Diaper and bottle check
Good afternoon, and TGIF! Today it’s all about a (diaper) boy and his bear! These Lil Squirts are filling up, but I think they’ll be okay until after naptime. Hope everyone is having a good day! - 2:58pm PST
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Diaper boys need swing time too!
P.s no one was around
“I’ve set you up for a play-date silly. Not a date, a play-date.” daddy said as he fitted your hat.
“I told you I’ve met someone and apparently he has a little tyke just like you. So while I will experience a real date with a real man, you little toddlers would play in a giant playpen that my date had built for his little. Doesn’t it sound nice?”
You and daddy stood by the door. You were wondered why he dressed you in your play clothes when he was talking about going out. You never played outside of your comfort zone. Not only he was forcing you to go outside with a massive diaper bulge and funny-looking childish outfit, but he was also planning for you to play with another adult baby.
It was all too much and you found yourself starting to cry and covering your face from the humiliation. You tried to comfort yourself sucking on your paci that made you calm so many times before. As you cried, you felt a warm sensation in your diaper.
“Hey hey, what’s the matter, little guy? Why are you crying? Don’t worry, our dates are gonna be great! I have a feeling that I might leave you with your new friend to play while the grown-ups are going to take a little tour to the bedroom”
You were crying, sucking a pacifier, wearing a wet diaper, while your daddy told you he was going to have sex when you will be forced to sit in a playpen with another adult baby. You kept on crying, defeated, but your little dick got hard.
“Let’s go buddy. I bet you had an accident. Don’t worry, I’ll change you once we’ll get there” daddy said and patted your diapered butt, leading you out. --------------------------------------------------------- Papito is going to have so much fun on his play-date! Check out his Twitter! @PaddedPapi
muscle baby
it could never say it had been misled when it signed Master’s contract of ownership, giving Him the power to transform it into anything He desired. it begged to be allowed to maintain its body for Masters pleasure and He generously agreed, however…..Master wanted a muscle baby.
The first time it went to the gym and stripped to its diaper it was mortified with embarrassment and kept its head down trying to ignore the snickers, the stares, the clear disdain from the bodybuilders. it reminded itself that this was what Master wanted and so it should be happy to be allowed to serve Him in this way.
it wasn’t long before it was just ignored in the gym, its previous gym buddies not wanting to know such a freak, so isolated, the other users just treated it like dirt, barging it out of the way, ordering it to put away their weights, wipe down Their benches.
it had used to love the gym but now it dreaded it….which was the moment Master started to increase its targets, insisted on more gym time, force fed it high protein, high calorie meals, 5 times a day. Which of course meant it needed to shit more….which in turn meant more embarrassment, more opportunities for it to feel the disgust of others.
But Master wanted more, made it take its protein shake to the gym in a baby bottle…made it suck on a pacifier….put plastic pants over the diaper.
Eventually it broke, stopped feeling the shame, succumbed to its new identity and thrived on the modifications Master made.
it had lost all control…just like a real baby. Master was pleased….and therefore, so was His muscle baby slave. .