Diapers & Comics

Dash is excited to have a night home alone, but it was never going to go the way he expected. I’ve posted a new chapter here https://www.patreon.com/posts/broth…..ws-xi-71207056 Here’s a short preview. With a reluctant, toddlerish grump, the husky put the laptop away and picked the TV remote up again. This was still his night in alone. He could embrace these lack of options as babyish choices made for him, and the more those confines set in, the more it excited and fuelled the desire to stick to them. He was locked in, by his own throbbing cage. He scrolled through rows and rows of cartoons indecisively, before it clicked what his instincts wanted; something pre-school, infantile, embarrassing. He could watch any number of episodes of some of the cooler, better written kids cartoons, or he could embrace the playpen life and watch something far more age appropriate for his setup. Then Dash found what he was looking for. While trying to pick and choose, he saw something called Shapes and Sizes - Let’s Sing the Alphabet!, and Chase’s comment while changing him caused a quick blush; he knew his numbers, it was time for the alphabet, even if the act of watching *this* was far too embarrassing to ever mention to his brother. Dash pressed play. After several seconds of bewilderment watching the screen, Dash feared he’d made a mistake, but he stuck to his goal and tried to keep the remote out of sight and mind. The 3D animation was sparse, at best, but he didn’t know if that was the standard due to infants not knowing better or if he’d just found some bottom of the barrel cheap nonsense. Either way, there were big shapes and little shapes (with the little shapes clearly identified by their big diapers), and the ones in diapers were about to learn all about the letter A. Dash blushed. He was in a diaper. This included him. He bounced down from the sofa onto the floor, enjoying the full cushion of his double diapers while he spilled his building blocks between his legs. Maybe this would get old fast, but he was aroused enough to commit to it.

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Dash and Chase are visiting their parents, and the younger brother has no intention of taking a break. I’ve posted a new chapter at https://www.patreon.com/posts/broth…..knows-55492621 Here’s a short preview “Did you go peepee?” his younger brother quizzed babyishly, a little louder than Dash would life. “Shut up, man,” he whispered back. “She could hear you.” Chase had been so quiet during the meal that Dash had felt bad, but if this was how he would otherwise act, then maybe his mopey silence was better. “Wow, someone is fussy this evening,” Chase tutted, quietly at least, before bellowing towards the kitchen. “Mom, how long more? I need my sugar!” ‘It’s cooling, Chase, relax.” Chase turned towards Dash and smiled widely. “Fear not! I have just the thing to keep fussiness at bay!” His paw dug deep into his shorts pocket, before he presented Dash’s pacifier in his palm. Dash felt his eyes grow wide. “What the fuck are you doing!?” “See? I was right, you are so fussy,” Chase whispered delightfully, “Open wide like a good boy.” “Absolutely not,” Dash said defiantly, his paws clutching the table edge. “She’s right over there!” Sure, their mother’s back was turned through the archway in another room, and had been since Dash returned to the table, but there was no guarantee either parent wouldn’t suddenly return to the table. “If you keep being fussy, then it’s an early bedtime too,” Chase warned. He poked his finger between the ring of the pacifier and pointed it towards his brother. “Not here, you can’t-“ “Try me.” Chase, as usual, was immovable, and as much as it pained him to think it, Dash knew the faster he accepted it and put it in his mouth, the sooner the risk would be over. He closed his eyes, and agreed to the nightmare, leaving his mouth open a little. “Hold it for 10 seconds, okay?” Chase asked sweetly, as if challenging a toddler, just as he placed the nipple between his brother’s teeth.

Your new life as a cuck means accepting your place in the hierarchy, and getting used to certain embarrassments. A new chapter is online for my patrons @ http://patreon.com/posts/28717366 Two diapers stared back out from the bag at him; one fresh, pink, and humiliating, and the other sweaty and half-flled with piss. Of these options, Steven genuinely considered just grabbing the wet one again, while trying to weigh up the consequences of which would be worse to be seen putting on. With heavy defeat, Steven picked up the fresh pink diaper with all of its humiliating, attention grabbing decorations. He knew a wet one would be too weird, but this… this was too much. He couldn’t put a pink one in front of someone else! Then a smarter play hit him. He didn’t need to put any diaper on right now. As long as he was wearing one getting home then he’d be fine! He could find any bathroom here or on the way back to do that part. With a nervous smile of relief, he stuffed it back in and grabbed his pants instead. But before he could awkwardly swing one leg inside while also trying to conceal his cage, he was busted. Audibly busted. “Wow!” he heard the other guy exclaim, who had enough of an angle to glance at the pink plastic while Steven tried to shuffle his damp skin into his clothes. “Look at what you’ve done to your dick!“

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If you’re camping and don’t have a bathroom, don’t be afraid to use a small krok~

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Just a quick kinky doodle. 🐶

I wonder how much of the pee in his diaper is his?

July’s Patreon piece. How many dogs does it take to change a diaper? For $5 Patreon subscribers, the third and final chapter in this story is now live. Consider supporting me @ www.patreon.com/Gordo Here’s a short preview for this one: “Let’s get this baby out of his dirty Huggies,” Axel laughed, flexing his fingers. “Nurse, have you got something fresh for him to wear? “Uhhh,” Riley hesitated while checking the diaper bag. “There’s three different diapers in here.” “All of them,” Axel responded immediately, “I want to see the big puppy waddle home.” Charlie squirmed silently, biting down on his pacifier. The thoughts of being imminently changed were starting to arouse him. Despite all of his fear, there was something deep rooted, baseline, about how exciting it was to be changed like this. Even if they were going to wrap three diapers around his butt. “Brace yourself, Riley,” Dante snorted, poking one finger at the first tape on the used diaper. Both Axel and Dante peeled away the tapes from either side, lifting the sticky diaper away from Charlie’s crotch. The labrador groaned involuntarily as his penis freed itself, and thickened. “Looks like the baby likes getting his diaper changed,” Axel laughed, though covering his muzzle while revealing the labradors dirty fur, “and he really needed it too…”

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