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Shane was frankly shocked at how quickly his niece had taken to humiliating a diaper, yes, bitch like himself.

He'd known about her OnlyFans account for a year, after his wife told him about it after his niece Kaylie had confided in her. The 25-year-old daughter of his sister, Kaylie had always been a bit of a wild child, bounced between jobs, and was now trying her hand at OnlyFans.

He swore he wouldn't check it out. Swore! That would be too fucked up, even for someone like himself, a first-class pervert who only ejaculated in pissy or poop-filled Pampers, and had subjected himself to every form of humiliation known to man.

But of course a sissy can't hold out forever. So one night he took a peek. Pretty standard stuff. Pay her some bucks and she'd show her ass, pussy or tits. Great for regular men, not so great for him. Well, that and the whole niece part.

A few months later he looked again and she'd added "dick pic ratings." Hmmm. She send she'd rate your dick "but be warned if it's a shrimp dick I will laugh." Someone must have taught her some kinky tricks of the trade. Still, he resisted. That would be crossing a line, right? Send his one-inch dick pic to his niece to be mocked?

Fast-forward even more months later. And the sissy--married, living a normal man's life--had fallen into the clutches of a dominant daddy. A dominant daddy who had slowly and surely worked his way into the sissy's brain, tormenting him, humiliating him and eventually convincing Shane to send him his full name and address, and face pics of him in his Pampers. Oh-oh. Exposure? Not quite yet. But the threat hovered.

Eventually in their chats Shane revealed his niece's OnlyFans, which delighted the daddy. Weeks later his daddy wrote and said he'd been chatting with Kaylie and lo and behold had worked with her on talking to adult babies and sissy fags. "And your niece has really taken to it. She's seen how lucrative it can be humiliating Pampers pussies."

Next? You can guess. Daddy had Shane writing to his niece on OnlyFans. Submitting to her as a diaper fairy. His niece loved humiliating the sissy she knew as "Sissy Shanna." Whoa, bit too close to his real name but daddy insisted on Shane using that name.

She made him pose. Made him prance around public in diapers. Made him write humiliating phrases on his Pampers. Like Diaper Bitch. Made him cum in his diapers and eat it and eat it he did. He always told daddy about the convos.

Then, the next step.

"Okay, sissy. Time for Kaylie to get a face pic."

Nooooooo. Noooooo, daddy. Shane begged and begged. Daddy relented. "Tell youu what. You don't have to send it to her. I will."

And so daddy did. Sent Kaylie a pic of Shane in a poopy diaper. Sucking a pacifier. Wearing a pink bonnet and a bib that read "Sissy Cocksucker." Tears coming down his face added a nice touch.

Kaylie got the pic. And 30 seconds later Shane got a text from her.

That would be the end of his old manly life. Soon enough everyone in his life would know the real him. He'd be thrown out by his wife. Disowned. Fired. "But it's okay," daddy said. "You'll come live with me and my wife. She hates men and wants them all to be sissy diaper fags and I love sissy fags so you'll have a loving home. And hey, maybe we'll keep having Kaylie help with your training."

The afternoon had been a perfect blend of easy conversation and soft laughter. His place was comfortable, a haven of familiar furniture and shared jokes. Then the door opened, and everything shifted, the easy-going atmosphere replaced with a silent tension that made my heart pound. His mother, a woman I had only met briefly, walked in, carrying a package that shattered my sense of normalcy. A package of diapers. I froze, my mind reeling.

The moment that she was in the room, I felt my world turn upside down. Was she really holding a package of Pampers?

“Oh, you are still here?” She asked him, a question that cut through me, like I was a stranger. It was then, that my heart really skipped a beat.

My eyes flicked to the package, the brightly colored label a stark contrast to the seriousness of her expression. She looked at me, and her smile felt too sweet. Almost predatory. Then she looked at him. Then back to me.

"Oh, these are for my little son," she said, her gaze lingering on me, too long. "He needs them you know." She looked at me again, her eyes piercing my soul, as she walked into the kitchen, and put them down. Then she came back to us. “He has a little bit of a problem, but you will understand soon.” It was a clear threat.

Then it happened. She looked at him, and asked: "Show her" His face paled, then he sighed, and slowly lifted his t-shirt, to reveal the telltale bulge. A huge, padded diaper was beneath. My jaw dropped. What was going on?

"Oh yes, it does seem like he does. Please put this new package away, and show your friend what you have been hiding," She added, as if it was just a passing thought. It was always so calm with her. Too calm.

I watched as he shuffled off to what I now understood was a diaper storage room, and I watched as he started to place his diapers on the highest shelves, as if this was a normal occurrence. It was then that I knew, that I had stumbled into something far more complex, something I wasn't sure I understood. And then I just saw him, as he came back to me, and I knew that I had to change my view of him. He was something else. He was something more.

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Remote Diaper Care Protocol

Remote Diaper Care Protocol

To ensure that your charge continues to be under your strict diaper care, the following protocol will be followed.

Your charge will be supplied with ample amounts of wipes, baby powder, lotion and 3 premium plastic backed, taped, disposable diapers and 1 premium “extra absorbent” plastic backed, taped, disposable diaper (for bed-time) daily. Make stacks of these 4 diapers (with the bed-time diaper on the bottom) for each day that you will be away. So if you will be away for 9 days, you will have 9 stacks of 4 diapers. Starting with the first stack, write the number 1 on the crotch of each diaper using a permanent marker (like a sharpie), then for the second stack, write the number 2 on each one and so forth. This number represents the diapers that will be used on that day. Once that’s done, starting again with the first stack, number them from top to bottom from 1 to 4. Write a dash, then this number next to the stack number. This number represents the change number. So for the first 3 stacks, the numbers will be as follows:

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 1-1 2-1 3-1 1-2 2-2 3-2 1-3 2-3 3-3 1-4 2-4 3-4

Once all the stacks have their day and change numbers written on them, lock away the sharpie and all other remaining diapers. It is important that your charge only have access to the diapers in the stacks and no others.

Your charge is to always use the diapers, never the toilet. To ensure that the toilet is not being used, dye the water in each toilet, then lock away the dye. If a toilet has been used, it should be obvious due to a dirty toilet or lack of dye in the water. To ensure that toilets are not being used, timestamped pictures can be demanded at any time.

Diaper changes will be done according to a strict schedule as follows:

Change 1 - 7AM - Before breakfast, change into the first diaper in stack for that day Change 2 - Noon - Before lunch, change into the second diaper in the stack for that day Change 3 - 5PM - Before dinner, change into the third diaper in the stack for that day Change 4 - 10PM - Before bed, change into the fourth (last) diaper in the stack for that day

On the even numbered days, the charge must take a bath, starting at 10PM and lasting no longer than 30 minutes. During this time, the charge must be thoroughly cleaned. The charge must be changed into the night time diaper by no later than 10:30PM on bath nights. 

Diaper changes should be done on a changing mat the floor (even if there is a changing table available) to ensure safety and proper fit (why a bed should not be used).  Outside of obligatory diaper changes, diapers are to be left alone to do their job; they are not to be touched, tampered with, pulled down, or reached inside of.  Hands off!

To ensure that the diaper changes are happening properly and in accordance to schedule, a timestamped picture of the crotch of the diaper, as it is being worn, immediately before and immediately after the change must be taken. The day and change numbers should match the changing schedule. Just before the diaper change, the charge must write a diaper content code using a different colored permanent marker in the crotch of the diaper near the day and change number, which is the sum of the substances in the following legend:

0 - clean and dry 1 - wet (pee) 2 - messy (poo) 4 - sexual fluids (cum)

For example, a pee (wet) and poo (messy) diaper will have the content code 3 and a pee and cummy diaper, 5. The numbers in the crotch of the diaper must be clearly visible in the 2 pictures taken at each diaper change. On bath night, the first picture is taken of the used diaper with it’s content code plainly visible right before the bath (10PM), then the second picture is taken of the fresh night time diaper right after it has been changed into (no later than 10:30PM).

To ensure the health of the charge, every diaper should be wet and at least one diaper should be messy each day. Appropriate “encouragements” should be offered to incentivize the good health of the charge when it becomes a concern.

Sexual fluids in a diaper rarely show up by accident and if excessive masterbation is a concern, arrange with the charge what diapers (if any) are permitted to contain sexual fluids. For example, cum is banned from being in all diapers other than in change 3 on odd days.

If the charge has work or other “out of home” obligations, the protocol should still be enforced. The noon diaper change, wipes and an opaque plastic bag can be placed into the lunch box of the charge for example. Before lunch time, the charge can take the lunch box in the bathroom, and in the (handicap) stall, snap the first picture, change, used diaper goes into the bag, snap the last picture, throw the bag into the trash on the way out, then proceed to the office kitchen to eat. The charge can be at work at 8AM to be home safe and sound for the 5PM change.

Remote Diaper Care is also an effective means of dissuading tardiness and encouraging good time management.

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I sat with my friends at the table in their home, we planned going out to a party in the evening together, hiving a coffee and talking. As so many times we talked about bondage, the fun we have with different guys in different situations. i liked everything lockable, it is more definite, harder if at all possible to get out, while they enjoyed anything that restrains, one of them especially does enjoy mummification with duct tape.

i mentioned that tape has its charm, but is just too easy to break, it may take effort, but one always finds a way to rip it nevertheless. they did not agree, done well, done right, using proper duct tape and not cheap packing tape, they insisted it can be just as inescapable. since i refused to agree however, they dared me to give it a try.

we still had a few hours before going to the party and they agreed that it would not be a full mummification with layers, but just tape to gag me, tie my arms and legs, and then i could proof them wrong. no way i skip a dare, regardless of what it will end up with (big flaw of myself), so of course i agreed to it.

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Josh’s New Perspective

Josh had always felt weighed down by the expectations of adulthood. Living at home during university, his dad's constant nagging about getting a job only added to the pressure. When Mr. Carter offered him a babysitting job, Josh eagerly accepted, hoping it would ease some of the tension. However, he never imagined how much that job would change his life.

From the moment he arrived at Mr. Carter's secluded, two-story house on the edge of town, Josh could tell this wouldn’t be an ordinary job. Toys littered the yard, a black minivan sat in the driveway, and the house itself exuded a strange mix of family warmth and mystery.

When Mr. Carter, a tall man with a large beer belly, answered the door wearing only a strained shirt and tighty-whities, Josh had been caught off guard. Apologizing for arriving early, Josh was assured he was right on time. Mr. Carter rushed him inside and gave him a tour of the house.

The nursery upstairs was the biggest shock. It was outfitted like a toddler’s room, complete with a crib, changing table, and playpen. However, the occupant wasn’t a toddler—it was Max, Mr. Carter’s 20-year-old son. Max was “special,” as Mr. Carter explained, and still lived like a baby. Josh’s job was simple: care for Max, feed him, change him, and make sure he got to daycare safely.

When Max left for daycare that morning, Josh couldn’t stop thinking about him. Max’s carefree lifestyle, free of adult responsibilities, seemed almost enviable. Curiosity took hold, and Josh decided to explore the nursery. One thing led to another, and before long, Josh found himself wearing one of Max’s diapers and a truck-themed onesie.

What started as a moment of curiosity quickly turned into a full experience. Josh climbed into the oversized highchair, made himself some banana creamy porridge, and used a sippy cup he found in the cupboard. For the first time in years, Josh felt relaxed, unburdened by adult expectations.

That’s when Mr. Carter came home unexpectedly.

Catching Josh in the highchair, wearing baby clothes, was a moment of shock for both of them. Josh tried to explain, but Mr. Carter simply smiled. He reassured Josh that there was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, he offered Josh the chance to live like Max whenever he was at the house.

Over the following weeks, Josh embraced his new role as Mr. Carter’s “baby boy.” He spent his time at the house dressed like Max, cared for by Mr. Carter, and free from the stresses of adult life. It was a strange but comforting arrangement that made Josh feel safe and loved.

One day, however, Mr. Carter decided it was time to involve Josh’s dad. When Josh’s dad arrived to pick him up, Mr. Carter sat him down and explained everything. At first, Josh’s dad was stunned, but as he listened, he began to understand.

“I had no idea Josh felt this way,” his dad admitted.

Mr. Carter smiled warmly. “Sometimes we all need a break. And I think you might benefit from this too.”

Josh’s dad raised an eyebrow, but before he could protest, Mr. Carter pulled out a spare diaper and onesie. By the end of the conversation, both Josh and his dad were dressed like babies, sharing the same carefree lifestyle.

From that day forward, Mr. Carter cared for them both, treating them with love and kindness. Josh and his dad discovered a new bond, free from the pressures of the outside world, as they embraced their shared journey of rediscovery and innocence.

The End.

Can someone just come and take a piss into my mouth and then make me clean their feet after!?

Anyone know a Daddy thatll do this to me

Rabbit hole:

it all started with a simple tumblr post you ran across. it was a grown adult dressed up as a big baby with a giant diaper on and restrained in a high chair. it peeked you’re curiosity and eventually you caved in and started looking for more content like that. Soon enough you were checking out new post about abdl everyday and it started to really get you excited. Then you start gooning for hours on end jerking off to the idea of wearing a diaper just like the men you saw in all those post and wondering what it’d feel like. Once again your curiosity got to you and you went to a local store to buy some thin diapers that were almost like pull ups and even though it was on the thinner side it felt so amazing after pulling them up between your legs. That snug feeling of some padding between your thighs was everything you dreamt of. You managed to finally let go and wet it for the first time. The swelling up felt so natural, wet, and squishy. immediately you turn on your phone and start jerking off in your wet diaper gooning out to more content. Still this wasn’t enough for you. You finally had started looking for a dom or Daddy online to chat with. Soon enough you find a man who’s very interested in helping you explore your diaper fantasies. Your new Daddy was very dominant and strict. He knew just how to get in your head and make you feel little. You eventually started sending him pics of you in diaper with your face in them without really thinking about it cause he made you feel just so special. little to your knowledge he had been saving every single picture in a special file with your name on it. He insisted you partake in chastity and sent you a tiny cage that he immediately got you locked in. Your Daddy as well started getting large shipments of XL Diapers sent to you as well. Your closet was filled the brim at this point and your Daddy was only getting started. At this point you started to get a bit nervous about wearing the cage for super long and how thick these diapers were getting. You finally got the courage to talk to your Daddy about slowing things down a bit. This is when you found out he had all your pics saved, All your of your contacts, and he had no plans of letting you go. In Fact now you’re in chastity and thick’s diapers 24/7. You were so embarrassed with the idea of anyone finding out you were trapped in your daddies grasp now. eventually it became your normal. Just a Diaper Cuck with no way out and pissing away any manhood you had left in you.