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It should be the law that parents are not allowed to potty train their children until they are 18 and consent to it

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Miles opted to stay behind when his college roommate Eric was heading up to the store to help his mom. Miles was still with them for the week and hadn’t gotten much time with his roommates younger brother’s feet. Upon admitting his foot fetish to him and John seeming to relish the idea of lording over him with his feet as he did to him back in high school, Miles tried to make up any excuse he could to stay behind. Both Miles and Eric were video gaming when his bro came in the room after a brief run. Upon John telling him he wanted a turn at the game, Miles stayed behind while Eric briefly went to help his mom at the store. Once gone and Miles still sitting on the floor, John wrapped his feet around Mile’s neck, and pulled him back onto the floor. “Take my shoes off slave,” he ordered. John did, slipping each of the shoes off. Immediately, the smell of socks hit his face. Before Miles could react, both socked feet descended upon his face and he was ordered to smell. He took several deep inhales as he felt the bottom of feet wipe all over his nose. His nose pushed into the bottom of the younger bro’s toes as he took a big sniff of the sock odor. “Take ‘em off,” John ordered sitting back like a king. Miles did and his face was smothered under both bare feet. He breathed in, the smell of the bare feet getting him extremely hard. John smeared his feet all over his face before pressing the bottom of his toes on his nose and teasing,”Sniff it foot boy!” Miles breathed in the foot scent for several minutes before the 19yr old poked his toes into his mouth. He began licking between each toe and dragging his tongue up an down each barefoot. He continued pushing his tongue against the bottoms when the teen would bury his face under both feet. He sniffed and worshipped the teenager’s feet for 40 minutes before they heard the garage door open. “How much money do you have?,” John asked. “About 100 in my wallet,” Miles replied. “Give it to me. I’m getting my hair changed. Your price for worshipping my feet for the week.” Before he could respond, John stood up on either side of him and pushed his bare foot onto his Miles 🍆.  John began laughing and shaking it saying,”You love worshipping my feet don’t you?” Miles groaned out, toes clamping over the tip, he responded,”Yes master.”  “Good,” John replied, stepping full weight on his 🍆 and over. “Go get my money and be prepared to breathe and suck my toes later tonight.”

More of the same …but with my moose camo sleeper. 

Goodnight people! 😘💦 have a wet night!

My daddy makes me wear the thickest diapies

My big bro makes me wear thick plastic diapers, get big wet bulges, and hump my diapers until he tells me to cum! 🤤

James' heart pounded in his chest as he heard the doorbell ring. He glanced at his wife, Jessica, who wore a mischievous grin. "Remember, behave like a good little baby," she whispered, her voice dripping with seductive intent.

Jessica opened the door to reveal Jennifer, the 21-year-old babysitter they had hired for the night. She was a petite brunette with an innocent face, but her eyes held a glint of mischief that matched Jessica's.

"Hello, Jennifer," Jessica said, her voice taking on a motherly tone. "Thank you for coming on such short notice. Unfortunately little James here can’t be trusted to stay home alone."

Jennifer nodded, her eyes flicking to James, who was dressed in nothing but a diaper. His face burned with embarrassment, but his manhood stirred beneath the soft fabric.

"I understand," Jennifer said, her voice barely hiding a smirk. "I'll take good care of him."

Jessica leaned in, her lips brushing against Jennifer's ear. "He likes to be teased," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "And he has a bit of a... wetting problem."

Jennifer's eyes widened, but she nodded, understanding the game. Jessica gave her a knowing smile before turning to James. "Be good for Jennifer, baby," she said, her voice dripping with mock concern.

As Jessica left, James felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. He was alone with Jennifer, at her mercy. He could already feel the wetness spreading in his diaper, the humiliation and arousal mixing into a potent cocktail.

Jennifer led him to the nursery, her hand firm on his arm. "I could tell when I arrived you already need a fresh diaper, don’t you baby?” She pushed him onto the changing table, expertly unfastening the tapes of his soaking wet diaper and exposing his erect member.

“Someone's excited," Jennifer teased, her fingers brushing against his hard length. James moaned, his face burning with embarrassment. Jennifer chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy circles around his tip.

She cleaned him up, her touch gentle yet firm. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the drawer, she places it under his bum, liberally applying baby powder and securely fastening the tapes.

Jennifer admired her work and couldn’t help but notice how cute James looked in his babyish garment, it even said ‘Pampers’ along the front, just like a real baby diaper!

“Now, does baby want his bottle?" she asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence. James nodded, his face flushed with desire.

Jennifer prepared a bottle, her movements slow and deliberate. She sat down on the rocking chair, pulling James onto her lap. He took the bottle, his mouth closing around the nipple.

Jennifer's hand snaked into his diaper, her fingers wrapping around his hard length. James moaned, his body tensing as she began to stroke him. The sensation of her hand inside his diaper, the humiliation of being treated like a baby, it was all too much.

He came with a muffled groan, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Jennifer chuckled, her hand slowing to a stop. "Good baby," she cooed, her voice filled with satisfaction.

James lay in her arms, his body spent. He could feel his diaper growing heavy, the wetness spreading. He blushed, his heart pounding in his chest.

Jennifer stood up, carrying him to the crib. She laid him down, her fingers tucking him in. "Sleep tight, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

As James drifted off to sleep, he could hear Jessica returning. He could hear their whispers, their laughter. He knew they were talking about him, about his little... accident.

He blushed, his body tensing at the thought. He was embarrassed, yes, but he was also excited. He couldn't wait for the next time.

Jessica entered the nursery, her eyes softening as she looked at James. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You were a good baby tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with pride.

James blushed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had pleased her, and that was all that mattered. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning, James woke up to find Jennifer gone and Jessica standing over him. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair tousled from sleep. "Did you have a good night, baby?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement.

James blushed, his body tensing at the memory. He nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Jessica chuckled, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Good," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Because we're doing it again next weekend."

James' heart pounded in his chest, his body already tensing with anticipation. He knew he was in for another night of humiliation and pleasure. And he couldn't wait.

“Oh, and Jennifer mentioned she might even bring a friend this time”

The camera clicked, capturing the pathetic tableau: two boys, two former "loves" of mine, both reduced to diaper-clad playthings. Their gazes locked, not with affection, but with a dawning horror, their hands awkwardly exploring the soggy bulk between their legs. A shared humiliation, a bond forged in my twisted desires. It was almost too perfect.

They had both hidden their little secret from me, both presented me with a facade of normalcy. But beneath it all was a shared truth – they both loved diapers, and I could wield that against them. The betrayal had been my ammunition. The past relationships had been for this moment.

I'd brought them together, not for intimacy, but for punishment. One had the job of getting more. I gestured to the door, my gaze locking on one of them, the one who thought he was special. It was time for his public shame. He had one task, and that was to get my shopping, and do it in his little padded diaper.

The photo arrived, a silent testament to his desperation. The diaper peeking out from under his t-shirt, a secret made public, his humiliation on full display as he pushed a cart through the brightly lit aisles. They had both fallen. And now, they both belonged to me. I was no longer dealing with the facade, only the truth.