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A fun little caption concerning some of the more twisted ways to deal with chronic masturbation.

The pics used in this caption were originally created and published by ABDreams.com

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Juss chillin wiff my fwoggy in my diapy at daddy's! 🥰

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Baaaaaaaba! 🍼🍼🍼🍼

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I am in love with these diapers from @crinklycreations on Instagram 💜🍼✨ such perfect baby vibes

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Ellie sucked her thumb urgently, hopping from foot to foot with her plastic pants around her ankles while Rosie tried to remove her nappy for her. They’d tried removing the horrible things themselves, but it was impossible! Changing their own nappies wasn’t something they normally had to do. When they needed changies it was Daddy who did it, and when either of them needed to go number two, it was him who tugged their diapers down for them so they could sit on their little plastic potties. But still, it shouldn’t have been so hard!

Babies don’t change themselves. Something about that phrase echoed inside Ellie’s mind. She’d been wondering for a while whether there was something more to the tinkling baby music that played constantly in their nursery, if there might be hidden messages getting inside their heads, telling them how to behave. It was either that, or drugs in their bottles and baby food. Drugs to make them impressionable while Daddy told them how silly and stupid and babyish they were.

“Huwwy up, Wosie!” she lisped around her thumb. Her sister could be so slow and stupid sometimes!

No! Not her sister. She had to remember that. Rosie wasn’t her sister. They were friends who’d been travelling together when Daddy found them and took them home with him. And he wasn’t her Daddy either. She had to remember that too.

“Ewww!” Rosie whined once she finally got Ellie’s nappy off. “You did pee-pee!”

Ellie blushed. She didn’t remember doing that. But sure enough, her nappy was clearly soaked. It reeked of piss. How had she not noticed?! Was it more hypnotic conditioning, to make it so she couldn’t even tell when she needed a nappy change? All the more reason to get out of here now, before she ended up totally diaper dependent. She just prayed whatever Daddy had done to them wasn’t permanent. She wanted to be a proper adult again, not a grown woman who wasn’t even toilet trained!

Rosie wrinkled her nose and dropped Ellie’s yucky nappy to the floor.

“Okay, wet’s go,” Ellie whispered urgently.

“No!” Rosie squealed, far too loudly. “You hafta take my nappy off too!” She’d managed to tug her own nappy and plastic pants down to her mid-thighs, but that had only confused her more. Getting them back on would be easy – she’d just have to pull them back up! But what was the opposite of that? She didn’t know.

“Shhh! No time!” Ellie insisted. She didn’t really care if Rosie still had to wear her stupid nappy. “We gotta go now!”

Rosie spat her dummy out of her mouth to whine and complain, but at that moment they both heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside, and the door to their nursery opened.

“Naughty babies!” came Daddy’s voice, deep and stern. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Ellie felt her stomach drop, and Rosie whimpered.

“You do not take your nappies off. I think I know two little girls who just lost their potty privileges for the rest of the week.”

“No!” Ellie squealed.

“Yes, baby. You know what that means; you have to go poo-poo in your pants as well, not just pee-pee.”

“Daddy pwease!” Rosie mewled. “I’m sowwy!”

“I’m sure you are, sweetheart,” Daddy said, a little more softly, “but naughty girls who try to take off their nappies get punished, and that means demoting you to littler babies who make yucky messes in their pants.”

“But whyyyy!” Ellie whined. She’d tried to sound confident and demanding, but just as it had been for a while now, it was as though everything she said had to pass through some stupid babyish filter to make her words sound silly and petulant.

“Because Daddy said so, sweetheart.”

Ellie popped her thumb out of her mouth and stomped her foot angrily, making her plastic pants crinkle. “You not… You’re not our Daddy! You kidna… kidnappied… you stoled us! We big girls an’ you’ve been turning us into stupid babies!”

Rosie stared at Ellie in shock, and Ellie squirmed nervously on the spot. A part of her knew that she was an adult woman who’d been kidnapped, that she had to stand up to this man and try to escape him if she didn’t want to end up as an overgrown toddler for the rest of her life, but another part of her felt like a naughty little girl who’d just said something bad to her Dada.

There were a few moments of silence. Then Daddy said, “I think I know a little girl who needs a spanking.”

Ellie’s eyes went wide. Her lower lip trembled, and her thumb slipped back into her mouth. She wanted to scream that she was an adult woman, that he couldn’t just spank her like a naughty child, that he had to let her go right away unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life in prison. Instead she started peeing on the plastic mat.

“Silly baby,” Daddy chuckled, as a yucky puddle formed beneath her. Ellie just stood there, sucking her thumb fearfully. “This is exactly why that cute little butt of yours needs to be diapered 24/7. And what about you, sweetie?” he asked, turning to look at Rosie. “Are you a big girl who needs a sore, red bottom? Or are you just a baby?”

“I’m a baby, Daddy!” Rosie insisted desperately. “I’m a big dumb baby!” She pulled a silly face, as if to prove it, and hurriedly tugged her soggy nappy back up over her bottom, realising only then that she’d pissed in it.

“Good girl,” Daddy said gently. “You’ve still lost your potty privileges for being naughty, okay? And you can wear that icky wet nappy to bed tonight.”

“Yeth Daddy!” she squeaked, shoving her dummy back into her mouth and sucking on it fearfully. “Me sowwy!”

“That’s okay, sweetie. Daddy knows you try to be a good girl. Your sister’s the naughty one, isn’t she?”

Rosie nodded fervently, while Ellie looked on in horror.

“How would you like to be her big sister, Rosie?” Daddy asked, looking contemplative. “Maybe once your punishment is over, we can try pull-ups! Just for you. Your sister can stay in her yucky nappies, doing all her pee-pees and poo-poos in her pants because she’s just a big stinky baby. But you’ll get to use your little plastic potty like a big girl! And you can help me take care of your little sister, and tell me whenever she does anything naughty like take her nappy off and try to run away. Would you like that, sweetheart? Would you like to be Daddy’s little helper?”

“Yeth Daddy!” Rosie said eagerly. She was thrilled at the idea of getting to be the big sister. Ellie always ordered her around, but now she’d get to tell on her to Daddy whenever she was naughty!

Ellie could only stare in disbelief. Rosie was betraying her, announcing her intent to snitch on her if she ever tried to escape! Was it because of the hypnosis, or the drugs? Or was it just because she was so pathetic and desperate to be out of diapers that she was willing to throw her friend under the bus?

“Okay baby,” Daddy said, turning back to look at Ellie. “Time to turn that pretty tushy bright red.” He walked over to her, grabbed her by the arm, sat down, and pulled her over his knees. Then, while Rosie watched, he spanked her until she screamed and cried and promised to be a good little baby for the rest of her life.

She wouldn’t have much choice.

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His mom had lost all hope of ever finding a suitable girlfriend for him. “You will always just be put into the friend zone, sweetie, you know that, right? And it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He thought that was a harsh decision to make considering he was only 20. True, he’d had little success with girls; he was always too terrified to admit that he wanted to be a sissy in diapers. And his little clit could never please a pussy. Unbeknownst to him his mom had discovered his secret stash one day and gone about researching sissies and diaper addicts. No cure, was her determination. If he ever got married to a woman he’d be a sissy sneak, wearing the wife’s panties, going behind her back to parade around in diapers in public like a real impotent loser, getting his thrills from humiliation instead of the loving arms of a woman.

So this was mom’s solution. Confronting him with his desires and his equipment, pulling out his diapers and lingerie and dresses and then forcing him into them. “Listen to your mom now or mommy will put you over my knee and I assure you it’s going to be nothing like the stories you read. Your ass will scream.” She’d laid him down and put him into his Pampers, smirking as she toyed with his tiny worm. “Imagine a girl having to deal with this,” she said as she fondled it and got him hard. “This clit should never be near a pussy, sweetie. It should just make cummies in your diapers. I bet you like that don’t you? It’s your father’s fault you’re hung like this, god rest his soul. He was probably a diaper pansy too.” A few seconds later he was oozing his splooge into his diapers and whimpering as she taped him into his thick diaper. “Such cute diapers, can’t wait to find out where you ordered them from. You ready for a life in them?”

Next came the stockings and the dress and then the camera. “Okay, lift it up all innocently, baby. The perverts are going to love seeing you tease them like this.” Picture after picture she took with him in his diapers, showing them off, bending over, smiling, pouting. She put the pics and an ad up on every gay site she could find and then watched the responses roll in. Young doms looking for a diapered faggot, old masters looking to break in some fresh blood, all of them wanting to turn her son into a lisping, mincing, cocksucking diapered sissy faggot. It’s not exactly how she pictured life going for her son when she used to think about his future, but you make do with what you have. And her son was a diaper queer. Just what so many men desired.

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