Chastity Boy

I laughed it off.

Then, I came home from my last day of work to find my bathroom had been “renovated”

“You can use the toilet again once it’s uncovered. Well, if you still remember how!”

“But I tried, I tried,” you cried while facing the corner.

“I don’t want to wear diapers anymore!” you pleaded but didn’t dare to turn around.

“I know you tried buddy, but these wet shorts and undies are of your making,” Daddy said in a calm tone.

Today you woke up dry. It was the third night in a row you woke up dry. It’s been months since you and Daddy started to engage in ABDL. At some point, you lose bladder control. Not fully, but you had very little control anymore. You wetted most nights and sometimes had day accidents. In this time you discovered how submissive you can be, and how dominant Daddy can be. You became his dependent boy, and he became your all-mighty Daddy. It’s not clear if you gave away all your adult privileges, or he took them away. But you had none.

“But Daddy, please no, I haven’t had an accident in three days,” you begged.

“I knew, and we tried potty training you, but I don’t think you’re ready,” he said.

Lately, you asked Daddy more than a few times to take a break from ABDL. You liked it of course, but you needed a break. You needed your adult clothes, phone, TV shows, friends, boxers briefs. You need to swear. You needed to fight with Daddy. Now when you are “arguing” with him, he calls it a tantrum and manhandles you straight to submission.

“But Daddy, I don’t need a night diaper during the day, please,” the tears kept rolling down your cheeks.

“Those aren’t night diapers my sweet boy, those are your normal diapers from now on. You proved to me you’re not yet ready to be potty trained,” he said as he rose your wet shorts and undies.

After you woke up dry, Daddy put out kiddy underwear for you, saying it’s time for his boy to show Daddy how he grew up to be a big boy. You were so happy that things were going your own way. At some point, Daddy even handed you a cup of orange juice. You were so excited to drink from a cup again, after months of bottle drinking at home. The orange juice had a metallic taste, maybe it was the end of the season you thought, and just drank it all.

An hour later, you wetted yourself in the middle of the living room. You wanted to be potty trained so badly and Daddy was on your side. Now you are facing the corner wearing a thick diaper.

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I want to slowly unpotty train you. I’d start by having you wear pull-ups at night beneath your jammies. You’d be so comfy, snuggled up beneath the covers with Daddy’s arms wrapped around you. I’d give you soft pats on your padded bottom and make you feel so at ease. I’d gently encourage you to wet them, after all, that’s what they’re for. And before too long you’d be wetting then every night.

I’d convince you to wear them during long car rides, just in case you fall asleep or can’t hold it quite long enough to make it to the potty on time. But then I’d make sure not to stop until after you’d had an accident. Then I’d gradually have you start wearing them more and more often during the day, like when we’re out shopping. I’d make sure to keep us busy so there’s no time for bathroom breaks. Besides, you don’t really want to use those nasty public bathrooms, do you? Using the protection under your pants is a much better option.

You’d be wearing pull-ups almost all the time. And most mornings, you’d wake up unsure whether or not you’d wet during your sleep. Until over time, more and more often you’d wake up with a leaky pull-up and soaking wet sheets beneath your bottom. I’d put you back in thick, crinkly diapers, because the pull-ups just aren’t enough to hold your accidents anymore.

You’d be in diapers every night and pull-ups during the day, until I pointed out how much you love your diapers. How safe and swaddled they make you feel. I’d tell you Daddy loves you in diapers too, and I’d start putting you in then during the day as well. You’d let little leaks out here and there until you barely noticed when you were wetting anymore.

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I want to slowly unpotty train you. I’d start by having you wear pull-ups at night beneath your jammies. You’d be so comfy, snuggled up beneath the covers with Daddy’s arms wrapped around you. I’d give you soft pats on your padded bottom and make you feel so at ease. I’d gently encourage you to wet them, after all, that’s what they’re for. And before too long you’d be wetting then every night.

I’d convince you to wear them during long car rides, just in case you fall asleep or can’t hold it quite long enough to make it to the potty on time. But then I’d make sure not to stop until after you’d had an accident. Then I’d gradually have you start wearing them more and more often during the day, like when we’re out shopping. I’d make sure to keep us busy so there’s no time for bathroom breaks. Besides, you don’t really want to use those nasty public bathrooms, do you? Using the protection under your pants is a much better option.

You’d be wearing pull-ups almost all the time. And most mornings, you’d wake up unsure whether or not you’d wet during your sleep. Until over time, more and more often you’d wake up with a leaky pull-up and soaking wet sheets beneath your bottom. I’d put you back in thick, crinkly diapers, because the pull-ups just aren’t enough to hold your accidents anymore.

You’d be in diapers every night and pull-ups during the day, until I pointed out how much you love your diapers. How safe and swaddled they make you feel. I’d tell you Daddy loves you in diapers too, and I’d start putting you in then during the day as well. You’d let little leaks out here and there until you barely noticed when you were wetting anymore.

Marcus wanted to have a different life, he wanted to become a young man humiliated daily. He made the vague wish and suddenly felt himself changing.

First he looses years and becomes younger.

Now 18 with a huge as, he knows he's morphed into some sort of sexy young nerd, his geek info overflowing in his mind. A good looking nerd? was that humiliating enough? But then another wave came over him.

His new body now sitting in an adult high chair, he was wearing a diaper and bib, Food being feed to him by his... is that his best friend. Food was all over his face as his wish for humiliation became more real as now he looked and felt like an 18 year old baby. He notices cameras everywhere.

Mark knew what he was. And yes the lowest of the low. He knew that without his mom telling him that while looking at the picture his master had sent her that morning.

You could be a straight guy. Marry a girl. That’s high on the list.

You could be straight and not get married. Little lower on the list.

You could be gay. Low on the list.

You could be gay but at least be manly, be a top. Be the fucker not the fuckee.

You could be the fuckee. Low on the list.

You could be a diaper faggot. Way, way, way low on the list.

You could be a diaper faggot with a master. Way, way, way, way, way low on the list.

You could be a diaper faggot…whose master was also a diaper faggot. Lowest of the low.

That was Mark. He was owned now, by Lawrence, a fellow diaper fag. But even Lawrence owned Mark. Imagine! Imagine a guy who pisses and shits in diapers still being stronger than you and still dominating you! Imagine how submissive and wimpy and pathetic you have to be to be slave to a diaper queer. That was Mark! STuck in his diapers, owned by a fellow fag who was just like him but oh so different.

The sun shines bright in your eyes as you rub them trying to remember where you are or how you got here. You don't recognize the house or the view of the vast forest. The last thing you remember is drinking at the bar just before closing, talking to the overly friendly bartender about your trip to Europe tomorrow.

As you get acclimated to your surroundings you realize your pants are missing. Placing your hands down where your boxers used to be you feel warm smooth plastic. You squeeze the front and quickly realize you are in a thick diaper. You quickly realize why it is warm. You've soaked it more than once. Disbelief causes you to freeze and stare at the bedside table next to you. More thick white diapers laid out.

You hear someone else in the room. As you look for the noise of someones footsteps behind you, you are caught off guard by a very hard smack to your ass. The blow is deadened by how thick your diaper is but the sound was amplified as you look up and see him with a smile on his face.

You instinctively start pulling down the diaper in an attempt to escape the damp padding but before you can even get both thumbs into the blue diaper tapes, a tall handsome guy grabs both of your wrists and pulls you closer to him.

He sits on the bed and manages to force you to sit on his lap. You are stunned with disbelief that a total stranger has taken advantage of you that you are like a deer in headlights. He grabs you tight around your waist with one hand and squeezes the front of your diaper with the other. You may not remember his name but you remember he was the bartender from last night.

All you can get out of your mouth is "Hey..." when he speaks over you and says.

"you are not going anywhere, you are in the middle of nowhere and nobody knows where you are and there are no phones. I am going to take care of you for a long long time and you will do what I say. Here are the rules of the cabin".

•You are wearing your new outfit. I burned all your clothes with your cellphone so get used to it. You're lucky I let you wear a T-shirt.

• You probably want out of that wet diaper. Tough shit. You stay diapered 24/7 and will use them and like it.

•I will dress and diaper you as I please. If you ask for a change, you will NOT get one plain and simple.

•Touching your diaper in ANY manner will get you a spanking you'll never forget.

• You will eat whatever i put in front of you and you WILL eat all of it, drink all of it, swallow all of it.

• You will be conditioned to want your diapers, need your diapers, crave your diapers.

•Being a good boy will get you rewarded with positive reinforcement like playing outside or going swimming.

• Refusal to wet your diapers will earn you a catheter tube. Refusal to mess will earn you an enema. So show me how much you don't want either of those.

• When you are downstairs you must crawl everywhere. Standing up when not told to will result in one of many methods of immobilizing your feet.

You never thought going to dinner at a friend’s house would lead to you having a nap on the floor, diapered, tired after a very long evening. Two of your very best friends, who are a couple, invited you for dinner. The food and mood were great, and you three had such a great time. You had to go to the bathroom at some point, which you knew was at the end of the hallway. You stood and said you were going to be back in a minute. The couple switched looks, which was weird. You walked by a room that was always closed, but now the door was semi-open. Curiosity overtook you, and you decided to hold your pee just for a bit longer. You knew both of them were very kinky, but they never seemed to be interested in sharing their kinks with you. You were very curious, but you never asked. But when you switched the light on, you saw how kinky they were. At first glance, the room looked like a child’s room, but it certainly wasn’t. Everything was much much bigger than normal. It was adult size. A large-thick diaper and shortalls were laid on the single bed with rails. Someone tapped your shoulder, you turned around and saw the couple in front of you, blocking your way. “Hey guys, you forgot to close your door. I remember seeing online a picture of a guy wearing a diaper and reading a bit about this fetish. Kinda humiliating but you guys do you. So which one is the baby? Haha” you asked smiling. “We are both daddies, and you are going to be our baby tonight.” one said sternly. Your smile turned to a frown. Both of them grabbed you and forced you to bend over the rails. You tried to protest, but two are stronger than one. A spank after a spank, first over your jeans, but eventually on your bare bottom. It was so humiliating, so degrading. You were getting spanked in front of the diaper you knew they were going to put you in. After the spanking stopped, they laid you on the bed, explaining how after knowing you for so long, they decided to treat you like the boy they knew you are. That you needed their care and guidance. You were so embarrassed because you knew they were right. They knew you better than anyone else. They knew that sometimes you can act like a child. They knew you needed structure. They knew you needed a firm hand. After you were diapered and dressed, it was all too much, and you began to cry. A pacifier came a minute later to calm you down, which made you feel more humiliated as you peed your diaper. An hour later, on the mattress, you were given crayons to draw for your new daddies. What could you do with crayons? You are an adult, not a baby! But you knew you had no chance, you didn’t want to go through another spanking. So you stayed there on the floor, exhausted, defeated, cried yourself to sleep while sucking a pacifier. Your new daddies saw you falling asleep on the floor, broken down. It made them so empowered, so dominant, so horny. They started to make out right there in the living room in front of you. This is their kink. This is their fetish. Having sex in front of defeated adult babies like you.

This was the strangest gift you had ever been sent. Five giant teddy bears delivered right to your door with no return address. Each had a good foot and a half or height on you. You knew it was some kind of big mistake, but the delivery guy said he was not taking them back without charging you and that you would need to call the main office in the mourning. You hauled them inside for now. It would have been bad if they got dirty or stolen before they could get to the rightful owner. It was surprisingly hard to drag them in. They were only fluff, but each must have been well over 300lbs. You were worn out by the end and decided to lay down and get a quick nap before lunch, but just as you laid down you heard a very cheerful voice.

“It’s not nap time little baby. Stay up and play with us!”

You turned over to see the red bear towering over you with a very happy look on the sewn on face. You froze in fear at the strange sight.

Red - I bet you’d love to go to the park and make a nice sandcastle. Come on guys we need need to get the baby ready for a walk to the park.

The other teddy bears popped awake and all seemed to close in around you.

White - What a great idea Red. All good little boys need sunshine and fun to be happy!

Panic set in and you tried to make a break from the strange bear only to be grabbed by the Black one.

Black - Hee hee! I think he likes the idea fellows. He’s ready to jump up and get started. All good little boys need lots of activities to be happy! We better get him all dressed up before we head out tho.

Black laid you back on the bed in surrounded by the circle of giant teddy bears.

Chocolate - Great thinking Black! We should need some super-duper cute baby boy clothes! All good little boys need lots of cute little clothes to be happy!

Chocolate bear placed a paw on your shorts, shirt, and shoes and suddenly they disappeared from sight. You tried you best to cover yourself. The Brown bear then pulled off your boxers and held them up.

Brown - Where on earth did you get these? These are only for big girls and boys. All good little boys need diapers to be happy!

Red - Right you are Brown. It also keep the carpets happy.

White - Hee hee. Good one Red!

You clamped your eyes shut as tight as you could. You had to be dreaming. Maybe someone drugged you or something. You’d just keep your eyes closed till they were gone. You still could hear them tho and you felt them holding you down in place.

Red - Black do you have the baby powder?

Black - Right here Red! Taking care of a baby sure is fun when we work together.

Chocolate - Make sure to get his bottom guys. Babies can get rashes very easily and they don’t like that one bit. I’ll help tape up his diaper.

White - I just hope he likes the cute little outfit I brought for him. Oh here is his paci too! Oh and these will keep him for wandering into trouble!

Brown - I bet he will love it Chocolate. You always pick the cutest things to make baby boys super happy! The mittens are super double duper cute!

Red - There we go guys. Now he’s all ready for some fun at the park. Look how sweet you look little prince!

You were picked up from the bed and you slowly opened your eyes. The Black teddy bear was holding you in front of the bathroom mirror by you armpits. You couldn’t believe you were looking at yourself. You had on a baby blue silk shirt with a Peter Pan collar and puff sleeves that was cover in little bears and was not nearly long enough to hide your new diapers that also had little bears printed on them. Tightly fasten in place we’re your mittens and pacifier. Around your waist was a giant pair of baby reigns will Red holding the lead.

Red - Great job Happiness Bears! I think our new little prince likes it!

White - Well then let’s get moving team! Park time!!

Chocolate - I hope the baby likes the teeter totter! Oh and the rocking horses! Oh and the big slide!

Brown - I’ll make sure to bring plenty of extra diapers and some bottles incase he needs them.

Black - Let’s make sure to have a super time with our new prince!

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The Text from Daddy

You wanted something different, but you didn’t imagine you’ll be humiliated like that.

You decided to take a trip to a kinky destination. You wanted to experience something different from your everyday life. After weeks of planing, finally, you arrived in Schöneberg, Berlin.  You got your room key, got in, then lay on the bed. Your mind wondered about the great time you were going to have.

Before midnight you got dressed and went out to a kinky bar you’ve heard about. You knew it was going to be different. 

As you got inside, you saw so many sexy manly men. Some of them dressed, some naked. Deep house was playing, few faint lights, the place was mostly dark. You went to the bar, and ask for a drink.  A gorgeous man came and stood next to you.

“Hey Süßer” he said in german.

“English?” you asked.

“You cute. Drink?” the man said and pointed at the bar.

You agreed. For the next thirty minutes, you drank and talked to him. He was nice, very manly, and very good looking. He had bad English, but you understood each other. Without really realizing, you drank a lot, more than you used to. It was so exciting. Sexy dark mood, with that sexy new foreign man.

“Toilet. ” you said as you walked away.

“I take you, wait. “ the man said, took your hand, and led. 

You two entered some kind of a private room, with just a visible table in it. You were drunk and had to piss real bad.

“Here’s not the toilet. “ you said.

“You cute, like little boy, like baby. “ the German said, as he suddenly put his hand under your armpits and lifted you up to the table. 

He pushed your upper body down and took off your pants. You thought you were going to get sucked right there. It was new for you, having sex in a bar, but it was why you came there. Within a minute, maybe more, maybe less, maybe it was the booze, but he lifted your ass, put you down, and taped something over you. You looked down and saw he taped a huge diaper on you. You were so dizzy.

“Good boy, suck. ” he said as he pushed a giant pacifier to your mouth.

You wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. You were too drunk, plus, you had to go so bad. You couldn’t hold it anymore, and you pissed yourself right there on the table. You pissed so much, the diaper got noticeably larger. He grabbed you and stood you up. Before you went outside, he put something on your head.

As you went out, flashing lights blinded you, people were taking pictures. The diaper was full and soggy, as you tried to pull it up.