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Come on now pumpkin, you wouldnt lie to your Papa, said Papa putting a finger under my chin. His syrupy and deep voice was hard to resist. He slowly lifted up my head so I faced him and Daddy.

I was all flustered and my eyes started to water. Papa glanced knowingly at Daddy as my tears gave my answer away. God I really had become such a baby around these two. I was always so emotional and I was so quick to start crying now. Maybe I had always been this way but had kept my emotions hidden cause I thought I had to be a man. Maybe I was just finally being my true self, and that was a big crying baby. My behavior had changed rapidly as the walls had started to come down over the last few months, especially since Papa moved in. My old self, the guy who had been Daddys boyfriend, seemed so foreign to me now. It felt so distant and it was hard to connect with, especially now seeing him kiss Papa in front of me. They just looked so superior, masculine, and grown up. While I felt so utterly childish in my full stinky diaper trying to remember how I got to this point.  

After Adam had told me he couldnt be my boyfriend anymore I got my wish. I got to sleep in a diaper. Only it wasnt in our bed, it was in the guest bedroom downstairs which had immediately become my new room. It was smaller and housed my old bed from my apartment before we moved in. It was nondescript and we rarely went in there. Adam had quickly diapered me after I came all over the sheets and told me I should start moving my stuff in the nursery while he did some laundry.

The whole situation felt weird, especially coming down from my horny bliss. I felt so embarrassed around Adam. I didnt know what to say or how to act around him as we crossed paths that night. He said we would have to come up with some ground rules and talk a little bit more but that he was deadly serious that our relationship had evolved into something else. As I settled down for the night, crinkling in the thick adult diaper Adam had put on me, I already felt different. This was different than our usual submissive play. When we had sex there was always an end game, wed get off and then wed be back to being equals again. This current submissive feeling felt more all-encompassing. Here I was, downstairs in the guest bedroom in my diapers while my boyfriend&er my daddy slept in the master bedroom upstairs. It felt extremely right, and that was frightening.  Like I was in my rightful place.

So here is the deal, said Adam the next morning. He looked tired too as he sat down on the end of the bed. He had clearly been up all night and was now sipping on some coffee. I want to be clear, we are not really boyfriends anymore. Not in the traditional sense. In my mind Im now in control. If it evolves to me being your daddy, so be it. We will see where this goes. I know we have a history together and I know this is a sexual thing for you& so at best were friends with benefits. Understand?

Yea, I said quietly starting to wake up. Adam didnt even knock. He just kind of walked right in and started talking. I guess I didnt have any privacy at all anymore,  As long as this can still work with both of us living here.

Im not worried about that, he said confidently, Not at all. Its you Im worried about. This place is under my name and I can easily take over the rent if need be. I know you dont make nearly as much money as me and you obviously need someone to take care of you. Im more concerned if you can follow the conditions Im setting for you.

Conditions? I squeaked.

Sh& he hushed me. Adam put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. He did this from time to time and it always felt romantic and comforting, but given the current situation it felt emasculating. Like he was reassuring me like I was a concerned toddler.  Yea, things are going to change a little bit around here. You are always going to wear diapers when you are home. No matter what. The minute you walk in the door I want you to put a diaper on. When youre not here I dont care what you wear but under my roof you are wearing diapers. Whats funny is I dont even think that is even going to be that big of an issue for you. I think itll probably be freeing. You finally get to wear them as much as you want! Doesnt that sound nice?

I started to get hard just thinking about it, was this really happening? But then the severity of the situation started to settle in, But what if we have friends or guests over?

Adam shrugged, Well, that is something youre going to have to deal with. But I want my baby boy protected at all times. Sure it might be embarrassing and you might have to tell people you wear diapers but you love them so much you really should be in them all the time.

I dont know&

You do love wearing them. You cant really deny that, youve told me how good they feel to you. Why keep that from yourself? he asked. It almost sounded a bit condescending. Adam did know how much I liked them but he also knew how they made me feel. Being in diapers in our bedroom and at home was one thing but still wearing them when other people were over was something else. That was a lifestyle change. If not then like I dont know what to say. Well find you another place to live but I cant do this then. I love you and I want to take care of you and let you be who you are. But I cant do it both ways where sometimes you need your diapers and sometimes you dont and its this whole thing. It just becomes too much. And then when I bring guys home what am I going to say, that my ex-boyfriend is sleeping in the guest bedroom?

Wait what? I asked. My heart was racing, was he already thinking of other guys to bring home.

Yea I told you. I need to have sex. I need to have sex with men and not big babies. Obviously not right away cause Im going to kind of have to mourn the end of this. But eventually yea Im going to be bringing guys here. And it isnt like I wont still play around with you, itll just be different. Itll be more suited to your needs.

I did my best to suppress a moan. God, actually sounded so hot. I felt horny just imagining it, but it all felt so shameful.  I looked down at my diaper. Did I really want this? Part of it was ticking some boxes for me. Id get my diapers and still have some sexy times with Adam and hed still get to be with me but also meet his own needs. And then Adam telling some other guy I wore diapers too&how embarrassing&it sounded degrading but so fitting too.

Come on, just imagine. You would get to wear diapers all the time! How does that sound? Seriously, I bet youre getting excited just thinking about it. Waking up in diapers, watching all of your favorite shows in diapers, playing video games in just your diapers! Sounds like one of the stories you told me about. You dont have to wait to put one on when I get home from work and we have sex. Plus the toilet is going to be off limits for you so imagine that! Getting to wet your diapers and finally getting to poop your pants! Adam said almost gleefully.

Are you sure? I was kind of blown away that he was open to all of this. When I first brought it up to Adam that I liked wearing diapers. I did explain to him that half of the fun was actually using them for their intended use. But he didnt really want anything to do with that. The only time I used them was in secret or when he rubbed me and I came in my diapers.

Baby, Im giving you the chance to finally be who you are, and not just hidden away at your old apartment. You get to be your big baby self out and proud with me. I know youve wanted to. Really I have. I guess I didnt want to believe it, I just needed to come to terms with it myself and last night I finally did. I realized Im not really dating a man. Im really dating a submissive meek baby who wants nothing more than for me to control, pamper, and protect him. A baby whose greatest pleasure comes from being his diapers and wetting his diapers. You really want nothing more than for me to just make you wear your diapers all the time. Cause youre too scared to admit it to yourself. Come on, isnt that what you want?  Maybe this will make you more comfortable with all of your baby desires and youll finally be your true self. So what do you say?

I rarely if ever cried in front of Adam. Last night, was the first in a long time I could remember actually getting really upset. But now with this offer in front of me, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed and I found myself crying again.

Aw yea that is what I thought, its ok baby. We both know you cant change who you really are and need to be. Lets be honest, if we went our separate ways youd still need your diapers and youd still be a baby right?

Yea, I cried. It hit me hard, I would always need these things no matter if I was with Adam or not. Oh god, I would always want to be a baby.

Aww its ok, sh, said Adam putting down his coffee on the nightstand and got in the bed next to me. He placed my head on his chest and rubbed my belly, There there, its all good. This was so hard to resist Im sure. It was hard hiding your real self from me and youre so brave sharing it, but its time to really embrace it. Youre nothing more than a baby. Thats ok. You need to be that way and yea its embarrassing but maybe its ok that your real self is a little embarrassing. Youll get used to wearing your diapers at home and around our friends. Im sure itll be tough at first but Ill help you through it. Then we will make this room into the perfect nursery for you. Youll start to wonder why you fought it for so long.

I found myself nodding in agreement feeling his chest go up and down with each breath. Hearing his heartbeat as he cuddled me and reassured me. I sighed, calming down and let my bladder empty into my waiting diaper. This was what I wanted and in this moment everything felt perfect. My new Daddy comforting me, my diaper getting warm and wet as the pee trickled down my balls and into the absorbent material. I could feel it expand slightly comforting me and reassuring me that it would always be there to protect me from any accidents I had. Not realizing, in that very moment, I was giving up most of my adult rights so willingly to Adam. That I wanted his care and comfort as a Daddy so much, that I longed and needed it all so much, that I would let him turn me into such a complete and utter baby.

Wow, even that first morning in my diapers was starting to feel like a lifetime ago and at that time I still had so many privileges. Not like how it was today, or how it was in this very moment.

Daddy and Papa continued making out in front of me. God, it looked so passionate and hot. Papa embraced Daddy who in return rubbed his back. They looked so happy and so in love as they greeted each other after a long day. It looked so different then when I kissed Daddy now. I know he loved me but it was a different kind of love. He called me cute, tickled me, and gave me a little peck on the cheek or the mouth but there wasnt any passion or lust to it. He would rub down my thighs and legs reassuring me that everything was ok before handing me a bottle or a sippy cup. Papas made me feel completely silly. I could feel his scratchy beard as he kissed my cheeks, down my neck, and started giving me raspberries on my chest and stomach. He tickled, poked, and prodded my completely hairless body rubbing his fingers across my diaper. It was particularly bad when I was naked after bathtime or a diaper change and he and Daddy would chase me. Theyd tackle me together, rubbing their hands across my peepee, or through my bum bum cheeks. Their bodies would start enveloping me as they would start to make on with each other on top of me slowly and quickly starting to ignore me.

Any chub or hard on Id get, if at all, in that moment would quickly go away as my peepee would get soft and little like a button. It was if it knew my lot in life, it knew I had no place in the bedroom and would shrink and shrivel down to the perfect size for a baby. God, it was so embarrassing seeing my peepee shrink in size as theirs got bigger, stronger, and thicker in front of me. Papa would order Daddy to diaper me up and put me in my crib for an unscheduled nap time. Then Id hear the two of them run up the stairs to their bedroom, laughing, grunting, and kissing. It wouldnt be long before I started wetting my diapers or worse messing them as I heard them passionately make love, fucking each other, while my peepee stayed safe, small, and away in my lovely diapers. It was in these times I would reflect at my predicament. Id hear what I used to do with Daddy and realize how that was all taken away from me. Id look around my room, look at the large diaper changing table covered in thick diapers I now wore everywhere. Id notice the plethora of plush Barney and Sesame Street dolls scattered on the floor with my Paw Patrol Playsets. I wouldnt day dream about sex anymore, Id come up with stories my toys would act out. Id take in the fragrance of lavender from my baby lotions and powder mixed with the unmistakable smell of wet and dirty diapers that emanated from the nursery.

I used to get hard in this moments imagining Daddy moaning, or even Papa sucking Daddys big dick but that was happening less and less. My baby conditioning was greatly changing my thoughts and feelings when it came to sex or getting turned on. Perhaps sometimes when I wrestled with Papa and Daddy, or during a particular sensual diaper change, or late at night in my crib I could get turned on. At night, I became overwhelmed with the all the humiliation and degradation I was going through Id get turned on and have to  get off in my diapers. But that was happening less and less with each and every day. I still enjoyed all of these feelings but was starting to find it weird and even wrong to get hard and to get off. It also didnt help that Daddys focus had changed a lot ever since Papa came around. Sure hed still tease me about my diapers and about becoming a baby, but then hed leave me to hump my diapers or would want me to quickly rub one out into my diapers while he and Papa got ready to go out on a date Friday night.

Theyd be getting ready in their bedroom while I stood in the corner. My hand would be on the front of my wet diaper. Id grip the thick padding and pull it up and down as the soft disposable material kind of rubbed against my peepee. Sometimes it was tough and I wouldnt get off, especially if my diaper was soaked. Daddy would ever so often, in the most distracted voice, encourage me, while he pulled on a polo or put on some cologne. If I did cum, Id quickly squirt into my padding before being quickly ushered by Papa back to my nursery and changed into a dry diaper and put down for the night. I was so used to an early bedtime now, that sometimes Id pass out before they would even leave to go out.

Daddy and Papa stopped kissing and looked down at me. I let out another wet fart feeling another rush of messy poopy empty into my diaper. I arched my back uncontrollably in delight.

Hes probably almost done, said Daddy caressing Papas chest, But I think he needs a little bit of a reminder of who he is.

Im syre, said Papa nodding. He cracked another smile, this one seemed a little more devilish, a little more evil. He put his large hand on my shoulder, Ok stinky, go grab a fresh diaper from your nursery, then we are going to have a talk once we get you cleaned up.

Papa pulled me in to his chest. I breathed in a mix of musk, cologne, and the sweat of a man who had been at work all day. Completely opposite of me, a baby who smelled of spit up, peepee, dry milk, poopoo, and baby powder. I winced as he gave me two large pats on poopy wet diaper before turning me away and pushing me towards my nursery.

I walked slowly away trying to prolong the inevitable..

You better march sport, I heard Papa call out, Daddy and I arent happy with you Tinkerbell.

I heard them start talking about me as I entered my nursery. Sure I could end this all right now if I really wanted to. I could be done with my babyish lifestyle. No more diapers, no more enemas, no more&ugh spankings. I cringed knowing what was about to happen. So much of this was so unfair. No man would let himself get to this point and literally be treated like a toddler, not all day long for months at a time. No man would quit his job, wear diapers all the time, and spent his days drinking from babas, and enjoying messing his pants while baby shows played. Yet here I was. Every step into my nursery, my nursery, was a reminder of how much I craved and wanted this. Feeling my wet and incredibly poopy diaper gush back and forth on my bum, sucking my pacifier, and absentmindedly still peeing away, was a reminder of how much I needed this. Feeling my shortalls pull my diaper closer and snugger to my body, as I reached for a fresh diaper reminded me of who I really was. While it was embarrassing and unfair it felt so incredibly right, real, and necessary. Sure I could end this, and maybe part of me wanted to, but I wouldnt. I did not want this to end. Whatever pleasure I got from this treatment, made it all worth it.

I walked back out into the living room where Papa had pulled out my plastic changing pad along with some wipes and baby powder. He looked menacingly at me as he ushered me over. God he looked so big and strong. I felt so insignificant to him the minute I met him. He quickly won me over and as he embraced me for who I was. I almost immediately and I secretly loved all of the humiliating pet names he gave me. Im actually not sure it was that much of a secret, cause he knew it too. He knew what kind of power he had over me. He knew just what calling me muffin, sweetcheeks, or darling did to me. He knew literally, actually, treating me like a complete baby is what I wanted and he never faltered. While Daddy probably still clung on to that old image of me from time to time, knowing I needed to get off, and I was something different at one point, Papa never saw me that way. Papa didnt need to check in with me, Papa just needed my complete submission. He needed my compliance and he needed to make sure I remained the docile baby boy who would never be a threat. He was the one who made sure I was completely hairless. He was the one who pushed the sissy stuff on me no matter how much I balked and pushed against it. He made sure I never felt like anything other than his baby.

I held on to his shoulder as he helped me lay down on my changing pad. My diaper felt slick as the mushy poopoo slid across my bum and up towards my peepee. I looked up at him and handed him over the pink princess diaper I knew hed want me in after my spanking.

He chuckled, Someones learning how I like my little sweetie dressed.

I moaned into my pacifier and tried not to smile as he rubbed his hand down the denim towards the snaps at my crotch. He stared into my eyes as he slowly started to unsnap the buttons one at a time. Then it was time for the onesie buttons. He did those just as slow, building the tension towards my diaper change. He was making me more nervous. Any step out of the line now meant more time over Papas lap and he knew how to tease and torment me before all of that happened.

He grabbed my arm pulling me up to a sitting position, so he could swiftly pull my baby clothes off leaving me in nothing but my baby diaper and wet, brown colored, plastic pants. The teddy bears on them seemed to taunt me, reminding me how much of a baby I was.

Papa pushed me back down and carefully pulled the plastic pants off, making sure the leakage didnt spill out any further. Then Papa untapped my diaper. Looking into Papas eyes and feeling the cool air hit my hairless, silly, soft little peepee I understood one thing in this moment. I definitely didnt want a boyfriend. I wanted a Daddy&but I needed a Papa.