Gonna post some of my old stories here.

"Sorry we're late, but we had a blowout on the way over." Daddy says. "Oh no. Lucky you had a spare tire." His friend says. "Oh, not that kind of blowout." Daddy chuckles as he pats your freshly diapered bottom.

"'What's that smell?' That's the little guy here. I'd know that face anywhere. It's the face he always makes when he's poopin' his pants. I know, I know, he's such a charmer, ha ha."

“Of course they’re loud and crinkly, they’re diapers!” Daddy laughs as he playfully swats your bottom.

Realistic daddy who does your diaper changes quick and casual, not paying much attention to tape symmetry or alignment...

"Are you excited to meet Santa Claus?" Daddy asks as he tapes up your diaper. You simply give him a pouty look in response. He's placed your pacifier in your mouth and that means no talking allowed.

You walk up hesitantly to your boyfriend, or as he's taken to referring to himself, your "Daddy". He insists that's what you call him too. You've somewhat gotten used to it in private, but you're still quite embarrassed to call him that in front of others. He's chatting with a

I know you're not a baby, buddy. These aren't baby wipes, they're "Bro Wipes". It says so right here on the package. And you don't wear diapers, you wear...ah, who am I kidding? You wear diapers.

Your diaper crinkles as you cross your legs in a desperate attempt to avoid soaking yourself. "Someone's doing the potty dance." You hear Daddy say with a hint of smugness. You look up at him briefly, feeling your face flush.

"Since you've been such a good boy I'll let you pick out your own underwear today." Daddy says. Happy to be rid of your diapers for a day you open the top drawer of your dresser...only to see all your underwear is gone, replaced by various brands of diapers. You sigh.

I gently massage the front of your diaper as you sit on my lap, admonishing you to "stop fidgeting" when you get too squirmy, all while I carry on a casual conversation with my friends who've come by for a visit.

“Hey there, soggy butt!” Daddy’s friend greets you at the door with a sly grin. You bristle at hearing such a humiliating nickname, but he doesn‘t seem to think there’s anything wrong with it.

Sorry, kiddo, the couch is in the shop. You’ll have to find a new place to do your business for a few days.

Just thinking about casual diaper changes… At home, in public. Wherever and whenever Daddy or Mommy decides. You’ll find yourself lying on your back with your pants around your ankles, your diaper fully exposed.

‘What’s wrong with the TV?’ Nothing, sport. I just put some parental controls on it is all.

Dad’s got a meeting, champ. Why don’t you play with your toys like a good boy til I‘m done. Then we can go get lunch.

Me, mid diaper change: “Sorry, I gotta take this call.”

Being changed back into your already wet diaper after a spanking.

"There ya go, buddy! Good boyyy!" Daddy praises as he watches you soak your diaper for the first time, well, for the first time since you were an actual toddler, anyway. "Such a good boy!" He continues, "Good boys get to pick out a new stuffie when they go shopping with Daddy this afternoon."

Dad who makes you wear diapers “as needed” for things like long road trips, days at busy amusement parks, ect. But you can’t help but notice it’s happening more and more often. You find yourself pantless being put into diapers for almost any trip out of the house now.

You open the drawer and pull out a pair of briefs. You hear footsteps and turn, seeing Daddy standing in the doorway holding a fat disposable diaper. “Nah, we’re not doing the whole ‘underwear‘ thing today.” he says.

I’m gonna try to not have any for a week. They‘re just so many calories.

"Go on, sport. Open your present." Daddy coaxes. You reluctantly do as you're told. Your diaper crinkles loudly from under your dinosaur jammies as you scoot your butt forward on the floor, closer to the Christmas tree. You hear some of Daddy's family members giggling behind you, but you try to

Being changed back into your already wet diaper after a spanking.

I think I’m addicted to milkshakes.

Having a brat at the cookout. (You’re the brat.)

Being babysat by Daddy’s friend who calls you things like “big guy” and “boss” as he demonstrates his authority over you. “Time for your bath, big guy.” “Let’s get your diaper changed, boss.”

Being babysat by Daddy’s friend who calls you things like “big guy” and “boss” as he demonstrates his authority over you. “Time for your bath, big guy.” “Let’s get your diaper changed, boss.”

Peeking into the conference room I motion for you to join me in the hall. You blush, ignoring me as you go back to your meeting. “Come on, buddy, it’s time to change your diaper. You can come back and play with your friends after.” I say as I approach and take you by the hand.

It’s my birthday.

Okay, I’ll try it.

This is you.

Me, mid diaper change: “Sorry, I gotta take this call.”

I discovered a new laxative, half a jar of spicy salsa.

You walk through the festival with Daddy and your little brother. You feel the pressure in your bladder growing with each step. "I gotta go potty." your brother says as you walk near the porta-potties. "We'll wait for you here." Daddy says.

You can't hold it any longer, you can't help yourself. You get into a low squat. It comes easily. You feel the warm mess pushing out into the seat of your diaper. You grunt subtly from around the nipple of your pacifier as you feel your diaper sagging and straining against your denim shortalls.

This is sort of a blanket statement, but I like to cover up in bed when I sleep so I stay warm.

"Daddy?" You ask in your most childish voice. "What is it, kiddo?" Daddy replies. He takes a sip of his coffee. "Can I use the big kid potty? Please!" You ask as your stomach rumbles. Daddy laughs, choking and slightly spitting out his coffee. "Please, Daddy!" You plead.

Exhausted from a day of rigorous university classes you walk through the door and set your bag down. Daddy looks up from his spot on the sofa. "Welcome home, champ." he says as he stands. He approaches and takes you by your hand. "Let's get you into something more appropriate." he says paternally

Seated in the booth at the diner, soaking your diaper while Daddy orders for you.

Anyone wanna sit on my lap and tell me all your favorite shark or dinosaur facts while I say things like “Wow, so cool.” and “That‘s crazy, bud.”?

Well, it’s not my fault you lost your job. Since I’m paying for this place now I guess that makes me the man of the house, doesn’t it? Don’t whine about moving bedrooms, big guy. Your girlfriend and I get the main room, you get the guest room.

”Hold still, there’s some on your face.” I say as I wipe around your mouth with a damp napkin. Your diaper crinkles subtly from under your shorts as you shift your weight from foot to foot back and forth. “Stop fidgeting, champ, we’re almost done.” I say. You blush. I can’t help but chuckle.

Wet already? I just changed you.

The play-by-play guy on baseball keeps plugging northshore diapers. I’m listening with a group of friends and they’re joking about it. Little do they know I have two bags of them sitting in my closet.

Got you a shirt, buddy.

I got a little Enterprise!

Late 80’s/early 90’s inspired little outfit with elastic waistband bright colored pants with like squiggles and shapes on them, neon green or hot pink shirt, and a light colorful jacket. Also acceptable, a denim jacket. Optional sunglasses with neon colored sides.