Can A Daddy Do This To Me?

Things changed fast under the Trump MAGA administration. All gay equal rights bills on the federal, state and local levels were rescinded overnight. Straight Men were encouraged to bully and harass faggots though government public service announcements on television. They even went so far as to suggest that Straight Men using faggots as slave labor, or any other type of slavery, would be treated with a "turned head" by the government. So there you were, in this guy's apartment having your face used as his footstool for his sweaty smelly socked feet, worn through several workouts. You were just buying a coffee at Starbucks when he came up to you and grabbed your arm and said come with me faggot. You knew what was now happening all over the country to faggots like you and you knew you had no recourse if he beat you up. You thought he probably could kill you and no one would do anything. So you ended up at his apartment, cleaning it at his command from top to bottom, then having your face used as his footstool for his stinking dirty workout socked feet. You just laid there quietly with their stink and heavy weight on your face, hoping that nothing worse would happen to you as the hours went by.

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In the quiet confines of my dimly lit apartment, I stood before the mirror, my reflection a distorted echo of the man I had become. The image staring back at me was not my own but that of Vaughn, my coworker, whose physique and life I had coveted with a burning envy.

The opportunity to enact my plan came unexpectedly one Friday evening after work. Vaughn was in the office gym, his usual post-work routine of lifting weights and showcasing his physique. I had prepared the serum in a small syringe hidden in my gym bag. As he finished his set and was stretching, I approached him with a friendly smile, holding a protein shake in one hand.

"Hey Vaughn, I made this new protein shake recipe. Want to try it out? I think you'll love the results," I offered, feigning camaraderie. He looked at me, a bit surprised but intrigued, and nodded. As he took the shake from my hand, I quickly moved behind him, pretending to adjust the weights. In one swift motion, I plunged the needle into the side of his neck, the serum entering his bloodstream before he could react.

Vaughn's eyes widened in shock, his hand reaching for his neck, but it was too late. The serum worked fast, his body beginning to tremble as I stepped back, watching the process unfold. "Sorry, Vaughn," I whispered, "but I need this more than you do."

His body started to deflate, the muscles losing their definition as if the air was being let out of a balloon. His skin sagged, becoming loose and pliable, his once proud physique collapsing in on itself. Within minutes, what stood before me was not the muscular, confident Vaughn, but a hollow shell of his former self, his skin now a suit ready to be worn.

With a mixture of awe and excitement, I approached the deflated form. Carefully, I began the process of donning his skin. I started with his feet, sliding my own into the empty space, feeling the warmth of his skin enveloping mine. I worked my way up, pulling the skin over my legs, feeling the strength of his muscles now mine as I adjusted them to fit perfectly. His torso was next, the sensation of his abs and chest wrapping around me was surreal, a perfect fit as if tailored for me.

As I reached his face, I paused, looking into the empty eyes of what was once Vaughn. "I had no idea what package you were hiding under those pants." I said to the empty shell, a smirk playing on my lips. I pulled the skin over my head, adjusting it around my features until I was looking through his eyes, feeling his beard on my chin.

Finally, I stood fully transformed, adjusting to the new muscles, the new face. "But now, it's mine. All of it. Your strength, your charm, and yes, even this body," I continued, speaking to my reflection as if he could hear me.

I ran my hands down the toned abs, feeling the power that now belonged to me. The thought of what I could do with this new identity was intoxicating. "Imagine the possibilities," I mused, my voice still adjusting to the deeper timbre of Vaughn's. "An account on TikTok? Nah, too mainstream. Instagram? Overdone. But an account on... Onlyfans?" A wicked grin spread across my stolen face.

The idea thrilled me. Vaughn had a following, built from his gym posts, his lifestyle shots, always tastefully done, always leaving people wanting more. But now, I could take it further, push the boundaries, explore the depths of this new persona. I'd document the journey, the transformation, the life I had stolen.

I felt a rush of excitement as I thought about the content I could create, the allure of this new skin I wore. "You would've never thought about doing this, Vaughn," I said, almost apologetically to the reflection. "But I will. I'll make this life something extraordinary, something that will make them all jealous."

In my new voice, with my new body, I began to plan. The mirror reflected my ambition, my new identity, and the life I was about to live. Vaughn was gone, and in his place stood someone new, someone ready to take the world by storm, one subscriber at a time.

And as I stepped away from the mirror, I felt no remorse, only anticipation for what was to come. "Welcome to your new life, Vaughn," I whispered, knowing full well that it was now mine.

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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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."

Helpless in diapers

The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t move.

And then he heard his boyfriend's voice.

“Does this feel familiar?” he taunted.

He tried to speak up, but all that escaped was drool and a garbled noise.

“Aww poor baby, you can’t speak, can you?” His boyfriend's voice was laced with sweetness. But he was feeling anything but sweet at this moment.

He had made a critical error in his thinking. Just the other night his boyfriend had asked him if he had any kinks and he’d said no, deciding now was not the time to reveal his diaper fetish. He was scared that he’d recoil, move backwards or even break up with him.

But it turns out he had asked him because he knew.  

he knew he wanted to be a helpless drooling baby. Wanted to become his plaything. Forced to sit in his bulging diaper until “daddy” came to change him.

“I guess you didn’t think I’d find out did you?” he sat on the bed next to him and patted the front of his bulging diaper. Strangely enough, he hadn’t remembered wetting it. But then he explained it to him.

“Last night I put a pill in your post workout shake. It reduces your body to that of an infant. No control over your legs, arms, anything really.” he continued to pat the front his heavy diaper as he tried to sit up, get any motion in his arms and legs. “The pill lasts 24 hours. And then all function returns. Oh and you can forget about bowel and bladder control.” he giggled.

“When I found out you wanted to be daddies helpless drooling baby, I decided to help you along for a bit. Now you can see what it’s really like.”

He tried to speak. Tried to tell him that this isn’t what he wanted. That it was only a game, a fetish. Something to do for fun. But he couldn’t speak, only drool escaped his mouth.

“Because you wanted this so badly, I put three pills in your drink, so that should give you about three days of fun baby time. Don’t worry, I know this weekend you wanted to hang out with the guys, but I know you’d much rather be doing this instead. So just lie there, I’ll bring you a new bottle every hour. Who knows.” he said grinning before shutting the door. “There might be another pill in there at the end of the weekend. I might want you to be my baby forever…”

The door shut and he gurgled some more. He was trapped…

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God, diaper humiliation is such a rush though…

“Just changed you x amount of time ago and you’re already wet again?”

“You’re such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.”

“You don’t have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.”

“Show Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re not dry. You never are for long.”

“No you’re not allowed to change. You’re just a baby. You’re not to be concerned about your little diapies. That’s Mommy’s/Daddy’s job.”

“Time for a diaper check baby. I don’t care if you didn’t go. You’re too little to be able to check on your own.”

“Go put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.”

“You’re so fucking wet and you love it don’t you?”

“Put some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you don’t forget what a little baby you are.”

“Piss yourself for me, like my little baby.”

“Tell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.”

“Mommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.”

“Oh you want to be sassy? There’s goes your opportunity for a change. That’s another hour for you. I don’t care if you leak.”

“Let’s see how much those can hold. I’m sure Mommy/Daddy’s little one can fill those up in no time.”

“No big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. “

“You’re not a baby? Why don’t you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.”

“Aww you leaked? That’s okie sweetheart that’s what happens to babies that can’t control when they potty.”

“You wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend you’re a big kid. Oh no, that’s not what you meant? I don’t care. Go. Now.”

“Go sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, don’t worry.”

“Go put on a diaper. I don’t trust you to keep those pants clean. You’re just a baby after all.”

“Aw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.”

“That diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.”

“Since you like to not do what you’re told so much, why don’t you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.”

“If you don’t want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?”

“I want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure you’re properly protected.”

“You can’t walk properly? Good. You can crawl.”

“You’re squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.”

“My baby had an accident? Aw aren’t you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?”

“Today is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.”

“Look at my baby trying to be all tough when you’re sitting there in a soaked diaper. You’re cute when you try to be all big.”

“It’s little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.”

“I said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.”

“I think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Don’t worry, your diapie will catch all your accidents”

“Yes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.”

“Are you trying to hide that you’re wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?”

“I know you’re wet. The question is, how wet?”

“Lay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.”

“I love my little potty prince/princess.”

“You look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?”

“Is my baby fussy? That’s get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you don’t get a choice.”