothing happened. I might enjoy being little, but I'm still an adult and not an actual bab... baa... bubbba I... i-babba i-dadda... swah? I no no, baaawww!!!"

"Ah, looks like it's working great! Why don't you enjoy some screen time and watch this funny, swirly video on Daddy's phone while I go let Grandma know that you're all set and raring to go!"

[theliveswefear]

Hey Pudge,

I’ve been really enjoying the Easter content! You look extra adorable and you’re frilly dress and bunny diapers. The matching bonnet is what really put it over the top for me and I wanted to say thanks for sharing this wonderful adventure with us.

I just wanna ask, though, where are these being filmed? I saw some street shots in the gifs and wasn’t sure how you managed to not get caught?

Thanks! I certainly didn't go into these shoots without some planning, and I do my best not to bother anyone when taking photos outdoors. My goal is generally to just get the shot and leave asap. For the most part, I was successful and the shot in question was actually fairly safe aside from potential cars. (click to keep reading, it got kinda long)

I researched locations online for a long time, looking up the very last street at the end of winding neighborhoods, along with backup spots. I drove over an hour to the lowest population area near me, late morning on a Wednesday, deep in a labyrinthian suburb where the average couple both commute into the city to afford their house, so this street was dead quiet. I waited around for a long time and not a single car or pedestrian went by and every window on the houses nearby were shut, so I felt like I could pull it off if I was quick. I think it's important to avoid forcing anyone into situations where they can't avoid you, but if someone sees an adult figure dressed like a little girl at a distance who is gone 5 minutes later, it's probably going to be a weird anecdote at the most. The long street shot in the GIFs gave me a lot of visibility in either direction for anyone on foot, and there were no houses on that side of the street for a long stretch, so I had my car waiting to dive back into and went for it. One person drove past, but they just kept going and nobody came out of their house. After a while I got too comfortable and did about 10 shots on someone's lawn before stopping myself and deciding it was time to go. I probably won't be so bold in the future.

For the blue onesie shots, I was even more careful with my location. It was at the end of a very winding and steep mountain street without sidewalks that had two empty lots before you got to a well maintained area outside a private road with a very slow and unattended gate that didn't seem to have cameras around. I could see anyone driving or walking up to the gate for a ways off and it would start moving long before anyone turned past the blind spot at the exit. My car is once again right behind the camera waiting for me to pop back into. I was there for a while and only one person came out of the gate with plenty of time to put my street clothes on over the onesie.

Similar story with some pickup shots for the GIFs, it was on a side street so small that it didn't have a name, it just had walls leading up to a locked gate and was off a dead-end street with minimal housing. However, that is when I did indeed get caught. It turns out that gate wasn't for city maintenance workers like I thought, but a closed walking trail. This sounds made up, but it's the truth - a fairly attractive woman in her late 20s or early 30s squeezed past the gate and was suddenly on the other side of the street. I blushed, gave a bashful wave and she smiled and waved back before just going on with her day like it was no big deal, for which I'm very thankful. I don't feel great about it, but I can't say I haven't replayed it in my head since then. I think it helps that I use a professional-grade tripod and fit a certain body type, so people might think I'm a vanilla content creator making a wacky sketch video on my phone. Anyhow, there is always a chance of being seen, but I hope people don't think I just walked out of my front door and started shooting for long periods of time. Most shoots happened with less than 5 minutes of actual exposure and the looping GIFs make it look like a lot more.

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Happy Easter everyone, here's one last shot of me petulantly submitting to a diaper check to say "thank you" for supporting, or at least tolerating, all my posts this year. This concludes the festivities for now, but I do have extra shots that I might post eventually. It'll be back to mostly boyish content for a bit - which remains my main focus - but don't worry sissy followers, I have some new dresses already waiting in my closest!

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Adam blinked groggily, his head pounding, his bleary eyes watering under the bright lights. Where the hell was he? He tried to sit up, but found much to his surprise that he couldn’t - thanks to the set of soft straps binding his wrists to the table on which he was lying. His heart jolted with adrenaline as he realized that he couldn’t do more than mumble, either - not with the soft rubber nipple that was tightly strapped into his mouth. What the actual hell…

“Ah, my pathetic little loser of an ex-boyfriend is awake!” The sardonic, sultry tone of his old flame jarred him anew. His eyes watering, he saw on the wall before him a webcam and massive flatscreen, from which Lola’s face - complete with her skimpily-clad, curvaceous bust - stared down at him with glittering eyes. “Hey there, big guy,” she sneered contemptuously. “Why don’t you tell your former lover just how happy you are to see her? Oh…wait. You can’t, not with that stupid little baby dummy in your mouth!” She laughed gleefully, as much at her own joke as at Adam’s renewed struggles to free himself from this nightmare.

“Oh, honey, I wouldn’t advise struggling,” she breathed. “I wouldn’t advise doing anything, actually, except for exactly what I tell you to. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt, now, would we?” That was it. She was certifiably insane, he thought wildly. Who else would kidnap their own ex-boyfriend and tie him up like this? For kidnapped he must have been; he didn’t remember anything beyond getting home from work and feeling a prick as he’d flopped down in his favorite chair…

“Oh, yeah,” Lola giggled. “I guess I should introduce you to your new hottie nurses, Adam! They’re going to be all yours, just like you probably wanted - you filthy, two-timing jackass. Or rather…” and here she chuckled evilly, “you’re going to be all theirs.” Adam jerked in surprise as two attractive young nurses stepped forward, one on either side of him, and began to briskly unsnap the odd sort of gown he was wearing, revealing his exposed groin. God, what was going on now…?

Lola leaned forward, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Sweetie, don’t worry! I’ve instructed these two nurses to give you exactly what you need, and nothing more.” She giggled again. “Now, let’s see. When I was your girlfriend, I learned that you needed all kinds of things. For one, you have this problem of sticking that stupid little dick of yours where it doesn’t belong. Girls, you know what that requires. Give it to him.” The nurse on his right produced a pink cage and swiftly slipped it over his flaccid member, locking it into place before he could do little more than grunt in protest.

“Good!” Lola praised. “Now, I also learned that he has a problem of touching himself, jerking off to all kinds of nasty online porn. I see you’ve sensibly restrained those silly hands of his, girls, but why don’t you take additional measures to keep his junk safely out of reach?” Amid a chorus of crinkles, the nurse on the left began briskly unfolding what appeared to be a massive infant diaper, while the other began dusting his now-padlocked crotch with liberal amounts of baby powder. Adam flopped and kicked wildly, understanding only too well now where this was going… God, a diaper… not that…!

But it was no use. Underneath Lola’s vindictive gaze, the two nurses efficiently began taping him into his pillowy new diaper despite his moaned protests and struggles. “Aww, don’t worry, honey!” she exclaimed, the wild grin never leaving her beautiful face. “I know exactly what you need, and so do your nurses. You’ll see, baby… I’m sure after a few months of being locked into chastity, waddling around in baby diapers and pissing and shitting yourself over and over, you’re definitely going to realize just how much you need it. I’m sure by then you’ll also have learned how to breastfeed from your nursie’s boobies, too - and maybe even mine.” She leaned forward, massaging the mocha curves of her chest seductively. “Aww, aren’t you lucky to have such a caring set of women watching over you?”

He blinked back tears and sniffled amid their chorus of derisive laughter. He didn’t know how he’d gotten here or whether there was any hope of escape. But he did know one thing now for certain: he would never again try to date two girls at once.

Image Credit: ABDreams.com

Please keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, may you never again kill one of your houseplants.

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If only he had known that his ex-girlfriend had set up a camera in his house…

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Diapered baby is ready for a fun day in the city 🥰🎀

Go with me to France in this travel diaper vlog on my FANPAGE 🧸🧸🧸

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Many people ask what you usually do after messing your diaper 💖. Being diapered is just a part of my life that after filling it, I just carry on with my life 🥰. Life is good with a messy diaper ✨️

A slice of life video on MY FANPAGE of a girl who just loves making her diapee all brownie and mushieee 🤎🤎🤎

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Mommy always makes me feel shy when I get checks 🫠🫣💦

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What do you think, am I spankable? 😜

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