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Can a daddy do this to me?

Just a Little Longer

“Alright,” she said to herself.  “You can do this.”  However, she wasn’t very sure of herself while saying that.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, really.  For 23 years now, she had managed to make it to the bathroom on time without fail, give or take two or three of those early years that she couldn’t remember very well.  So why was it that she was so uncertain of herself now?

The answer was the very thick diaper between her legs.  She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure he had put her in at least two or three at once.  She could barely squeeze her legs together, and she didn’t walk so much as she waddled about.  It hadn’t even made sense to put pants on…she wagered she wouldn’t even be able to get them on over her diaper anyways.

Still, she had been given some very direct orders:  “Prove to me that you’re a big girl and that you don’t need these, and maybe your punishment will end sooner than later.”

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That would be fun!! I just wish there was a second part that Brian gets roomed with Jake and turned into his permanent baby

Gap Year

“Still, Mrs. Dean? But I’m 19 now,” Brian asked, frustration evident in his voice. He already knew the answer, but he had to ask.

“How long have you boys been friends now? I think you know by now that Tim’s situation isn’t going to be changing.” She fluffed out a large white diaper and laid it on the bed. “And neither are the rules.”

The diapers had grown larger over the years that Brian and Tim had been friends, but little else had changed, including the rule that both boys would be diapered for sleepovers. It had started as a way to make Tim feel better at their very first sleepover. Unfortunately for Brian, it had worked.

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Reblog If…

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.

Yes please!

Reblog if you want a message from a random follower pretending to be a text from a family member

I gotta’ say… that’s a damn interesting idea.

NOTE: This little story features forced mental regression, unethical behavior, and dubious consent, all of which are definitely NOT what people should do in real life. Please keep in mind that this is fantasy ONLY!

It's like I've always said. Half of life may be about finding your own success, but the other half is keeping other people from fighting over you while you do it.

Take Sheila and Carol, for instance. See 'em there? Yep, that's my wife on the right, and my secretary on the left. Or rather, that's who they were before things went south – before they started whining and fighting and griping about how I was spending too much time with the other. Which was entirely silly and illogical, of course. I mean, how is it my fault if two lovely women both want to be intimate with me at the same time?

I managed it for awhile, you know. For maybe a year it went on: keeping the wife happy with presents and vacations and a good fuck once or twice a week. Then heading to the office, where Carol was waiting with a flirty smile on her lips and a pair of damp panties just begging to be torn off. And yeah, I told her right at the start that I was married – but that didn't bother her one bit. "Forbidden fruit tastes fucking sweet, Jerry," she giggled… before parting her lips and practically gagging on my poised and ready cock.

But then… well, you know how it goes. Jealousy is a real bitch, and so were both of them by the time last Christmas came around. It was "why aren't you going to Cancun with me?" this, and "but you promised we'd take a cruise this holiday!" that. And honestly, after awhile I simply couldn't take it anymore.

Oh, don't bother asking how I did it. It wasn't me, really. It was a very special therapy and retraining center out in California – one that maybe isn't the most well-known, but that certainly knows how to get shit done. Sure, it did cost me half of last year's bonus to keep them there for the entire six-month regimen, and even more once you add the cost of the nursery remodeling and hiring those two maids to take care of them and all the clothes and diapers and formula they go through. But damn, if it wasn't worth it in the end!

Look at 'em now. See them playing so happy and sweet in their nursery? To see them crawling and babbling away now, you'd think they were best friends their entire lives! They play together, get fed together, take naps together… and yeah even get their diapers changed together. Heck, half the time I come to visit, I catch them humping each other like the horniest adult-sized babies you ever did see.

But what about you?, some folks might ask incredulously. What on earth could you possibly get out of having the two women in your life reduced to half-naked, drooling, oversized babies? What a silly question! Here, just watch and I'll show you why…

"Hey, sweeties! Come on, who wants a taste of Daddy's special ba-ba?"

See? Look at them staring at us! Watch how they come crawling and waddling over, dropping their pacifiers in their hurry! And just like that, look: they're ready to play, gaping and drooling, mindlessly begging me to fill their silly open mouths. And of course I will – like the good husband and boss and daddy I am. First one, and then the other, and then back again…

See what I mean? Now that everyone has learned to share, we're all just so much happier!

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cw: ab/dl, md/lb, humiliation,

"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..."

Living in Your Shame

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Let's be honest. You don't deserve big girl panties anymore. You don't even deserve pull-ups. You've pissed the bed four times already this week, and you've had two daytime accidents as well. We tried potty training, kiddo, and it just isn't working out for you. I think it's time we give up on it entirely and just put you back in diapers. I mean honestly, that's what you really want, isn't it? Why else would you so helplessly and pathetically fill your panties like a fucking toddler all the time? I mean come on, are you really that much of a baby? What, you just can't hold it anymore? Aww, poor baby just can't make it to the potty on time. Well, that's alright sweetie, that's why we're putting you back in diapers, so you never have to worry about making it on time again. You can just squat and fill your diapers wherever you are, no matter what you're doing. Sure, everyone around you will stare and probably even laugh, but you deserve that kind of humiliation for being such a pathetic fucking loser.

Aww, what's the matter, is baby gonna cry? Look at that, you can't even stop your tears from welling up. Go ahead, cry for Daddy, let's see those tears and your best widdle pout. Be a good girl for Daddy. 'Atta girl, go ahead and prove to Dada what a pathetic little shameful girl he's really dealing with here. God, there you go. You're really doing it, crying right away on request like an obedient little pet. You really are too far gone at this point. And now your cheeks are all red because I'm calling you out. Well good, you deserve to hear what a good little praise slut you are for Dada, always doing whatever you're told without question. No matter how much you fuss, I always know you'll give in because deep down, we both know this is what you really want. You need it. You crave it.

That's right, a grown woman like you craves being treated like a child. You should be ashamed of yourself. What would your family, friends, and colleagues think? Let's be honest, we know they'd all be ashamed of you. And why does that turn you on, knowing how deep the sense of shame goes? I think it's because you're even more perverted than Dada is. You get off to the shame and humiliation, and at this point, you just can't live without it. This is who you are now, and that's why we're going to grab all your big girl panties and cut them up with scissors before throwing them away. You won't be needing them ever again. From now on, it's diapers full-time, baby girl.