/abdl/ - Adult Baby - Diaper Lover

We do already have a captions thread

>>84491

>OP requests all formats + stories

This just seems to be a general cuckold thread, not just captions

i really like these

This story is a classic. Planning on writing one for this thread too.

https://littleab.com/storys/cuckold.txt

Joey's New Life (Part 1)

I woke up, surprised to see my wife standing over the bed holding a folded diaper with a smile.

"Wake up, Joey. It's time to get you dressed for your day off." She handed him the diaper and a bottle of baby powder. "Go ahead and put on your diaper while I pick out your clothes."

I was surprised because she usually didn't seem so encouraging about letting me wear diapers. There was a stack of them in the closet, and although sometimes I would wear them to bed, she wasn't very participatory in my desire to wear diapers usually. She would make negative comments about them, pointing out that I was a "grown man in a diaper" and things of that nature.

Something was different today. Taping up my diaper, I was a little embarrassed at how she was treating me, but it was definitely exciting and a good way to start the day.

I guess she had something in mind. She picked out my pants and a shirt, telling me how cute I looked while I was putting my clothes on. I was really happy about the sudden change in attitude, but I couldn't help but wonder where this all was going.

"Would you like to go to the book store today? We haven't been out in a while. No one will notice your diaper as long as you are careful, but I think it will be kind of fun going out like this. And I know that you will be on your best behavior," she said with a smile.

"Sure." I didn't really know what else to say. I was really happy that she was saying all of these things.

"I'll even bring an extra diaper with me in my purse. Just in case. You never know."

"Ok, sure."

So we got in the car and drove to the local Barnes and Noble. We picked up some coffee on the way there, and she was in a really good mood. When we got to the book store, I really had to go to the bathroom, so I said that I would be right back, and she went to the area with the magazines.

When I went into the bathroom, I saw that the door could be locked from the inside, so I was pretty relieved that I could have the whole restroom to myself for a second. I had gotten really excited on the car ride and had to adjust myself a bit, so I opened my pants and pulled up my diaper a bit. The crinkling sound was really loud, and it seemed to echo through the whole bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I thought to myself that my diaper looked really cute on me. I pulled my pants down a little more and looked at my profile. I definitely looked like a big baby with my think, crinkly diapies on.

Just then, I was shocked to hear the toilet flush in the stall. Oh no, someone was in here! And there was no way they didn't hear my diaper. I rushed to pull up my pants, but it was too late. A young man walked out of the stall and did his best to suppress a grin. I could feel his eyes on the back of my padded butt as I pulled my pants up.

He calmly walked to the sink and washed his hands, and I went and took my place in the stall. I heard him chuckle as a pulled down my crinkly diaper, and soon the door opened and closed and he was gone. How embarrassing. I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed that someone else was in the room.

It took me a minute to collect myself. Once I was finished, I washed my hands and took a quick peek at my diaper again. I walked out of the restroom and went to the magazine area, but I didn't see my wife there. She must have gone to the bathroom as well, I figure. I sat down and flipped through some of the magazines for a while, but when she never showed up I started to wonder where she was.

I walked around the store a bit, and to my surprise, she was in the manga section talking to the guy that saw me in the bathroom. Not knowing what else to do, I walked up and meekly said hello.

"Oh, this is my husband, Joey. Joey, meet Charles. We got to talking in the magazines. He's an artist, and he was showing me some of his favorite manga." Charles looked at me and smiled with a knowing look in his eyes. I could already tell that they had a great chemistry together, and that she liked him and thought that he was cute. It was really unusual for her to strike up conversation with strangers.

"Hello Charles." I managed to say. I was almost shaking.

"Hello Joey, it's nice to meet you. Say, if you are interested, maybe you guys could come over to my house and watch a movie? I just got a copy of "Your Name", and I've heard that it is excellent."

My wife was really excited. "Oh that would be great. What do you think, Joey?" We had seen a trailer for the movie, and both really wanted to see it. It was an Anime movie about a young couple who switches places with each other, and it looked really cool.

What could I say? "Ok, sure."

We got in the car and drove to his place, following behind him. We didn't really say much, but we were both really excited. When we got inside his apartment, it was really comfortable. He made some tea and the two of them were talking up a storm. He told me I was welcome to check out his video game systems, and so I sat down on the floor and started playing some games on his NES classic while they had fun talking in the kitchen.

While I was playing Legend of Zelda, I could overhear their conversation as they started talking about me. At some point he must have brought up the fact that he noticed that I was diapered.

"So does he always wear diapers?"

"No, I just happened to put him in them this morning before we went out. He really likes it though."

"But he doesn't need them or anything?"

"No, it's just something that he likes to do."

"How do you feel about it?"

"It's ok. I think it's pretty cute, and it keeps him well-behaved."

"That's cool. I've heard about people that are into that kind of thing. I think it's really cool that you are going along with it, really."

Wow. It was really something to hear my wife and this guy talking about my diaper-wearing like I was her kid or something. I couldn't really do anything about it though, this was definitely happening and I was just kind of along for the ride.

Eventually, they came into the living room and she sat down on the couch right behind where I was sitting and kind of patted me on the head and asked how I was doing. Charles asked if it was ok for him to turn off the Nintendo and put on the movie, and asked if I needed anything. I felt really comfortable, but it was kind of humiliating how he was talking to me like I was a kid.

I didn't really mind too much though. I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I came back they were on the couch together with the lights off. I sat back on the floor and Charles turned the movie on.

The movie was really good, but I was really distracted by the fact that my wife and Charles were holding hands and cuddling throughout the movie.

I was incredibly excited in my diaper and found myself just kind of squirming and adjusting my seating just to stay comfortable. At some point, about halfway through the movie, they just started making out. It was pretty amazing. I tried to pay attention to the story, but the sounds that they were making were extremely distracting. She was kissing him very deeply, with a passion that I had not been kissed with myself in some time.

Eventually, she kind of got on top of him and he had his hands all over her while they were making out with abandon. She started to touch the front of his pants and had to keep herself from just diving in between his legs head-first. She caught herself and they calmed down a bit, and she laid her head on his lap while we finished watching the movie.

After the movie was finished, Charles put the Nintendo back on and told me to be good while he and my wife went into his bed room for a minute. I tried to play, but was really distracted because I could hear her going down on him very loudly. She was smacking her lips and licking him, and he was really enjoying it. This went on for a while, and eventually there was silence for about ten minutes.

I started to crawl toward the bedroom door, and then all the sudden it opened up.

"Hey there Joey! Are you all done with the Nintendo?" Charles was at the door. My wife was laying face down on the bed wearing just her underwear. "Why don't you crawl into the room here with us. Take off your shoes and socks, get comfortable." I did as I was told. I crawled into his bedroom and he told me to pull my pants off. He looked at the front of my diaper. "I just wanted to make sure that you didn't need a diaper change. You look pretty dry though. Also, I figured you'd feel a little more comfortable like that. Am I right?"

"Yes sir."

"Ok. I asked your wife if it was ok with her that I let you in here while we made love. I didn't feel comfortable making love to her without both of your blessing. Are you ok with that?

I wasn't really in any position to argue. "Yes sir."

I sat there on the floor and watched them loudly make love for nearly an hour. After they were done, they kissed and cuddled for a while and massaged each other while I crawled around the room and sucked on my thumb.

"Next time we'll bring your pacifier. Sorry I forgot it, baby." My wife said, once she noticed that I was sucking my thumb.

They kissed and said goodbye, and he told me that I could put my pants and socks and shoes back on. She looked really happy, and Charles was really nice about everything. They kissed and said goodbye, and exchanged phone numbers. We drove back home, and she was texting him the whole time.

That night, I laid down with her and she treated me like I was little while she told me all about the fun she had with her new friend. I was glad to see her so happy, and I went to sleep feeling good and wondering about what would happen in the days to come. What a lucky boy I am!

Planning to write another chapter to this. Any comments or suggestions are welcome.

>>85299

Looking good so far.

Joey's New Life (Part 2) by Cottontailboy

"Wake up baby. It's time to get dressed." My wife woke me up pretty early today, it must have been about seven in the morning. Had it been a week already? Ever since we met her new friend Charles at Barnes and Nobles last month, we've been getting together with him every Monday, and it's become my designated "diaper day." I usually have off Sundays and Mondays, and I guess he works most of the week as well, so it seems to be the day that we all decided on. She was really eager to get over there today, because this was definitely the earliest that we had gotten up together in a while. I guess he was pretty eager as well.

The night after we first went over to hang out at his place, she was happier than I had seen her in a long time. That whole week they texted non-stop, and although I wasn't allowed to look at her phone, she told me all about it. They had a lot in common. They were both really talented artists and both spoke multiple languages, English, French, and German. They were both really interested in the environment and in healthy living. At night they would talk on the phone during the week, sometimes in French so that I couldn't understand what they were saying. She would giggle and coo on the phone with him in ways that were really exciting. Before she would call him up, I had to put on my diaper.

It seemed that she really got into the power play aspect of treating me like this now that she has a new boyfriend to talk to. There were rules to be enforced as well. While I'm diapered I'm not allowed to kiss her with my tongue or rub myself on her, like at all. I can kiss her on the cheeks, snuggle and cuddle, and if she chooses to sometimes she will kiss me lightly on the lips. Since she talks to him on the phone almost every night, and my diapers are to stay on once I'm allowed to wear them, that means that much of our relationship is reduced to this status.

I have to go to bed when she designates my bedtime while I'm wearing diapers as well. I thought that this would be a problem, but really I have been enjoying it. Of course, I am absolutely not allowed to touch the front of my diapers except briefly if I need to adjust or something, and even that is highly scrutinized and questioned. She has been enjoying constantly reminding me that, although I am the man in the relationship and that she respects me for my work and accomplishments, ultimately I have no rights and must do what she says. Honestly, I'm very content with that situation as long as I am allowed to wear my diapers around her. It's worth it to me, and it's great to see her so happy all of the time. It makes me happy as well.

In the weeks since our first encounter, our days with Charles have been a lot of fun. I'm not allowed on the couch with them in the living room unless I am explicitly told to come up and cuddle, and I have to crawl around on the floor once we get in the front door, no matter what. My socks and shoes come off as soon as the door closes, and sometimes Charles tells me to "go ahead and take your pants off, so we know in case you have an accident."

In the bedroom, I am forbidden to enter unless I am asked to come in. They spend a lot of time in there with the door closed fooling around, and a lot of times I can hear what they are doing. Even if I am asked to enter the bedroom, I cannot go in there unless my pants are off and my pacifier is in my mouth. I am forbidden to speak unless they ask me a question, if I need to go to the bathroom, or if I need more juice in my ba-ba. Sometimes I will lay on the floor in my diaper in there while they are having their fun together, and it is tough to fight the urge to touch myself. Sometimes I will accidentally just release into my diaper because it is just too exciting. I don't think that they have noticed, but I'm not really sure. They will let me change my diaper sometimes if I have been in the same one for a while, so maybe they just both assume that this is happening.

After they fool around, they both like to tease me about how much I am enjoying watching them. Sometimes my wife will cuddle with me and feed me my bottle while Charles gives her a back massage or makes out with her. It's kind of scary sometimes feeling him so close to her and not being able to do anything about it, but it is really exciting for me as well.

So after I got dressed, it was time to head out. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a dress, which was kind of unusual for her. She patted my behind and asked me if I was comfy, and I said yeah. She packed a bottle for me with some apple juice in her purse, along with a pacifier and some diapers. I was getting used to our little Monday excursions, but it was kind of a surprise to be up so early. I guess she just couldn't wait.

We got to the apartments and Charles was waiting outside on his front porch. He was looking right at her beautiful body as she got out of the car. "Hey beautiful." He put his arms around her and gave her a full kiss on the lips, and they locked mouths passionately for almost a minute while he had his hands all over her back. It was pretty embarrassing to have him doing this to her outside in broad daylight, but I just kind of stood there for a minute. "Hey diaperbutt, how are you?" He said with a smile.

"I'm fine. It's nice to see you." I said, returning the smile. He opened the door for me, and as I walked in he patted me on my diapered butt, making a very loud crinkling sound. Before he even closed the door, I started taking off my shoes and socks.

"You might as well take your pants off already, Joey. I don't want to find out that you had an accident by you leaking on my carpet. We're going to have to keep an eye on those diapers since you're here so early." Although I hadn't used my diapers at his house, he would still tease me about it as if I was really a baby, which was alright with me. "Why don't you come with me in the living room, I have something to show you." When we got in there, I couldn't believe my eyes. He had bought a playpen, like one of those hundred dollar baby playpens they have at Wal-Mart, and it was assembled in his living room with a little mobile with Care Bears on it. In the playpen was a blankie, some stuffed animals, and some toys (a rattle, toy keys, and other baby things) along with some baby books. On the TV was some kind of baby channel with cartoons on.

"Ok, I got it all ready for you. Now be a good boy and crawl in the playpen while we discuss some grown up things." Charles put the pacifier in my mouth and patted me on my diapered butt. I sat there, watching the cartoons for a while.

I actually started to enjoy playing with the baby toys, and I just kind of tripped out on the sensation of helplessness while they talked for a while in the kitchen over coffee. After a while they came back into the living room and started making out on the couch, and this time she had no problem going down on him in front of me. In fact, it was like she was showing off. I watched every second while she completely emptied him out into her mouth, and after the fell asleep on the couch together for a nap I dozed off myself for a bit.

When I woke up, there were some other people over, some friends of Charles. I guess they knew what the situation was.

"Oh look, the baby is awake. Hey there Joey, meet Brandon and Jessi. They are going to be your babysitters for the day while we go on our date." Charles told me this while giving them instructions about how long I was allowed to play Nintendo, when I was supposed to take naps, and when to feed me.

Apparently I wasn't allowed to leave my playpen unless I had asked permission to use the bathroom, and a usual, I wasn't allowed to walk around the house, only crawl. "Don't worry, you won't have to change any diapers. He changes himself."

"Be good, baby. We'll be back in a little bit." My wife gave me a kiss on the forehead and handed me my bottle. "Be good for Brandon! It's very nice of him to come and watch to make sure you don't get into any trouble." My wife walked out the door with Charles, hand in hand. He kissed him full on the lips as they were walking out the door.

I could only assume that wherever they were going they would be acting like that in public. Here I was sitting in Charles apartment in a playpen while he was out with my wife on the town. They would be holding hands, kissing in public, and having a great time while I was here sitting in diapers and drinking from a bottle.

Brandon and Jessi were pretty cool though, and they just kind of hung out and played video games with me until it was time for lunch. They made some pasta for me and we laughed watching some old cartoons. They even let me crawl around on the floor for a little bit, which was nice since I needed to stretch my legs after being cooped up in the playpen for a few hours.

When my wife and Charles got back, they were in a really great mood. She thanked Brandon and Jessi for being so sweet, and they left not soon after. My wife took off her dress and her and Charles made love on the couch for a while, and I couldn't do much but crawl around and drink from my bottle. She just couldn't get enough of him, she practically had to keep herself from going down on him again to give him enough time to make love to her. She just really wanted him inside of her no matter what,

After a littl while of them getting it on, she put on one of Charles' tshirts and cleaned up the house a bit while Charles took a shower. He had to go to the gym to work out for a bit, and she cuddled with me on the couch while he was gone and watched some cartoons with me. When he came back home they went into the bedroom again, and this time they didn't come back out until it was dark. I faded in and out of naps, but I would wake up hearing them yelling each others names and saying that they loved each other, which really excited me for some reason. After they were done, it was really late, and it was time to go home.

"Sorry you didn't get to come in the room today, diaperbutt! I guess we were having so much fun in there that we kind of forgot to invite you. Hope that you had a good time in our playpen." Charles was sincere when he said that last part.

"Thank you so much for getting me that playpen, and the toys, and the books. I had such a good time today, sir. I'm so glad that you guys had such a good day too."

And with that, he smiled at me and kissed my wife. We went back home and had a good nights sleep after so much excitement. It was a great day.

Hope that you all are enjoying this. Working on the next chapter, hopefully tonight.

Working on the chapter 3 right now. Open to requests/suggestions for what will happen to Baby Joey next.

>>85358

Maybe reduced toilet privileges and/or full chastity.

Done and done! Next part coming shortly.

Joey's New Life (Part 3) by Cottontailboy

So it's been a few months now since my wife met her new boyfriend. That's waht she's calling hi now, her "boyfriend". At first I was surprised at how much she liked him, and I have to admit that I have been pretty shocked at how quickly she started escalating things with him sexually. I realize now that she had a lot of pent-up feelings that she just couldn't act out with me, and that we needed someone else in our relationship for her to feel comfortable enough to just let herself start feeling the way that she used to feel with me when we were first together. It has been a humbling experience to say the least.

On the plus side, however, she has grown much more affectionate toward me in the meantime. We used to go days at a time with her being sweet to me followed by periods of sadness or moroseness on her part, but now those days are gone. She still makes me breakfast and lunch before I go in to work, and texts with me while I am there. But now she has a sense of empowerment and control in our relationship. I find myself in a position where I cannot really argue or disagree about too much because my role has been mostly reduced to that of being completely dependent on her for affection. I don't get jealous of the situation because the kindness and sweet nature of her feelings for Charles are very sincere, and she manages to maintain her sweet nature to me throughout the week. Maybe it is because she feels sorry for me in my reduced role, but I wouldn't trade our old dynamic for this for anything.

I do sometimes miss being able to get physical with her the way that we used to, but those days have been long gone for some time now. Any sexual thrill that I get from our relationship is acted out vicariously through her realtionship with Charles, and in me she has a confidant and trusted friend that anchors her new relationship in a way that enables her to engage it as an activity of pure pleasure and enjoyment. A lot of our nights now are spent with me diapered and playing video games or reading on the internet while she texts with her boyfriend. She likes to ask me questions about how I feel about certain things that happened, and has been much more open with talking to me about her sexual desires since our new arrangement.

One thing that she does like me to do now is kiss and massage her feet while she is texting with her boyfriend. Also, at night, she hugs me like a teddy bear and pats my bottom. She likes to hold me and call me "baby," and sometimes I can tell she is thinking about Charles being there. Although I get really excited, I'm not allowed to respond romantically so much as just be her little cuddle bear, but it is still very fulfilling overall. I'm definitely happy with this turn of events.

One thing that was hard to get over was that I have pretty much accepted that I will never feel her going down on me ever again. The baby powder and constant diaper wearing pretty much ensures that. She used to do that for me a lot, and she was really good at it, but it had been a while since she had done that anyway. She absolutely loved going down on Charles though, so I would get a kind of vicarous thrill by watching them, which thankfully I was still allowed to do. Once I accepted that it was just something that I wouldn’t get to do any more, it was easy to adjust to my new role. I was in a constant state of excitement, and occasionally it would just burst loose in my diaper, so my satisfaction wasn’t really in any jeopardy overall.

I also missed being able to fool around with her and make out, but once again that was something that was just reduced to a vicarious thrill for me now. Once I adjusted to not being able to climb up on top of her or rub myself on her, it actually added an additional excitement to every interaction. Just holding hands or laying on her lap became immensely exciting. I was settling in very comfortably into the role of being just her sweet diapered baby boy. It required me to listen a lot more, and once I put my ego out of the way I found that we were actually both a lot happier without me having to play the role of the man in the relationship.

In general, going over to Charles’ place has been a very comforting thing for us both. Something kind of major happened last week actually that kind of changed things a bit. Things have definitely felt different since then, at least. When we got to his apartment, he had made a big pot of coffee, and we sat around his kitchen (me on the floor, them in chairs) and talked for a little bit about things that might be fun to do together. They were talking about maybe taking me to the aquarium, because my wife had bought a very discreet but still kawaii diaper bag that she was excited about carrying around in publlc to kind of embarass me a bit. I was really thirsty, so I finished my coffee quickly. Vanessa popped my pacifier in my mouth and smiled as she started kissing Charles in his chair.

The two of them got really excited and absconded to the bedroom, and before Charles closed the door he said “Hey diaperbutt, you can finish off that coffee if you want. I don’t think that we are going to have any more. There’s a coloring book in your playpen if you get bored. You can take off your pants and put them on the table. And once you get in the playpen, I don’t want you getting out, understood?”

“Yesh siw.” I replied, sucking on my paci. He shut the door and I could hear them start making out against the wall. At this point, that had become a pretty familiar sound. I figured I would make myself comfortable, and after finishing off the coffee, I crawled into the living room to see what he had gotten for me today. It was a Care Bears coloring book, and a full pack of crayons! I kind of wanted to play Nintendo, but I didn’t want to get in trouble. There were some baby cartoons on the TV, and the music was very calming.

I colored for a while, and I could hear them really going at it in the next room. The bed was shaking and their breathing was really heavy, and she kept saying his name and moaning. “I love you Charles. You feel so good!” Eventually the loud sounds of the two of them in the other room kind of lulled me to sleep. When I woke up, they were still in the bedroom, and I really needed to use the bathroom. I got up and crawled over to the bathroom door, and the sound of me flushing the toilet attracted their attention. I heard them getting up in the bedroom, so I crawled back over into the playpen and sat there for a minute until Charles and my wife came back out.

“Hey baby! How is it going in here?” My wife said this with a sing-song tone.

“I’m doing weawy good. I cowored a few of the pages in the book.” I was starting to get used to talking with a pacifier in my mouth.

“Oh that’s very nice, Joey.” She smiled at me and patted me on the head, ruffling my hair a little.

Charles chimed in. “I thought I told you not to get out of the playpen.”

“I’m sowwy siw, I had to gow to the bafroom. I didn want to intewupt you.”

“Hm.” I was sitting on the floor cross-legged in front of them. He got up and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he pulled out a key and locked it. “There’s baby powder all over the seat.” He sighed. “You are no longer allowed to go in there unless I give you permission, understood?”

“Yesh siw. I’m sowy.” My wife looked at me and giggled. My voice sounded funny through my pacifier. It was embarassing, but also very exciting to be infantilized like that. Now, the thing about it was that even after going, I already needed to go again. To my horror, I noticed a little wet spot on the front of my diaper where you could see the color strip changing a little bit. Was I really leaking that bad? I was definitely nervous from being scolded like that in front of my wife. I didn’t want to ask to go back in there right away, so I just kept quiet.

Charles went and turned on the Nintendo. “Hey, since you’ve been such a good sport, I figured I should let you play a little NES.” He went and sat on the couch with my wife and started stroking her hair. “Come sit here with us. I want to watch you play for a bit.” I got on the couch, nervous that they would notice the little wet spot on the front of my diaper. They were way more focused on each other though. While I played Super Mario Bros 2, he talked to me for a bit about old video games and movies, and I had a pretty good conversation with him even though I had to repeat myself a few times. It was a little embarassing also because my wife was groping him the whole time. “Hey, why do you always play as the Princess?”

“I wike huh cause she can fwoat. It makes it easier to get past some of the twicky jumps.”

“Ha ha ok. That’s cool. You should play as the little mushroom guy. He kind of looks like he’s wearing a diaper.” He started laughing, and my wife started laughing as well. I smiled, because it was kind of funny. I picked Toad for the next level, and played for a little until I ran out of lives. “Hey, you’re pretty good. I can never get past the desert level on that one.”

“Oh, you should see him play Tetris, he’s really good at it.” She got excited when she said this and started to put her arms around me.

“Ok, let’s see.” Charles got up and plugged in the second controller. “I’m pretty good too.” We started playing, and for a second I was excited because I thought that she was going to watch the game. Instead, she got down on her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. I was doing really well, I got 7 tetrises in the first round, and Charles was very impressed. She pulled his underwear down and took him into her mouth right in front of me. I was a little distracted to say the least. Even though she was hungrily sucking on him next to me, I still stayed in the game and did really well. He gave up and started to thrust into her mouth, and not long after I piled up too many pieces. I had to go so bad that I just went ahead and wet my diaper right there on the couch. I audibly sighed with relief and got off of the couch so that I wouldn’t wet it.

After she brought him to completion, he laughed when he saw my saggy and noticably wet diaper as I was crawling away. “Looks like Joey had an accident!” He exclaimed.

“Joey! I can’t believe you. I’m so sorry, Charles.” She was mortified.

“No it’s ok. I’ll change him. Hand me one of those diapers.” She went to her diaper bag and handed him a fresh one, along with the bottle of powder. “Now lay down on the floor.” I did as he instructed. My wife looked at me with embarassment, covering her mouth as she laughed a little. He went to the room and came back with a changing mat and some wipes, setting them down on the ground. He unfolded the mat and instructed me to lay down on it. As he untaped me diaper, he laughed and commented at how excited I was. “You sure do like watching us don’t you?”

I looked over at my wife, who was watching with amusment as her boyfriend changed my diaper in front of her. He was surprisingly sweet about it, and careful to make sure that I was comfortable. He applied a ton of powder to me, and then pulled a fresh diaper up and around me and taped me shut again. I just sat there, sucking my pacifier and staring at my wife while she watched us. She seemed as perplexed and amazed as I was.

“Now, here’s the deal. You have lost your toilet privileges for this house. If you have to go number 2, you can ask politely and I will unlock the door for you, and wait outside until you are done. But you better be careful and not get baby powder all over my seat. If you have to wet, you are just going to have to go right there in your diaper. That is the rule from now on. You have to ask me for a diaper change immediately, even if we are in the bedroom. You just have to knock on the door. And you can only wet your diaper on the floor or in your playpen. Understood?”

“Yesh siw. I’m sowy.”

“It’s ok, it’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Now get on your hands and knees.” I crawled up and got on my hands and knees, and he gave me a pretty strong spanking. I started crying right there in front of both of them, mostly because I was really embarassed. “Now take your pacifier out, get your pants on, we’re going to go to the aquarium. If you are good, I’ll get you some ice cream.”

We went to the aquarium and it was a lot of fun. I didn’t have to wet, thankfully, although my wife had her diaper bag ready just in case. She held his hand the whole time we were walking around, and sometimes they would make discreet comments asking if I “needed anything.” That night, his friends Brandon and Jessi came over again to babysit me while the two of them went out for a date. Ever since then, I’ve lost my bathroom priveliges while we are at Charles’ place.

So that’s the update for this time around. I’ve got to get ready for bed though, and I can’t disobey my orders. Tomorrow is Monday again, and I can only imagine what they have planned for me this time.

Sorry for the typos, I wrote this one kind of in a hurry. I hope that you all are enjoying this series as much as I am. I'd definitely like to hear more feedback or suggestions from anyone reading this.

Working on Part 4. Any requests?

>>85444

Maybe add in a chastity cage/a plug? Slowly emasculate him further while he remains optimistic about his life, not realizing how truly cucked he is.

As far as the devices, I don't want to put in any elements that aren't babyish, because I feel like that kind of kills the vibe. But as far as the second part, that sounds good for sure.

Joey’s New Life (Part 4) by Cottontailboy

So, here I am, sitting in the car with a big crinkly diaper on under my clothes, driving my wife to see her boyfriend. We’re going over a little later than usual today, it’s already almost noon. She said that he had something special planned for me today. The reality of the situation is really starting to settle in. This relationship of hers with Charles has become a huge part of our life at this point, at the expense of a lot of things that we used to enjoy together. Instead of wanting to go to the park with me, now she wants Charles to be there. She talks about him all the time. Occasionally, we will have a night where they don’t talk on the phone, but it is pretty rare.

On the plus side, I get to wear diapers a lot. Almost every night, and all day on my days off. We started going over on there Sundays while he is at work. She sets me up in the playpen and does his housework all day, washing dishes and clothes for him and cleaning the place top to bottom until he comes home. It’s actually really relaxing to listen to her sing while she cleans his house, and it definitely adds to the humiliation that she has started making me do most of our chores at the house. I like waking up early to sit in the playpen and watch her do chores and stuff though.

She doesn’t like me using the diapers at home, because she is worried about it getting on the sheets. I kind of enjoy the freedom and humiliation of being expected to use me diapers at Charles’ place. He’s the only person who changes my diapers though, on his insistance. When the babysitters come over for her and Charles to go on dates, I still have to change my own diapers. Since I’m not allowed to go to the bathroom for wetting, I still do that when Brandon and Jessi are at the house. It’s not to hard for them to notice though, so they unlock the bathroom for me to change pretty quickly.

The idea of asking for permission to use the bathroom for non-wetting use has been really off-putting for me, so I’ve mostly just tried to hold it in when he is around. I guess now is as good as any of a time to mention that I made a big mistake in that regard yesterday. While they were in the bedroom making love, I held it in too long and had an accident in my diaper. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I started crying and I just crawled around the floor waiting for them to come out, trying not to make it worse. When they came out of the room, I was laying on my back on the floor just bawling my eyes out, and all I could say was “I’m sho showwy Chawles. I ‘m sho showwy!”

He just laughed and told me to go change myself in the bathroom. He knew exactly what had happened because of the smell when he walked in. My wife just looked completely disgusted with me. I crawled into the bathroom hugging a clean diaper she handed me and cleaned up. I felt really embarassed. When I came out of the bathroom they were both really nice about it. I guess they felt bad because I was crying so much. “We’ll have to figure something out” was all he said about it.

“Oh good you’re here!” Charles was sitting in a chair on his porch when we drove up. “I’ve made some changes in the apartment. I think you’ll like it, Joey. Come here, beautiful.” He held my wife by her hips and started kissing her. She sat on his lap and they made out for a while and I just stood there. We walk inside and I take off my shoes, socks, and pants, and get down on my hands and knees. They both lead me to the living room, and the first thing I noticed was a couple stacks of super-thick diapers on the floor. “Ok, you better put on one of these on immediately.” I went and taped it up over my diaper, and with my diaper on underneath it was so thick that I couldn’t have even walked normally wearing it if I tried. “I ordered these for you last week, before you had your little accident. I’m glad I did.” Next , I notice that there is an air purifier in the room near my playpen. “Now check this out.”

He walked over to the closet area and opened the door. “This is your changing room, Joey. From now on, you are going to do all of your own diaper changing here. I think that is the best course of action after what happened last night.” There was a platic mat on the ground, and a rubber changing table on the floor with a disposable pad on top. Next to that is an open, full pack of baby wipes, a diaper pail, some baby powder, and another air purifier. There was a little light bulb in the room with a chain to pull it off and on. It was probably just barely big enough for me to change my diapers in. “From now on, the bathroom is completely off limits to you. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“You are going to use your diapers full-time when you are in my apartment. We will keep several bottles of juice for you in the room. You can feel free to walk around if you like, but if we let you in the bedroom you are still only allowed to crawl. You are not allowed to fill your own bottles though, or use the refrigerator.”

“Yes sir.”

“It’s ok, I was tired of you getting baby powder all over my bathroom. Now you have your own little changing room, and you can use your diaper whenever you want. And there are plenty of diapers, so there is no excuse for you to not change yourself IMMEDIATELY as soon as you use your diaper. I had fun changing you before, but I think that this arrangement will work out much better for us all.”

“Now what do you say, Joey?” My wife asked me sternly.

“Thank you sir. I’m sorry about yesterday.” As I stood up to go look in the changing room a little closer, I had a hard time walking straight and I had to kind of waddle with my legs a little further apart and my bottom sticking out. “And thank you for the diapers, they are very comfy. This is so generous of you. I really appreciate everything that you have done for me.”

“That’s good to hear.” He replied sternly to me, but with a pleased tone. “I’m glad you like your new diapers. I thought that they might be appropriate for your… situation. I’m glad that you like your new arrangement as well. Now here is part two: Brandon and Jessi are moving to another apartment complex, and that leaves us without a babysitter for you. However, your wife and I think that you are a good enough boy to be here on your own. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes sir.”

“I don’t want you messing with my stuff when I’m not around though. The video games are off-limits when I’m not home from now on. You’ll have to be content with your baby toys, the baby tv shows I pick for you, and your coloring books. I put a parental lock on the tv so it’s impossible for you to change the channel once I have it set. If I find out that you have been messing with any of my stuff, I’m going to seriously reconsider letting you come over at all. Understood?”

“Yes sir. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Ok, now let’s get that pacifier in your mouth.”

I pulled out my pacifier and started sucking on it immediately. “Yesh shiw.”

“Now come into the bedroom with us. And bring your toys.” They went into the bedroom, and left the door open for me to crawl in. I made my way in there and was surprised to see how many of her clothes were hanging up in his closet. She must have brought over a bunch of them without me noticing. Or maybe she’s been hanging out with him while I am at work sometimes. That was more likely, actually. She must have spent a lot of time with her clothes off in this room. There was a large shower room in the master bathroom connected to his bedroom.

I sat on the floor in the bedroom while they got undressed and went into the shower together. While I sat there in my super-thick double diapers, they started doing all kind of stuff together. I watched as he pressed her against the glass divider on the shower and made love to her from behind, her face pressed against the glass. She watched me sitting there helplessly as he thrusted into her, her face caught in an expression of pure pleasure. I could see him reaching around from behind to cup her breasts, and each movement brought her deeper and deeper pleasure. She started to scream and moan, loudly saying his name and exploding in pleasure multiple times.

She came so many times for him that I completely lost count. She took him into her mouth in the shower and brought him to completion, and afterwards they toweled off and laid down on the bed. He went and watched TV for a little while in the living room and she called me over to his bed, where I massaged and kissed her feet for nearly an hour.

After a while, they got dressed and went out for dinner. “We’ll bring you back something good. Don’t wait up though!” She laughed as they walked out the front door hand-in-hand. As I heard the door lock, I felt a sinking feeling when I realized that this was my life now. Still, I had my diapers, and I was starting to have a lot of fun coloring and playing with my baby toys. Sometimes I would cry a little bit when they were gone too long, but it was really excting when they came back home. I was starting to completely lose track of how my life used to be, and after a few more weeks of this I couldn’t imagine how I ever managed to live any differently.

Not sure where to go with this next. Any suggestions?

Has anyone here actually ever been cuckolded while wearing a diaper? It's probably my biggest fantasy, but seems really difficult to actually make it happen.

>>85546

Personally I'm a bit fan of feminisation. Get him in some girly clothes.

>>85556

I have and from past experience it is hot in the bedroom but really awkward in public and what not.

>>85566

Ok, wow! That's really interesting. I'd love to know more.

What was it like in the bedroom? I assume you were there for the actual act and everything… how were you treated while it was happening? Did you get to watch the whole time? How did he treat you?

What was it like in public? Did you all hang out together much before? Or after? Did you try to hang out as friends, or were you in kind of a baby position? Was it awkward just for you, or for all three of you?

Wow, really want to know more about this! Also: are you and your partner still together? And are you still friends with the person?

>>85563

Ok, I will incorporate that into the final chapter. Working on the conclusion tonight, hopefully will have it up soon.

>>85655

Well the tlder when the first time it happen it was someone she knew from college and we all got really drunk and we where gonna have a threesome . I forgot why but i had to leave the room and when i came back they where already going had it and i stood there just rubbing myself through all of it. She notice, we talked about it after. Our sex life wasn't as much as she wanted so we wanted to explore more. She met someone on FetLife and they pretty much went out. I don't know if they did anything when i wasn't there so as far as i know i was there for everything. It was weird to watch someone you love have sex and looks like they enjoy it more then when you guys did. I got to sit in a chair and watch most of the time.i was involved a few timest. I was always diapered when us three where together (part of our agreement). I was always hard as a rock when they fucked but didn't want to "ruin" the moment by jacking off in the corner so when they where finished id usually just walk out and go sit on the couch till they came out. He was super nice didn't know the abdl scene so he always asked questions about it. use to call me sport and pat my butt when i walked by use to make me blush super hard.He tried to be my friend play video games and what not with me.He tried to be alpha around me and would check/change me tell me what to do but not often. In public it was hard to explain to mutual friends we where split up but still very close friends and why i was with her and her new bf always. I think it was awkward just for me it was weird to be beta when i was alpha for so long it was new to me but i enjoyed it. No we are not together anymore and i still have his discord but we haven't talked in awhile.

>>85662

Wow, that's really hot. Too bad you guys couldn't make it work out though, that sounds like a perfect scenario. I'd love to try this out. The part where you are just still around but there are a couple sounds perfect. I guess he liked showing off. Would you recommend it to others?

>>85662

The part where she is enjoying him way more than she enjoyed you is the thing that would turn me on the most. And then playing video games and being bro with him after is super humiliating, but awesome as well. I envy you, man! You completely lived out my ultimate fantasy.

>>85665

Would i recommend it? If you enjoy being humiliated and belittled then yeah sure live your life. I don't think we ended because of it but i can tell you it didn't help.

>>85668

I very much enjoy being humiliated and belittled! I don't know why, but at this point in my life it's more exciting/satisfying than anything else I can think of. Maybe it's a coping mechanism, but if I had been in your situation I would have done everything I could to keep it going as a trio. Maybe that's easier said than done. Human nature and all that. Thank you for sharing your story.

Ok, here's the final chapter.

Joey’s New Life (Part 5 – Conclusion) by Cottontailboy

It’s hard to believe that it has been a whole year now since my wife met her partner. A couple months ago, after he got his promotion at work, he told her that he was getting a house, and asked if we wanted to move in with him. We talked about it for a while, and I couldn’t think of any reason not to at the point that we were at in our relationship. Our physical, romantic life was pretty much non-existent, and all she could think about was spending time with him, so I figured we’d take the next logical step and just all move in together.

I wasn’t allowed to have any of my own things any more, since we were moving into his place. She sold all of my grown up stuff, and I lost my car privileges, as well as having to quit my job. I had started to have trouble not leaking and had been wearing diapers to work anyway. It got really difficult one I realized that he was picking her up from the house while I was at work, and the embarassment was causing me to be constantly aroused and wetting myself, so I had no choice. I was diapered 24/7 even before the move.

Daddy got me my own room, with a crib for me to sleep in and Care Bears decorations all over the walls. They lock it from the outside when they want me to be quiet and behave, but they can hear me on the baby monitor, which is hooked up all through the house. They have a two-way monitor hooked up in their room, and they like to turn it on at night while they are making love. That way I can hear them in my crib while I am locked in the room. They usually turn down the volume so that they can’t hear me when they are getting intimate, but mine is locked at full volume, so I always hear what is happening in their bedroom wether I want to or not. I often wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of their lovemaking. She likes to go down on him super loud right next to the microphone to remind me how much she likes going down on him.

I live as their baby all day and night now. I still have to change my own diapers, and I have a cute little washroom all to myself (no toilet, obviously). The door is locked when they go to bed or if they are busy working on something important so that I don’t bother them. I’m so proud of my wife, she works with him on artwork and they have made a really popular cartoon series together. When they go to conventions and things like that I get the house to myself, and she will call me at night before bed to make sure I am ok.

When he is away at work she cuddles with me and tells me stories, and I get to hold her and kiss her cheeks and tummy. He doesn’t mind because he knows that I am basically just an adult baby now. They have total control over what I eat and drink, and there are always fresh bottles for me and plenty of stacks of fresh diapers. I even have a tv in my room. It has parental lock on it though, and I can only get baby tv shows, which I have grown to love. I spend a lot of time coloring. They even hang up my crayon drawings and colored pages up in the room and on the fridge.

They keep all of my grown-up clothes in a closet outside of my room, and will pick out things for me to wear that keep my diapers sort of discreet. In my crib-room, I have mostly frilly girly shirts to wear so that I am reminded that there is only one real man in the house. The only boy shirts I get to wear have ultra-cute images on them, and they are all very short and expose my diaper fully. Sometimes they make me wear a frilly pink bonnet, usually on the weekends. I’m glad that I get to wear diapers all the time. It’s the first time I’ve ever really felt like myself since I’ve been a grown-up. I’m so grateful to Daddy for taking care of me and my wife, and giving me the life I’ve always wanted. She is so happy with him too. I really couldn’t ask for a better life.

>>85669

I think since it was new for all 3 of us it got complicated. Also i do have trends where i want to be alpha but cant being a cuck so.

>>85671

I can understand that, but if I could choose I would just give up the alpha traits and give in to being the baby if the situation was right. Probably can't work that way because of how people are wired (like, eventually I'd be left out of the picture), but I guess that's what fantasies are for.

>>85672

I think that's what kinda happen to me in the end. He treated me better then she did haha

>>85673

I'd be ok with that as long as I could hang out in diapers all the time.

>>85723

>that third pic

Damn that’s the kind of dark permanent shit that I love.

>>85741

Yeah, that one is absolutely perfect. Except I wish the diaper was bigger.

>>85722

the shading on that second pic makes it like the women have pee'd themselves to

>>85779

>I would actually get bored after a while, and go hang in the other room

Whoa, I can't imagine.I'd want to just kind of crawl around and let things take their course… I'd be totally enraptured.

>>85855

Stuff like that is why part of the fantasy for me would be her having a regular boyfriend, not a series of different guys. It would have to be a guy that we both got along with, but that was her romantic partner who didn't mind me hanging out in diapers. I guess that's a tall order.

>>85876

It's just different without your partners or at least one of them being emotionally involved with you or something along those lines you kinda just become the third soggy butt wheel. And it could become boring for some.

>>85877

My fantasy would be that I could be like their baby, like a true "ABDL cuckold" she would love me like her baby boy and he would be cool about me being around and maybe kind of daddy or big-bro like. The idea of her being sexually satisfied by him while she is still emotionally affectionate towards me would be the ideal goal. And if they wanted private time I could just go sit in my diaper somewhere, but after that we could all hang out and maybe she'd be affectionate toward me in a mommyish kind of way. That's what I would want at least.

>>85878

I feel you sounds like the ultimate life.

>>85876

Regular boyfriend (or boyfriends) definitely helps. My wife eventually settled with 3-4 guys who fit her criteria. The most important thing, besides being a good fuck, is just that they're drama-free and aren't looking for a relationship. Harder to find than you'd think.

>>85878

Not personally an AB, but I understand the fantasy… essentially a poly relationship with a dom GF & BF. My wife and I are "romantically monogamous" so the guys she hooks up with are really just for a good fuck. It's all about the humiliation for me and the slutty escapades for her.

>>86001

cuck

>>86001

He got you dude might as well leave now

Ive started to kinda become an exibitionist and my daddy has finally let me start showing off my diaper with or without it so i figured i would stat showing off to you guys whether you want to show off is up to you diaper or not im fine with erp or rp too im really excited to make my daddy proud and show off to everyone at 530 216 6260 (im comfotable handing my number out so feel free to share me with friends)

>>86301

Does he take pics of you in your diaper? I bet he'd be happy for you to show them off here.

>>86348

I saw their profile on BDSMLR that they'd switched roles, and I wish that I could find more from them. Do they have any updates anywhere? The latest I've seen from her/them is BDSMLR.

>>86348

Diaper sub or not she was worth following. Always had good content.

Is she dead anon?

>>86446

She's still alive and tumblr-ing. Unfortunately there's almost no diaper content from her anymore.

>>86454

Does she have a new tumblr? Her old one is deactivated as far as I can tell.

>>86474

Tumblr is being a pain. I can view like the preview on the side of the screen, and scroll through her posts. But if I actually try to go to her page, it says, "This Tumblr may contain

sensitive media." and has a link to go to the dashboard. All this while logged in. But I'm very excited to see she's still posting.

>>86478

Yeah it's the same for me. Doesn't let you view the archive or search by tag or KW anymore either.

>>86478

>>86481

You can still view tumblr pages that are deemed NSFW. Something I've found though is because you view it on your dashboard and tumblr became inept at its one job, it broke the search bar and tags. So if you click on a # link that the page provides on its own, it will come up with no results found.

>>86478

I know it's not a perfect solution but if you download the mobile app you can access explicit accounts

Don't you love how Tumblr gets rid of a lot of posts to eliminate sexual post, yet there are plenty of dick, tits and pussy still ALL OVER Tumblr. I at least wish that that NSFW tags still worked.

nice

>>86442

What's her BSDMLR?

Gonna post the Joey's New Life story again with spelling errors corrected. Hope nobody minds.

PART ONE

I woke up, surprised to see my wife standing over the bed holding a folded diaper with a smile.

"Wake up, Joey. It's time to get you dressed for your day off." She handed him the diaper and a bottle of baby powder. "Go ahead and put on your diaper while I pick out your clothes."

I was surprised because she usually didn't seem so encouraging about letting me wear diapers. There was a stack of them in the closet, and although sometimes I would wear them to bed, she wasn't very participatory in my desire to wear diapers usually. She would make negative comments about them, pointing out that I was a "grown man in a diaper" and things of that nature.

Something was different today. Taping up my diaper, I was a little embarrassed at how she was treating me, but it was definitely exciting and a good way to start the day.

I guess she had something in mind. She picked out my pants and a shirt, telling me how cute I looked while I was putting my clothes on. I was really happy about the sudden change in attitude, but I couldn't help but wonder where this all was going.

"Would you like to go to the book store today? We haven't been out in a while. No one will notice your diaper as long as you are careful, but I think it will be kind of fun going out like this. And I know that you will be on your best behavior," she said with a smile.

"Sure." I didn't really know what else to say. I was really happy that she was saying all of these things.

"I'll even bring an extra diaper with me in my purse. Just in case. You never know."

"Ok, sure."

So we got in the car and drove to the local Barnes and Noble. We picked up some coffee on the way there, and she was in a really good mood. When we got to the book store, I really had to go to the bathroom, so I said that I would be right back, and she went to the area with the magazines.

When I went into the bathroom, I saw that the door could be locked from the inside, so I was pretty relieved that I could have the whole restroom to myself for a second. I had gotten really excited on the car ride and had to adjust myself a bit, so I opened my pants and pulled up my diaper a bit. The crinkling sound was really loud, and it seemed to echo through the whole bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I thought to myself that my diaper looked really cute on me. I pulled my pants down a little more and looked at my profile. I definitely looked like a big baby with my think, crinkly diapies on.

Just then, I was shocked to hear the toilet flush in the stall. Oh no, someone was in here! And there was no way they didn't hear my diaper. I rushed to pull up my pants, but it was too late. A young man walked out of the stall and did his best to suppress a grin. I could feel his eyes on the back of my padded butt as I pulled my pants up.

He calmly walked to the sink and washed his hands, and I went and took my place in the stall. I heard him chuckle as a pulled down my crinkly diaper, and soon the door opened and closed and he was gone. How embarrassing. I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed that someone else was in the room.

It took me a minute to collect myself. Once I was finished, I washed my hands and took a quick peek at my diaper again. I walked out of the restroom and went to the magazine area, but I didn't see my wife there. She must have gone to the bathroom as well, I figure. I sat down and flipped through some of the magazines for a while, but when she never showed up I started to wonder where she was.

I walked around the store a bit, and to my surprise, she was in the manga section talking to the guy that saw me in the bathroom. Not knowing what else to do, I walked up and meekly said hello.

"Oh, this is my husband, Joey. Joey, meet Charles. We got to talking in the magazines. He's an artist, and he was showing me some of his favorite manga." Charles looked at me and smiled with a knowing look in his eyes. I could already tell that they had a great chemistry together, and that she liked him and thought that he was cute. It was really unusual for her to strike up conversation with strangers.

"Hello Charles." I managed to say. I was almost shaking.

"Hello Joey, it's nice to meet you. Say, if you are interested, maybe you guys could come over to my house and watch a movie? I just got a copy of "Your Name", and I've heard that it is excellent."

My wife was really excited. "Oh that would be great. What do you think, Joey?" We had seen a trailer for the movie, and both really wanted to see it. It was an Anime movie about a young couple who switches places with each other, and it looked really cool.

What could I say? "Ok, sure."

We got in the car and drove to his place, following behind him. We didn't really say much, but we were both really excited. When we got inside his apartment, it was really comfortable. He made some tea and the two of them were talking up a storm. He told me I was welcome to check out his video game systems, and so I sat down on the floor and started playing some games on his NES classic while they had fun talking in the kitchen.

While I was playing Legend of Zelda, I could overhear their conversation as they started talking about me. At some point he must have brought up the fact that he noticed that I was diapered.

"So does he always wear diapers?"

"No, I just happened to put him in them this morning before we went out. He really likes it though."

"But he doesn't need them or anything?"

"No, it's just something that he likes to do."

"How do you feel about it?"

"It's ok. I think it's pretty cute, and it keeps him well-behaved."

"That's cool. I've heard about people that are into that kind of thing. I think it's really cool that you are going along with it, really."

Wow. It was really something to hear my wife and this guy talking about my diaper-wearing like I was her kid or something. I couldn't really do anything about it though, this was definitely happening and I was just kind of along for the ride.

Eventually, they came into the living room and she sat down on the couch right behind where I was sitting and kind of patted me on the head and asked how I was doing. Charles asked if it was ok for him to turn off the Nintendo and put on the movie, and asked if I needed anything. I felt really comfortable, but it was kind of humiliating how he was talking to me like I was a kid.

I didn't really mind too much though. I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I came back they were on the couch together with the lights off. I sat back on the floor and Charles turned the movie on.

The movie was really good, but I was really distracted by the fact that my wife and Charles were holding hands and cuddling throughout the movie.

I was incredibly excited in my diaper and found myself just kind of squirming and adjusting my seating just to stay comfortable. At some point, about halfway through the movie, they just started making out. It was pretty amazing. I tried to pay attention to the story, but the sounds that they were making were extremely distracting. She was kissing him very deeply, with a passion that I had not been kissed with myself in some time.

Eventually, she kind of got on top of him and he had his hands all over her while they were making out with abandon. She started to touch the front of his pants and had to keep herself from just diving in between his legs head-first. She caught herself and they calmed down a bit, and she laid her head on his lap while we finished watching the movie.

After the movie was finished, Charles put the Nintendo back on and told me to be good while he and my wife went into his bed room for a minute. I tried to play, but was really distracted because I could hear her going down on him very loudly. She was smacking her lips and licking him, and he was really enjoying it. This went on for a while, and eventually there was silence for about ten minutes.

I started to crawl toward the bedroom door, and then all the sudden it opened up.

"Hey there Joey! Are you all done with the Nintendo?" Charles was at the door. My wife was laying face down on the bed wearing just her underwear. "Why don't you crawl into the room here with us. Take off your shoes and socks, get comfortable." I did as I was told. I crawled into his bedroom and he told me to pull my pants off. He looked at the front of my diaper. "I just wanted to make sure that you didn't need a diaper change. You look pretty dry though. Also, I figured you'd feel a little more comfortable like that. Am I right?"

"Yes sir."

"Ok. I asked your wife if it was ok with her that I let you in here while we made love. I didn't feel comfortable making love to her without both of your blessing. Are you ok with that?

I wasn't really in any position to argue. "Yes sir."

I sat there on the floor and watched them loudly make love for nearly an hour. After they were done, they kissed and cuddled for a while and massaged each other while I crawled around the room and sucked on my thumb.

"Next time we'll bring your pacifier. Sorry I forgot it, baby." My wife said, once she noticed that I was sucking my thumb.

They kissed and said goodbye, and he told me that I could put my pants and socks and shoes back on. She looked really happy, and Charles was really nice about everything. They kissed and said goodbye, and exchanged phone numbers. We drove back home, and she was texting him the whole time.

That night, I laid down with her and she treated me like I was little while she told me all about the fun she had with her new friend. I was glad to see her so happy, and I went to sleep feeling good and wondering about what would happen in the days to come. What a lucky boy I am!

PART TWO

"Wake up baby. It's time to get dressed." My wife woke me up pretty early today, it must have been about seven in the morning. Had it been a week already? Ever since we met her new friend Charles at Barnes and Nobles last month, we've been getting together with him every Monday, and it's become my designated "diaper day." I usually have off Sundays and Mondays, and I guess he works most of the week as well, so it seems to be the day that we all decided on. She was really eager to get over there today, because this was definitely the earliest that we had gotten up together in a while. I guess he was pretty eager as well.

The night after we first went over to hang out at his place, she was happier than I had seen her in a long time. That whole week they texted non-stop, and although I wasn't allowed to look at her phone, she told me all about it. They had a lot in common. They were both really talented artists and both spoke multiple languages, English, French, and German. They were both really interested in the environment and in healthy living. At night they would talk on the phone during the week, sometimes in French so that I couldn't understand what they were saying. She would giggle and coo on the phone with him in ways that were really exciting. Before she would call him up, I had to put on my diaper.

It seemed that she really got into the power play aspect of treating me like this now that she has a new boyfriend to talk to. There were rules to be enforced as well. While I'm diapered I'm not allowed to kiss her with my tongue or rub myself on her, like at all. I can kiss her on the cheeks, snuggle and cuddle, and if she chooses to sometimes she will kiss me lightly on the lips. Since she talks to him on the phone almost every night, and my diapers are to stay on once I'm allowed to wear them, that means that much of our relationship is reduced to this status.

I have to go to bed when she designates my bedtime while I'm wearing diapers as well. I thought that this would be a problem, but really I have been enjoying it. Of course, I am absolutely not allowed to touch the front of my diapers except briefly if I need to adjust or something, and even that is highly scrutinized and questioned. She has been enjoying constantly reminding me that, although I am the man in the relationship and that she respects me for my work and accomplishments, ultimately I have no rights and must do what she says. Honestly, I'm very content with that situation as long as I am allowed to wear my diapers around her. It's worth it to me, and it's great to see her so happy all of the time. It makes me happy as well.

In the weeks since our first encounter, our days with Charles have been a lot of fun. I'm not allowed on the couch with them in the living room unless I am explicitly told to come up and cuddle, and I have to crawl around on the floor once we get in the front door, no matter what. My socks and shoes come off as soon as the door closes, and sometimes Charles tells me to "go ahead and take your pants off, so we know in case you have an accident."

In the bedroom, I am forbidden to enter unless I am asked to come in. They spend a lot of time in there with the door closed fooling around, and a lot of times I can hear what they are doing. Even if I am asked to enter the bedroom, I cannot go in there unless my pants are off and my pacifier is in my mouth. I am forbidden to speak unless they ask me a question, if I need to go to the bathroom, or if I need more juice in my ba-ba. Sometimes I will lay on the floor in my diaper in there while they are having their fun together, and it is tough to fight the urge to touch myself. Sometimes I will accidentally just release into my diaper because it is just too exciting. I don't think that they have noticed, but I'm not really sure. They will let me change my diaper sometimes if I have been in the same one for a while, so maybe they just both assume that this is happening.

After they fool around, they both like to tease me about how much I am enjoying watching them. Sometimes my wife will cuddle with me and feed me my bottle while Charles gives her a back massage or makes out with her. It's kind of scary sometimes feeling him so close to her and not being able to do anything about it, but it is really exciting for me as well.

So after I got dressed, it was time to head out. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a dress, which was kind of unusual for her. She patted my behind and asked me if I was comfy, and I said yeah. She packed a bottle for me with some apple juice in her purse, along with a pacifier and some diapers. I was getting used to our little Monday excursions, but it was kind of a surprise to be up so early. I guess she just couldn't wait.

We got to the apartments and Charles was waiting outside on his front porch. He was looking right at her beautiful body as she got out of the car. "Hey beautiful." He put his arms around her and gave her a full kiss on the lips, and they locked mouths passionately for almost a minute while he had his hands all over her back. It was pretty embarrassing to have him doing this to her outside in broad daylight, but I just kind of stood there for a minute. "Hey diaperbutt, how are you?" He said with a smile.

"I'm fine. It's nice to see you." I said, returning the smile. He opened the door for me, and as I walked in he patted me on my diapered butt, making a very loud crinkling sound. Before he even closed the door, I started taking off my shoes and socks.

"You might as well take your pants off already, Joey. I don't want to find out that you had an accident by you leaking on my carpet. We're going to have to keep an eye on those diapers since you're here so early." Although I hadn't used my diapers at his house, he would still tease me about it as if I was really a baby, which was alright with me. "Why don't you come with me in the living room, I have something to show you." When we got in there, I couldn't believe my eyes. He had bought a playpen, like one of those hundred dollar baby playpens they have at Wal-Mart, and it was assembled in his living room with a little mobile with Care Bears on it. In the playpen was a blankie, some stuffed animals, and some toys (a rattle, toy keys, and other baby things) along with some baby books. On the TV was some kind of baby channel with cartoons on.

"Ok, I got it all ready for you. Now be a good boy and crawl in the playpen while we discuss some grown up things." Charles put the pacifier in my mouth and patted me on my diapered butt. I sat there, watching the cartoons for a while.

I actually started to enjoy playing with the baby toys, and I just kind of tripped out on the sensation of helplessness while they talked for a while in the kitchen over coffee. After a while they came back into the living room and started making out on the couch, and this time she had no problem going down on him in front of me. In fact, it was like she was showing off. I watched every second while she completely emptied him out into her mouth, and after the fell asleep on the couch together for a nap I dozed off myself for a bit.

When I woke up, there were some other people over, some friends of Charles. I guess they knew what the situation was.

"Oh look, the baby is awake. Hey there Joey, meet Brandon and Jessi. They are going to be your babysitters for the day while we go on our date." Charles told me this while giving them instructions about how long I was allowed to play Nintendo, when I was supposed to take naps, and when to feed me.

Apparently I wasn't allowed to leave my playpen unless I had asked permission to use the bathroom, and a usual, I wasn't allowed to walk around the house, only crawl. "Don't worry, you won't have to change any diapers. He changes himself."

"Be good, baby. We'll be back in a little bit." My wife gave me a kiss on the forehead and handed me my bottle. "Be good for Brandon! It's very nice of him to come and watch to make sure you don't get into any trouble." My wife walked out the door with Charles, hand in hand. She kissed him full on the lips as they were walking out the door.

I could only assume that wherever they were going they would be acting like that in public. Here I was sitting in Charles apartment in a playpen while he was out with my wife on the town. They would be holding hands, kissing in public, and having a great time while I was here sitting in diapers and drinking from a bottle.

Brandon and Jessi were pretty cool though, and they just kind of hung out and played video games with me until it was time for lunch. They made some pasta for me and we laughed watching some old cartoons. They even let me crawl around on the floor for a little bit, which was nice since I needed to stretch my legs after being cooped up in the playpen for a few hours.

When my wife and Charles got back, they were in a really great mood. She thanked Brandon and Jessi for being so sweet, and they left not soon after. My wife took off her dress and her and Charles made love on the couch for a while, and I couldn't do much but crawl around and drink from my bottle. She just couldn't get enough of him, she practically had to keep herself from going down on him again to give him enough time to make love to her. She just really wanted him inside of her no matter what,

After a little while of them getting it on, she put on one of Charles' tshirts and cleaned up the house a bit while Charles took a shower. He had to go to the gym to work out for a bit, and she cuddled with me on the couch while he was gone and watched some cartoons with me. When he came back home they went into the bedroom again, and this time they didn't come back out until it was dark. I faded in and out of naps, but I would wake up hearing them yelling each others names and saying that they loved each other, which really excited me for some reason. After they were done, it was really late, and it was time to go home.

"Sorry you didn't get to come in the room today, diaperbutt! I guess we were having so much fun in there that we kind of forgot to invite you. Hope that you had a good time in our playpen." Charles was sincere when he said that last part.

"Thank you so much for getting me that playpen, and the toys, and the books. I had such a good time today, sir. I'm so glad that you guys had such a good day too."

And with that, he smiled at me and kissed my wife. We went back home and had a good nights sleep after so much excitement. It was a great day.

PART THREE

So it's been a few months now since my wife met her new boyfriend. That's what she's calling him now, her "boyfriend". At first I was surprised at how much she liked him, and I have to admit that I have been pretty shocked at how quickly she started escalating things with him sexually. I realize now that she had a lot of pent-up feelings that she just couldn't act out with me, and that we needed someone else in our relationship for her to feel comfortable enough to just let herself start feeling the way that she used to feel with me when we were first together. It has been a humbling experience to say the least.

On the plus side, however, she has grown much more affectionate toward me in the meantime. We used to go days at a time with her being sweet to me followed by periods of sadness or moroseness on her part, but now those days are gone. She still makes me breakfast and lunch before I go in to work, and texts with me while I am there. But now she has a sense of empowerment and control in our relationship. I find myself in a position where I cannot really argue or disagree about too much because my role has been mostly reduced to that of being completely dependent on her for affection. I don't get jealous of the situation because the kindness and sweet nature of her feelings for Charles are very sincere, and she manages to maintain her sweet nature to me throughout the week. Maybe it is because she feels sorry for me in my reduced role, but I wouldn't trade our old dynamic for this for anything.

I do sometimes miss being able to get physical with her the way that we used to, but those days have been long gone for some time now. Any sexual thrill that I get from our relationship is acted out vicariously through her realtionship with Charles, and in me she has a confidant and trusted friend that anchors her new relationship in a way that enables her to engage it as an activity of pure pleasure and enjoyment. A lot of our nights now are spent with me diapered and playing video games or reading on the internet while she texts with her boyfriend. She likes to ask me questions about how I feel about certain things that happened, and has been much more open with talking to me about her sexual desires since our new arrangement.

One thing that she does like me to do now is kiss and massage her feet while she is texting with her boyfriend. Also, at night, she hugs me like a teddy bear and pats my bottom. She likes to hold me and call me "baby," and sometimes I can tell she is thinking about Charles being there. Although I get really excited, I'm not allowed to respond romantically so much as just be her little cuddle bear, but it is still very fulfilling overall. I'm definitely happy with this turn of events.

One thing that was hard to get over was that I have pretty much accepted that I will never feel her going down on me ever again. The baby powder and constant diaper wearing pretty much ensures that. She used to do that for me a lot, and she was really good at it, but it had been a while since she had done that anyway. She absolutely loved going down on Charles though, so I would get a kind of vicarious thrill by watching them, which thankfully I was still allowed to do. Once I accepted that it was just something that I wouldn’t get to do any more, it was easy to adjust to my new role. I was in a constant state of excitement, and occasionally it would just burst loose in my diaper, so my satisfaction wasn’t really in any jeopardy overall.

I also missed being able to fool around with her and make out, but once again that was something that was just reduced to a vicarious thrill for me now. Once I adjusted to not being able to climb up on top of her or rub myself on her, it actually added an additional excitement to every interaction. Just holding hands or laying on her lap became immensely exciting. I was settling in very comfortably into the role of being just her sweet diapered baby boy. It required me to listen a lot more, and once I put my ego out of the way I found that we were actually both a lot happier without me having to play the role of the man in the relationship.

In general, going over to Charles’ place has been a very comforting thing for us both. Something kind of major happened last week actually that kind of changed things a bit. Things have definitely felt different since then, at least. When we got to his apartment, he had made a big pot of coffee, and we sat around his kitchen (me on the floor, them in chairs) and talked for a little bit about things that might be fun to do together. They were talking about maybe taking me to the aquarium, because my wife had bought a very discreet but still kawaii diaper bag that she was excited about carrying around in publlc to kind of embarrass me a bit. I was really thirsty, so I finished my coffee quickly. Vanessa popped my pacifier in my mouth and smiled as she started kissing Charles in his chair.

The two of them got really excited and absconded to the bedroom, and before Charles closed the door he said “Hey diaperbutt, you can finish off that coffee if you want. I don’t think that we are going to have any more. There’s a coloring book in your playpen if you get bored. You can take off your pants and put them on the table. And once you get in the playpen, I don’t want you getting out, understood?”

“Yesh shiw.” I replied, sucking on my paci. He shut the door and I could hear them start making out against the wall. At this point, that had become a pretty familiar sound. I figured I would make myself comfortable, and after finishing off the coffee, I crawled into the living room to see what he had gotten for me today. It was a Care Bears coloring book, and a full pack of crayons! I kind of wanted to play Nintendo, but I didn’t want to get in trouble. There were some baby cartoons on the TV, and the music was very calming.

I colored for a while, and I could hear them really going at it in the next room. The bed was shaking and their breathing was really heavy, and she kept saying his name and moaning. “I love you Charles. You feel so good!” Eventually the loud sounds of the two of them in the other room kind of lulled me to sleep. When I woke up, they were still in the bedroom, and I really needed to use the bathroom. I got up and crawled over to the bathroom door, and the sound of me flushing the toilet attracted their attention. I heard them getting up in the bedroom, so I crawled back over into the playpen and sat there for a minute until Charles and my wife came back out.

“Hey baby! How is it going in here?” My wife said this with a sing-song tone.

“I’m doing weawy good. I cowowed a few of the pages in the book.” I was starting to get used to talking with a pacifier in my mouth.

“Oh that’s very nice, Joey.” She smiled at me and patted me on the head, ruffling my hair a little.

Charles chimed in. “I thought I told you not to get out of the playpen.”

“I’m showwy shiw, I had to go to the bafroom. I didn want to intawupt you too.”

“Hm.” I was sitting on the floor cross-legged in front of them. He got up and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he pulled out a key and locked it. “There’s baby powder all over the seat.” He sighed. “You are no longer allowed to go in there unless I give you permission, understood?”

“Yesh shiw. I’m showwy.” My wife looked at me and giggled. My voice sounded funny through my pacifier. It was embarassing, but also very exciting to be infantilized like that. Now, the thing about it was that even after going, I already needed to go again. To my horror, I noticed a little wet spot on the front of my diaper where you could see the color strip changing a little bit. Was I really leaking that bad? I was definitely nervous from being scolded like that in front of my wife. I didn’t want to ask to go back in there right away, so I just kept quiet.

Charles went and turned on the Nintendo. “Hey, since you’ve been such a good sport, I figured I should let you play a little NES.” He went and sat on the couch with my wife and started stroking her hair. “Come sit here with us. I want to watch you play for a bit.” I got on the couch, nervous that they would notice the little wet spot on the front of my diaper. They were way more focused on each other though. While I played Super Mario Bros 2, he talked to me for a bit about old video games and movies, and I had a pretty good conversation with him even though I had to repeat myself a few times. It was a little embarrassing also because my wife was groping him the whole time. “Hey, why do you always play as the Princess?”

“I wike heah becawsh she can fwoat. It makesh it eashier to gip pasht shom of suh twicky jumps.”

“Ha ha ok. That’s cool. You should play as the little mushroom guy. He kind of looks like he’s wearing a diaper.” He started laughing, and my wife started laughing as well. I smiled, because it was kind of funny. I picked Toad for the next level, and played for a little until I ran out of lives. “Hey, you’re pretty good. I can never get past the desert level on that one.”

“Oh, you should see him play Tetris, he’s really good at it.” She got excited when she said this and started to put her arms around me.

“Ok, let’s see.” Charles got up and plugged in the second controller. “I’m pretty good too.” We started playing, and for a second I was excited because I thought that she was going to watch the game. Instead, she got down on her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. I was doing really well, I got 7 tetrises in the first round, and Charles was very impressed. She pulled his underwear down and took him into her mouth right in front of me. I was a little distracted to say the least. Even though she was hungrily sucking on him next to me, I still stayed in the game and did really well. He gave up and started to thrust into her mouth, and not long after I piled up too many pieces. I had to go so bad that I just went ahead and wet my diaper right there on the couch. I audibly sighed with relief and got off of the couch so that I wouldn’t wet it.

After she brought him to completion, he laughed when he saw my saggy and noticeably wet diaper as I was crawling away. “Looks like Joey had an accident!” He exclaimed.

“Joey! I can’t believe you. I’m so sorry, Charles.” She was mortified.

“No it’s ok. I’ll change him. Hand me one of those diapers.” She went to her diaper bag and handed him a fresh one, along with the bottle of powder. “Now lay down on the floor.” I did as he instructed. My wife looked at me with embarrassment, covering her mouth as she laughed a little. He went to the room and came back with a changing mat and some wipes, setting them down on the ground. He unfolded the mat and instructed me to lay down on it. As he un-taped me diaper, he laughed and commented at how excited I was. “You sure do like watching us don’t you?”

I looked over at my wife, who was watching with amusement as her boyfriend changed my diaper in front of her. He was surprisingly sweet about it, and careful to make sure that I was comfortable. He applied a ton of powder to me, and then pulled a fresh diaper up and around me and taped me shut again. I just sat there, sucking my pacifier and staring at my wife while she watched us. She seemed as perplexed and amazed as I was.

“Now, here’s the deal. You have lost your toilet privileges for this house. If you have to go number 2, you can ask politely and I will unlock the door for you, and wait outside until you are done. But you better be careful and not get baby powder all over my seat. If you have to wet, you are just going to have to go right there in your diaper. That is the rule from now on. You have to ask me for a diaper change immediately, even if we are in the bedroom. You just have to knock on the door. And you can only wet your diaper on the floor or in your playpen. Understood?”

“Yesh shiw. I’m showwy.”

“It’s ok, it’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. Now get on your hands and knees.” I crawled up and got on my hands and knees, and he gave me a pretty strong spanking. I started crying right there in front of both of them, mostly because I was really embarrassed. “Now take your pacifier out, get your pants on, we’re going to go to the aquarium. If you are good, I’ll get you some ice cream.”

We went to the aquarium and it was a lot of fun. I didn’t have to wet, thankfully, although my wife had her diaper bag ready just in case. She held his hand the whole time we were walking around, and sometimes they would make discreet comments asking if I “needed anything.” That night, his friends Brandon and Jessi came over again to babysit me while the two of them went out for a date. Ever since then, I’ve lost my bathroom priviledges while we are at Charles’ place.

So that’s the update for this time around. I’ve got to get ready for bed though, and I can’t disobey my orders. Tomorrow is Monday again, and I can only imagine what they have planned for me this time.

PART FOUR

So, here I am, sitting in the car with a big crinkly diaper on under my clothes, driving my wife to see her boyfriend. We’re going over a little later than usual today, it’s already almost noon. She said that he had something special planned for me today. The reality of the situation is really starting to settle in. This relationship of hers with Charles has become a huge part of our life at this point, at the expense of a lot of things that we used to enjoy together. Instead of wanting to go to the park with me, now she wants Charles to be there. She talks about him all the time. Occasionally, we will have a night where they don’t talk on the phone, but it is pretty rare.

On the plus side, I get to wear diapers a lot. Almost every night, and all day on my days off. We started going over on there Sundays while he is at work. She sets me up in the playpen and does his housework all day, washing dishes and clothes for him and cleaning the place top to bottom until he comes home. It’s actually really relaxing to listen to her sing while she cleans his house, and it definitely adds to the humiliation that she has started making me do most of our chores at the house. I like waking up early to sit in the playpen and watch her do chores and stuff though.

She doesn’t like me using the diapers at home, because she is worried about it getting on the sheets. I kind of enjoy the freedom and humiliation of being expected to use me diapers at Charles’ place. He’s the only person who changes my diapers though, on his insistence. When the babysitters come over for her and Charles to go on dates, I still have to change my own diapers. Since I’m not allowed to go to the bathroom for wetting, I still do that when Brandon and Jessi are at the house. It’s not to hard for them to notice though, so they unlock the bathroom for me to change pretty quickly.

The idea of asking for permission to use the bathroom for non-wetting use has been really off-putting for me, so I’ve mostly just tried to hold it in when he is around. I guess now is as good as any of a time to mention that I made a big mistake in that regard yesterday. While they were in the bedroom making love, I held it in too long and had an accident in my diaper. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I started crying and I just crawled around the floor waiting for them to come out, trying not to make it worse. When they came out of the room, I was laying on my back on the floor just bawling my eyes out, and all I could say was “I’m sho showwy Chawles. I‘m sho showwy!”

He just laughed and told me to go change myself in the bathroom. He knew exactly what had happened because of the smell when he walked in. My wife just looked completely disgusted with me. I crawled into the bathroom hugging a clean diaper she handed me and cleaned up. I felt really embarrassed. When I came out of the bathroom they were both really nice about it. I guess they felt bad because I was crying so much. “We’ll have to figure something out” was all he said about it.

“Oh good you’re here!” Charles was sitting in a chair on his porch when we drove up. “I’ve made some changes in the apartment. I think you’ll like it, Joey. Come here, beautiful.” He held my wife by her hips and started kissing her. She sat on his lap and they made out for a while and I just stood there. We walk inside and I take off my shoes, socks, and pants, and get down on my hands and knees. They both lead me to the living room, and the first thing I noticed was a couple stacks of super-thick diapers on the floor. “Ok, you better put on one of these on immediately.” I went and taped it up over my diaper, and with my diaper on underneath it was so thick that I couldn’t have even walked normally wearing it if I tried. “I ordered these for you last week, before you had your little accident. I’m glad I did.” Next , I notice that there is an air purifier in the room near my playpen. “Now check this out.”

He walked over to the closet area and opened the door. “This is your changing room, Joey. From now on, you are going to do all of your own diaper changing here. I think that is the best course of action after what happened last night.” There was a plastic mat on the ground, and a rubber changing table on the floor with a disposable pad on top. Next to that is an open, full pack of baby wipes, a diaper pail, some baby powder, and another air purifier. There was a little light bulb in the room with a chain to pull it off and on. It was probably just barely big enough for me to change my diapers in. “From now on, the bathroom is completely off limits to you. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“You are going to use your diapers full-time when you are in my apartment. We will keep several bottles of juice for you in the room. You can feel free to walk around if you like, but if we let you in the bedroom you are still only allowed to crawl. You are not allowed to fill your own bottles though, or use the refrigerator.”

“Yes sir.”

“It’s ok, I was tired of you getting baby powder all over my bathroom. Now you have your own little changing room, and you can use your diaper whenever you want. And there are plenty of diapers, so there is no excuse for you to not change yourself IMMEDIATELY as soon as you use your diaper. I had fun changing you before, but I think that this arrangement will work out much better for us all.”

“Now what do you say, Joey?” My wife asked me sternly.

“Thank you sir. I’m sorry about yesterday.” As I stood up to go look in the changing room a little closer, I had a hard time walking straight and I had to kind of waddle with my legs a little further apart and my bottom sticking out. “And thank you for the diapers, they are very comfy. This is so generous of you. I really appreciate everything that you have done for me.”

“That’s good to hear.” He replied sternly to me, but with a pleased tone. “I’m glad you like your new diapers. I thought that they might be appropriate for your… situation. I’m glad that you like your new arrangement as well. Now here is part two: Brandon and Jessi are moving to another apartment complex, and that leaves us without a babysitter for you. However, your wife and I think that you are a good enough boy to be here on your own. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes sir.”

“I don’t want you messing with my stuff when I’m not around though. The video games are off-limits when I’m not home from now on. You’ll have to be content with your baby toys, the baby tv shows I pick for you, and your coloring books. I put a parental lock on the tv so it’s impossible for you to change the channel once I have it set. If I find out that you have been messing with any of my stuff, I’m going to seriously reconsider letting you come over at all. Understood?”

“Yes sir. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Ok, now let’s get that pacifier in your mouth.”

I pulled out my pacifier and started sucking on it immediately. “Yesh shiw.”

“Now come into the bedroom with us. And bring your toys.” They went into the bedroom, and left the door open for me to crawl in. I made my way in there and was surprised to see how many of her clothes were hanging up in his closet. She must have brought over a bunch of them without me noticing. Or maybe she’s been hanging out with him while I am at work sometimes. That was more likely, actually. She must have spent a lot of time with her clothes off in this room. There was a large shower room in the master bathroom connected to his bedroom.

I sat on the floor in the bedroom while they got undressed and went into the shower together. While I sat there in my super-thick double diapers, they started doing all kind of stuff together. I watched as he pressed her against the glass divider on the shower and made love to her from behind, her face pressed against the glass. She watched me sitting there helplessly as he thrust into her, her face caught in an expression of pure pleasure. I could see him reaching around from behind to cup her breasts, and each movement brought her deeper and deeper pleasure. She started to scream and moan, loudly saying his name and exploding in pleasure multiple times.

She came so many times for him that I completely lost count. She took him into her mouth in the shower and brought him to completion, and afterwards they toweled off and laid down on the bed. He went and watched TV for a little while in the living room and she called me over to his bed, where I massaged and kissed her feet for nearly an hour.

After a while, they got dressed and went out for dinner. “We’ll bring you back something good. Don’t wait up though!” She laughed as they walked out the front door hand-in-hand. As I heard the door lock, I felt a sinking feeling when I realized that this was my life now. Still, I had my diapers, and I was starting to have a lot of fun coloring and playing with my baby toys. Sometimes I would cry a little bit when they were gone too long, but it was really exciting when they came back home. I was starting to completely lose track of how my life used to be, and after a few more weeks of this I couldn’t imagine how I ever managed to live any differently.

PART FIVE

It’s hard to believe that it has been a whole year now since my wife met her partner. A couple months ago, after he got his promotion at work, he told her that he was getting a house, and asked if we wanted to move in with him. We talked about it for a while, and I couldn’t think of any reason not to at the point that we were at in our relationship. Our physical, romantic life was pretty much non-existent, and all she could think about was spending time with him, so I figured we’d take the next logical step and just all move in together.

I wasn’t allowed to have any of my own things any more, since we were moving into his place. She sold all of my grown up stuff, and I lost my car privileges, as well as having to quit my job. I had started to have trouble not leaking and had been wearing diapers to work anyway. It got really difficult one I realized that he was picking her up from the house while I was at work, and the embarrassment was causing me to be constantly aroused and wetting myself, so I had no choice. I was diapered 24/7 even before the move.

Daddy got me my own room, with a crib for me to sleep in and Care Bears decorations all over the walls. They lock it from the outside when they want me to be quiet and behave, but they can hear me on the baby monitor, which is hooked up all through the house. They have a two-way monitor hooked up in their room, and they like to turn it on at night while they are making love. That way I can hear them in my crib while I am locked in the room. They usually turn down the volume so that they can’t hear me when they are getting intimate, but mine is locked at full volume, so I always hear what is happening in their bedroom whether I want to or not. I often wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of their lovemaking. She likes to go down on him super loud right next to the microphone to remind me how much she likes going down on him.

I live as their baby all day and night now. I still have to change my own diapers, and I have a cute little washroom all to myself (no toilet, obviously). The door is locked when they go to bed or if they are busy working on something important so that I don’t bother them. I’m so proud of my wife, she works with him on artwork and they have made a really popular cartoon series together. When they go to conventions and things like that I get the house to myself, and she will call me at night before bed to make sure I am ok.

When he is away at work she cuddles with me and tells me stories, and I get to hold her and kiss her cheeks and tummy. He doesn’t mind because he knows that I am basically just an adult baby now. They have total control over what I eat and drink, and there are always fresh bottles for me and plenty of stacks of fresh diapers. I even have a tv in my room. It has parental lock on it though, and I can only get baby tv shows, which I have grown to love. I spend a lot of time coloring. They even hang up my crayon drawings and colored pages up in the room and on the fridge.

They keep all of my grown-up clothes in a closet outside of my room, and will pick out things for me to wear that keep my diapers sort of discreet. In my crib-room, I have mostly frilly girly shirts to wear so that I am reminded that there is only one real man in the house. The only boy shirts I get to wear have ultra-cute images on them, and they are all very short and expose my diaper fully. Sometimes they make me wear a frilly pink bonnet, usually on the weekends. I’m glad that I get to wear diapers all the time. It’s the first time I’ve ever really felt like myself since I’ve been a grown-up. I’m so grateful to Daddy for taking care of me and my wife, and giving me the life I’ve always wanted. She is so happy with him too. I really couldn’t ask for a better life.

Any requests for a potential sequel? I've been thinking about working on a follow-up.

>>87623

where do you find outfits like this? I don't see anyone selling them.

>>87645

Probably bought all the bits individually. Stockings can probably be bought at any sex shop or even lingerie store. Diaper looks like it's either one of those waddle diapers or some rubber pants over a thick-ass diaper. The pink frills below the dress I think is a petticoat? Not sure where you get those, probably not too tough to search up though. And the dress looks like it could be from Binkies n' Bows on Etsy/Ebay, but there's a few sissy baby dress shops out there.

>>87690

>>87778

When you say multiple petis, do you actually mean buying multiple ones of that Amazon link? They look pretty thick already from the pic.

>>87786

Yes, multiple. That style specifically is more floofy, and you'll get some bounce with one if it's your first.

But the more you add the prissier it feels and the more your diaper will show.

I usually wear 2 to 3. Plus depending on the outfit you can add more color to match. Putting a shorter tutu underneath it can make the skirt cupcake out too.

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I had an awesome dream the other night

>locked in a chastity cage

>Bull comes in feels the front of my diaper and feels the cage

>Good thing you're locked up, little boys like you don't play with their penis

>Be a good boy while daddy makes mommy really happy.

Didn't visualize it but I was really hard.

>He finishes and I have to thank daddy for making mommy very happy and I get called a good boy for being nice and quiet.

I wish it was longer but it was an awesome dream

>>87593

can you do one where the bull's dumpy ex wife becomes the cuckysitter nanny?

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>>92146

I like the idea of giving him a nanny. Not sure if it should be the boyfriend's ex though.

Maybe like a nerdy former co-worker/person from Joey's pre-baby life, someone that had a crush on him or something like that. Someone that he would never have gotten involved with before willingly who sees his current situation and takes advantage of it, and he can't do anything about it.

Interesting. Any other ideas? Critiques? Did anyone enjoy the story? Seriously thinking about writing another part if there is any interest.

>>93409

That would definitely be extremely humiliating.