More Of The Same …but With My Moose Camo Sleeper. 

My room, once a refuge of teenage angst and digital distractions, was now a twisted cartoon, a candy-colored testament to my complete and utter defeat. My life, I could now see it all so clearly, had become a joke, a punchline that I was forced to endure, day after padded day. The layers of diapers, the softness between my legs, it was now my reality. It was my everything.

The door swung open, a burst of laughter filling the space, and there she was, my ex, Emily, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something akin to twisted affection. She had always been like this, making me feel so, so small.

“Ooooh, Jason, did you fall again?” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with mock concern. “I know how hard it is with those huge diapers! They’re so big and round that you just can’t stay on your feet!”

She approached, a predator in a human form, offering me a hand that I desperately needed. I knew, that I was just going to fail again, it was inevitable. I tried to move. I tried to get up. But it was impossible, I was being pulled back by the soft, padded chains that held me to the floor. She was right, I was like a Russian nesting doll. Unable to stay upright. I was going to fall again.

*"Here, let me help you." she said, as she pulled me up and made me stand by the wall. "There. Standing up again! Oh. Oh. Oh. Down we go again!" she laughed.

And down I went, a clumsy, diapered heap on the floor, and she broke, her laughter ringing through the room, a sharp yet strangely welcome sound. It had become almost comforting now, being laughed at. And that was the most depressing thing I knew.

*"Sorry, sorry for laughing," she said, wiping a tear from her eyes. "But it’s so cute how you wiggle those skinny arms trying to keep standing, only to fall down! I can't believe after four years with those giant diapers you still haven’t gotten used to it. You seem to have everything else here down pat, with your mummy and all!” She finished, laughing again.

I could only sit there, a pink bow perched ridiculously on my head, my mouth stuffed with a pacifier that offered no comfort. Then I looked down, the layers of diapers between my legs so overwhelming, I didn’t even know where to begin.

“Don’t worry, Jason, I’m only teasing,” she said softly, reaching out and patting my head. “It’s just…sometimes it’s so funny to watch. You look so cute in those diapers and ribbons. Do you remember how you use to hate it, and now? You’re just my big diaper boy?”

I stayed silent. Nothing to say. Then she smiled.

“Should I help you change that diaper?” she asked, her voice laced with an invitation I could not refuse, a challenge that had become my truth. “Or would you like to just lay there on the floor a bit longer?” she added.

I could only look at the floor. I would go with her, of course. She was always the one in control, and that wasn’t going to change. I just turned to face the wall, the way that I had come to accept my place. She would take it all from me. All of me. She won.

And that was my life now, a never ending cycle of padded humiliation and the knowledge that, somehow, I was actually enjoying this.

Diaper tips and tricks for going out

A lot of u have been asking for some tips when going out diaperd and here are my tips for the winter season. This story is from my morning yesterday before going out in the snow.

After waking up and having changed my overnight diaper, which was wet, I grabbed a fresh diaper, it’s important to have thick diapers that both hold a lot and that are comfortable. I use booster pads inside, usually I place them well over my private area and almost as far back as my butthole. Then I place another one further back in order to prevent leaks.

Plastic pants are great to contain smell, and leaks should those happen. I tend to put on a onesie or leggings on over in order to stay comfy and have something that keeps the diaper snug and in place. When going out, it’s important to put on something that will keep you dry on over, recommend some snow pants or similar…

Thereafter you can go out and enjoy the day without having to worry, I went just around the block, pushed out a pretty big mess, sat down and slid down the hill, it was so much fun and everything was contained inside. FYI. You can head yourselves in the comments, in the wool leggings, is it the front or the back of my crotch? Hint hint, it’s wet…

If my hot friend would do this to me I'd be happy

Twitter: @SirBertram1    Feeling your best friends Doc Marten boot weighing heavy on your chest as you looked up at him staring down at you. “And you’re going to be chill and not embarrass me in front of them anymore right?,” you hear him say as he shakes his foot on your chest. Half smiling but coming off as serious you reassure him that you’ll be cool and not embarrass him. He look’s down at you and is satisfied with your answer. “Good… now kiss my boot,” he responds lifting his boot up off your chest and hovering it just over your face.  You lift your face up and give his Doc Marten several kisses. He lowers his foot back to the floor and smirks down at you saying,”Since you did embarrass me today, I think you need to be punished by the feet.”  This has been a game you both have fallen into since you’ve known him. Your best friend having a bit of an alpha complex toward you and seem’s to get satisfaction in seeing you squirm under his stinky feet. You would plead with him at first when he’d start making you his foot slave, resisting his feet when he’d trying covering you with them. But over time grew to like the feeling of being under his feet, being his unspoken foot slave when he wanted. Your friend obviously picking up on this but still liked the little resistance you gave when he’d try and consume your face with them. Now him sitting on his bed with one boot on your shoulders keeping you down, he slipped off his other boot and sock. You grunted, turning your face from it. He lowered his bare foot down, up righting your face, so his whole under foot rested on top of it. “My feet have been baking inside my Doc’s for most of the day so the smell should be pretty bad. Right? Say you like it.”  You grunt and move your face against his sole as you inhale the hot stink of his bare foot. He get’s his other boot and sock off, now smothering you with both of them, rubbing their odor over your nose as you take deep inhales. “Say you like it,” he repeats, now making you sniff under his toes. You suck in a deep sniff and wheeze out,”Yes, I like it foot master.” Your friend continues making you inhale his feet for several more minutes,  before having you lick between each of his toes and dragging his soles across your tongue. 

You can cum in your diaper whenever you want, Daddy never stops you.

But every time you do...

🌧️ You lose a little bit of your continence. You'll need those diapers.

🙊 You lose one adult word from your vocabulary. Starting with "sex"

🍥 You lose independent thinking. you become dependent on Daddy.

Their little ones all respond differently to this new ... Condition:

🔐Some beg for chastity, As they lose more and more function, trying desperately to hold on to adulthood.

😵‍💫 Some are punished with orgasms, their caregivers make them more compliant with each spurt.

🫠 Some gladly seize the buzzy wand and melt their precious little brains.

What I Want

I want to be treated like a little boy.

I want you to help me pick out what to wear, and put on my clothes.

I want you to ask me if I have to potty, because little boys don’t always remember to stop when they’re playing.

I want you to ask me which superhero is on my underwear today, and wonder out loud whether they’ll have to fight the Evil Pee Monster.

I want you to check and make sure that my pants aren’t wet every so often.

I want you to gasp loudly and say, “uh-oh!” when you find I couldn’t stay dry.

I want you to take me by the hand to go change into something dryer, and more appropriate.

I want you to gently but firmly make me put on my pull-ups that you brought with against my protests.

I want you to reassure me that it’s ok to have accidents sometimes, that’s just what little boys do.

I want you to give me my paci to calm me down when I fuss about my new, thicker underwear.

I want you to help me take my pants off so you can check my pull-ups when we get home.

I want you to ask me when my pull-ups got wet ,and how, and why didn’t I say anything to you.

I want you to take me over your lap when I admit I didn’t even try to make it to the potty.

I want you to pull down my wet pull-ups and spank me while commenting on how disappointed you are that I don’t seem to care about not going pee pee in my pants.

I want you to hold me close, and gently rub my red bottom and tell me it’s ok while I cry softly into your chest.

I want you to stand up and tell me that it’s bedtime, and therefore diaper time.

I want you to drag me away while I protest that I don’t need diapers, and it’s still daylight outside.

I want you to ask me if I’ve already forgotten my sore bottom, since backtalk results in spankings.

I want you to lay me down on the diapers you laid out and powder and lotion my bottom.

I want you to tell me that I must be a very little boy indeed to still need diapers at my age.

I want you to ask me if I secretly wanted to be back in diapers when you see how turned on I’ve become.

I want you to tease me about my diapers getting wet during the night while you tape me securely into them.

I want you to give me my paci and cuddle me, and call me little one, and pat and rub my bottom while telling me that you don’t mind that I’m just a little boy, even when I’m naughty.

I want you to tell me that if I’m a good boy tonight and wet my diapers, maybe you’ll give me an extra special change only for really good boys in the morning.

I really am and do

thanks to League of Padding for this great pic and the “reblog if…” caption suggestion to go with it! you can submit your’s too, here.

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