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The Beginning

I know what you’re thinking, how could someone grow up to adulthood still in diapers 24/7? I mean it’s crazy right? Well, my first exposure to diapers post potty training was at the age of 18, and it was at the hands of my Uncle Ronny. Now Ronny worked in an institution that cared for all kinds of children. Some handicapped, some disabled, some delinquent, and even some runaways. He was used to dealing with kids and coming out on top. Which is probably why I must’ve gotten under his skin so much. Now I have to be honest and preface this with the fact that I was not a good kid, I was mouthy, rude, and incredibly disrespectful.

Uncle Ronny was a little on the large size, and because I was a shithead I never really let him forget it. He also was not the most educated guy in the world, meaning I never lost an opportunity to correct him anytime he misspoke or made an incorrect claim. He wouldn’t say anything when I did it but would glare at me, clearly wishing he had the authority to discipline me. Of course I’d just smile back as if I was somehow superior, god I was a little asshole. But what really got to him was when I called him Ronny, instead of Uncle Ron . I knew he hated it, hence why I did it so often.

Thinking back now I know he must have planned it, but at the time it never even occurred to me that he would go through all that work just to get revenge on his own nephew. It all started with a shopping trip across town in his car, but before we left he made lunch for me, just a sandwich and chips with a soda. But now I know he must’ve put something in my food or drink because five minutes into the ride I had to go to the bathroom very badly. Unfortunately for me we were on a packed freeway, with no way to exit anytime soon.

I was trapped in the backseat, my stomach growling and churning harder than ever before, twisting my face into a flushed expression covered in sweat. All of my efforts were focused on controlling myself until I could get to a toilet, pleading with Him to get me to a gas station right now, making it clear I couldn’t hold it much longer. He acted a little too cool about my predicament, not even pretending to be concerned, just calmly agreeing to get off as soon as he could.

The pain was unbearable, I was on the verge of tears as he finally exited the highway because I knew it was all over, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and accepted that the next wave of cramps would be the end. Right after exiting the highway he hit a huge pothole in the road, shaking the entire car. I let out a whimper and completely filled the seat of my pants, gaining instant relief. It only took a few seconds for him to smell what I’d done. At that moment he decided stopping at a gas station was meaningless and we might as well just finish driving to the mall. To be honest, I was too humiliated and stunned to object to anything.

When we got there Uncle Ronny led me inside and into the bathroom. Ronny took some kind of twisted pride in telling me to let him handle it because he “Had lots of experience dealing with kids who have accidents”. Like that was supposed to make me feel better. As we walked inside there was a kid no older than two having his diaper changed, I tried to ignore it as Ronny put me inside one of the stalls. He told me to remove my pants and underwear and hand them to him under the stall door, after that he handed me wet paper towels and told me to clean myself off as best I could and that he’d be right back. I stood there for what felt like forever in nothing but a T-shirt, listening to people coming and going.

When he finally did come back I was surprisingly glad to see him, which was a first for me, a relief that was unfortunately short lived. He told me to come out of the stall so he could make sure I was cleaned up and help me get dressed, like I was a child. I told him I was clean enough and could dress myself and to just give me my pants. He said he had to get me new pants because the old pair were stained and smelly, so he threw them away. I tried to tell him to hand me the new pair under the stall, and when he did I knew I was in trouble. They were a pair of plastic baby pants, but in my size?! I threw them back out at him and yelled that I wanted my pants back. Very calmly he replied “But these are yours, you don’t know how hard I had to look to find some in your size.” Then he said “I could just go find a janitor to let me into the stall, I could tell him you locked yourself in and don’t understand how to get out on your own, that’d be sure to create a crowd. Knowing I’d been bested I sighed, saying “No, fine I’ll come out.

I had never felt so humiliated and small in my entire life, I mean I was 18, a legal adult, and I was being treated this way! Uncle Ronny wiped me with a towel until I was spotless, thankfully there were no onlookers in the bathroom at the time. Next he sat me on the floor, my skin crawled as the stone cold tile made contact with my skin. When I expected him to put those embarrassing plastic pants on me then give me real pants, he instead produced a large disposable diaper and unfolded it. I started to move like I was going to run for it when he said “I mean you could run, If you want the entire mall to see you naked, or I could call for help and see how many people come in to see you like this, or you could just lay still and do as you’re told.”

I couldn’t believe it, he was talking to me like a child, but with a serious tone I’d never heard before from him, no matter what he had me in a corner. I laid still and he continued to unfold the diaper, sliding it under my butt. Then he sprinkled baby powder all over and brought the padding up between my legs. The bulk spread my legs far apart, and he fastened the tabs tight enough to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere. After that he slid the plastic pants up just past my knees, it was then when a dad walked in with his kid and a boy about my age. Ronny stood me up and finished pulling the plastic pants into place, out of the corner of my eye I could see the boy laughing at me.

Once outside I got some funny looks, feeling like everyone was staring at me. I just kept telling myself we could make it to the car fast and it would all be over. As we approached the exit Ronny made a last minute sharp turn into a store, causing me to panic and pull away.

“We came here to get some shopping done, and I won’t put those plans on hold just because you had an accident!” He said

I tried to resist and plead to let me go sit in the car but He was firm on telling me no.

“Now you can either walk with me while I shop like a good boy, or I can go get one of those mall strollers for you to sit in, I’m sure that would get way more looks than your diapers.”

I agreed to be good and followed Ronny around while he was shopping, conscious of every single giggle and stare I was getting while I was exposed in public.Just when I thought it was all finally going to be over, we walked out of the store just as my best friend Lance was walking in with his Dad.

“Bro, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

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May 21, 2024 06:13 pm

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Sibling Rivalry

It was a warm July day, the sun was out, and it was the perfect day to spend outside. It was Ken’s 18th birthday, and he was certainly enjoying it surrounded by family and friends at a backyard BBQ. His brother Dom, however, couldn’t get past his anger for his brother enough to have a good time. Last weekend Ken had played a dirty trick, setting up Dom for their dad to think he’d wet the bed. Although Dom was the older brother it seemed like Ken was constantly putting him in humiliating situations. All Dom could think of was revenge, but as per usual that wouldn’t go well for him, you see Ken always had plans of his own that tended to be miles ahead of whatever his brother was concocting.

Noon had past and guests had arrived, Ken was making his way around greeting everyone and accepting many birthday pleasantries. Dom tried his best to mind his own business, unaware of what would happen next. Their father had asked Dom to go upstairs and bring down extra chairs for the party. Ken hearing this, went to the foot of the stairs just around the corner waiting for him to come back down. Once he showed up Ken stuck out his foot, tripping him on the last step. Dom came to the ground with a crash, quickly looking up to realize what his brother had done. Out of sheer anger and gut reaction, he grabbed Ken by his collar, simultaneously pulling his hand back into a fist.

At this moment their father turned the corner to witness Dom about to hit the birthday boy. Their father grabbed him before he could throw the punch, dragging him into the kitchen before he could strike his brother. Ken pleasingly glared at Dom as he was taken away, knowing full well the punishment he’d orchestrated once again.

“I’ve had enough of your childish behavior, when are you just gonna grow up and be more like your brother?!”

“Dad, please don’t. You don’t understand, he”

“I don’t want to hear excuses, you know what happens in this house when you can’t figure out how to behave like an adult.”

Dom swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was about to happen, dreading every moment. It seemed like everytime he thought he was doing well Ken would do something stupid to put him in this position. As per usual his dad barked at him to get his ass upstairs. Once he made it to the bathroom, his father stripped him down, an embarrassing ritual he was all too familiar with. Dom was ashamed and humiliated beyond belief. At twenty years old, he was STILL allowing his father to belittle him this way. What he called “Baby Punishment” was a very effective tool for controlling his behavior, one his father used quite often. Ken, however, rather enjoyed seeing his older brother treated that way and constantly looked for ways to get him into trouble just so he’d get to see him regressed and embarrassed.

He backed down and allowed his father to do what he was going to do, certainly not wanting to make things worse. Thankfully he was still shaven smooth from the last time this happened, so his dad didn’t feel the need to shave him. As if it was routine, he had his twenty year old son in a thick printed diaper, plastic pants, a Sesame Street T Shirt, and childish shortalls in record time. Dom looked in the mirror, the shortalls rode up high on his thighs leaving nothing to the imagination, and the combination of the diaper and plastic pants gave his butt and crotch enough added bulk to make it painfully obvious to anyone that looked that he was still in diapers.

At his father’s demand, he slowly made his way back downstairs to rejoin the party. Thankfully most of the guests saw him and either looked away or smiled, most of them already aware that this was a normal thing, many having already seen Dom this way in the past. As usual he kept quiet and as out of sight as possible, knowing full well the quickest way out of this was to keep to himself and not bring any attention to himself. Dom slowly crinkled about, keeping to himself, when Ken made his way over. Just seeing him heading his way made Dom angry, finding it already difficult to hold his tongue.

“Aww, that’s a cute outfit BABY brother!” He said making sure to stress the baby part.

“You’re such a bitch Ken, you..”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dom’s attention was snatched away, realizing their father had rounded the corner just in time to see him insult his little brother on his birthday. Dom’s stomach dropped, knowing full well he was in deep shit now.

His dad dragged him back upstairs by the ear, while multiple people giggled at the sight of it. Once they made it up there he quickly found his shortalls taken off, his diaper pulled down, and was being thrown over his father’s knee. Dom couldn’t remember the last time he was spanked, knowing he must’ve really pissed him off this time. It felt like an eternity passed of his dad whipping his ass with his palm, eventually swapping to a hairbrush. By now tears were rolling down his face like a waterfall just from the sheer pain of it all. By the time things finished, Dom was thankful it was over, until his dad walked back into the room with a bar of soap and proceeded to shove it in and out of his mouth, telling him next time he’d think twice before he called his little brother awful names.

He’d had enough, none of this was his fault, Ken was the problem, not him! His anger rose resulting in an unfortunate outburst right when his dad was about to let him go back to the party.

“It’s your brother’s birthday, what is wrong with you? Why can’t you just grow up and act like an adult? Ya know what since you just can’t seem to learn your lesson, I’m gonna have to take things up a notch.”

His dad left the room, returning shortly with a stand on wheels, with a red bag Dom didn’t recognize hanging from it. He quickly found himself bent back over his dad’s knees with his diaper pulled down. He couldn’t see what was happening back there as his dad grabbed the tubing and nozzle attached to the bag and spread his cheeks apart. Dom shifted, groaned, and grunted at the sudden assault of the nozzle being shoved into his ass. Unfortunately for him, his dad was strong, and more than capable of holding him down. The warm soapy water invaded his guts, causing confusion to wash over his face, never having felt a sensation like this one before.

Before long his Dad removed the nozzle and pulled his diaper back up. Dom was feeling too violated to say anything, or meet his father’s gaze. But it wasn’t over yet, in a string of first’s for him he quickly found a pacifier with a leather strap locked into his mouth, and found himself locked into his room with all his electronics taken away. Before he walked out his dad made sure to scold him for his foul language and attitude, promising he’d be humbled soon enough.

Before he had an opportunity to contemplate his situation, he felt a sudden pain, like he’d been punched in the stomach. The pain was awful and he quickly felt a sudden force like he needed to shit, but with an urgency unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He jumped up, attempting to open his door to get to the bathroom, of course it wouldn’t budge. He banged on the door, realizing there was no way it would penetrate the sound of the party happening downstairs. He attempted to yell for help, but the pacifier gag did its job keeping him silent.

Dom took a step back, creating the slightest break in his constant clenching. Instantly, the soapy enema water flushed into the seat of his diaper, making bubbling noises and many grunts and groans from Dom. He instantly started crying, brought to his absolute lowest. Dad had never forced him to use the diapers for #2’s much less locked him into his room to stew in it. It stunk, and the smell gathered in his small bedroom providing no place safe from it. He waited for hours to be set free from this and allowed into, at the bare minimum, a clean diaper. The constant party noise continued endlessly as he accepted there was no reprieve coming for him. In utter defeat he finally laid down in bed, the feeling of the now cold mess spreading everywhere as he sat sent chills up his spine, but there was nothing he could do about it. With a tear streaked face, Dom eventually fell to sleep, looking forward to returning to normal life tomorrow. Oh how blissfully unaware he was of how much he’d crossed the line today, and just how much his Father had utterly given up on allowing him to continue pretending to be a big boy.

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Apr 25, 2024 08:57 pm

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Revenge of the Equalists Pt.4

Helpless and incapacitated, Bolin thought back to the golden days of team Avatar, his friends, and their adventures. He reminisced on the relationships he built with the people he cared about most. How did it all come to this?! Despite his despair and disbelief he was at the mercy of Twee and Sho and whatever humiliating plans they had for him, at least until his bending returned, or so he thought. Having these twins terrorize him made him think of Dezna and Eska, although he knew those two wouldn’t even stoop to this level.

Sho gently grabbed Bolin, helping him up and over Twee’s knee who held the massive wooden paddle in his hand, looking at Bolin like he was a piece of meat. Now Bolin may be a known earthbender, lava bender, and all around strong and talented individual, however he was not well known for his pain tolerance. To his own surprise the paddle was much more painful than he anticipated, taking only a few short blows before he was audibly yelping at every smack. He attempted to wiggle off Twee’s knee with what little motor control he had thanks to the chi blocking, but Sho did a good job making sure he stayed put.

Bolin thought it would never end, taking smack after smack until there were tears running down his face. Midway through Sho looked up to see Liang in the distance, giving his best 2 members an approving nod as he watched them bring Bolin to his knees. In truth he knew breaking Bolin wouldn’t be difficult, in the end he knew it was just a means to a greater prize, but that wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying every single second. Speaking of enjoyment, Twee was having the time of his life brutalizing Bolin’s bottom.

“You benders are all the same, thinking you can skate through life relying on a gift you don’t deserve, and never having to take accountability for your actions!” Twee said as he brought down the paddle once again, eliciting quite the wail from Bolin.

When the twins finished their onslaught and finally let Bolin to the ground, he was a crying mess. He could feel the heat irradiating from his backside, not daring to touch it just yet. Before he had time to process anything else, Sho was there again, turning him to laying on his back on the play mat as Twee brought over a large case, the contents of which Bolin was afraid to see. Twee dug in, looking through the box for an appropriate size, pausing here and there to take another stare at Bolin’s less than impressive manhood, commenting on how it was “Below average”. A red faced and tear stained Bolin didn’t even have the energy to take offense. Finally Twee pulled out one he was satisfied with, giving Bolin a first look at the device. It was a small metal thing, cylindrical with a base ring. He’d never seen anything like it and in truth had no idea what it was for, though the pit in his stomach didn’t want to find out.

“It’s funny, the metal bender we had make these had no idea he’d unwittingly become a victim of the cruel devices he created. Who knows, you may meet him in one of the communal play areas here soon.” Twee said as he kneeled down, getting uncomfortably close to Bolin’s naked body.

Bolin felt chills run up his body at the feeling of another man touching his most private places. Thanks to Sho holding him down he couldn’t even see what was going on down there, but based on sensation alone he knew it couldn't be anything good. Twee finished quickly, having had much experience at this particular endeavor. Bolin was finally able to see what happened, looking down to see the device securely locked on his dick.

“Now this should help prevent any unwanted little pokey bits like we had earlier” Twee said.

“Hehe yeah brother, we wouldn’t want this little guy getting too excited!” Sho said, clearly excited about this part of the process.

“Now let’s get this guy into a clean diaper, since he absolutely flooded the last one!”

That last comment from Twee made Bolin blush as he remembered that he did in fact piss himself. He tried to reason with himself, arguing that it wasn’t his fault, that they pushed him to it. When in reality he knew deep down that he had gotten aroused from the diaper and that he only peed himself because the paddle, and the thought of being beaten with it, had scared him.

Sho took his time gently changing Bolin, lifting his legs up and carefully applying lotion to his sore butt. Bolin flinched at his touch, but relaxed upon the realization that Sho was only trying to make it feel better. Was this some good cop bad cop routine? Bolin thought, reminding him of the days when Mako was a detective for the Republic City Police. Once Sho had taped the embarrassingly cute diaper on him, he helped him sit up, bringing him into a hug as he got him situated on his lap. They sat quietly as Sho rocked back and forth, rubbing his back and whispering that everything would be ok.

In truth this was unexpected yet needed. After this long awful day, Bolin didn’t realize just how much an ounce of kindness would do for him. He allowed himself to relax into Sho’s arms, knowing he couldn’t run away even if he tried. Bolin didn’t realize that the steady rocking and back rubbing was causing him to doze off to sleep until it was too late. Twee and Sho gently got him up and into one of the cribs, then expertly poking their fingers to various points of his body, ensuring his lack of motor control continued into tomorrow.

Twee walked away, proud of the job he’d done today. In his mind any day where he got to spank and punish a bender was a good one. Sho agreed this was all necessary and that benders needed to be punished, but he had a much kinder heart than his twin brother, enjoying the more loving and caring aspects of the job. Unbeknownst to both of them, this was why Liang always put them in charge of their VIP’s, knowing well that the balance of care and severe punishment is what pushed even the most strong will’s back down to infanthood, forcing their regresse’s to attach and bond to their caregivers.

Liang approached Bolin’s crib, carefully examining him. The sight of muscular grown men in cute printed diapers, subdues and docile never ceased to bring a maniacal smile to his face. He wondered how long it would be before the right people came looking for him, and how devastated he’ll be when he’s in too deep and the effects of regression became permanent. He gently parted Bolin’s hair and toyed with his paci, making sure it was in place, then walked away knowing everything was going exactly according to plan.

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Dan's Dilemma Pt.2

After putting the bib on me, Uncle Mark started putting jars of baby food onto the counter, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. That’s when the realization hit me that I was stuck in a highchair, forced to sit there exposed to whoever came through the door. When the door opened, my sister walked in, clearly enjoying my predicament based on the grin on her face. I wonder what it feels like for her to see someone else in the position she often found herself in?

As Uncle Mark spooned the baby food into a bowl, he told me he would discuss clothes afterward, a thought that sent shivers down my spine. He took a large serving spoon from a drawer and began forcing heaps of mush down my throat. After a few spoonfuls I realized I couldn’t keep up, he was pushing the spoon to my mouth before I had a chance to swallow the previous amount. I tried to put my hand up to slow him down, only for him to slap my hand away, forcing me to grip the side of the tray in desperation. By the time he finished feeding me I had food smeared around my mouth and dripping from my chin. He came back with a rag, wiping the food from my face, then produced 2 giant baby bottles, telling me that this wasn’t anywhere near over yet.

When I finally finished embarrassingly suckling the 2 bottles down, Uncle Mark asked me why I had tried on my sister’s clothes and diapers. I told him the truth, that I wasn’t quite sure why, that I was curious about the diapers, then I wanted to know if the clothes actually covered them. To my surprise he responded with “Well did they hide the diapers?” I didn’t know what to say back, so I just told him that I thought they did. Turns out I had unintentionally put my foot into my mouth. He let me out of the highchair finally, and immediately asked me to show him. My stomach dropped at the realization that he wanted me to put my sister’s clothes back on in front of him, but after that experience in the highchair I knew saying no was not an option. I did as I was told and put them on, modeling them like he instructed all while he made comments about how cute I looked.

My sister joined in, telling me she had a party dress I should try on, of course Uncle Mark agreed and asked her to go get it for me. The dress looked too frilly and childish on my sister but on me it was even shorter. Mark disappeared for a moment, then returned with a ribbon, tying my hair up with a bow on top. I was so embarrassed that I was confident tears were well on the way. To make things worse Uncle Mark was good with his words, everytime I tried to argue that I didn’t want this he always found a clever way to turn it around and make it sound like I did. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse Uncle Mark announced that my Dad should see and decide, with that he took my arm and dragged me home.

My Dad just sat there looking at me, I wasn’t sure what he’d say considering he sent me over there in the first place. When my sister produced a pair of lace top anklet socks I was told to put them on. As soon as I got done my father reached a decision, saying “Since he seems to want all of this, he should, just no more hiding it behind closed doors”. I tried to argue but it didn’t do any good, Uncle Mark just took my arm and towed me back to his house.

That night Uncle Mark made me stand in front of a floor length mirror for a whole hour looking at myself. By the time he finally let me rest and took off the clothes he remarked “I hope you got used to seeing yourself in diapers and dresses, cause you’ll be spending a lot of time in them”.

He added another diaper over the current one I had on before he got me settled in the crib, and made sure to give me another full bottle before locking the gate in place. When he returned for the empty bottle he told me that he would be in to change me in the morning and that if I woke him up in the night I would be sorry. It took me a long time to get to sleep, and once I did I kept waking back up, until I had no choice but to finally flood my diapers. Part of me was actually happy to see Uncle Mark in the morning when he came in to change me. Once he got me out of the crib and onto the changing table he fastened a strap around my chest, followed by straps holding my wrists to the sides of the table. After taking off the diapers he raised my legs and held them up under my knees with his forearm. Suddenly I felt something poking in my butt, but with the straps I was helpless. All I could do was wiggle as he pushed something into my ass. Once he was done he quickly put my legs down and strapped on a clean diaper, followed by a pair of bright pink frilly plastic pants.

I expected him to let me down off the table, but to my surprise he kept me strapped down and told me “You should relax here for a bit and find out what it’s really like to be in diapers, I’ll be back in a bit.” Then he walked out of the nursery, leaving me strapped to the changing table blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to me.

When she returned she had several bottles in hand, almost as soon as she held one against my mouth I realized it wasn’t milk and was actually real baby formula. I hated the chalky taste, but when I turned my head away the nipple followed and wouldn’t come out of my mouth. The uncomfortable feeling in my belly told me I better not fight the bottle and instead focus on not messing my diaper. I finished the bottle and he left saying he’d be back in a minute. By the time he returned I could barely hold it in, fighting against endless waves of abdominal pain. I was so desperate that I promised I’d be good and wear my diapers and girl clothes if he’d let me use the toilet. When that didn’t work I tried to beg and plead to no avail as well. Uncle Mark just plopped a huge binky into my mouth and strapped it in place so I couldn’t spit it out.

All I could do was lay there making meaningless noises as he stood watching me. When I finally gave up he told me that it was too late, that I was going to be a baby girl and that all of my decisions would be made for me including when I get changed and how I'm dressed.

A few minutes later I had to finally give up the fight, bringing my knees up to my chest and allowing the relentless torrent of poop to explode into the seat of my diaper. At first it was such a needed relief and it felt good to let it go, then I discovered that if I put my legs back down I'd be sitting in it and spreading it around everywhere. When he returned and found out what I did he asked if I liked it, of course knowing I couldn’t respond if I tried. Uncle Mark leaned in close, staring me into my pleading eyes.

“If you do as you're told and be a good girl I will allow you to mess in the potty, but if you’re a bad sissy then you’ll start finding yourself in poopy diapers again.”

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