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Mmmph, I painfully moaned into my pacifier. Why did I allow this? Why did I want this so bad? It was so embarrassing and mortifying. Yet here I was once again trying to not expel my monthly enema as long as I could while Adam stared absentmindedly at his phone on the couch, flicking through some app.

He chuckled, not looking away from his phone, You definitely are losing control. You used to last so much longer. Its only been three minutes.

Only three minutes? It has felt like an eternity standing here in front of him as my favorite show, Paw Patrol, played in the background.  I was dressed how I was almost always dressed at home. A thick puffy babyish adult diaper, plastic pants with teddy bears and blocks on it, my sports onesie, and my shortalls. My diaper was already a little soggy since my last change. When did that happen? I dont think I had lost that much bladder control since this all started but Ive gotten so used to wetting in my diapers that wetting in them had kind of become second nature. Sometimes I could tell when I had to go, other times I quickly gave in to little pangs, other times my diaper felt a lot more wet all of a sudden than I thought it would.

But that is not surprising, said Adam glancing up from his phone, Youre just becoming who you really are.

Adam and I had been dating for two years when we decided to move in together. It had been my first real relationship at the ripe old age of 28. I was a bit of a late bloomer but I had always struggled with my diaper fetish and adult baby desires. I didnt know exactly how to pursue something with all of that baggage. I had been out for years and date after date I just felt hopeless. Nobody was really clicking and most of the time I just wanted to get back home and put my diapers on. However when I first met Adam all of that went away. He was so confident, masculine, and strong. He worked as a software manager at a tech company but was so opposite of most of his nerdy co-workers. He was tall, fit, with blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He not only made other men fall in love with him but more times than not was getting looks from ladies.

We clicked right away and one date turned into two, three, and then five and then we became boyfriends. We had similar enough interests in tv shows, video games, and the same philosophy in life. He taught me to be more confident in myself and pursue my interests. I had gotten promoted several times since I first met him and was making new friends and starting new hobbies. Not only that but the sex was everything I had imagined it would be. He was a dominant top who had no interest in bottoming. His huge penis dwarfed mine and he sometimes got me off by just fingering my ass. He had also gotten promoted since we first met and was really growing more handsome every day. Plus he was three years younger than me and already a lot more successful.

It was so good that my diaper desires didnt even come up. Sure I thought about it from time to time but I mistakenly thought I was cured of my fetish. That I finally found someone who was dominant, sexy, and smart and I wanted to spend all of my time with him. But then things settled a bit, as they do, after a new relationship starts and my mind wandered back to my diapers I had hidden away at my place. It had been so long and the idea of being back in my thick wet diapers made my blood rush and as the relationship moved forward. I knew I would eventually have to say something to Adam.

Adam proposed that we should move in together and I loved the idea. But I dreaded what I would have to eventually tell him. There was just no way that I could keep this a secret any longer especially if we lived together. I was practically already living with him but whenever I went back to my place I would use that time to get in my diapers and wear baby clothes. It was something I couldnt quite give up and I knew I would have to indulge from time to time when we moved in together.

So we moved in together.

About a month in I confessed.  

The sex the night of my confession wasnt that great. I just wasnt that into it and he couldnt get me off. I blame it on looking at diaper porn online. I had been looking at it all day and while Adam was going to town on my ass my mind was wandering. I just needed to wear and wet my diapers and just wasnt feeling usual routine.

Adam pulled out. God he looked so hot. He had a glow about him and he just seemed to happy and satisfied.

Want me to still get you off? he said looking down at my limp dick.

Um no Im ok tonight, I gritted my teeth, I have to talk to you about something. He looked at me all concerned, Its nothing bad its just something I should tell you.

We showered together in silence and then sat down in front of my laptop soon after as I explained it to him. He looked confused but seemed curious and open.

I mean Ive heard of it, he said, So you get off on wearing and using diapers, and acting like a baby?

More or less, I squeaked. I had been so nervous; I was sweating and barely making eye contact, Its kind of a submissive thing. I get off not only wearing and using diapers but someone humiliating me, teasing me, embarrassing me, basically treating me that way.

Treating you like a toddler? Adam questioned.

Yea&

And Im the Daddy?

Yeeeeaaa& I said turning to look at him. He seemed perplexed staring back at me and looking at the website explaining the fetish.

Adam nodded, Ok, Im going to need some time to sort of digest this information.

Are you mad? Grossed out? I asked.

No, he said shaking his head, It just changes my perception of you a little bit.

Now here we were months later ten months later and things had changed drastically in our relationship. If one could even really call it that anymore. I didnt really feel like Adams boyfriend anymore, I felt completely like his big baby.

Mmmph, I whined again into my large orange pacifier but the battle was over, I expelled the enema with a loud splatter into the seat of my diaper. My eyes bugged feeling the soapy enema quickly and uncontrollably seep out. Pieces of gushy poopy quickly flowed out followed by some lousy noisy wet farts. My bladder also gave in and I started wetting the front of my diaper to my delight too. God this all felt so good and so right even under the watchful cocky eyes of my daddy. I wasnt even getting erect. My peepee stayed limp, silly, and tiny in my diapers as I continued to uncontrollably mess myself.

Four minutes, not bad tiger. Nowhere near the twenty minutes the first time we did this, but we are definitely heading the right direction. Just let it all out there kiddo. Enjoy being the baby you are and want to be, said Daddy. He got up and brought over the towel he kept nearby. He carefully placed it under my feet just in time too as the contents of my diapers started to leak down my legs.

He stood up and looked into my concerned eyes, Its ok buddy. Its ok. Youre just a baby and its all ok. He brought me into an embrace as even more of the poopy enema seeped out into my pants.  

I felt so utterly ridiculous and frankly embarrassed for myself in this moment. I always felt like this during these monthly enemas but on this particular day I felt like I needed a break. I was growing tired of my predicament and growing a little bored with the childrens show parental controls on the media apps that had been set up for me.

I brought my hand up to my mouth and pulled out my pacifier, Ugh&Adam&I I felt another gush of pee seep into my diapers which felt so good but I persisted, I think I need a break from this baby stuff.

He stepped back, Did you just call me Adam?

Before I could respond I heard the front door of the condo open. Oh god, oh no. This was really bad timing.

Around the corner walked in Papa, the 32-year-old, hairy ripped man that Adam had started seeing six months ago. Papa, was a hot shot executive producer here in Los Angeles. He was even taller than Adam, tan, and almost always had a five oclock shadow. He had dark hair, dark brown eyes, and probably went to the gym five days a week to stay in peak shape when he wasnt working. At times he scared me and definitely put me in my place when I acted out. Other times he babied and dotted on me so much I couldnt help but gush over him cause he made me feel so much like his own baby. He was mesmerizing and I had to shake my head a few times and remember I wasnt really his actual son. He was so masculine that Adam who had always declared he was a dominant top with me, suddenly became a lot more versatile.

Victor, guess who just called me Adam? said Daddy looking over at Papa as he strolled into the room. Papa placed his arm around Daddy and looked at me.

I certainly hoped it wasnt my princess, chided Papa looking down at me with a toothy smile, Hmm?

He touched each of my cheeks with his large masculine hands and I couldnt help but smile and looked at the floor, You didnt call your Daddy by the wrong name did you sweetie?

I didnt respond. I felt so completely infantile right now. Papa always made me feel that way by just looking at me. It sure didnt help that I was still uncontrollably filling the back of my diapers and the smell of peepee and baby powder was rifling. Feeling my thick swollen diapers held tight under all of my baby clothes certainly made me feel regressed too, not that I wasnt almost always feeling this way.

Things had definitely changed since I had confessed to Adam about my diaper desires. I think at first he felt betrayed since I told him after we had already signed a twelve month lease for the condo where he was paying more than his fair share of the rent. I had also kept such a big secret away from him during our entire relationship. But after a few days he seemed to come around and was open to using diapers on me and role play a bit.

However he started to get really into it. I mean he really went all in.

It was a dream come true at the beginning, but you always need to be careful what you wish for. I still remember the early days. Adam would command me to come up to the bedroom where he would have a Dry 24/7 waiting for me. Hed strip me down and put me in the diaper. Hed tell me just how much I loved wearing diapers and how I deserved to be in them all the time. He called me his boy and I had to call him Daddy. God, sucking him while I was wearing nothing but a diaper was great. Or I loved it when he rubbed me and got me in my diapers or suddenly ripped them off to fuck. He even got so aggressive that he would cut a whole into the back of my diapers and would fuck me while I was still wearing it. Feeling my peepee rub into the soft disposable material while he pleasured himself was fantastic.

Then the novelty wore off for him. He wanted to just had some good old fashioned fondling and vanilla sex. He liked to be aggressive but as he said, I still want my boyfriend. I dont want you in diapers all the time. I fell in love with you cause we were buddies.

However the damage was done to my sex drive. Our crazy diaper sex had cemented the connection between pleasure and diapers for me and I had grown dependent on them when wanting to get off. While the kissing, caressing, and bottoming felt good it just didnt quite fill the proverbial hole that I needed for diapers. Adam noticed my disinterest and expressed concern when I still had trouble getting off after two weeks of a dry spell.

So if I pulled out a diaper right now, youd probably get off in thirty seconds, he said exasperated. I blushed already feeling the blood flow into my dick at the near mention of a diaper.

Thats what I thought, he said seeing me get harder and harder, he at first looked defeated but then I saw an idea flash across his eyes, I love you, and I know you love me. But I know you need diapers in order to feel fulfilled and happy.

I& I started as tears started to well up in my eyes.

No let me finish. I mean look at you, that is the hardest and most aroused youve been all night. I get it. This is just who you are. Ive done the research, Ive read up what you told me to read up. I get it. I love taking care of you and I love you being at my beck and all. Being such a good helper around here the house and making sure Im comfortable. And I can deal with the diapers. I can even deal with the baby stuff. I can even get off making you feel humiliated and embarrassed. I love that control and I love doing that you. But I cant date a big baby like you. I need a man. I need someone who is going to challenge me and push me to do the best that I can. I need someone who is dependable and strong. Someone who wants to have sex like grown adults.

But&Adam&I can be an adult&I can be those things& I said as tears streamed down my face. My dick swelled up even more as Adam continued to talk down to me.

No you really cant. And you know you dont want to be either. I know youve grown a lot since we first met but thats not who you really are and I want you to be who you really are. You shouldnt have to force yourself to be this ideal fake version of you just because someone else wants you to be that way. You have to be you. Plus, come on, you dont want a boyfriend. You want a Daddy.

I found my hand gravitating toward my dick. No! Why was I playing with myself! No I had to stop. Adam was basically telling me he wanted to break up with me, that he couldnt date me anymore.

You want a Daddy who will keep you in your diapers. A Daddy who will treat you like the baby you really want to be. Someone who will change your dirty diapers. Someone who will feed you, bathe you, and put you down for a nap. Someone who will even punish and spank you if need be. I know youve said youve wanted that before.

I was breathing hard as I kept jacking off in front of Adam. I was so turned on yet so completely mortified at what he was saying. I was totally proving and showing him that he was right. That I wanted and needed these things.

Look at you, the mere mention of diapers and youre hard and you know all of this to be true. You love wearing diapers, you love wetting your diapers, and youve told me you love pooping your diapers. Dude you really are a baby through and through. Men dont do that at all. I found it funny at first when I came home and caught you watching Power Rangers. Then I found it peculiar when I caught you watching Paw Patrol.  Remember that night you suggested that you should go to sleep in a diaper? Or when I came home and you already had one on under your clothes. You told me you just put it on but it looked like you had been wearing it for hours. You really dont want to be a man, you want to be a big overgrown toddler whose greatest pleasure come from your diapers. You need a Daddy.

I couldnt handle it anymore and I exploded shooting cum across the room. I was moaning and bawling as I continued to pump my dick. I continued to orgasm, shooting ropes of cum across the bed. I collapsed on the bed.

I gasped for air as the realization of what Adam said started to sink in. My long and only two year relationship was about to end because of my diapers.

I cant be your boyfriend anymore, said Adam, But&I can definitely be your Daddy.

So yeah, I dont usually reblog onto this account in order to keep the content focused, but DAMN.  Give this guy a read, he hits all the right buttons :3