Plleaseeee

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..."

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…

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“Aww he had an accident in his sleep. I’ll change him when he wakes up”

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But where are there diapers!?

This is the difference between a boy who’s accepted his reality and a boy who’s still holding out hope it’s a phase. It’s not. Accept yourself. Dress appropriately. Find yourself a real man and serve.

The smell of french fries hung heavy in the air, a cruel irony considering my current predicament. The cardboard box felt flimsy in my hands, a pathetic shield against the growing dread. I should have known better, should have resisted, but the lure of McDonald's, and the promises, and the deal, was too powerful.

“Alright guys,” I said, my voice a mix of resignation and rising panic. "The diaper & drive-thru was one thing but using this thing is so gross and…" My words trailed off, the reality of my situation crashing down. My hand flew to my face, a desperate attempt to hide, to disappear from the lens of that phone.

"Wait what??!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in a desperate plea. "Hey delete that photo you promised you wouldn't take pics!" It was too late, the click of the shutter was a brutal confirmation of my exposure. I was trapped, caught in the act, a diapered mess holding a box of fries. The day has just taken a turn for the worse. I had been had.