I’ve been working on your Early Christmas gift all day. Why don’t you bring your face closer to fully appreciate it. I very much insist.

Look what’s arrived! What’s all the pouting and whining about? I told you that I was tired of waking up next to you in a wet bed. I warned you that if you kept on acting like a baby, then that’s exactly how I was going to start treating you. Now, let’s get you diapered.

Look at you, cuck. I can see you sucking your paci hard as Daddy slowly shows what you crave. Your tiny locked cock aching. The soaked diaper between your legs spreads your thighs as you kneel at the feet of a real man. I know you want to bury your face deep, I know you want to wear this. Beg.

You don’t have to call me Daddy… I want you to *NEED* to call me Daddy. Sure, being called a good boy feels nice… but doesn’t being called Daddy’s good boy make your tummy flutter more? Doesn’t it make that little cage strain just a bit tighter?

What are you doing all the way down there, boy? Start crawling up those stairs and get your face well acquainted with Daddy’s thick diaper. That’s it. Feels better, doesn’t it? More natural? It’s right where you belong.

Here’s a quick peek. Don’t worry though you’ll get a much closer look once I’ve gotten it soaked enough for you to wear.

Daww.

It’s Monday. You’re back at work or school, and some of you (bless your hearts) may start to think you’re back to being big now, just because you clocked in or cracked open a textbook. Let me remind you: You are not big. You never were. You never will be.

Don’t be silly. I don’t think of you as less of a man because of the thick crinkly baby diapers you waddle around in, or that tiny locked nub you still insist on wanting to call a cock. I don’t think of you as less of a man because simply put I’ve never thought of you as one at all. Not once.

Funny how when you wear a Sesame Street t-shirt and a diaper, everyone sees you as the little boy you truly are. But when I wear the same, they still see the Daddy in charge. Just goes to show—it’s not the clothes that make the Daddy, it’s the man wearing them.

Hey kiddo, How about today, just me and you? No school, no work—no worries. We’ll get you dressed, then it’s nothing but cartoons, cookies and Legos. A whole day of fun, just the way it should be!

Tap and swipe along to watch your Big Diaper Valentine’s Day outfit come together. Now, don’t fuss-this will keep you more than safe and secure while Daddy heads out for the evening on his date.

Knees on the floor, eyes on me. Daddy wants your full attention.

Daddy R’s Art Review 🎨🐄 Colour Choice: 10 out of 10. Staying in the Lines: 10 out of 10. Labelling Daddy as a cow: 20 out of 20… as in you’ll be spending the next 20 out of 20 minutes in time out.

The deal was that you’d tell Daddy when you needed to use the potty. If you can’t be trusted to keep your Pull-Ups dry like a big boy, then it seems we’ll have to put you back in diapers like a baby. Though from the feel of it, it’s seems you’re quite “excited” by the prospect.

BREAKING NEWS (for those of you who can actually read) Looks like those little cages won't be coming off any time soon.

Always remember to be kind and courteous to the grown ups in your life. After all, we are the ones in charge of when -and if- your diapers get changed.

I know you’re all busy filling up your diapers for BDF and pawing at your straining little cages. So I’ll keep this brief. Down ⬇️

(Starting off Bluesky with my most popular Twitter post) The choice isn't whether or not you wear a nappy on our date tonight. The only choice you have is *which* nappy you wear on our date tonight. So what'll it be?