lilprincebabar:

Photo Credit: Ronikat Author Credit: Unknown

Day 7
I kept rubbing my hand up and down Austins hard cock, jacking him off. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he was moaning. Just before he was about to cum, I stopped quickly. I grabbed the thick white disposable diaper that was between his legs, and pulled it up over his cock, taping it in firmly in place.

His cock strained against the bulky diaper, and he looked at me like a wounded deer, opening his eyes wide, and then slowly blinking them repeatedly.

Come on, Austin, we talked about this I said to preempt whining on his part. We gotta get you to the point of climax as much as possible, so youll associate it with diapers. Thats the whole point.

Shit he moaned, lifting his arms and rubbing his eyes. He ran a hand back through his short dirty blond hair. His chest arched out and his toned midsection curved inward. He ran his hand down, over the crotch of his diaper, which was tented by his cock this may be harder then I thought he moaned.

All done buddy I said, looking over my well diapered boyfriend.

It had been a week since we had decided that it would be best if Austin went back in diapers full time, and it was still new to both of us. Previously, we had only entertained his diaper interests occasionally during sex.

He stood up from the bed, stretching. The diaper hugged his ass, which was cute and round, bulked up by the absorbent padding.

Lets get dressed and head out I said, walking towards the bathroom to shower. Sure, sure he muttered, pulling a pair of loose jeans out of the dresser. As he pulled up the jeans over his diaper, it occurred to me that he had stopped wearing underwear over his diaper. I smiled to myself.

We were making progress.

Day 15
Austin wiggled in his seat again, adjusting himself by standing up a little and sitting back down.

I playfully jabbed him with my elbow, whispering, Austin. Stay still, were missing the best part of the movie he didnt answer, so I looked over at him. He had his head down, and was poking his hand into the waist of his jeans, his red ringer t-shirt riding up a little on his stomach.

What are you doing? I exclaimed quietly, Whats wrong?

He looked over at me I need to pee again, but Ive wet a bunch already and Im worried about the diaper leaking he said very softly, stuttering half way through the sentence, and looking around to make sure no one heard him.

Ah fuck, I sighed, grabbing him by the arm, standing him up, and rapidly walking out of the theatre. He followed me looking a little startled.

If I was gonna put him back in diapers, I didnt wanna hear about his fucking needing to piss. When we finally got outside, I stood in front of him, slightly angry.

Look, Austin. You promised me that you wouldnt fuss about your diapers. This is what you wanted, remember? Stop fucking worrying if you leak a little! I exclaimed a little too loudly, since an older guy beside us turned to stare. Austin turned red. I lowered my voice and continued

Look Austy, you just need to try and stop thinking or worrying about your diapers at all. Just use them. Let me worry about it. Thats the point. Your only job is to fill them. I looked him in the eye, and rubbed his ass Right cowboy?

He looked abashed. And, then, as if in response, his eyes widened a little bit, and I knew he was wetting his diaper again. I let the corners of my mouth curl up in a half smile, and I patted Austin on the ass again.

Taking his hand, I lead him back into the theatre. When he sat back down beside me, not only could I hear the squish of his wet diaper but within a couple minutes if I concentrated, I could catch the telltale scent of a wet, used diaper. Occasionaly someone near us would look around and sniff the air, as if searching for the diapered baby. But, the only diaper in the area was on my boyfriend

Day 28
Michael rolled over in bed beside me. I stretched, opening my eyes slightly, and letting my hands run down over my stomach to my diaper. It was swollen and wet. I curled my legs, enjoying the feeling of the bulky diaper encasing my crotch. I had started sleeping only in my diapers, because thats what Michael wanted. Besides, it felt good. I liked being able to see my diapers.

I began rubbing my hand over my crotch, pressing down on my dick, which was hard inside the wet diaper. Shit it felt good.

I heard Mike whisper quietly beside me Remember what we talked about yesterday Austin he growled softly, in his low masculine voice.

With that, I turned over, and began to hump my diaper against the bed. My ass rising into the air, I rubbed and thrust my diapered crotch into the bed.

Good boy Mike moaned That diaper feels good around your dick doesnt it?

I continued faster, feeling my dick sliding inside the wet diaper.

Soon, I climaxed into my diaper, and moaned. Slowly, I rolled onto my back, spent. Mike reached over and rubbed his hand over my crotch. Great. He replied. youre doing great.

With that, he guided my head down to his crotch, where his throbbing dick was hard as a rock. I took the whole thing in my mouth and sucked. As I did, I could feel my own cum running down my diapered crotch, mingling with piss in my already wet diaper. After I was done pleasuring Mike, he left me in the cum-filled wet diaper for a while and put me in jeans

Day 39
We climbed into the car after lunch, and I looked over at Austin. He had a slightly drowsy look on his face. Buckle your seat belt I ordered.

It wouldnt have been necessary for me to tell him usually, except that I had moved into the next phase of our regression plan, where Austin would try and only do what I instructed him.

Truth to tell, he was becoming more malleable and submissive every day. We had also started using small amounts of a muscle relaxant to help with his transition.

He looked at me, and pulled the seatbelt over himself, clicking it in place. I reached over and ruffled his short spikey hair, which was sticking out in all directions.

Your diaper wet, little guy? I asked

I dont know Mike he replied, sounding a little startled to admit that, I think so. Ive been having a little trouble telling lately he said matter-of-factly.

I reached over and slipped my hand into the waist of his jeans, feeling his tight abs, and the crinkle of the diaper.

Inside, the diaper was slightly damp and warm, but not too bad. Certainly nothing that needed attending to.

Thats what Im here for buddy I chirped, Your diapers a little wet but nothing serious.

I was trying to keep him in wet diapers most of the time, to emphasize his dependence.

Day 50
Jacob, one of Austins best friends sat in front of me, gaping. He was clearly shocked by what I had told him.

So, you mean,Austin is wearing diapers? he asked for the fifth time. And, he uses them? Like, uh&..to piss in them??

Yeah, Jake I explained slowly, for what seemed like the fifth time. He was always interested in them, but hes gone back to wearing them full time for the past couple months.

Fucking crazy! he said smiling a little, as if warming to the idea I bet the little squirt looks adorable in em&.. he paused, thinking but, why tell me now Mike? Whats up?

Well, Im moving Austins training into the next phase. His temporary job ends on Tuesday, and hes decided not to renew it. So, hes gonna be home. We decided this would be a good time to move forward with the more advanced phases of his regression.

With that, I explained in detail to Jake what I was planning.

I want his friends to know whats happening and be involved.

Jake broke into a grin, letting his tongue play over his white teeth. Of course Mike he said, clearly relishing the idea.

Day 58
Austin stood in front of me in the mens dressing room. I was trying on a pair of jeans. He starting bouncing up and down on one foot, before slowly shifting to the other foot. Over time, he jiggled more quickly. His loose t-shirt sloshed over his chest and abs, and his slightly loose jeans shifted up and down, accentuating the bouncing bulge at his crotch.

Stop fidgeting tiger I said, while looking at myself in the mirror. What do you think about these jeans?

Michael. I really really need to use the bathroom. He whined, sounding every inch a toddler I need to poop really badly. He whispered the word poop so that it couldnt be heard outside of our dressing room. Pausing, he added, as if for emphasis My stomach is huuuuuurting, dragging out the word hurting into a long whine.

I rounded on him, wearing only the jeans, which finished slightly below my waist. Because I was taller, I looked down on him slightly Look, Austin. If you really need to crap, just go. I cant take you to the bathroom until I get these off and pay for them.

I paused Besides, you want me to take you to the mens restroom and untape your diaper so that you can go poop in the potty? Really? You know your diaper can handle it buddy, and Ill clean you up as soon as possible.

Austin looked crestfallen Michael, I dont wanna mess my diaper here he whined, much more openly then he wouldve a few weeks ago Ill wait.

Austin had a couple dirty diapers a week now  but most were times when I had to coax him to mess. And, none had yet occurred out of the house. But, he clearly was having more and more trouble holding himself  since the seat of his diapers were now regularly stained at least slightly brown during his changes.

As I took off the jeans, folded them up, and slowly got dressed again,Austin continued to fidget and squirm. He began unconsciously rubbing his hand over his diaper and stomach. I smiled at how adorable he looked.

Cmon I motioned as I was walking out of the dressing room.Austin slowly followed, gingerly placing one foot in front of the other as if something would break. I grabbed his arm and tugged him forward to speed up the pace.

Letting out a little whimper, he crunched a little bit and looked to the floor. I heard a loud wet fart followed by a whoosh and low level crinkling. When he looked up at me, standing in the middle of the store in his now messy diaper, my boyfriend was on the verge of tears.

I walked close to him, and lifted his chin up with my hand What happened Austin? I cooed. Did you mess your diaper? Before he could answer, i patted him on the ass Good boy buddy, gooooood boy. Well make a baby out of you yet

Michael lead me into the mens restroom, just off of the food court. I walked slowly, convinced that everyone could see my diaper. It felt huge. It felt disgusting. The front was wet and matted. I could feel the huge mess in the seat of the diaper, squishing back and forth, and extending further up my ass or in between my legs with every step I took.

Strangely, my cock had gone hard in the front of my diaper.

As we entered the mens room, it was blissfully empty, and Michael led me to the handicapped stall at the end. Locking the door behind me, he said, Drop your pants Austin and as he did, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out a fresh diaper, pack of wipes and a foldable mat. Tossing the diaper on the floor, he unfolded the mat and layed it on the floor, as I fumbled with the button on my jeans.

Briskly, he took one step towards me and brushed my hands away. He unsnapped my jeans, and slowly lowered them to my thighs, before letting them drop to the floor.

I looked down at my diaper. I was soaked. I reeked. I smelled like&..like&..well, I thought with astonishment, I smelled like a toddler in a dirty diaper. Well, more like an infant I guess&.most toddlers didnt mess their diapers I thought, puzzled.

I looked at Michael. He looked at my crotch and saw my cock tenting the front of my diaper.

You messed your diaper for the first time in public Austin. That was great he said, reaching through my legs and caressing my diapered ass. But I want you to cum in your diapers now ok?

Now, Michael? I said, shocked looking around the public bathroom stall, and then at the oversized plastic baby changing mat that Mike had placed on white subway tiled floor.

But even as I protested I could feel my cock throbbing in my wet diaper. I looked around again, and listened carefully, worried that someone else would come in. As I was thinking about that, I heard a couple guys enter, talking and joking about a baseball game.

Just as we heard one of them start pissing, Michael leaned close and whispered in my ear Go ahead, Austy listen to those men pissing in the toilet and then think about the diaper you have on. He paused and now fuck your diaper against my leg like a good boy and with that he pushed me down into a kneeling position, my knees slightly crinkling the changing mat.

In a daze, I looked down at my diaper, and scooted up to him. I straddled his leg and pressed my diapered crotch against his calf. The diaper pressed against my dick, and my head was at the level of Mikes crotch. Within what felt like a second, just thinking about my situation, I felt myself explode into my diaper and began to moan softly.

As if no one else was in the bathroom, Michael said OK buddy, get on the floor, lets get this thing off you and get you changed into a dry one

One of the guys hearing this said What the fuck, whos there? and Michael, not missing a beat Just changing my little boy into a clean diaper guys with that, they walked out muttering softly.

I seated myself on the floor and laid back down, and allowed my boyfriend to change me back into a clean diaper.

Day 80

I stretched, and curled my hands into fists, rubbing them against my eyes, and arched my back. I felt my diaper between my legs. It was big, and soft, and wet. I was wearing a onsie over it, which I liked. My diaper never sagged now and never got caught in anything.

I felt my cock throbbing in my diaper. But, I turned toward Michael who was still asleep. I bent down to his crotch, and began to lick his dick, and quickly it became hard and big, and full. I put it in my mouth.

Daddy Mike didnt want me cumming anymore without a dick in my mouth or a messy diaper. Since I didnt feel like messing my diaper, my only chance for relief was to get a dick in my mouth, and I did.

I sucked hard on his dick, and as I did, I rubbed my diaper against the bed, humping it.

Soon, daddy was moaning, and his dick was throbbing in my mouth. He began to cum, and I felt it squirting against the back of my throat, sweet and sticky. As I began to swallow his semen, I felt myself explode into the front of my diaper.

I no longer yearned to grab my cock, I thought absently. I liked having it in the diaper all the time.

I thrust my diaper against the pillow, grinding it through my onesie. When I looked up, Daddy was smiling down on me.

Day 115
I sat beside Jacob at the baseball game fidgeting nervously. I looked over at him. He had come unexpectedly.

It was hard for me to remember what was normal anymore. My mind felt mixed up, backwards. Jacob had looked me over a couple times when he saw me in my shorts and t-shirt. The shirt was tight, and white, with a big cartoon print on it. My shorts didnt do much to conceal my diaper. The shorts were clearly bulging out in the crotch, and the seat was far too thick and full. I was sure I got a couple stange looks. But, I knew it wasnt really possible for me to go out without a diaper anyways. In fact, I needed pretty thick diapers to feel comfortable when we were out for any period of time. Specially if I was drinking and eating. I tended to wet pretty constantly, and even mess a little. I rarely thought about much about it anymore, but I hated it when I leaked.

I said hi and hugged him like I used to do. I didnt know if I should tell him about my diapers or not? He probably noticed. Then Mike ended that for me, by asking Jacob to check my diaper near the end of the 2nd inning. He did so, as I blushed a deep red.

Dont worry Austy he purred Im not gonna hurt ya, just wanna see how wet you are

I nodded at this, and somehow felt better. He just barely leaned over, and reached his left hand into my shorts at the waist, sticking his index and ring finger into the front of my diaper, pressing up against the inside.

Overall, he didnt seem to mind that I was diapered. And, I reflected it was not like I had that much choice. It had been a while since I could tell when I had to piss anyways. By the fifth inning, I was acting my normal self, squirming and bouncing, with one finger in my mouth.

I tried to have some of Jacobs coke, but I managed to spill most of it on my chest and shorts. I looked down and I saw that the coke had wet the bottom half of my shirt, and some of my shorts. The shirt stuck wetly to my stomach.

But, as I was thinking about this, I saw Jacob pick up a bag of chips Me! I yelled, and grabbed the bag from him I want chips! I practically squealed

Meanwhile, I barely registered Jacob and Mike talking.

seems like he needs a sippy cup of some sort, if not an outright bottle, huh? Jacob asked Mike He seems to spill most shit onto his shirt. Then turning to look at me, and the crumbs all over my damp shirt and prolly a bib I guess too he laughed

Mike didnt laugh quite as much I know Jake, I got some sippy cups for him soon that were gonna start using at home. He paused and changed the subject I appreciate you coming out, hes gonna regress pretty fast from here on out and I wanna get some babysitters lined up for him

I looked at Mike and Jacob sideways, babysitters I thought? For who?

Day 155

I moved around on the floor. I scooted right, and then left. I lifted my butt into the air and then back down to the ground.

I was bored. I took the blocks that Daddy Mike had left in front of me and started pushing them randomly to the side.

I stood up. I was just in my diaper, which seemed to be sagging a little on my waist. I walked slowly to the kitchen where Daddy Mike and Jacob were cooking dinner. I approached Jacob while they were talking.

Both men ignored me. I was shorter then both of them, and felt slightly nervous approaching them like this and bothering them.

I tugged on Jacobs sleeve to get his attention. He looked down at me, without smiling.

Uh Jacob, can you get out my play-dough? I asked. There was nothing else to do.

Jacob looked down at me, and Daddy Mike turned around, Hey Austy, what are you supposed to call Jacob now, little guy?

I paused Um, Uncle Jake, can you help me get my play-dough? at that, Jake patted me on the head, ruffling my hair, and said,

Sure, cutie. Why dont you follow me Austy

And, with that, I walked quickly after him, waddling to keep up.

Day 190
I looked over my shoulder at Austin, who was in the back seat of the car. He was wearing a pair of overalls, and a colorful patterned onsie underneath. He had his pacifier in his mouth. His diaper was pretty obvious, and I had had the overalls custom made, with a big crotch and seat to fit his diapers, and crotch snaps for easy changes. It was great being able to change him now without getting him all undressed.

He was adorable. He was my little boy.

I thought about how far wed come. It had been less then 7 months ago that Austy had been hesitant to even wear a diaper outside the house. Now he was always heavily diapered, and I knew that he no longer had control of his bladder or bowels.

A couple months ago he had his first night-time messing episode, where he woke up in a messy diaper without consciously messing himself. After that it had become pretty regular. And, now he had a couple small messy diapers every day.

I had tested him with Jake  a messy test we wouldnt bother repeating. We had put Austin into a pair of swim trunks and made a big show of only packing a pullup style toddler training pant with us. We explained to him we were going to the pool and he should try and control himself like a big boy.

Well, it was a disaster. Of course, that was the point. But, he ended up wetting himself a little in the car on the way to the pool and then asked for the pullup. Jake helped him get into it in the car, and he was even squirting a little piss around while getting into the pullup. Needless to say, he ended up soaking the pullup and then soiling himself at the pool, and the mess leaked out of his pullup and down his legs, getting all over him. He started crying. And, it had been pretty clear he was trying not to mess himself.

But, now thickly diapered at all times, I loved seeing him squirm a little and then just mess his diaper and go back to whatever he was doing.

I pulled into the parking lot, and climbed out my door, going around to the back, and opening the door. I had to shake Austin awake.

As he came to, he looked right, and left, clearly startled. Hush, baby. Take it easy I cooed as I rubbed his head Were just parking at Pacos

I had started bringing him here less then a week ago. I knew he was close to complete regression. But, I also knew that in order to get him to total submission, I would have to take him out of the house to more public places. Other men would have to see him in his diapers, and baby state, and he would have to accept that.

Pacos was an out of the way gay bar that welcomed fetishes. And, we had known most of the guys before Austy had begun his regression. I thought it would be good for Austin to confront and come to know these men as a baby.

I thought back to the first couple times we had come Austin had been scared. The first time he had even started crying inside the place.

Shockingly for