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"Go wait upstairs for me baby, pull out a diaper and lay on the bed. Don't do anything else until I come upstairs."

My eyes follow my sweet baby boy until I can only hear his footsteps up the carpet stairs and the door shutting. I busy myself tidying up the mess we left from dinner, throwing out our trash, and putting our dishes in the sink. I can only do my best to hide my excitement at the thought of my brain-dead baby waiting upstairs for me.

Once I figured we were tidied enough I slowly and quietly make my way upstairs, hoping to find my baby misbehaving, any excuse for a punishment. We both find punishments fun, oddly enough. I push open the bedroom door to find a perfectly behaved, obediently waiting baby; diaper laid down and little legs crossed. "Good job baby, you did so well listening to my directions..." I cooed. He smiles stupidly up at me and I crawl across the bed and move to take his sweats and boxers off. He lifts his hips to help me and I pull his clothing all the way down, off his ankles so he lays bottomless in bed.

I pull apart the diaper, taking my time, but noting the excitement in his eyes as the plastic material crinkles in my hands. I adjust the tabs to ensure ease of use and start guiding the diaper toward his bottom. On reflex, he lifts his hips for me to place it beneath him and helps me situate it in the right spot. I push his hips back down, seeing him smile as the diaper crinkles beneath him.

Before I can even pull the padding up between his thighs he gets hard. I made quick work of securing his diaper, pulling the tabs tight to make sure he doesn't leak. He knows he won't get out of them until I decide he's ready to be changed tonight. Once secure, I pat his hip to let him know he can get up.

"You did such a good job baby. Can you sit up for Mommy?" He does as he's asked and I pull him toward me and make him face the full-length mirror beside the bed. "Look at you baby... what do you see?"

He hesitates and finds my eyes in the mirror and looks away quickly before saying "Me and Mommy..."

"That's a good boy... you know what else I see?"

"What?" His inquisitive eyes find mine in the mirror once more.

"I see a pathetic grown man who gets off on being put in diapers by a woman who's half his size. What would your friends think if they saw you like this?" I punctuate the question with a gentle smack on his bottom, just enough to create an audible diaper crinkle.

He lowers his head in dog-like submission and nods at me, diverting his eyes from my gaze.

"They'd make fun of you, wouldn't they baby? You pretend to be a big strong man but look at you now..." I take hold of his chin and make him look at himself in the mirror. "Look at you baby, so weak. You're calling me Mommy and wearing a diaper, all because I told you to."

He nods again, taking in his reflection in the mirror. He recognizes that if anyone caught him like this he wouldn't ever live it down. I reach around to the front of his diaper to feel him, still hard, enjoying the humiliation. I smirk at him in the mirror and he drops his head in submission once again.

"Now, do you want to play video games with Mommy? We can play our new favorite game together... how does that sound?"

He looks up and nods eagerly, a smile crossing his face with glassy eyes. "Can I put my pants back on Mommy..?" He asks hesitantly, already knowing my answer.

"No baby, I want you to sit in just your diaper and play the game with me so I can check you easily whenever I need to. Do you understand baby?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"Good boy, I'm going to get my things set up downstairs so we can play, are you going to be okay up here all by yourself?"

"Yes, Mommy..."

"That's my good boy. Go on, get ready to play. I'll be downstairs." I say as I move to get off the bed. I head to the door and close it behind me, trusting him to behave on his own. We both settle into our game together and after about 20 minutes I ask to take a quick break so I can run to the restroom.

"I have to pee too..." I hear him say quietly.

"Well you're lucky baby, do you know why?"

"Yes..." He hesitates to say, not wanting to use the word diaper.

"Why is that baby? Use your words." I press.

"Because I'm wearing a diaper..." He almost whispers.

"That's right baby, good job. You can go to the bathroom any time you want, aren't you lucky!"

I stand and head to the bathroom and on my way back I decide to check on my sweet baby. I make my way up the stairs to find him patiently waiting for me to return to our game, hands folded in his lap. As I walk into the room he looks up at me and smiles stupidly, eyes completely vacant. I cross to him and reach down to feel his diaper. It's wet and warm and almost completely soaked.

"Good job baby, you made such a mess in your diaper... come here." I pull him out of his chair and make him follow me to the bed and I crawl in, pulling him into my arms. "You did such a good job making a mess for Mommy, you know what would please Mommy even more?" I say as I start to pull off my shorts and panties under the blankets.

"What Mommy?"

"If you'd get on your hands and knees and eat Mommy out until she cums on your face baby... go on, do as your told..." He moves until he's settled between my thighs and puts his mouth to my already sensitive clit and starts lapping at it.

"Fuck baby, that feels so good... you're doing such a good job already... good boy..."

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Billy semi-hated his sisters new punk boyfriend. There was just the cocky attitude about him that he didn’t care for not to mention that he was only 5’10 and his sister’s boyfriend Luke was 6’4, always towering over him. The only thing Billy was drawn to was the 19 year old’s size 12’s and his foot smell. Every time Luke took his shoes off, the smell would fill the room. His sister had complained a couple times on it but Luke didn’t seem to take notice or change his behavior.  The three of them were in the den area with Jenny, Billy’s sister, coming in and out of the room to help their mom in the kitchen. Billy was originally on the couch watching some movie when Luke came in and sat down opposite of him. He had slipped off his shoes and after a short while, after Jen had exited the room, lifted his big bare feet up, and plopped them in his lap.  Billy could already smell them after the shoe were slipped off but it was now more apparent as they were right under his nose. Luke lifted one foot up, pushed it against Billy’s chest some, and said,”Hey, my feet are kinda tired. I need a foot massage.” The smell already getting him exited but he couldn’t blow his cover, responded,” Hell no, I’m not rubbing your rank feet.”  Luke grinned, easily lifting one foot up, and pressing it against Billy’s face. Billy watched the hulking foot press against his nose, pushing him back into the armrest as he heard Luke sarcastically say,”Awe, you mean this foot? Guess you want me to rub them in your face then since you don’t want to give them a massage.” Billy pushed the huge foot away but Luke quickly brought it back, lifting his other one up, pressing both against his face. Billy felt the pressure and his nose rub against the soles as his view was engulfed. He breathed in the baked foot smell of the HS senior as he felt the bare soles rub over his face. Billy grunted out and Luke responded,”How do my feet smell?” Billy managed to pull one of them down and croaked out,”Fucking stink.” He then saw his sister come back into the room and grab a chair. Billy tried to put up more of a fight against the huge feet as Luke wasn’t letting up. She looked over at Luke had said half teasing,”You know your feet stink and you’re going to make him sick right.”  He responded,”Hey, he didn’t want to give me a foot massage so he opted for this instead.”  Billy wrestled with them for several more minutes and managed to keep his feet down in his lap just as their mom popped her head in asking for Jenn to help her with their neighbor next door. Jenn looked over at Luke and said,”Give me like 15 or 20 min then we can go.”  She got up and followed her mom out as Billy slightly relaxed. Luke turned his attention back to him, quickly shoved his 12’s back into his face, and said,”Keep smelling.” The soles consumed his entire face, covering him in foot odor as he lay there letting the bottoms rub against his nose. Billy inhaled as Luke rubbed his toes against his nostrils. ”Yah, fucking like that don’t you? Like my foot smell all in your face.” Billy got momentarily scared and tried pushing one foot away, stammering,”I don’t…” Luke quieted him up by covering his face again. “Shut up. Anyone would have bolted from the couch by now but you’re just staying there taking it. You’re loving this.”  Luke rubbed his bare feet into Billy’s face more persistently waiting for confirmation. When he didn’t get one, he squeezed Billy’s nose with his toes, and asked again. “Yes,” Billy reluctantly answered. Luke laughed at him and moved one set of toes down, slightly pushing them in “Lick.” Billy did. He licked between the punks toes, tasting the saltiness of them. Luke continued teasing him for several more minutes till he ordered him to put his shoes on. As Billy did, Luke said,”Looks like I got myself a new slave.” Luke stood up and looked down at him and ordered,”Get down and kiss my feet good bye.”  Billy knelt down, replying ‘yes master’ , and gave each shoe a few kisses each. “Good slave boy. You’ll be worshipping them again soon.”

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🍼" You’re Too Little To… “🍼

” Aw, baby. You’re too little to use the grown-up potty. Sit on my lap, relax, and go potty in your diapee/pull-up. I’ll help you if you need it. “

” Do you need to go potty? Oh no, you’re too little to use the grown-up potty. I’ll take you to your little potty chair. “

” Let me cut your food up for you, sweetheart. You’re too little for such big bites. You could choke! “

” Here’s your bottle, baby… lay in my lap, you’re too little to drink it yourself. We don’t want it to spill on your clothes, do we? Let me hold it for you. Just put your hands on your tummy and relax~. “

” Uh-uh-uh! Those are adult clothes! You’re much too little for those! Let’s get you in a snug diaper/pull-up–after all, we don’t want you having an accident in big kid clothes~. Stains are hard to get out. We’ll find you more age-appropriate clothes too. “

” Uh-oh, did someone make piddles in their diaper/pull-up? Aw, don’t cry. You’re too little to know when you have to go potty. Let’s get you cleaned up. “

” Nap time, baby~. What’s that? You’re not sleepy? Don’t be silly, you’re too little to go without a nap, you’ll turn into a fussypants. “

” You know the rules; you hold my hand when we’re out. You’re too little to wander around by yourself. You stay by my side at all times. Or do I need to put you in a stroller? “

” Oh no, baby. The public bathrooms are for adults. You’re too little for those. Just go in your diapee/pull-up, and I’ll change you as soon as we get back to the car. “

” You’re too little to check yourself to see if you’re wet or messy. That’s my job~. And no, you can’t change yourself. “

” In the back seat, let me buckle you in nice and safely. Of course I’m using the child-locks. What’s that? You wanna sit in the front? Nuh-uh, you’re too little! “

” Oh, you silly baby! You’re too little to dress/undress yourself! Let me help you. “

” I bought you a nice, big playpen to put you in, so I can keep an eye on you. You’re too little to wander around the house without my supervision! You could get into things you’re not supposed to. “

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."

Awrrr…big bro is such a tease. 

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