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Two teen friends who are both beta diaper loving gooners.

Just constantly gooning at their computers and trying to encourage the other to go deeper down the rabbit hole of being porn-brained and shameless.

It starts off harmless enough, just two bros sharing their porn with each other, it's even pretty vanilla at first too, stuff you might find in a porno mag, or the front page of pornhub. Gushing about how hot the girls are and how they wish they were fucking them as they pump their cocks.

But slowly over time their porn starts to become more hardcore, gangbangs, bukkakes, exhibitionism. But still relativity normie, nothing that seems super out of the ordinary. Plus it's healthy to masturbate, everyone does it! There's nothing to worry about.

And they both have so much fun sharing and discussing porn with eachother, it's practically a bonding experience!

They both start experimenting and looking at more weird kinks on the internet, just out of curiosity. Half the time they'll send a picture with a weird or out there kink to their friend to laugh at and joke about.

"Dude how could anyone be into that!"

But eventually one of them stumbles upon diapers and they get butterflies in their stomach just looking at it.

They try to send some to their friend as a "joke" and their friend tries to play along but they seem much more half hearted about it than usual.

Unbeknownst to the other they both end up jerking off looking at pictures of diapers that night.

It quickly becomes a dirty secret that they hide from each other, both now masturbating furiously to diapers several times a day.

A tension builds between them as this secret seems to grow more and more, it's hard to talk about porn all the time when more than half of the porn you consume is about diapers.

Finally one of them can't stand it anymore and confesses to his friend that he loves diapers.

The other is so relieved and admits that they ALSO love diapers. They both laugh at how stupid they were for hiding it and they feel even closer now now that they can share how much they both just ADORE diapers together.

Sending pictures or stories that focus primarily on diapers becomes a common occurrence between the two.

They still do look at other porn though, and it only continues to get more weird and out there.

One of them discovers gooning, the other might have found cuckolding.

They no longer hide when they find something arousing anymore, that only puts a strain on their relationship! It's better to be open and honest.

"Dude I love jerking my beta dick to porn all day!"

"Bro if I ever get a girlfriend I hope she cucks me, that shit makes me cum so hard!!"

It's soon after this time that they start challenging one another to become more porn-addicted.

"I bet you can't cum 6 times in a day dude!"

"Well I bet you can't jerk it for 4 hours straight!"

And soon their kinks start to get involved.

"I bet you couldn't cum in only a pullup for the next week"

"Well how about you wet one and wear it the whole day!"

The challenges quickly change from that and instead into a competition of who can do something more depraved or shameless.

"Oh man I blew like 3 loads into my thick soggy diaper!"

"Oh yeah? Well I came in mine 4 times and I also messed it!"

Soon enough it starts bleeding out into the rest of their lives, partially because neither one can keep it hidden, but also because they don't WANT it to be.

They freely admit to anyone at school that they're a beta, or that yes they ARE wearing a diaper.

And that's even if they bother going to school in the first place. Why go to school when you can sit at home on your computer and goon in your thick crinkly diaper?

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At some point there comes a trend from their favorite porn makers: Mom ntr

It drives them absolutely wild, they goon to it like crazy.

The only thing that makes them cum harder than the idea of being cucked by their own mom is being cucked by their mom while in diapers!

For months they fantasize about it, regaling each other with their horny day dreams.

"God I want to watch my mom get gangbanged!"

"I would do anything to be my mom's diapercuck!"

Just a wild back and forth for a long time, before finally they can't take it anymore and start to try and make it a reality.

The only reason they hadn't been caught before about being diaper betas was because they put SOME effort into hiding it at home. No longer!

"Accidentally" leaving the door open when they're masturbating. "Absentmindedly" stretching in front of them to show some diaper peekage. Not so subtly suggesting that their mom should start dating again.

This advances into leaving mom ntr porn open on their computer "by accident". Or forgetting to put pants on when they come down for breakfast, a soaked diaper emblazoned with a handwritten "diapercuck". Personally helping their mom's set up a Tindr account.

"It's fine mom, you and dad separated a long time ago. You deserve to be happy and have some fun!"

"You look so great that plenty of guys will jump at the chance to be with you!"

At this point the two boys pretty much spend their entire time trying to get their moms to cuck them.

Both the moms are concerned about their kid. They try looking things up online, but most resources aren't helpful. It also doesn't help that the porn that their son's are looking at seems to make them hot and bothered as well.

And the flattery they get from their sons is nice. And maybe their advice has some merit!

So they go on a couple of dates, and it helps them feel so much younger, it's refreshing to feel wanted and desired again.

But they take things slow and are just feeling things out.

The two boys are incredibly happy with this development and frequently goon out to their fantasies coming ever closer to reality.

The teens feel a special bond with each other, constantly whacking off to fetish porn entwining them in a unique way.

They try and meetup, after spending so long conversing over the internet it only feels appropriate that they see each other irl. They discover that they actually live much closer than they would've thought, just a 20 minute drive away!

From that point constant hang-outs and sleepovers become the norm. It also makes their gooning sessions so much hotter when they have their best friend next to them doing the same thing.

"Oh god bro you look so hot smooshing your diaper!"

"I'm gonna cream if you keep rubbing your diapertent like that!"

It becomes a common sight for one of the mom's to walk in on her son and his friend smooshing their diapers together, or huffing each others padding in a Huggies clad 69 as cuck porn plays in the background.

Moaning about who's more of a beta or cuck, or who loves their diapers more as they helplessly cream over and over into their thirsty padding.

This also brings in the unintentional side-effect that the moms meet one another. Finally meeting someone who also has a son in the same predicament: Being a total diaper obsessed betacuck.

They're able to trade stories and bond over their parenting experience. They also come to the realization that these are the first real friends either of their sons have had and how happy it makes them, despite the bizarre circumstances.

They talk about how their sons encouraged them to start dating again, and how nice and freeing it's been.

The two moms actually end up becoming fast friends, and soon start going on frequent double dates. Much to their son's delight.

Having a friend and ally also makes the mom's feel much more happy and calm to explore their sexuality as well.

They start having sex on their dates, typically at a hotel or the man's house. But occasionally one of the moms might have a one night stand at their own house. Their son gooning like mad to the sound of their mom's moans before bragging about it to his friend. Who in response will try even harder to convince his own mom to have some adult fun with a proper man.

One of the mom's confides in her friend how she's actually started to actively look at her son's porn and how hot she's been finding it.

The other mom is embarrassed to agree with her. Admitting that she finds the idea of diapering her son or fucking a man in front of him to be incredibly arousing.

To find that they have this in common is incredibly relieving. Maybe it isn't so abnormal then, if their friend also has the same thoughts.

The mom's start pushing the boundaries themselves. Giving an occasional diaper check when their son is on the couch "just to make sure they don't leak."

"Accidentally" sending their own son a pic of themselves from when they were on a date.

The thrill of it and the elated reaction they received from it all only made the moms want to go further. It also didn't help that they were egging each other on, justifying it as "helping them with their natural urges" or as "a reward for being such a good boy".

This soon became "forgetting" to close the door when they were having sex with a hookup. Offering to change a messy diaper when they were particularly full "I just don't want you to get a rash honey!"

The teens were more than happy encourage this behavior further.

It almost became a game of who could push the envelope further between the moms and their sons.

It didn't take long for things to develop where the boys purposefully started leaking in their diapers so their moms would either buy them thicker diapers or offer to take over changing them "since you aren't being responsible enough to do it yourself, of course."

Or a son coming home from a sleepover at his friend's house to find his mom being plowed right in the middle of the living room because she "forgot that he was coming home this early."

A son recommending a date to his mom "Oh you should definitely see this guy, I've heard he has a HUGE cock"

A mom asking a son if he'd like to show her his favorite porno or hentai on the living room tv "I'm just curious what sorts of things you're interested in these days!"
The situation finally hits the point of no return once one of the boy's birthday comes up.

His mom throws him a surprise party, the only other people in attendance seemingly being his gooner best friend and their mom.

Everything seems pretty normal, there's balloons and streamers, and a nice stack of gifts on the table. But everyone seems a bit nervous or like they're hiding their excitement. Obviously they have something more planned.

For a while things are relatively normal (or as normal as can be for the two families)

The boys are gushing in the living room about diaper commercials or a new ntr doujin they saw. The mom's are having a quiet chat in the kitchen.

But finally it's time to open gifts! The teen first unwraps a physical comic by his favorite artist featuring his waifu in several ntr situations, his mom had it commissioned for him!
After that was a onesie emblazoned in bold letters "Momma's Lil DiaperCuck!"

And then a hefty package of the brand new Pampers 'Baters for Teens, that boasted about it's extra thickness and having a lube infusion in the core to help overactive teens have a much more fun and cushy time on their next "play" session.

Almost all of the gifts followed this sort of route, lots of different packs of diapers, cute outfits, or different types of porn. There was even a body pillow of one of their favorite video game characters suggestively showing off their diapers on it!

The birthday almost couldn't believe it, he never could have wished for better presents. The items in and of themselves was already making him aroused, it seemed to be having a similar affect on his friend as well if his squirming was any indication (he also wasn't afraid to voice how jealous he was of all the lewd items he was getting.) But the fact that it was his own MOM who got him these presents. That she knew he would like all of these things and then willingly went out and got them for him. The acknowledgement that he was a beta diapercuck gooner and she was now ENCOURAGING it! That was making him pitch the biggest tent he's ever had in his crinkly padding.

After unwrapping his final gift he rushed over to his mom and gave her the largest hug he could muster as he cried out "Thank You's!"

His mom embracing him and telling him how much she loved him.

Tears pricked at the boy's eyes as he squeezed her closer, feeling so happy and accepted.

He was also hornier than he'd ever been before in his life (and that's saying something!)

His mom smiled down at him as she pulled away from the embrace as he had started unintentionally humping against her.

"Hehe, slow down honey we still need to have your birthday dessert!"

The teen sobered up slightly "Oh yeah, where's the cake?"

"Well actually honey, I thought this year you might appreciate having a nice warm creampie instead~"

His mom smiled mischievously as she turned to his friend's mom who was leading in several very large and imposing men from the other room. They all carried themselves with the utmost self assurance, an air of confidence enveloping them. They were the epitome of Alpha Men.

They had easygoing smiles as they casually looked the boy's moms up and down.

Some of them going even further by brazenly feeling them up with a fondle or squeeze, giving some offhand well wishes as they passed the birthday boy to get to the milfs in front of them.

One of them tousled his hair good naturedly "Happy Birthday kid!" before descending upon his mom as well.

The boy felt his cock strain in the confines of his padded prison as he watched the scene unfold. The army of men ravishing the two mom's in front of him, quickly stripping them of their clothes and leaving them nude before their own sons.

He turned to his friend for some kind of confirmation that this was all real and not just an elaborate fantasy that he was dreaming only to find him practically drooling as he openly palmed and squished at his now exposed diaper.

The gooner was quick to follow his example.

The two boys shot multiple loads into their pampers as they watched the show their moms were putting on for them, their padding easily soaking up the cummy mess.

The two moms seemed almost possessed as they sucked and fucked the mass of men in seemingly every position imaginable.

They were propped up against every wall, rammed on top of every counter. Ravished atop tables or fucked silly on a couch. Moaning in ecstasy and pleasure as those men unloaded a seemingly endless amount of cum either on or in them.

After hours upon hours filthy debauchery the men finally seemed to have their fill and decide to leave. They're courteous enough to leave the worn out milfs splayed out on the couch, fucked out of their minds and covered in an obscene amount of cum.

When the birthday boy's mom finally regains her senses she tiredly smiles at her son before spreading her legs and beckoning him closer. Revealing to him her abused pussy that's slowly leaking a torrent of jizz.

"Come get your creampie honey, momma made it nice and warm, just for you~"

He didn't need to be told twice as he hungrily dug into the best meal of his life, causing his mom to moan in pleasure and satisfaction.

He was too lost in his own world to notice that his friend was invited to clean off his own mother, enthusiastically licking every inch of white cream off of her body.

The two not even conscious of themselves humping there now cum soaked diapers against whatever part of their own mother's that they could.

The mom's for their part just laughing at their son's earnest neediness.

From then on the dynamic had changed, everything was now out in the open. The two beta boys now officially being their mom's diapercucks, a title they wore with pride and were happy to tell anyone (regardless of if they asked or not)

The two mothers had never felt closer to their sons, and while it was certainly unorthodox, if everyone was happy about it what was the harm?

After several months of sexy flings and escapades the mom's discovered that they actually had romantic feelings for one another and it wasn't long after that they started dating and moving into one house together. Essentially making the two gooners go from best friends to practically brothers.

The two mom's now lovers still had plenty of men over, while they may not have feelings for them they were still great for fucking.

The boys also learned that the only thing better than your mom cucking you while you're stuck in diapers is having TWO moms who cuck you while you're in diapers. Especially when they were so happy to do it!

The boys now shared a room (their mom's jokingly call it the "goon cave") which they spent plenty of time in doing exactly what you think they would when they weren't too busy ogling their mom's being fucked around the house.

They were now diapered 24/7 to the mutual pleasure of themselves and their mothers in only the thickest and cushiest pamps.

cleanup duty became a new "chore" that the boys always looked forward to.

Meals including breastfeeding became a common occurrence as well.

The two betas would forever stay pamper clad virgins, the closest they would ever get to sex is huffing each others filled diapers or humping against their mom's thigh while nursing and they were more than happy to keep it that way.

Who ever said being a huge Beta Momma's Boy DiaperCuck Gooner couldn't be a good thing?

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Riley and friends in the woods behind their house playing manhunt, making great use of the water guns their parents got them all to play with.

Keeping a sharp lookout from behind a tree as they pump up their super soaker. Ben 10 Pull-Up hidden beneath their baggy cargo pants.

Everyone laughing or screeching as they get the drop on someone or get soaked themselves. By the time everyone's been caught each teen is thoroughly soaked, damp shirts clinging to their skin and everyone in waddling in waterlogged padding.

Riley's parents calling out that they've finished setting up for the party, so they and all their friends rush to the backyard. All of Riley's friend's parents are there too, which is helpful since all of the teens are in desperate need of a change.

Teens casually chatting and joking with one another as their parents rip open the tapes of diapers or help their kid step out of sopping wet pull-ups before powdering them up and getting them fixed into some fresh and dry padding.

Now that everyone is nice and clean Riley's parents hand out two packs of Yu-Gi-Oh cards to every kid present. Apparently they bought a whole box of em!!

Riley and their friends gathering in a circle as they each open their packs and gush or lament about what they got.

Riley getting a Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon in their first pack and then a Toon World in their second which means they can actually use the first card.

Their friends hollering about how lucky they are, Riley certainly agrees but it definitely feels deserved since it's their bday!!

Riley can't stop their tail from wagging back and forth happily as they duel against their friends with their new deck, an audible rustling coming from their pull-up.

After a while Riley's parents call time for cake, after which will be presents, the teens immediately rush over!

Riley is in the middle with all of their friends crowded around them as their dad lights the candles on the cake.

For some reason it seems to always be the same amount of candles every year, but no one seems to pay it any mind or think it's unusual.

Riley can't stop the smile on their face (they're trying their best to contain their laughter!) as everyone starts singing happy birthday as half of their friends are trying to do it in the worst and goofiest voice they can as others jostle and shake them around to the tune.

Finally after some giggles and laughs Riley gets their composure back and they think of their wish:
"I hope next year and every year after that is just as good and nice as this one!!"
Before blowing out the candles.

Riley's friends all gather around and congratulate them, some giving hugs, others a playful punch on the shoulder or an affectionate noogie.

Riley's dad cuts up the cake and helps pass it around, Riley is sat on their mom's lap while they're served their cake.

Their mom opens her shirt to reveal her already leaking nipples, Riley is still breastfed during most meals. Lots of their friends are the same, and around the backyard every teen is having milk, whether that be in a bottle, sippy cup, or straight from the tap.

After all the padded up teens get their fill of cake and milk (and then another round of diaper changes after that.) It was time to open presents!

All eyes were on Riley as they ripped open one present after the other, always making sure to thank whoever gifted it after each one.

They got lots of toys and action figures, Legos, Bionicles, frog plushes, books (mostly ABOUT frogs), LOTS of diapers (Naruto themed Huggies, Treasure Planet Luvs, Mountain Dew Gamer Pants, Legend of Zelda Pampers, etc.) All of which Riley loved!

But what really got them excited was the last gift, unwrapped with zeal to reveal a skateboard who's deck was emblazoned with psychedelic looking frogs.

Riley hugged their parents tight as they thanked them for the gifts and also begged to go try out their new skateboard.

Their parents laughed and hugged Riley close before telling them to make sure they were back home before it got dark. So they and their friends (after they had grabbed their own skateboards, or else roller blades and bikes) and went riding around the neighborhood.

Some of Riley's more experienced friends showed them how to do certain tricks, or gave them tips on how to ride and balance better.

Falling still sucked, but overall it was very fun and they felt cool. Time passed quickly and they rushed home once the sky started to get dark.

The official party was wrapping up, Riley hugging and saying goodbye to most of their friends. But their absolute closest friends were staying for a sleepover, so as the last of the guests left they made their way inside their house only to find another small pile of presents.

Riley's mom and dad tell them that they wanted to save these for later because they knew as soon as they opened these ones they'd just want to stay inside all day.

Riley was quick to pounce on them and unwrap them all to reveal an Xbox along with an extra controller as well as several games (Halo 2, Morrowind, Fable, Jet Set Radio.) They were practically vibrating with excitement as their tail thumped erratically. Once again rushing to their parents to squeeze them with the biggest hug they could manage as they belted out as many "Thank You's!!" as they could in one breath. Their dad gave them a crushing hug and an affectionate (and crinkly!) squeeze of their bottom. While their mom gave them an equally nice hug and kiss on the cheek as they both wished Riley a Happy Birthday.

Riley's cheeks warmed and their tummy felt fluttery as they became filled with love and contentment.

Afterwards Riley and their best friends made quick work opening the Xbox and getting it set up to work in living room, while Riley's mom got to work ordering dinner.

All the teens were changed into their pajamas before the food arrived, each insisting they HAD to wear the Ultra Thick, Extra Absorbent Mountain Dew Gamer Pants for LEET Gamers. Assuring Riley's mom and dad that it would SURELY help them play better tonight.

The freshly changed and pampered teens were gathered around the tv when dinner arrived in the form of A Lot of pizza and soda.

Riley had decided it'd be best to play Halo 2 since it was the only one with co-op. Two could play the campaign on legendary and switch off when one of them died. So there all the diapered teens were, crowded around, playing games and eating pizza. Riley's mom or dad would come around and make sure if anyone needed a change (which was often) or bring some fresh drinks or snacks before they finally went to bed.

They ended up staying up all night playing. And as Riley saw the sun rise from the window and looked around and saw their best buds laughing and playing around. Taking a sip of their soda and enjoying the feel of their soggy pampers. They thought "Best birthday ever."

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Teenfur coming down the stairs for Christmas, his little brother rushing past him on the way to the tree chanting "Presents! Presents! Presents!"

Sitting on the floor by their lil bro (who's shaking with excitement) as they take in the scene.

Everyone's still in pajamas, mom's snuggled in the corner of the couch steaming coffee in hand and a gentle smile on her face.

Dad already has his expensive camera in hand and is snapping pictures (He always makes sure to get pictures for a Christmas card to send out to family)

There's a fire roaring in the fireplace helping keep the room toasty. The tree is littered with ornaments, glittering lights, and sparkly decorations.

A veritable mountain of presents are strewn beneath it, all wrapped in an assortment of festive paper.

But behind all of those is another series of packages all wrapped in the same red and white paper and a tag proclaiming them to be from Santa.

Which is weird since the teen and his brother are already aware that Santa isn't real.

He points at them in a silent question to his mom and she just gives him a knowing wink.

The teenfur shrugs it off as just being a new weird tradition his parents are trying to start. He's not going to question it if it means he gets more presents.

After his dad finishes taking his preliminary photos the two boys are given permission to start opening their gifts.

They have to take turns, partly so their dad can take photos more easily, but also so their parents can better savor their reactions.

They're about halfway through when the teen's lil bro complains that they're being too slow and that he should hurry up.

"Hey champ, remember that conversation we had about being more responsible and setting a good example?" Their dad pipes in.

The little brother jumps from having been called out, before smiling and nodding their head "Oh yeah! Sorry dad!!"

The teen isn't really sure what that was all about, his brother was only 10 so he can understand why he was a bit overzealous and impatient. But he guesses that you're never too young to learn SOME responsibility. So they go back to opening presents.

The second half of present opening seems to be almost entirely gifts for their little brother. The teen isn't sure what to feel about that. Not that he's going to complain.

He's happy to get ANY presents at all, and he doesn't want to seem ungrateful. Maybe he's just been asking for more expensive things so it was more of a quality over quantity thing?

What he finds more weird is that whenever he reaches for one of the presents "From Santa" his parents always say those will get opened last. So maybe he'll have more presents in those?

By the time his lil bro is finished opening the last of the regular presents they're both pretty happy with their haul this year.

The teen's brother getting lots of toys and Lego's a Young Scientist Kit, and games for his Switch.

They both got a shared gift of an Xbox Series X and games to go with it which was a big highlight!

The teenfur himself got art supplies, books, clothes, and some new PC games.

But there were still the Santa gifts.

After their dad had finished taking another round of photos and the brothers had consolidated their respective gift piles, the Santa presents were finally addressed by their mom as she told the teen he could finally open his gifts from the Big Man himself.

The teen was a bit confused, that seemed like a lot of gifts JUST for him (even when taking into consideration the difference in regular presents!) which didn't seem fair to his lil bro. Which he pointed out to his parent's to make sure there wasn't some mix-up.

His little brother actually answered for them by saying he was "Perfectly happy not to share any of Santa's presents" which caused their parents to laugh.
So apparently the teen was the ONLY one not in the loop about what was going on.

Finally grabbing a Santa gift the teen was quick to unwrap it, and his heart stopped at what was revealed: The Holiday Edition of the Pampers Deluxe Poofy Diapers for Teens
He wasn't sure if his stomach was filling with dread or butterflies as the package crinkled in his hands.

He'd been interested in diapers for as long as he could remember, and it'd only gone into overdrive once he'd hit puberty and learned about ABDL, with his regular obsession turning into a strong fetish. But he was SURE that'd he'd kept his interest hidden!

He tried to keep his cool and laugh it off "Oh.. Ha ha..! V-very funny j-joke guys!!"

He couldn't help how hot his face flushed, or how he was starting to get hard in his pajama pants as he clutched the package of diapers. Just imagining how similar this whole situation was to diaperfics that he'd pawed off to in the past as he fantasized about them being his reality.

His mom was the one to swoop in first, hugging the teenfur close, soothingly rubbing a hand through his fur before leading him to the couch.

She assured him that the diapers were NOT a joke before she confessed that she had snooped through his computer (to look for gift ideas!!) when she came across all of the pictures and stories he had saved and bookmarked.

She told him about how she researched online all about diapers and ABDL and whether it was good and healthy. Before finally discussing it with his dad (and eventually lil bro) and they came to the decision that there wouldn't be anything wrong in entertaining and indulging in the teen's interest.

"Especially since he'd been such a good and special boy this year" She'd finished with a kiss on his cheek.

The teenfur was still a bit shellshocked so his dad told him that maybe he should open a few more gifts while he thinks everything over.

He timidly started opening more gifts that were more embarrassing and exciting than the last: Onesies, pacifiers, a Diaper Training Chart, holiday themed diaper covers, diaper stuffers

His thoughts were a whirlwind. His family knew. His parents knew that he liked diapers.

His parents knew he LOVED diapers. That he jerked off to the thought of being put back in diapers countless times! And they were okay with it!!

They bought him diapers! They were encouraging him to wear diapers!! (and if that chart was anything to go off of, to use them too!!)

His little brother knew! His lil bro knew that his older brother wanted to be put back into diapers and use them for everything, and he was totally cool with it!!

The teen was having a hard time hiding his raging boner in his pajama pants that did little to help the situation.

The next gift he unwrapped was a hooded onesie of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (with a glowing nose and antlers and everything!) along with a sleigh bell harness.

Hugging them close he turned back to his family and sheepishly asked if he could wear them.

His mom almost couldn't contain her shriek of excitement as she assured him she would help him put it on.

She started stripping him right there in the living room, the teen tried to protest but his mom assured him that he'd need to get used to this sort of treatment sooner or later.

Which he couldn't really argue with (or more accurately didn't WANT to argue with, the idea of this becoming a regular occurrence only making him harder) so he started to comply.

Soon enough he was completely nude in front of his whole family, his cock fully out of its sheath and standing at attention.

His mom just giggled as she began dressing him in his new Rudolph onesie, his dick twitched at every touch and caress.

But before she buttoned up the bottom she informed him that it wouldn't fit right unless he was diapered.

His cock lurched and tail wagged as he gulped and nodded "O-of course..!"

His mom helped him lay down on the floor before she tore open his new package of Pampers and pulling one out, it was incredibly thick and emblazoned with holly leaves and snowflakes.

She quickly unfolded it before having him lift up his butt and sliding it beneath him doing a quick job of securing the tail tapes.

When his tush finally hit the pillowy padding he thought he might pass out from how lightheaded he felt. Nothing had ever felt so fluffy and nice before! His cock was constantly twitching now and leaking copious amounts of precum.

He was vaguely aware of his mom smiling down at him and his dad hovering in the periphery take photos of the whole process.

But he was only paying attention to the feeling of the diaper beneath him. HIS diaper. And the feeling of his mom pulling the front of HIS diaper over his throbbing arousal. Feeling her meticulously wrapping and taping his diaper on. Feeling his cock encapsulated entirely in it's padded confines, already absorbing the fluids from his NEED.

The teen's mom firmly patted his diaperfront and that was all it took to finally send him over the edge.

He bucked his hips into the air, grinding into his mom's caring hand as he shot rope after rope into his thirsty Pampers. His vision went cloudy and he moaned uncontrollably as he had the longest and strongest orgasm of his life. Gushing a torrent of cum, all to be safely caught and absorbed in his diaper.

He was so out of it he didn't even notice his mom finish buttoning up his onesie and putting his sleigh bell harness onto him.

Once the teenfur was finally cognizant again his little brother laughed "Dude! You REALLY like diapers!!"

It wasn't even teasing, just a genuine surprise and statement of fact. He blushed, but he couldn't say anything to the contrary given what he'd just did "I ugh.. Y-yeah..!"

His dad ruffled his hair before helping put his hood up to finish off his attire, the antlers would wobble and the bells would jingle with even the slightest movement.

"How about you finish opening the rest of your presents bud?"

The teen returned to opening his gifts, now with a noticeable waddle to his gait as his dad returned to taking pictures.

And even though he'd cum only a few minutes ago he was already feeling himself get hot and bothered once again as he opened more presents.

He'd gotten more packs of diapers Huggies Ultra-Supreme for Bedmessing Teens, Pampers SuperSoakers for Big Wetters, Luvs Afterdark Diapers for Naughty Cubs, Swim Diapers, and Pull-ups!

Plus more clothes designed to be worn over a diaper or shirts featuring sayings like: "Momma's Lil Stinker" or "Big 'Little' Brother", along with some naughty gifts like a Magic Wand.

He'd gotten a tent in his diapers from all of these while also thinking about how his dad was photographing all of this. That he'd probably be sending pictures of this to the rest of the family. That EVERYONE he knows is going to know that he's back in diapers and he LIKES it. That he is DiaperBoy and he absolutely LOVES it.

The teenfur's final gift was definitely the largest, and when he unwrapped it he revealed a cartoonish rocking horse.

Very plush, with a smiling face and a mane and tail of yarn. His little brother was quick to point out that the seat vibrated.

The teen hugged his parents tightly and thanked them for everything. They wished him a Merry Christmas as they hugged him back.

His mom suggested maybe he give his rocking horse a try. Already plenty horny, he was quick to hop onto the saddle. Feeling how good his padding felt squished against the seat encouraged him to start rocking and humping against his new horsie.

Behind him, his lil bro flipped the switch to turn the seat on causing the teen to whine in pleasure as the vibrations jolted up through his Pampers.

His dad came up beside him, lining up his camera "Oh! Maybe this could be on the front of the Christmas Card!"

The teen lost themselves in pleasure as he humped vigorously against his new toy, spurred on by every member of his family.

He ended up spending hours like that, cumming over and over again in his diapers. Showing his love and appreciation for all his new gifts!!

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Rich identical twins (bro & sis) who never got potty trained as a show of wealth & luxury.

Dad is a famous author (used family wealth and connections to get there) and art collector.

They all live on a lavish estate attended to by maids and servants.

The twins are practically inseparable, they do everything together (whether that be playing, sleeping, or something more naughty~) and get easily distressed when away from each other.

Practically always touching one another in some form or another, at the very least holding hands.

Dad keeps them dressed in matching or themed/coordinated outfits so they're always a matching pair (which they just love!!)

As well as the finest diapers money can buy! Striking a deal with all the major diaper brands to make high quality personal diapers just for his kids.

So they're always adorned with softest and most comfortable diapers imaginable, whether that be: Pampers "Royals" with a high density quilted core and maximum plushness, Luvs "Cloud 9" with extreme thickness and absorption tech so it always feels like you have a cloud between your legs, or Huggies Premium "Aristo'Tots" which features beyond its reinforced tapes and leg guards (for even the most rich and decadent messes) an especially loud and crinkly outer shell (so everyone can hear that you're wearing the best there is!!)

Or for special occasions and outings they might be clad in a particularly luxuriant Diapèr that was custom made just for them. Hand crafted and lined with Merino wool and festooned with precious gems or emblazoned with intricate embroidering.

All to grace their soft tushies.

The twins usually begin their day getting woken up from having their diapers changed by a maid or servant in their Olympian sized Montessori bed. Their pampers warm and mucky from a night of full use.

Groggily holding hands as they're powdered and fastened into new diaps.

Their dad does genuinely love the two of them (in more ways than one~) and when he isn't busy working (whether that be writing or going to meetings with his publisher/editor) he spends all of his time with the twins doting on them and spoiling them. Playing games or changing their frequently used diapers.

The twins for their part ADORE their dad. Always stretching up on their tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek for good luck whenever he leaves for a meeting, their dad looking extra sharp in a form fitting suit and tie.

The watch on his wrist costing as much as a car.

And the two are there to greet him at the door right when he gets back. Guiding him to the living room as they relieve him of his tie and jacket. Kneeling before him as they untie and discard his Oxfords.

Sidling up on either side of him, hands reverently wandering his chest. Dad, for his part, pulls his kids close before idly groping and squishing their thoroughly used padded as he recounts his day.

Mushing and teasing each in turn as the two try not to get distracted.

Dad getting aroused from feeling up the twin's fully used pampers, his cock twitching in his dress pants.

The twins moaning and squirming from their dad playing with their poopy pants.

Dad finally relenting with his story and allowing the twins to play their ~special game~

The two get back to kneeling before their dad as they hastily fish his turgid cock out of his pants. After a few cursory pumps and squeezes they lean in close and begin to kiss and lick at his hardness.

Dad rewards them by pressing and rubbing his feet against their diaperfronts.

They hump and grind hungrily against him, chasing the pleasure as much as they can. One of the twins dutifully servicing his while the other polishes his balls, before they switch off. Trying their best to pleasure their father.

They can feel him getting close, and the twins are approaching their own orgasm rapidly as well. So as they ravenously rub and squish their diapers against his legs, they come together to worship his head. Their tongues intertwining and lips coalesce around his engorged tip. Sloppily making out around their dad's arousal, until with some vigorous twitches he explodes. He goes rigid, his feet press hard against their bulky and arousal soaked diapers causing the twins to go over the edge as well. They moan into each other's mouth and against his cock as they ride the waves of their orgasm, filling their padding with just another mess. Their dad's cock firing shot after shot between their interlocked lips. They shared everything, and this gift from their dad was one of their favorites to do so with.

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Two dominant diaper loving kids/teens who challenge each other to see who can turn their own dad into the biggest diaperslut possible
They slip diuretic pills into their dad's drink or stick their hand in water while they're sleeping to make sure they wet the bed
After a week of accidents each kid insists to their dad that he needs to start wearing diapers, it's the responsible thing to do!!
The dads try to change their diapers in private, but their kid accidentally walks in on them changing their diaper and the kid immediately takes over, "Your tape job was awful! Are you wanting to leak??"

Night time accidents become daytime accidents and these dad's are being changed by their own sons at every hour of the day

The diapers their kid buys for them become increasingly bulkier and more babyish, but any protest is met by a paci being inserted into their mouth, their dad blushing as they involuntarily suckle on it

The dad's try to potty train themselves but their son's quickly shut that down with a combination of locking the bathroom doors, but also implementing a diaper training chart. The dads now get praised for using their diapers and sent to time out if they even think about asking to use the potty

Inevitably the dads start messing their diapers and immediately immediately their kid will fawn over them, squishing and rubbing and hefting their poopy seat while cooing about how big of a mess they made

The kids finally begin upping the ante, daring eachother to turn their dad into a bigger and bigger baby
One of them will lead their dad to the store in a onesie that does nothing to hide their diaper, a pacifier clipped to the front and planted firmly between his lips. Making him carry his own pack of big babyish diapers to the register
The other will take their dad to the mall and change their poopy diaper right in front of everyone. The dad covering their heated face as they get hard in the middle of a change. All the onlookers puzzled about how such a big strong dad was being babied by their much smaller son

The kids set up a little playdate between their dads, having them play outside in the backyard in the sandbox or inside locked inside the playpen.
The dads would inevitably end up exploring each others bodies, rubbing each other's soggy diapers, frotting their needy diaper tents together while they made out, huffing one anothers diaperseat while they fill them up
All while their sons watch on and coo over them. Praising them for enjoying their diapers

The sons telling their dads it's time for some "milk", the dads bobbing their heads up and down their own son's length while dressed in only a heavily stained pair of Huggies.The plastic of their diaper front pulled taut from arousal.
The sons are sitting side by side on the couch, playing video games, while their dads do their best to get their "milk" from out of them. Uselessly humping their diapers against the air

The dads become total diapersluts to their sons that are only half their size, letting them choose when they get changed and where. Deciding when they get to cum and how, obediently following their son's every order
If their son wants to fuck their freshly loaded poopy Pampers while they're taking a walk in the park then they'll get on all fours immediately, tongue lolling out in excitement as their padded manhood quickly hardens
If a dad has his friends over for a barbeque and his son decides he needs a diaper change immediately and in front of everybody, then he'll even help by pulling down his pants!

Dad's who just love using and filling their diapers for their diaper loving pervert sons!!!

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Being a diapercuck teen who lives in a religious community.

Anytime someone questions you on why you're waddling around town with your dirty diaper on display you'd just quote something like Matthew 18:1-5
"How can you be anymore like a child than being in diapers 24/7 and doing everything in them!! Children are naturally playful, and there's nothing more fun than playing with my tented diaperfront!! Spurting exclusively in my massive crinkly diapers is the easiest and most true way to make a connection with the Holy Father and guarantee that you make it into heaven!!"

Just reciting off scripture as to justify that you never want to be potty trained and only have diapersex.

You get pulled aside by the head priest and they point to you as an example, "If you want to get into heaven, you need to be more like this."
You're just being an unashamed diapercuck teen, mindlessly rubbing your diapertent in front of the entire congregation.
You only receive constant encouragement from the priest, they tell anyone they meet that you're basically a living saint.

All of the adults in the community obviously want their kid to be good and righteous and go to heaven as well and so start to actively encourage their own kids to become diapercucks as well.

You and all of the other diapercuck teens in Sunday school humping and rubbing your diapers together while a nun or church helper cooes at you or tells you all bible stories/parables about how to behave like a properly obsessed diapercuck.

You get your diaper changed on top of the church altar in front of the whole congregation!!

Kissing and worshipping a balled up poopy diaper from one of your fellow diapered teens is how a diapercuck like you now gives communion!!

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A preteen gets lost and accidentally stumbles upon Pamperton, a colorful and fun boulevard inhabited by muppet-like people and creatures who are intent on making sure the preteen goes back into diapers and learns to love them!!

There are also other kids around their age who have also mysteriously found themselves in Pamperton as well. Some having embraced their new cozy diapered life. While others firmly reject being treated in such an infantilizing way.
The muppets are sure that with enough time and effort, they'll manage to get all of these kiddos smiling and happy to be changed into their diapers!!

The preteen gets taken on plenty of little field trips or adventures around Pamperton. Learning about the life cycle from a felted frog. Or being taught on how to play nice with their friends by a creature made of brightly colored faux fur. But interspersed between all of those lessons one of the larger and more parental muppets would be checking the tween's diaper. Or an Elmo proxy would giggle about how nice and soft their diaper is while giving the kid a hug.

In between all of their "regular" adventures would be a big lesson on why it's important to never use the potty, or how good kids love their diapers. And all of these fuzzy denizens would sing a song on how you don't need to cry when you leak in your pants, cause that just means you need bigger Pamps!!

The preteen would try and resist at first. Thinking themselves to "big and mature" to need to wear diapers. But after so much constant pressure and encouragement their defenses would be slowly whittled down.

The little munchkin muppets would make constant remarks on how cute and nice the kid seemed when they were wearing their diapers. And make allusions how they seem more sad and grumpy any time they were caught wearing undies.
A very large and motherly muppet who resembled a dragon would make sure to give the preteen plenty of "special" diaper changes. Coaxing the kid into making a sticky mess in their Pampers by rubbing and smooshing their padding.
Always giving them so much praise afterwards, hugging the tween to her felted scales or tickling them with her pillow like horns.
The muppet who lives in the diaper pail would constantly bemoan how they get depressed if they aren't given enough poopy diapers. And wouldn't it be awfully rude to not help them out?
Seeing all of the kids who have already given in to the diaper conditioning. How absolutely happy and fulfilled they seem squatting down and filling their seat, or absent mindedly rubbing their aching diaper fronts, filled the tween with a sense of longing and jealousy.

So while the preteen resisted at first, over time they'd come to be obsessed with their diapers as well. Smiling wide and laughing as they played games or learned a new lesson. Happily singing songs with the others about how good kids only make tuggies in their Huggies!!

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Coming home from college for Thanksgiving break.
You've been incredibly stressed and exhausted due to your workload, so you're excited to finally get some time to relax.
Everything seems perfectly ordinary as your parents welcome you home with a loving hug. They have an air of anticipation and an odd excitement to them, however.
You find out why that is when you finally enter your bedroom. It's pretty standard, and almost exactly how you left it.
The lack of dust lets you know that your mom took the time to clean it. But your eyes instantly hone in on the rectangular package sitting atop your bed. Your heart begins to race as you recognize he colorful bundle immediately.
It's your pack of diapers.
The ones that you had kept safely hidden beneath your bed.
And now they're fully exposed.
Your mind is whirling to come up with some denials or excuses that you can distract your parents with.
But before you can begin to voice any of these your mom has already started talking.
The blood roaring in your ears from the sheer embarrassment makes it so that you only catch half of what she says.
It mostly boiled down to an explanation: Your mom had been tidying your room and hadn't wanted to invade your privacy. But the fact that you had shoved a boatload of trash beneath your bed had made your mom inclined to clean out beneath there as well.
Of course, she had been surprised by the discovery of your diapers. But her and your dad decided to do some research, which is how they found out about abdl and diaper kinks. In addition to how it can be a healthy emotional outlet.
They joked that they were happy that you were interested in something nice and safe like diapers as opposed to experimenting with drugs!
Their independent research, combined with the calls that you had shared where you discussed your great stress with school, led them to the conclusion that you needed some time to truly relax.

With that, they offered you an opportunity. A full week where you could indulge in your diaper fetish, and your mom and dad would completely Pamper you.
Your choice was obvious.

You learned that your dresser had been loaded with diapers, with several drawers packed full of bulky padding with a myriad of patterns and themes. And your closet now hosted an assortment of new outfits that characteristically childish.
Your potty training appeared to wane remarkably fast. Just a few days of being relegated back to diapers and with the potty off limits making it so that you didn't realize you needed to go to the bathroom until it was already an emergency.

Thanksgiving finally rolled around and your parents loaded you into the car. Your grandparents were once again hosting the event.
Your parents made sure to dress you up nice, with a collared shirt beneath your cozy sweater. A thick diaper, festooned with autumnal leaves was hidden beneath your corduroy shortalls. But if anything the cut of them only served to accentuate the impressive bulge of your diaper. Thick mid calf socks and nice dress shoes finished your ensemble.
Stepping out of the car at your grandma's house, the chilly wind and the leaves on all the trees just confirmed that it was firmly Fall. The plethora of other cars also told you that most of your family had already arrived.
You were still a bit nervous about all of your extended family seeing you in your current state. Your parents assured you that they had already informed everyone of your "situation" and that they were all excited to see the "new you". That lightened your anxiety somewhat, but you could never fully brace yourself.
Ringing the doorbell has your family welcomed inside by your grandparents. Your grandpa gave you a strong hug and told you a corny joke that had you laughing despite yourself as he patted your back comfortingly. Your grandma gave you a hug as well, but she pressed a kiss to your cheek and fondled your poofy seat before she pulled away which had your ears burning.
That redness only seemed to grow as the rest of your family came by to exchange their own hello's and greetings. You seemed to be getting extra attention due to being the "new baby" of the family, and everyone was excited to get a look at you. Hugs were exchanged as you were rained with compliments or teases. And your cheeks continued to glow as you lost count of how many people "subtly" checked your diaper or gave it an appraising feel.

You eventually escape the thorough inquisitive investigation and praise of the adult members of your family by way of your younger cousins, who rope you into a game of tag.
Your bulky pottypants actually put you on a more level playing field with them.
You've gained a noticeable waddle to your gait, which only seems more pronounced as you run around the house.
You and your cousins end up playing a variety of games, and they seem to enjoy spending time with you. Your diapered state making it patently obvious in their minds they're higher in the hierarchy and thus obviously bigger and more mature than you. Some of them have even taken it upon themselves to frequently check you and update the adults on the state of your diaper.
It grows impossible for you to not get horny as they clumsily grope your diaperfront and announce for the whole house to hear that you wet your diaper or that you're now completely soaked.
Of course that's when your mom finally swoops in and makes it worse by presenting a new "game" for you all to play (that you've been enjoying extensively at home) while she brandishes a vibrating wand. Your younger cousins jump at the opportunity, and each take turns with the wand, rubbing it and pressing the vibrating head against your warm and saturated diaperfront. You moan out several orgasms as you splatter your diaper with further messes, slicking the padding for future "accidents".
You're finally rescued when you have a true accident, overcome with euphoria you don't realize your bathroom urgency until it's too late. You clamber to your hands and knees as your bowels churn. Within seconds your stomach is gurgling and your diaper crackles as you unleash a mudslide into your seat. Your padding distending out before the sheer weight of your mess causes it to droop. You're nearly out of breath after the ordeal. Your rear is packed with a muggy warmth that nearly has you aroused again.
But a chorus of complaints about the smell of your mess pulls you from your mind as one of your cousins proclaims to the whole house that you, "Made a big stinky!"

In no time at all one of your aunts comes to whisk you away, taking your hand in hers. She leads you towards the kitchen where several of your family members congregated, in a mixture of chatting and finishing up their dishes for the feast.
Your presence (and the acrid smell accompanying you) quickly grabs their attention. Your mom amongst them, goes to quickly grab your diaper bag and the requisite supplies within.
Your remaining family members (or at least those not currently busy cooking) take their cue to practically surround you as they tease or dote on you. Taking turns hefting and fondling your poopy diaper.
When your mom returns, she gets a changing mat quickly laid out. But from there your aunts practically fight at the chance of changing your stinky diaper.
You quickly find yourself stripped of your overalls, your full diaper is drooping heavily and the tapes are fighting for their life.
As you're laid down on the soft mat, you find yourself surrounded by the group of older women, all of them eager to watch you get changed.
It's extremely difficult to not cum again as the tapes are ripped off and your padding is peeled back. As wipes are used to clean off your most sensitive areas. But soon enough your legs are lifted and a fresh diaper is placed under your bottom.
Some of your aunts massage your scalp or rub your tummy as powder is applied across your crotch and the front of your diaper is pulled up and taped on securely.
Multiple hands help get you dressed again and you're sent off with several playful swats to the back of your pristine diaper.

You wander the house a bit to find something to do while waiting for the final pieces of dinner to finish up.
You end up crossing the doorway to the gameroom where all of your older cousins seem to have gathered, and they're quick to beckon you in.
Some of them are playing various games or are chatting, while others lounge around the room just relaxing.
While you're certainly an outlier, you're still quickly welcomed into the group as several offer to have you join their games or to come sit with them.
Having the attention of your older cousins is a bit flustering, especially given that you've really looked up to several of them for ages. But now hanging out with you while simultaneously teasing you. Intermittently groping your diaper while calling you Pamperbutt or Pillowtush.

A call for dinner has you and the rest of your family hungrily moving to the dining room, where a long table is holding a veritable feast of different mouth watering dishes.
Everyone gets their plates loaded up and takes their seats. While you had graduated to the adult table a few years ago, due to your new status you've been relegated back to the kid's table with your younger cousins.
You were almost at the legal drinking age, but now you were sitting there drinking apple cider out of a sippy cup.
Dinner was delicious, and passed relatively quickly as people devoured their meal inbetween conversation.

You followed your dad into the living room after dinner concluded, where he and the rest of your more sports minded family members were watching the big game on tv.
Your dad sat on the couch with you cuddled in his lap. One of his hands would continually snake down to fondle your crinkly diaper.
One of your uncles commented that your dad shouldn't hog you all day as he transferred you to his lap. That began a whirlwind of attention as the rest of your gathered family clamored to have a turn with you as well.
You were constantly hoisted from lap to lap like some odd game of hot potato. Each of them taking turns to feel you up or tease you while they watched football or chatted with your other family members.
You were continually piddling in your diaper throughout this process, and each new lap you were sat on would make a thorough inspection of your wet and balmy diaper. The contents of your large dinner finally needed to make an escape however, and just as you were turned over to another one of your uncles you let out a hearty grunt as you pooped into your diaper. A cacophony of crackling escaped your backside as you loaded your already heavy diaper with earthy muck. Your shortalls bulged out slightly but did their best to contain the expanding bulk, helping press your sludgy mess against you.
Your uncle seemed completely undeterred by your sudden mess, reaching a hand around to grope your now incredibly pliable and doughy seat.
He placed the center of your supple and fudgy diaper on his knee and began to bounce you.
Your arousal shot through the roof as you rode against your uncle's knee. Having your muddy waste squeezed and mushed around, the entirety of your mess coating the inside of your diaper from back to front, felt unimaginably divine.
You were babbling out incoherent moans and whines as you clung to your uncle. Grinding your hips against his bouncing leg for extra purchase, to eke out the slightest bit more pleasure.
Your poopy diaper just felt too good. You hugged your uncle close as you came with a cry. Bucking your hips just a few more times to extend the last drops of your orgasm.
Your uncle rubbed soothing circles along your back as you recovered. When you finally did however, another family member hoisted you up and placed you onto their lap. Your mucky diaper pressing against them with a loud squelch.
That's when you remembered that you had an audience for that whole performance. And now, several of your other family members were wanting an encore.

You went through several more orgasms and diaper changes at your grandparents house. It now seemed like everyone was gearing up and getting ready to head home.
You were sitting in a wet diaper that was close to leaking, and your grandma decided that she deserved a turn to change you as well.
So once more you found yourself on the floor atop your changing mat. But now the gentle smile of your grandma was looking down at you as the entirety of your family watched you get one last diaper change.
The thrill of having an audience, and the pure indulgence they had been providing you was just too erotic. Already you were on the edge of another orgasm, and your whole family could tell.
Your whole family knew that you wore diapers and loved them. They knew you loved using your diapers and cumming in them even more. And they were all actively encouraging it!
They all knew that you were just a little kid at heart who belonged in diapers.
Your whole body was flush as your grandma reached down to squeeze your fully saturated diaperfront. Just that amount of pressure had pee leaking down the sides and onto the mat below. But your grandma continued her ministrations rubbing into the pliable bulk even further. Coaxing with her hands and her cooing words for you to make one last mess in your diaper for her.
And came you did. With a rush, you filled your leaking diaper even more as you bucked into your grandma's hand, as several more surges of your climax seeped out of you.
You were boneless and out of breath after you were done.
Your extended family began to shuffle out, each of them giving you a caress, or kiss, or tousling your hair before they left. Your grandma made quick work of changing your diaper after that. And after wishing her and your grandpa goodbye, your family left as well.

As you were all driving home, you were drowsy and fell asleep in the car. You weren't able to hear your parents carrying on a whispered conversation. About how they were thinking that after today, they might keep you in diapers indefinitely.

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A diaperboy going to sleep with his mommy and daddy in nothing but his extremely thick night time diapers. Huddled between them in their bed, their bodies providing all the warmth he needs. Lazily waking up in the morning, still surrounded by them and feeling so safe and content. His diaper is incredibly full from their chronic bedmessing, but they don't mind, it's warmth and squish just adds to his comfort.

His mom wakes up soon after and she smiles so lovingly as she wishes him a good morning and kisses his forehead. Neither wants to fully get up yet, so he receives some breakfast in bed as she lifts up her shirt and coaxes him to nurse.

His dad wakes up to the sight of his son peacefully suckling from his mom's breasts while she soothingly runs her fingers through his hair. His arousal is quickly awoken and the boy feels his dad's large manhood pressing against his seat. With a quick adjustment he frees his cock from his pants and begins to rub and press it against his son's poopy rear. His hand roams across the planes of his boy's stained and doughy diaper, giving it appreciative rubs and gropes as he praises them for filling it up so much. A lusty growl brushes across their ear as his dad starts thrusting against their muddy Huggies, and the motion forces his increasingly tented diaperfront to grind against his mommy. Above him, his dad has pulled his mom into a passionate kiss as he continues to hump their hefty padded bottom.

The diaperboy's suckling grows desperate as he's pinned between his parents, milk overflows his mouth and dribbles down his chin as he struggles to swallow down the neverending flow. His cock is straining in his diaper as they are made to hump their mom, and the whole situation is quickly driving him to the edge of a climax. His dad bites down a roar as he cums, painting their poopy diaper in ropes of white. The feeling of his dad's cock mushing their mess so needily into them makes the boy cum as well, as he splatters the inside of his full diaper with yet another mess.

His mom, aroused by the display of father-son bonding before her, but mostly unattended beyond the lips latched onto her and her son fruitlessly humping against her, decides she needs some attention as well. Adjusting her position she has her boy switch to her other breast to finish his feeding. Shimmying, she pulls off her arousal damp panties. With a pointed look, his dad is quickly maneuvering himself to plant his mouth on his mom's lower lips. Her breaths turn labored as her core is wound tight by the twin ministrations of her son and his father. As they both look into her eyes, with different flavors of desire she is rocked by waves of euphoria.

As she comes to terms with the aftermath of her orgasm her son continues to contentedly nurse and her husband sidles up beside her.

Maybe after that eventful morning they could all use a nap?

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It's a totally normal channel that comes packaged in with any regular cable plan. It hosts any show that a channel aimed at teens would have, school dramas, urban fantasy, etc. but they all focus primarily on the characters being in diapers or being interested in diapers.

Additionally, it also has straight up diaper porn interspersed in the show scheduling. Scenes of teens having diapersex or being cucked and rubbing their Huggies. Special events that turn out to be hours long diaper gooning programs.

The only commercials that air are strictly diaper commercials or things that are tangentially related.

Just an entire channel that is catered directly to diapersexual and diapercuck teens.

There's also another channel, DiaperCuck Jr, which is targeted at kiddos!
More focused on fun cartoons and edutainment, but all with the explicit goal of getting kids interested in diapers and groomed into becoming diapercucks.

The plucky protagonist of a fantasy adventure show having frequent scenes where their diaper gets exposed and focus is given to their diapers being changed.
A fun science show that delves into the mystery of diapers. How they're created, head to head analysis of how different brands of diapers perform in use, the science behind why diapers make you feel so good, why using the potty is actually bad for you, etc.

PSAs about why using diapers can help your emotional wellbeing and make you perform better at school. Tips on how to ask your parents to put you back in diapers or how to tell your friends that you like diapers or wear them to bed.

Shows like Pamperton Boulevard that show kids that are the same age as the viewer wearing and happily using their diapers without a care in the world. Encouraging the viewer to do the exact same!

All of this programming made for the sole purpose of getting more kids into diapers!!

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The pipeline from being a potty trained, undies wearing, kiddo to Diaper Obsessed Permavirgin Crinkle Cuck after randomly stumbling upon DiaperCuck Jr:

Slightly confused but strangely entranced. Feeling a hot embarrassment when you watch it, not sure if it's something you should even be watching in the first place but thrilled at the thought of seeing more of its programming. Hand on the remote to instantly change the channel in case anyone walks into the room.

Trying to grow more casual about watching it, "accidentally" flipping to the channel while watching tv in the living room with your family around to see if they'll comment about it. Leaving it on screen for longer and longer periods of time. If they question you about it you have some deniability!

Unabashedly watching DiaperCuck Jr. but claiming it's only because there's nothing else on tv or because this show is actually really good even though there's so much focus on the character pooping his diapers!

Well past the point where you've asked your parents to put you back into daytime diapers. DiaperCuck Jr. is practically the only channel you watch. It has all your favorite shows and you even get invested in the commercials! You easily admit that the diaper-centric nature of everything is great.

Staying up late, DiaperCuck Jr's Bedtime shows are playing. More mature in nature. Focusing on characters that are tweens and just starting to enter sexual maturity. Their first experiences of masturbating in diapers, humping their plushies, their first experimentations of kissing their friends as they grind their diapers together. Having your first ever orgasm as you rub your Huggies to this titillating adolescent diaper pornography. Glazing your slick and doughy padding as you watch kids the same age as you also enjoying their diapers to the fullest!!

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You're a tween, and after your long but nice day you're growing drowsy and ready for bed as you hop out from a hot shower.

Laying on your bed as you wait for your mom to come in to change you into your bedtime diaper. Lifting your legs with the minimum effort needed so she can slide the plush and pillowy padding beneath you. Having her soothingly rub ̶b̶a̶b̶y̶ Big Kid lotion into your skin so you won't get a rash because you're obviously going to mess your diaper in the middle of the night. Growing turgid under the combined effect of your mother's touch and the cushy and intoxicating diaper you're sitting upon.

The front of your night time diaper pulled up, so thick that it noticeably spreads your legs apart. Not that it matters, you have no reason to get up and walk in the middle of the night anyways! Your arousal trapped beneath the thick padding as she pulls the wings up and meticulously adheres the tapes to the landing guard, smoothing them over so they're nice and crisp. Her hands going through the usual checks to make sure your diaper is properly fitted and won't risk leaking; a finger snaking along the triple layered leak guards, hiking up the waistband so it's properly fitted, smoothing over any folds on the bountiful planes of plastic that make up your diaperfront. Her fingers dancing across the tent that your cock has pitched.

Having her curl up around you as she palms your needy padded bulge, her fingers running tenderly through your scalp with her other hand. Feeling that double quilted maximum comfort cushion squeeze against your most intimate parts. Suckling on your massive pacifier, incapable of holding in your moans as you lisp around the large plastic shield momma! and diapers! I love my diapers!

Christening your fresh sleepy time diaper with several large gooey jets. Your mom patting the front of your diaper endearingly, coaxing out the last traces of your orgasm as you tiredly buck your hips into her grasp.

Your mom kissing your cheek, love and care in her eyes as she stares down at you. Having her pull your blanket up over you and tucking you in. Wishing you goodnight before walking away to turn the light off and close the door. Quickly drifting off to sleep, met with sweet dreams due to your mother's efforts~

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Your parents are out of town and you're hanging out at your house with your friend. In spite of the fact that you're both teens your parents still insist that you need a babysitter. Part of that might be that despite the fact that you're perfectly capable of dressing yourself, you still can't seem to figure out how to change your own diapers—not without guaranteeing that you'll spring a leak after a single wetting, at least—A bigger part of it is probably because even if you could change yourself well, you can't be trusted not to sit in the same poopy for days on end because of how much you like your mucky Pampers.

Thankfully, your babysitter is pretty cool! So you and your friend are able to chill and have fun. Until the thing that inevitably happens whenever the two of you spend prolonged periods of time together, finally happens. Your diaper brand rivalry flares up.

You're a lifelong Pampers devotee and your friend is a Huggies fanatic. While you claim that Pampers are clearly the best diapers on the market, they ardently argue that it's obvious that Huggies are superior! Your bickering continues back and forth as each of you boast about the unique features of your favored brand. Maximum absorption sap to hold a day's worth of flooding. Triple layered leak guards to contain any mess. High strength plastic backing to protect against vigorous rubbing. And on and on the two of you go, until the babysitter finally steps in.

He sees a clear way for the both of you to clear up your argument: you just need to have a competition to prove which is the winning diaper!

Side by side, soaking your diapers together as hard as you can, the babysitter keeping a watchful eye out for any leaks. Squatting down and huffing as you each make big poopoos in your diapers for teens, your seats sagging under the heavy load. The babysitter grabbing a hefty handful of your poopy diapers in each hand and mushing and squishing them to your mutual delight, really testing the limits of your diaper's blowout barriers.

The next and final test is to see whose diaper feels the best to spurt in, but you've both become so distracted with admiring the other's diaper that you've momentarily forgotten the competition as the two of you draw closer together. Your lips meeting together before their hungry tongue invades your mouth and grazes across your braces. Your tongue dancing across theirs and doing the same as you moan and mewl together. Hands traveling down to palm and fondle the others packed and stinky diaper. It doesn't matter in that moment that it's from the rival brand, all that crosses your minds is that it's a diaper and it's so full and you want to feel it! Diaper!! Love it!! Diapers!!! Kiss it!!! Diapers are so good!!!! Huff it!!!! You love diapers!!!!!

Your babysitter watching the two of you as you collapse to the floor in a tangle, your tented diaperfronts grinding together as you babble into each other's mouths about how much you love diapers. He was already aroused from the competition beforehand, but now he's positively throbbing!

After freeing his large member from his pants he kneels down and thrusts his turgid cock between your smushed together diapers. Sandwiched between the two filled to the brim diapers, he is thrust into nirvana as you each slam your hips together, trying to eke out as much pleasure as both of you can for yourselves.

The sensation of your babysitter rocketing his cock in and out between your packed together padding, while you and your friend simultaneously squish and slide them together is enough to send the both of you over the edge. Frantically bucking your hips, you cum together, lisping praise to diapers themselves and your adoration for them.

Your babysitter cums soon after, painting the cute and colorful prints of your Pampers and your friend's Huggies with gooey white ropes.

You and your friend both boneless and trying to catch your breath after that pleasurable ordeal, your babysitter idly comments that it seems like your diapers tied. That benign verdict reignites the argument all over again, which is sure to lead to another vigorous competition!!

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Riley has a way too cool high schooler lion girl as their babysitter and he has a hopeless crush on her. They're always excited when she comes over to babysit and they desperately try to impress her whenever they see her.

The tween gets into skateboarding in an attempt to emulate her but he's nowhere near as good as her. She's able to effortlessly heelflip off ramps before darksiding down long stair railings, while Riley still struggles with ollieing and maintaining a manual, but she still freely throws compliments his way for any slight improvements they make.

They play videogames together and she can prove to be an actual challenge to play against! It's fun to have an adversary who is just as good as him. Better even! Given that she shows him all the secret areas and exploits she knows. The fact that her gamer knowledge outstrips his own always impresses them.

The babysitter is a pothead who regularly smokes weed and she'll even let Riley have a toke, so long as they promise not to tell their parents about it! They'll grab junk food from the kitchen and order some pizza with the money that his parents left and munch out while they're red eyed and stoned on the couch.

The older girl has a propensity for being very touchy feely! Pulling Riley into her lap without warning when there's a lull in whatever game they're playing and letting her hands roam down to grope the front of his piss soaked Pampers. She peppers him with praise for how nicely they filled their diaper, and despite the fact that is a totally normal thing for them to do, it still leaves them incredibly flustered.
While exquisitely baked she palms and rubs their supremely poopy diaper as she has him prone on his changing table. An eagerness in her eyes as she helps her charge enjoy their diapers to the fullest. A self satisfied grin on her face as she guides him to an orgasm, plastering his adorable and highly stained pampers with a sticky mess.

Riley tries to act really cool and mature whenever she brings him around her friends. If he can prove that he's not lame to them, then that surely means his crush will like him even more! For their part, they're actually nice and friendly. They view him as a cute little sibling or cousin, treating him with a bit of well meaning condescension. He ends up being the recipient of frequent pats to his diapered seat and dozens of head rubs, but also subjected to lots of playful teasing about his obvious crush on his babysitter.
They never exclude him from their hangouts, the high schoolers instead let the eager diaperboy accompany them to the skatepark or loitering around town, letting him feel like a part of the group and imparting lessons that leave him easily impressed.

Frequently when she's babysitting, the lion will talk to her partner on the phone. Chatting about mundane things that young couples do, before slipping into sweet whisperings, which can quickly slide into raunchy phone sex. Riley can, without fail, be overheard in the background as they heavily pant and their big kid Pampers crinkle as he humps rhythmically against his stuffie as he listens in on his babysitter's conversation. His voyeuristic actions only serve as a further endorsement, giving the two high schoolers a thrill and incentivizing them to go further.
Leading to titillating situations upon which Riley's babysitter invites her partner over for some raunchy fun. The tween gets presented with the unique opportunity to watch as the two make out and get progressively more naughty in his living room. The front of his diaper grows uncomfortably tight as they watch their crush get pleasured by someone else.

They don't know why they get so excited at the prospect of their babysitter being ravished by their partner. Even more confusingly he's started to slowly develop a crush on the lion's partner as well. He doesn't know how to make sense of it.
Some casual research on the internet about it led them to the term "diapercuck", which made them strangely excited. They haven't had the courage to ask their crush if they know more on the subject yet.

Instead, Riley will wait, icing the inside of their Pampers with hot streaks of diaperboy cream as he watches the object of his affections be ravaged by her partner, until he finally builds up the nerve to talk to her about it.

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Being a diapered tween/teen in a world where it's normal for kids to not be potty trained. Receiving the weekly allowance you get for doing chores from your parents.

Gathering up your friends—who also wear diapers—and walking to the local convenience store to buy snacks with your new money. Strolling down the aisles, a distinctive crinkle following each of your steps, goofing off and laughing together as you leisurely decide on what to get. Your friends bumping shoulders with you. Pulling your friend off balance with a rough side hug as you tease them. Catching up on the latest progress each of you have made in the respective games you're playing or complaining about last night's homework.

Ambling to the counter with your snacks in hand, casually greeting the clerk that you're all familiar with since this is a regular trip you all make. No comment is made about the plastic waistband peeking out from your friend's shorts or the fact that you have a characteristic bulge, it's just a normal facet of your life!

Taking your haul to the nearby woods, you have a "fort" in it, a hangout spot that you've built up over the years. Digging into your snacks as you continue to chat with your best friends and have fun. Your diaper steadily growing heavier and more soggy as time passes. One of your friends finally noticing that they might need a diaper change, which makes you all collectively realize the same.

Waddling back to your house since it's the closest and asking your parents to help change you and all of your friends. Spending the rest of the day chilling out in your room, taking turns playing on your console while the others watch or distract themselves with talking or playing with your things, until it starts getting late enough that your friends have to start heading home themselves.

Just a perfectly ordinary and relaxing day in your life.

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Sharing a bed with your mommy and daddy, while they're having grown up sex on one side, you're on the other humping your tented Huggies against your plushie. They wanted to make a game out of you learning how to really have sex, despite the fact that they know you'll never cum outside of a diaper, so you're trying your best to match your daddy's rhythm as he pounds your mommy. But your diapers, heavy and bulging from several large accidents, feel so good as they hug your cock that you keep spurting early during your practice. Hearing your mommy's moans and your daddy's harsh grunts right beside you as your stare is fixed onto the permanently cheerful smile of your plush buddy, rocketing your hips against their soft and pillowy body, grinding your balmy diaper against them. Drool dribbling down your chin behind the shield of your chunky pacifier, muffling your desperate huffing. The insides of your completely ruined diaper, already splattered with the evidence of several previous orgasms, is like a gooey marshmallow against your throbbing bits. It eagerly coaxes another few creamy ropes out of you, and the release snaps all the energy from you as you collapse against your cuddle buddy.

Beside you, your mommy and daddy chuckle fondly at your amorous display. Not taking a break from their own passionate lovemaking as they praise you for practicing so hard. You can already feel your member stirring to attention again as you watch them, your hormones egging you on for another round. You'll surely end up pumping another few loads into your Huggies before the night is over. You want to be able to keep up with your daddy after all!!

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Your mom taking you to the doctor because she wants to get you officially diagnosed as a potty failure—a laudible achievement in your family!!—so you can begin getting a prescription for the Premium Triple-Core Ultra-Capacity Maximum Comfort Teen Diapers to hopefully alleviate the frequent leaks you've been experiencing with your current diapers.

A cute nurse coming in and giving you your basic checkup. Holding your hand as she checks your blood pressure, smiling at you as she checks your temp, patting your crinkly bottom as she measures your weight. They also need to see how heavy you make your diapers, so she fondles your seat as you squat and make big pushies and fill your Huggies with a mulchy weight. Getting changed on the examination table so she can take your freshly mucked padding to get weighed, her giggling as you have your usual reaction to getting changed and start sporting a stiffie. It's a good thing they needed a semen sample!!

The doctor coming in after you've been changed into a fresh diaper—that you've already wet in that short amount of time!—Stripping you completely so he can give you a thorough look over. His examinations seem to have him frequently returning his hands to your new diaper, gliding them across the slick plastic, groping the damp mass, sliding a finger around the leak guards. He frequently writes things down in a notepad after each prodding, so surely it must be important and necessary. You have another poopy accident in the middle of your checkup and he makes sure to give special care to your now doughy bottom. Hefting and massaging your poopy diaper until your aromatic muck has been squished thoroughly from back to front and you're prominently tenting your diaper. He proclaims to you that you're absolutely a potty failure as he firmly rubs your padded arousal. You cum as he declares that you'll have to wear the biggest crinkliest diapers forever in order to manage your massive accidents.

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You were born to be a diapercuck! You never even had a choice in the matter!! Even if you had any stray thoughts against that notion you would be so thoroughly conditioned that the mere idea of being anything but a diaper dependent cuck seems preposterous. Of course if anyone asked you, you'd assert that you would've wanted to be a big diapercuck anyways!!

Any time you would ask your parents why you're not being potty trained like the other kids they were quick to assure you that it's because you're a good boy and that means you need to use your diapers! The potty is a punishment! It's so good that you're well behaved because that means you get to keep filling your diapers!!

Everyday from a very young age your parents have had sex in front of you or put adult porn on the tv to watch with you and they always make a big point that this kind of sex is something that you'll never get to do. Only adults get to have sex and you'll always be their Little Luvs Loading Cuck. The closest you'll get to losing your virginity is emulating their actions on your favorite stuffed animal, your poopy diaper swinging with your hips as you hump against their plush bottom.

Always knowing for certain that you're a diapercuck and can never be anything else. The security and self-assuredness that comes from internalizing that fact. You're a diapercuck! You love being a diapercuck!! You're proud to be a diapercuck and you want everyone to know it!!

Thanking your mom and dad for grooming you into being a diapercuck after you've had a particularly gratifying gooning session!! Even as you hug them they're hefting and massaging your heavy and stained seat!

It's impossible for you to cum without a diaper! Every few months your parents make a point of keeping you out of a diaper for a whole hour, they try and jerk you off, put on some adult porn, or even offer to let you fuck your mom or ride your dad's pole. But no matter what you do it is impossible for you to get off, you remain completely flaccid and unaroused the entire time! As soon as that hour is over and you're back on the changing table, however, your cock springs to life in seconds as soon as you feel the padded goodness of a fresh pair of Huggies gracing your cheeks. The moment you feel the plushness of it graze your member as they pull the front up, you're already having an earth shattering orgasm that leaves you clutching at the sides of your changing table. This, more than anything, cements why you are a diapercuck. It's undeniable proof that you can only get hard for diapers!!

Diaper commercials drive you wild, diaper porn drives you to goon for hours on end, huffing diapers clouds your mind just thinking about it! You need diapers!! Your mom and dad knew this, even before you were born. They did everything in there power to ensure you would be just like this. It's their fault that you're a helpless diapercuck and you couldn't love them more for it!!

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Having your mom take you shopping to buy a plushie girlfriend. You're a diapered teenfur and your hormones have really started to kick in. With how frisky you've become she's decided that you need an outlet for all that excess energy.

The fact that she'll also get help with changing your dirty diapers out of the deal certainly doesn't hurt! And given that you're more interested in cumming in your Pampers over trying to find someone to date, this is the perfect solution to your nonexistent dating life!

Those facts don't stop how embarrassing it is that it's your mom helping you pick out your special cuddle buddy! She keeps making offhanded recommendations or tries to get you to admit to your preferences for which plush you'd like to hump your diaper against and cuddle with at night.

Commenting on a muscular lioness stuffie: "Oh, she's big and strong! She could lift you up onto the changing table with one hand!"

Or inspecting a beautiful snake plush: "But that one's tail is so long and fluffy, you really like being snuggled so she could be a contender!"

Giving a very close examination of a fuzzy kangaroo cuddle toy: "Honey! Come over here and give her a feel, she's got such soft fur and she's plenty plump in all the right places. You always loved grabbing a handful of my chest while you nursed, so that's important!"

"Mom!! People can hear you!"

"Well they don't have to hear the sound of your bed creaking and your special underwear crinkling at 3 in the morning while I'm trying to sleep!"

After that flustering ordeal, you eventually return home. Your mom with a lighter wallet, and you with a brand new girlfriend!

Despite any initial reservations you may have had you quickly grow close with your new plushie gf. She's just so easy to talk to and she seems to be interested in all the same things as you!
Your rampant horniness may have also played some small part in the equation... Given that on that first night the two of you never even went to bed since you were too invested in thrusting your bedtime diaper against her pillowy crotch.

It is a bit odd that your new girlfriend also became really good friends with your mom. When you're not having fun together she'll often spend time relaxing with her. watching the same shows or gossiping over tea—well your mom is drinking tea, because your plushie gf doesn't need to eat or drink—A favorite topic of conversation is discussing how much of a stinky Pamper packer you are. It can almost feel like you have a second mommy over a girlfriend!

Your cuddly partner also has no qualms about discussing the amorous action the two of you get up to with your mom. Sitting down for breakfast in your soggy Huggies and having your mom ask how the two of you slept. But your gf just smiles and talks about how you two didn't sleep much because you spent half the night humping against her, the two of them just laughing together as you try to hide your embarrassment about your mom knowing that you made stickies in your diaper four times over the night.

It's also a bit awkward when you invite a new friend over for the first time and have to introduce them to your plushie partner for the first time.
They always ask how you met and she loves to jump in and happily inform them that your mommy helped you pick her out!

That slight embarrassment doesn't come close to how much you love her, though! And even when you have friends sleeping over you can't help yourself and still end up smushing and grinding your diaper against her wonderfully soft and cushy body!!

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A tween with bedwetting problem wakes up on Christmas morning, a puddle unsurprisingly soaked into his sheets. Dropping his bedding into the washer and a quick dip into the shower making him fresh. The knowledge that he has presents under the tree waiting for him is enough to take his mind off the dour reality of his bedtime issues.

He opens all the presents from his parents, happy with his haul and excited to play with all of his new toys and games. He notices one final gift, tucked away far beneath the tree. A tag on the ribbon stating that it's from Santa. It's a bit ridiculous given that he's known Santa isn't real for years, but as he goes to question his parents about it he notices that they're confused by the present as well, quietly whispering between each other about whether the other wrapped that one. 

Choosing to ignore that oddity, he flips the tag over to see a handwritten note:

"A little protection to help take care of your problem. With an extra dash of Christmas Magic to help you along since you've been such a Good Boy this year.
-St Nicholas"

The strange note only puzzles him further. Deciding that the only way he could get answers was by opening the darn thing, he tears through the festive wrapping paper with gusto. Sparkles of glowing golden dust blossomed in the air as he finally revealed what was hidden inside: A package of Merry Cushy-Mas Big Boy Diapers.

It’s odd. Under any other circumstances he would have been mortified receiving such a gift. Denied that he even needed such a thing. Despite failing to keep his bed dry regardless of any application of bedwetting alarms or abstaining from drinking before bed, he still insisted that he would one day get over his wetting habit and didn’t need to wear big baby diapers. In that moment, however, holding that bulging pack of diapers in his hands, squeezing the smooth and festive plastic between his fingers, he just feels grateful.

Filled with a sudden and foreign feeling of possessiveness over them. These were his diapers! He was a good boy and Santa had rewarded him for it with thick crinkly and super absorbent diapers!!

Turning to his parents with wonder in his eyes as he hugs his present to his chest.

“Mom! Dad! Look! Santa got me diapers!”

Alarm flashes across their faces, once more turning to the other and interrogating if their spouse was responsible for the—under normal circumstances—insensitive gift.

The tween is completely oblivious to the growing tension between his parents as he openly ponders.

“Well, I definitely need to wear these for bed, but I wonder if I should wear them during the day too?”

Urgently his mom assures him.

“Oh honey, no! You don’t have to wear them at all! Really! It’s fine. I don’t know what your father was thinking—buying you those. We know how sensitive you are about your little issue!”

Their son wrinkles his nose up at that as his grip on the plastic covered package tightens.

“I want to wear them!”

His dad crouches down and tries for a more diplomatic approach.

“Now kiddo, I know your mom went a little overboard with her joke gift, but you don’t have to lie just because you think it’ll make us happy.”

The boy bristles further. He wants to wear diapers again. The thought has never crossed his mind before, but now it’s the thing he wants most in the world. He can’t understand why his parents are trying to talk him out of it. They should be happy! They should want him to wear diapers!

“Santa, got me these diapers! He thinks I should wear them and that I was a good enough boy to earn them! How can I show him I’m thankful if I don’t wear them!?”

As his parents go to calm him after his small outburst, a small cloud of gold dust showers down their faces. Blinking their eyes in quick succession and suddenly their demeanor has completely shifted.

“That’s a wonderful point you’ve made, sport! You don’t want Santa to think you’re ungrateful if you don’t show proper appreciation for your new diapers!”

“And just think of how adorable you’ll look waddling around the house with your diaper on! I don’t know why we didn’t buy you some sooner!”

The tween is filled with a sudden relief, relaxing his hold on his diapers as he sees that his parents are finally seeing sense.

“I can wear them during the day too?”

His parents nod in affirmation as his dad gently takes the pack of diapers from his hands and begins to tear it open.

“If you lay down, your old man can get you situated into a brand new diaper right now.”

A giddy smile graces their son’s face as he quickly sprawls down on the living room floor, joining the littered about wrapping paper and opened gifts. His father makes quick work of removing his pants and undies, but is much more deliberate in taking his time in unfolding the diaper.

The boy gets a clear view of what his new diapers look like for the first time. The edges lined with holly leaves and red ribbons. The center of the clearly bulky diaper patterned with Christmas trees and reindeer. A triple core design meant for maximum absorbency followed by tall multilayered leak guards and a sturdy blowout barrier. A festively themed diaper that comes paired with premium security.

Without prompting his dad lifts his legs up by the ankles with a single hand. It’s strangely exciting to the soon to be padded boy that his dad can still effortlessly do that. With his other hand he slides the bulky diaper under his son’s bottom, before slowly lowering him down.

It’s exhilarating. So soft and pillowy, how his butt just sinks into the comfy eminence of his diaper. That same pleasant feeling is quickly followed by his dad pulling up the front of his diaper, totally encasing his privates in that luxuriating quilted padding. The distinct sound of ripping tapes follows, his dad’s hands smoothing over the landing zone of his diaper as he pulls on the suede-soft wings and tapes them into place. Their stretchy material ensuring that they fit perfectly and remain comfortable no matter what he gets up to.

A few loving pats to the front of his diaper inform him that his dad has finished changing him into the first of many diapers. He sits up to admire the padding affixed around his hips, wandering hands quickly finding their way to the front and back. Marveling at how incredible it feels. It feels so good to be wearing a diaper! It feels so right!

He belongs in diapers and Santa knew that! He can’t believe he had ever thought otherwise!

The tween turns to his parents, his dad looking at him with a contented pride and his mom with a loving glee and he knows that they are having similar thoughts.

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You had assumed that you were alone. That your family was out of the house, and as such, that you needn’t take all of your usual precautions. You allowed your guard to come fully down. The door to your room was left fully open. Naked from the waist down, you made no attempt at covering yourself.

The momentary solitude you had was being used for one thing: to freely masturbate.

You had greatly miscalculated about how alone you truly were. This was brought into stark relief when, your mom, walked into your room—presumably to ask for something—and caught you pleasuring yourself.

Frozen by the doorway, it was clear she was shocked. One would expect her to immediately turn away at sight, excusing herself or blurting out an apology, instead, she paused. Her initial surprise melted away and was replaced by a moment of thoughtful consideration. Whatever internal decision she was chewing over seemed to be quickly determined, as without another word, she crawled into bed beside you.

Taking the time to get comfortable, she rests beside you. Turning to you, she asked in a genuine manner what you were masturbating to. The fact that your cock was still exposed—though half obscured by a hand—went completely unacknowledged by her.

The action was terribly striking. It recalled to your mind the numerous other times your mother had crawled into your bed just like this. To talk about her work day, the fun stories she had to share or the stresses she needed to vent. Catching you up on the family goings-on and drama. Laying next to you and enquiring about what you’d been getting up to. Innocuous and innocent. Comfortable and caring. She displayed the exact same demeanor in that moment, which just accentuated the contrast with what she just asked of you.

In the moment of panic you had when your mom had walked in, you had closed all of the incriminating tabs on your laptop in a flurry, so she couldn’t catch anything of worth as she glanced at the screen. She turned to you with a look of patient expectancy as you sat dumbfounded.

You recognized her request as being strange , but the way it had been asked made it clear that she had a legitimate curiosity. She had a genuine desire to know, and she seemed to recognize that the situation was embarrassing. Her angle of counteracting that could easily be seen as an overcorrection. It was a few degrees off from coddling, her permissive indulgence dashed with a subtle parental authority. The kind of authority where she’s in charge and what she says goes.

Perhaps if you weren’t still hard in your hand you would have done otherwise, but your maintained horniness coupled with your mom’s true attempt at asking into your pornographic preferences had you casting aside your better judgement agreeing to her request.

Given your particular taste, that made the task of what to share with your mom first challenging. Anything approaching vanilla sex had lost its excitement to you long ago, and your disinterest would be instantly flagged by your still unclothed cock, revealing your lie if you tried to show it.

Scrolling through the debaucherous folders in your bookmarks, you decided that the safest porn you could show her without lying about what you enjoy is cuck porn. You played a video of a boy watching from the sidelines, enthusiastically tugging on his member, as he intently watched his girlfriend get pleasured at every angle by a group of much larger men. From the corner of your eye you examined your mom, gauging her reaction. She didn’t appear to be turned off or think it was weird. She seemed to be watching it very matter of factly, accepting that this was something that you got off to.

Surprising you further, she slid closer to you. Her shoulder bumped against yours, the unexpected touch made you flinch, that was ignored as you felt her breath tickle your neck as she idly turned to you. You can only barely hear her over the drum of your heartbeat in your ears as she encourages you to continue pleasuring yourself. Insisting that she hadn’t meant to interrupt.

It’s something that could only be interpreted as a positive response, and it makes your insides flourish into a butterfly meadow. It was beginning to feel like something out of your fantasies. To be discovered, but to be embraced instead of rejected.

Whatever diminished arousal you had previously suffered from the mortifying ordeal of being caught by your mother is banished at her selfsame prompting. With one hand you slowly glide along your length, her encouragement engendered a lustful hope within you.

You decided to keep pushing the envelope, seeing how far you could go. How she would respond. How much she would accept.

From cuck porn you transitioned into something more peculiar , diaper porn. Pictures and videos of people wearing thick, crinkly, and absorbent protection. Groping and rubbing their drenched and stained padding. Lewd views of pillowy seats expanding under heavy mush deposits. Packed Pampers pressed together, grinding and humping, the squelching and plastic rustling mixed with the wearer’s moans to create an erotic soundtrack.

Onward you went with the taboo showing, switching to momson cuck porn. Images of sons energetically jerking off as they watched their loving mothers be ravished by other men. Scenes of moms with bliss on their face as their little boy licked up the cum oozing out of their arousal swollen lips. Through this, you continued to stroke your length, panting at the lewdness on screen. And still, your mother continued to watch beside you, her weight still subtly leaning against you. She spoke no judgement, maintaining an open mind even through this, and silently indulged you and your pornography preferences.

From that implicit approval you decided to cast away any of your further reservations. Breaking from your monitored self gratification for a moment, you turned to dig through your nightstand. When you typically pleasured yourself, you would use a pull-up like an onahole or, under the ideal circumstances, wear a diaper and rub yourself through that. The only reason you hadn’t been wearing a diaper when your mom had walked in on you was due to you not believing that you would have the house to yourself long enough to get the full use out of one. Which is how your pull-ups came into play.

Procuring the pull-up from their hiding place in your drawer, you slid it over your throbbing member before you could second guess your decision. Wrapped around your sensitive shaft the plush padding felt divine. Instinctually, you gave your length a few exploratory pumps, the pillowy insides pressed against all the right parts felt as incredible as it always did and it coaxed a breathy moan from your lips.

Watching you make yourself feel good with a pull-up of all things, your mom didn’t act remotely surprised. It made you consider for a moment if she already knew . If she had somehow already discovered your stash of diapers or stumbled upon one of your discarded pull-ups and had already puzzled out this side of you. It made you so curious about what she was thinking as she watched you.

Aroused beyond belief, you opened up the links to your most taboo and kinky porn. You’d already gone this far, you no longer saw the harm in testing the final limits. A combination of all of your deepest fetishistic desires. Momson diapercuck porn.

On your laptop screen played JOI videos of diaperboys desperately rubbing their full diapers with captions overlaid on top about how excited they get by being cucked by their mom. Scenes of milfs being pounded by true men with text teasing the viewer about how they’re humping their Pampers to this and wish this was actually their own mother. Multiple clips of gooning boys tugging at their tented Huggies interlaced with motherly women getting pounded by massive cocks, played together with a voiceover coaching you to say out loud how much you love your mom and want her to cuck you.

You never before thought that you’d do this, but you followed those instructions. Moaning aloud about how much you love gooning in your big baby diapers, how you want to watch your mom get stretched out by big hard cocks, begging to be your mommy’s diapercuck while you rhythmically worked your pull-up up and down your shaft with intoxicating euphoria.

Your mom observed all of this. The woman who raised you. Cared for you. Loved you unconditionally. Sat right beside you and watched as you frantically tugged your pillowy sexsleeve and moaned out the erotic mantra like a prayer.

You stared into your mom’s eyes, more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. You were bearing your deepest and most vulnerable secrets and desires to her. She knew how you felt now. What you wanted most. It was impossible for her not to with how plainly you’d laid it out. You achingly hoped that she burned with the same desire, that her silent permissiveness told of a wish to fulfill your fantasies.

As you cum, stomach clenching and stars dazzling your eyes as you were rocked by the most intense orgasm of your life, you shamelessly announced to your mommy how much you loved spurting in your diapers. You soaked your thick and thirsty pull-up with a powerful volley of gooey white ropes.

Breathless and still clouded by your lustful haze you continued to stare at your mom. You were unsure if you were deluding yourself, but you had the strong sense that there was hunger in her eyes and that she was truly considering making your kinky cuckson dreams a reality.

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Kids have always been able to make friends with ease. Take them to the park or leave them in the toy section at the store, and within 30 minutes they’ll have made a new friend.

That same phenomenon still exists within a world where potty training doesn’t even begin being entertained until someone is well on their way to starting college, though it does have some unique differences. It’s common for diapered boys and girls to eagerly rub and smoosh their padding together, afterall! Kids and teens will play and have fun with the new kid they’ve just met , that’s their New Friend, so that obviously that means they’re going to engage in some ample diapersex as well! That’s just another form of play!

The term for these fast friendships, categorized by the innocent diaper-fueled promiscuity nature of them, is “Playground Lovers”. It’s such a common phenomenon within society to have earned its own label.

With how normalized these types of relationships are—and how omnipresent it is for kids and teens to thoroughly enjoy their diapers in general—within society, many public amenities have been built to help facilitate and enhance these burgeoning friendships.

Benches are designed to let kids sit and lay in the optimal positions for diapersex!

Sex swings are installed right beside the swing set, allowing for some fun diaper humping action!

See-saws come with wonderfully colorful sextoys protruding from the seats to add some extra excitement!

Springy bouncers are equipped with vibrating seats to make that diaper bouncing and smushing even more satisfying!

All of this infrastructure is put in place for the sole purpose of helping kids get off in their diapers!!

Let’s take a closer look at the myriad ways in which these playground lover relationships can blossom:

A diaperboy introduces himself to another boy his age, the plastic waistband peeking out from his shorts marking his expected lack of potty training. They’ve never met before, but he invites him to come play on the partner swings with him. The other boy is already feeling a bit frisky, his own dirty diaper just feels so nice against his sensitive areas, so he happily accepts the offer.

The two boys quickly sprint to the special swingsets, a waddle from their droopy padding coloring their steps. Securely strapping themselves in, their bulging diapers are sandwiched together. It takes no time at all for them to start thrusting and grinding their doughy plastic covered protection against one another with reckless abandon.

Each christens their already heavy padding with a sticky mess, but that just marks the beginning of their playtime adventures. Running to the see-saws, they each take a seat, moaning together as their bottoms get perfectly filled and stretched. They make a game of seeing how much they can get the other to cream their Huggies as they bounce it up and down. A game of tag around the jungle gym finds them in a giggly tangle behind a slide in quick order, the new friends happily humping their diaperfronts together.

All while their moms are sitting together on a park bench overseeing the amorous games their sons are playing. Watching as their kids kiss and grind their messy diapers together in the playground sandbox. Chatting about how their boys can be such boys , while giggling and taking pictures because of how adorable they’re being. Exchanging information and setting up a future playdate because it's clear that these two playground lovers enjoy each other's company.

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A tween who has been admiring another girl's perfectly poopy Pampers for the past five minutes and finally builds up the courage to shyly ask if he can give some big kisses to her heavy seat. Cut to two minutes later where she's sitting on his face, back arched as she moans for the whole playground to hear. Her hands pressing fully onto his tented front as she struggles to maintain her balance in the throes of her pleasure. The boy beneath her bucking up into her palms as his world is enveloped by her stink and loving every minute of it.

After much vigorous playing and a heap of creamy accidents, the girl’s mom comes to break up the new playground lover’s makeout session because she has some errands that she needs to finish.

The girl begs her mom for five more minutes since she’s having so much fun with her new friend and wants to keep playing. Playing in this instance of course means having their special friend grope and worship her diaper while he pumps his boyhood into his slick and warm padded protection.

Her mom is generous enough to let them play a bit longer under the stipulation that she changes them first.

The two tweens quickly get to work making out with and huffing the girl’s freshly balled up diaper as her mom continues to change her. Fully pressing their noses into its aromatic bulk, pressing needy kisses across his plastic surface as arousal continues to soar through them both.

Brought to another orgasm through their thorough snoofing session, the girl is finally led away by her mom. Neither tween had thought to exchange names beforehand, more focused on playing and having fun. The two playground lovers certainly hope they’ll meet again someday.

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A teen goes to the mall with her family and quickly wanders off to do her own thing. That mostly turns out to be her sitting at the food court eyeing up all the other diapered boys and girls frequenting the shopping plaza. Some especially heavy Pampers peeking out from under a delightfully short skirt catch her eye.

The other girl catches her staring, but she doesn’t get offended, instead she smiles in response. The two teens openly ogle each other, and quickly find what they see to their liking.

Lust at first sight, the horny teenagers come together with barely a word. Hookups like this are perfectly common, and so it doesn’t take much for hands to wander, finding wonderful handles to grab or padding to fondle.

While it isn’t frowned upon, there are better places to have diapersex than in the middle of the foodcourt. Instead, they stumble towards the nearest department store, exchanging quick kisses and groping at each other all the while.

They find their way to a display of buzzy wands within a larger sex toy section. Vibrators, butt plugs, kink wear, special playtime diapers, and a host of other lewd paraphernalia graces the racks and shelves surrounding them.

Corded buzzy wands are plugged in and open for customer use, and the girls take advantage of that fact. Their knees almost buckle when they turn it on, compressed between their hefty Huggies. Pressed against their playground lover they’re able to maintain their balance and they’re able to move past their initial euphoric shock.

Lips lock. Hands claw through hair and grab fistfuls of crinkly covered seats. Hips gyrate as a tented front is smashed into a well used and arousal soaked pair. Pleasure filled vibrations course through spongey fluff and brings the diaper fueled desire to new heights.

The high school aged girls spend nearly an hour coupled together, each helping their new friend gush orgasmic bliss into their thirsty Huggies almost a dozen times.

Fully relieved and tuckered out, the two teens begin perusing the mall and getting to know each other. They make no attempt at fixing their hair or covering the numerous smooch marks and hickeys that dapple their skin. Their now exposed diapers are in dire need of a change and obviously worn and distressed from their amorous coupling.

In their mindless meandering they end up running into the original girl’s parents. Without any concern for how she must look she squeezes the hand of the girl she just met and asks her parents if she can come over for a sleepover that weekend.

The parents share a knowing look. They know exactly what will be going down for that entire sleepover.

They agree to the proposal, but still find it within themselves to subject their daughter to some teasing:

Mom: And does your new friend have a name?

Daughter: Ugh....

Daughter realizing they never asked and getting flustered and whispering to their playground lover: What's your name?

Playground Lover: Sam.

Daughter: This is Sam!

Dad: Well it looks like you and Sam both need a diaper change, how about you hop on up on the bench and we'll get you sorted out.

Daughter: DAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaad!

We’ve taken a close look at the phenomenon of “Playground Lovers”, now let us take a step back and examine what other wonderful peculiarities this world has that allow such relationships to flourish.

Schooling plays a large part in a person’s development, so it comes as no surprise that there are some distinct differences in how education operates within this world.

SexEd, for example, starts being taught at a very young age. Typically with very simplistic concepts such as how it’s normal for a child’s diapers to make them feel good and explaining how a diaper change should be performed to ensure that their diaper parts don’t develop a rash and remain nice and hygienic. These classes continue, year after year, helping kids develop a better understanding of their sexual needs and how they’re intrinsically tied to diapers.

A common refrain you’ll hear in most SexEd classes is the question and response:

“Now, class, what’s the only foolproof way to avoid stds and pregnancies?”

“By only ever having sex with your preferred brand of diapers!”

The most common tact is one that is abstinence forward but with an extremely (diaper)sex positive twist. It is widely accepted that kids, preteens, and teens all receive sexual gratification from wearing and using their diapers and that there is no reason to prohibit them from exploring and indulging in those feelings. There are, however, progressive and reactionary elements that color this conversation as well.

The largest demographic of parents, the moderates on this issue, fully embrace the idea that boys and girls should be able to hump their diapers as much as they want. There is public infrastructure put in place to purposefully help with this purpose and the vast majority of adults support this! What sets them apart from the progressives in this case, is that they believe that this should be the sole avenue of a youth’s sexual expression.

It's viewed essentially as playing. Kids need diapers. They like how their diapers feel. It's only natural that they'd like to rub and hump their diapers and they should be free to do so as they want.

The second largest group would be categorized as progressive. Valuing their child’s ability to freely express themselves sexually to a high degree. This society is fundamentally sexually progressive as a baseline, and the parents of these kids represent the bleeding edge of that. Raising their children to basically be underage padded sluts. They often get fucked on changing tables or make frequent visits under their teacher's desk. They won't ever be doing any penetrating themselves though! That's always a step too far. Kids belong in diapers! Allowing them to top is viewed as putting undue adult expectations on them.

This perspective is becoming more widely accepted by the day.

The sexually conservative serve as the minority. Made up of adults that are highly protective of their children or who hold fundamentalist or extremely conservative views in other realms of life as well. They maintain the idea that so long as one still relies on diapers they should, in addition, be kept locked up tightly in chastity and be subjected to regular checks for signs of naughtiness.

Often they will prohibit their child from engaging in diapersex with their peers or being able to play on playground equipment designed to offer sexual stimulation. This has often led to the view that these parents are overly controlling or abusive by society at large. It's seen as one thing if their kid is caged but they're still free to go play on the buzzy seesaw with their friends and struggle to get off, but several steps too far if they're forbidden from even playing with the equipment to begin with.

It can be seen as analogous to kids with highly religious parents who forbid them from doing a host of societally accepted things that alienate them from their peers.

Despite their dwindling support, this faction continues to stubbornly persist and push their agenda.

The one universality held between all of these groups is an understanding that potty training is something strictly reserved for adults.

What of the facilities at schools?

Given that none of the student body, regardless of grade level, is expected to be potty trained, schools only come equipped with staff bathrooms. Instead, they house special changing rooms. Rooms that are finely furnished with changing tables, diapers, and all the supplies and toys a student could need. Each of these rooms is staffed by professional diaper changers, licensed and trained to be able to handle the large amount of changes that a fully diapered student body could require while making sure that their servicing is comfortable and pleasurable for each of them.

Classrooms also come equipped with changing tables and all the necessary supplies, the nurse’s office as well. How frequently these facilities see use depends largely on grade level.

In elementary school every class is graced with a teacher’s assistant who serves the dual role of classroom diaper changer. Indeed, some of these assistant’s enjoy this aspect of the job so much that they move onto becoming full-time school diaper changers rather than teachers. Students are then paired up into buddies to help check each other.

It's common for students who get paired up as checking buddies to grow to become good friends! The support and trust developed from this arrangement helps to strengthen the students’ bonds with one another. Friendly diaper checks between friends can also lead to much longer and much more thorough checking than is explicitly necessary. Students often take it as an excuse to have some fun or tease their friend.

Towards middle school, teacher’s assistants become much more scarce and students are expected to seek out changes when needed, usually with the help of friends who no longer need to be assigned to help check each others’ diapers. Passing periods are longer in order to accommodate students being able to visit the changing rooms dotted throughout the school.

Still, every classroom even up to the highschool level is still equipped with a changing table and there are no rules against a teacher changing diapers themselves. Many teachers have in place a sort of reward system where students who make good grades or do well on a test can redeem the right to get a special diaper change in front of the whole class. It's a nice incentive to get the students motivated to do well in their studies!

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It’s lunch time for two middle schoolers. Already finished with their food, the two get up and almost go to join their friends outside for recess, but the rustling squelch that accompanies their every step and the warm weight straining the seat of their padding makes them second guess that decision.

They come to the well advised conclusion that they should make a trip to the school changing room to get their super full diapers taken care of, otherwise they might threaten a rash before they make it through their next period. Neither has built up enough points to get the highly prized diaper change from their teacher, so they’d be fully out of luck.

Thankfully the attendants in the changing rooms are very dedicated to ensuring that students get the full use out of their diapers before they change them. Each preteen is eager to get their diaper changed as a result, they know that they’re going to have a fun time.

The changing room has an inviting atmosphere, soft lighting and plush changing tables, blue wallpaper with a smattering of clouds, one corner is piled high with plushies. Each table is stocked with a full supply of big crinkly colorful diapers along with a large assortment of sex toys changing aids. Several students are already in the middle of having their needs attended to, and the unoccupied staff seem eager and friendly as the two friends ask for a change as well.

The tweens are led to a duel changing table and lay side by side. Each is praised for getting such full use out of their Pampers without leaking. That kind of conscientiousness is always looked well upon, it shows that an adolescent is using and relying on their diapers as they rightly should but are aware enough to get it responsibly changed without an unwanted incident.

The praise is paired with a sensual teasing of their doughy diaperfronts. In quick turn, those fondling hands are replaced with buzzing wands, the whirring heads pressed firmly into each tween’s fully packed padded. The electrifying pleasure of having their diaper parts intimately massaged quickly coaxes needy moans out of both students.

Their hands soon find each other, fingers joining together as they share a euphoric pleasure. Their diapers are molded like play-doh under the attention of the wandering buzzy wands, continually ratcheting each tweens arousal to high and higher levels.

Driven with need, they lean closer. Their lips meet. Tongues dance. Moans and cries of pleasure are muffled in the mouth of their friend. They continue to make out as their attendants buzz their bulging diaperfronts to help them efficiently make stickies in their already destroyed Pampers.

Businesses aren’t immune to the influence of diapers either. There’s the obvious consequence that comes with anyone under the age of majority lacking toilet training: diaper companies are positively thriving!

Pampers, Huggies, Luvs, along with a whole host of other diaper brands are able to ensure a year over year profit gain due to their product being held as a critical necessity in the lives of kids, tweens, and teens. With such a large market there is fierce competition to try and convince kids all over the world that the diapers they should wear should be the one that they’re marketing!

Every grocery store has an aisle dedicated just to diapers. Shelves piled high with a variety of designs, from the most infantile and poofy Pampers to the most cool and fashionable Huggies, meant for every age and size imaginable. It’s a common sight to see a kid perusing the diaper aisle with excitement, looking upon a new package of premium padding with desire, or staring in indecision upon which brand they want to grace their bottom. With so many options kids and teens are able to be very picky with their choices. Whatever style they wear or activity they get up to, they’ll be able to discover a diaper that seems tailor made for their needs.

Packages of diapers also inhabit many other places outside of the diaper aisle. They’re such a ubiquitous part of life afterall! Every clothing store has diapers on display as well, with patterns and designs that pair well with the clothes on offer so that the fashionably minded can coordinate. If a kid is a gamer, they can go down to their local game shop and pick up a package of Minecraft Creeper Protection or Fortnite BattlePamps. If a tween enjoys sports, a sporting goods store will have padding with their favorite sports team branding represented on it. From anime & Disney princesses to cute animals & edgy & emo. Techwear & rustic to haute couture & juvenile. There is a diaper that exists to suit every taste.

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Due to the large variety of options, there sometimes arise kids who become snobbish about their preferred diaper brands. Only choosing to associate with those who have likewise taste in padding and looking down on those who don’t.

A handful of quotes from these elitist diaper wearers:

“I'm only friends with people who wear Huggies!”

“My mom says I can only have playtime with kids who wear Pampers. She said they offer the best protection!”

“Luvs are for losers! Talk to me when you get some cool diapers.”

While these diaper brand based cliques do exist, it is still the norm for most friend groups to be made up of kids who wear a large variety of different styles and brands.

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Diaper companies aren’t the only entities to thrive off of this diaper normalized paradigm. With diapers being accepted as a natural facet of an adolescents development, many companies exploit that in their own branding and advertising.

What better way is there for a restaurant to advertise than by paying local elementary school students to strip off their bottoms and hand out free samples while wearing Pampers specially made with their logo? Why would a company run a generic commercial for dog food when they could instead film some nice diaper porn and flash their brand at the end? Everyone loves diapers, they’d be fools to not take advantage of that and have their advertising focus on them, even when their product or service is wholly unrelated.

Certain establishments have incorporated this society’s diaper obsession into the center of their business model.

Cushy-Tushies, for example, is a restaurant chain known for its scantily clad servers that leave their diapers fully on display. High school students are the typical hires, and they’re expected to wear only a crop top and a pair of extra thick Huggies emblazoned with the company logo.

These teens will bring out food, a large waddle in their gait from their leg gapingly large padding, and sit their pillowy butt down at the edge of the table after serving their patrons so they can get a really good look at their soaked diaper. They’ll flirt with their customers, asking if they can sit on their lap or presenting their perfectly packed and muddy bottom for inspection and asking if they think they need a change. 

The main attraction is the hourly special entertainment shows that they put on. These are spectacles where several of the servers get on stage in the middle of the restaurant and perform strip shows and engage in highly seductive diapersex. Beautiful teens will sensually rub and grind on one another, playing with their addictive and crinkly diapers all for the viewing pleasure of their audience.

An individual’s homelife plays an integral role in shaping who they are as a person. What is the average home like for the girls and boys of this world?

One noticeable difference is a piece of furniture that is a key feature in every child and teenager’s bedroom. A changing table. So ubiquitous and often used that many would consider an adolescent’s bedroom incomplete without the presence of one. It is a permanent fixture in every youth’s life. The only thing about it that changes—besides a kiddo’s diapers—is that it gets bigger as they grow older.

Toilets are much less plentiful as well. Most households only have a singular porcelain throne, located in the master bathroom. By law, all public and private toilets come with some manner of lock attached to them in order to prevent any curious or rebellious minor from using it. These locking mechanisms can vary in complexity and security depending on the laws within a given area. In essence, these toilets are only meant for adult use and are wholly off limits to those without a toileting license.

Among the usual paraphernalia you’ll see in a child’s bedroom: dolls & action figures, legos & plushies, video games & sports balls; you’ll find a variety of Playtime Enhancers as well! Buzzy wands that are designed to look like cartoonish magic wands. Phallic toys molded with playful bumps and knobs or given silly features like smiling faces or googly eyes on the head. Bouncy seats installed to the ceiling that have a fun vibrating function along the crotch. Not to mention a whole host of other inventive products and toys fashioned specifically to help boys and girls cum very hard into their diapers.

Media as a whole is also inundated with the presence of diapers as well. The many commercials that feature a tween filling their diaper or a kid being rubbed to orgasm by a parent just to catch a viewer’s attention when their product is wholly unrelated certainly play a part in that. Regular programming places heavy emphasis on diapers as well, any child actor that comes on screen is sure to be sporting a diaper that their clothes barely conceal. Costuming departments purposefully craft clothes that emphasize the bulk of an actor’s diaper or add multiple boosters and layers to what they’re already wearing to ensure that they’re noticeable and eye-catching regardless of the situation.

Cartoons as a whole are stocked by a wide array of diapered characters, all happily wearing and using their padding. Shows meant for young children often focus on the importance of using and loving their diapers. For tweens, they get to identify with fun characters who are just their age and also wear diapers getting into wacky hijinks or going on epic adventures.

Shonen protags like Deku and Naruto pack their Pampers just as often as they get involved in high octane fights, the type of depiction that allows them to be cool but still identifiable with teens. Disney Princesses are always idolized and with characters like Moana and Rapunzel, who are as likely to break out into song as they are to soak their Huggies, they serve as a perfect role model for every growing viewer.

When a teen is playing the latest M-Rated Xbox title, they’re likely to do so while wearing some Xbox branded Game Changers , allowing them to keep playing with maximum comfort and no distractions for hours on end no matter how heavily they flood their padding. Kiddos who do plenty of gaming on their Switch can rest easy knowing they have all the security they need as they grunt out a landslide into their seat thanks to their Nintendo Level-Ups !

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Familial relationships are much more sexually charged as a baseline.

It isn’t odd for a parent to help their kid get off in their diapers. It’s viewed just as innocently as giving them a warm hug or a kiss on the cheek. They might be cuddling with their son or daughter on the couch and decide to give them an impromptu diaper check. That simple touch could be enough to get their child in the mood, and within moments they’re bucking their hips into their parents' palm and earnestly asking if they can help them cream their padding.

By that same token it’s seen as perfectly normal and innocuous to smooch and frot their bulging diapers together. If anything, when siblings don’t have such amorous relationships it’s viewed as deeply unhealthy and worth some intervention and investigation into the cause. Even siblings who often fight or get into arguments will still eagerly snoof and hump their rival sibling’s diaper at the end of the day. Diapersex is just a natural consequence that occurs when two minors spend prolonged periods of time together!

In more open minded and progressive households these relationships can even become more sexualized. In these homes it’s common for fathers who, upon getting excited under the course of carrying out a diaper change, decides to free his manhood and fill up his child right on top of their changing table. After pumping a warm and heavy load deep into their guts, he’ll finish taping them into their fresh diaper, allowing their daddy’s love to continue leaking out of them until their next change. Mothers will frequently continue nursing their children even when they’re well into their teens. The excitement and satisfaction that comes from nourishing her perpetually diapered children with her own milk is often listed as one of the greatest pleasures a mother can have, and certain studies have claimed that the skinship involved positively affects a youth’s mental and emotional wellbeing.

Family gatherings and celebrations are also times of great excitement. A horde of cousins, all of various ages, but each and every one still diapered, now all together, will often devolve into an orgy of diapersex at least once during the event. Such couplings are looked upon fondly, and many of the children’s parents will take pictures and videos so they can capture the sweet memories. Able to one day reminisce with their child about how well they used to get along with such and such cousin or teasing them on how much of a crush they had on another member of their family, able to provide evidence with the ample photographic evidence that shows them worshipping their family members diaper or happily thrusting their diaperfront against the others poopy tushy.

Parties are thrown where uncle’s happily bounce their niece or nephew’s doughy diaper against their knee, chuckling when they’re able to coax the kiddo towards an orgasm. Aunts who fight for the privilege of changing a teen’s diaper because they haven’t seen them for so long and they’re just so cute , cheekily giving the teen a peek at their breasts as they slip them out of their dress to really excite them as they rub them through their dirty diaper to fully make sure it’s worth a change.

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When kids get together to plan a slumber party, the discussion can become very involved. With all the different wants kids can have combined with the myriad of parenting styles that exist, they often have a lot to consider to ensure everyone has a fun time.

Tommy: “Kenny wants Lisa’s house, because her parents stock tons of spare premium diapers, and his mom only buys him Luvs .”

Alice: “Yeah, but they don’t play with us during changes, so I want Tommy’s house. Just ask Lisa to bring a handful for him.”

Kenny: “But my little brother still has a Forever FrustratedTM cage on, and Tommy’s parents say it’s overstepping to disrespect that. At least Alice’s parents let him buzz.”

Alice: “It’s fine. I can pick locks, so they’ll never know and you two can play with each other all night too. Just make sure to put it back on him before you leave.”

Lisa: “I can’t believe those things are still legal in the first place.”

All of these friends want to have a sleepover, a sweet and innocent hallmark of childhood, and so much of their decision making on who should host it is based around who has access to what diapers and whose parents are the most lenient and permissive towards diapersex!

In the end, they decide upon Tommy’s house. After school on Friday, the kids all pile into Tommy’s mom’s minivan, ready and excited for an exciting weekend.

They have to make a trip to the grocery store first, in order to pick up all the snacks and much needed supplies they’ll need for the sleepover. Obviously this requires that they make a stop at the diaper aisle as well!

The kids work as one to beg Tommy’s mom to buy a pack of Pampers Playtime Diapers for Frisky Kiddos—featuring a patented Slick n' Slide Lube lined interior—for them to be able to play in. With a knowing sigh she throws it into the shopping cart while the kids cheer.

Tommy’s Mom: “If I’m getting these then you all need to promise to keep it down after ten, okay? Tommy’s dad and I didn’t catch a wink of sleep the last time you all had a slumber party because of how much fun you all got up to!”

Tommy: “We’ll be quiet mom!”

All of the friends in unison: “We promise!”

Politics play a large role in how a society functions, shaping the laws that govern a land and setting the bounds of what is acceptable and taboo for a great swathe of people. This remains true even when society is held in the grip of a diaper induced mania.

Previously we touched upon a commonly held law within much of this world: The requirement of a toileting license in order to use and operate a toilet. This law is viewed as just plain common sense by the vast majority of the population. Its impact is also far reaching.

In order to even take the test necessary to gain a toileting license, an individual must first acquire a toilet training permit and go through a potty training program in order to prove that they have the proper capability to pass the exam. Potty training is something that can take upwards of months or even years before an individual has developed the level of control necessary to take their licensing test.

Even when an individual has earned their license they must continue to display a competent level of continence or else they risk having their toileting license revoked and being demoted back to diapers by law. Most areas implement a three strikes system within a year’s time frame.

To even begin undergoing the process of potty training, one must be of the age of majority. In most places this is 18 years of age, in some progressive areas it is as high as 21, while in certain conservative localities they’ve managed to lower it to a staggering 16 years old. When one decides to undergo the process of potty training diapers can often be discovered to make that a challenge. Which is why, when an individual procures a toilet training permit they can present their card at any store in order to legally purchase a pack of pull-ups or training pants.

Pull-ups and training pants are largely locked behind secure glass containers or held in check by pharmacies, significantly lowering the chance of a minor from being able to get their hands on them. For practical reasons underwear and panties aren’t handled with the same level of scrutiny. While a child or teen trying to wear underwear when they should remain diapered is just as much of a concern as them beginning to wear pull-ups when they’re not ready, their lack of potty training will make their discovery much swifter with the former than the latter.

One might ask, if wearing diapers is viewed so positively by society, why does anyone bother to get potty trained? The answer is largely due to the universal cultural views of maturity and competence with which this world holds.

There are certainly individuals who, even after passing the age of majority, consciously decide to never potty train. Their prospects in life, however, largely diminish as a result. Diapers, and the people who wear them, are widely beloved, but they carry many judgements as well; they’re viewed as being dependents who need a level of care and coddling, immature or lacking in life experience, and are absent of the growth of character that marks one as an adult. Due to this, those who rely on diapers are never fully considered adults, and instead as just a large child.

Individuals such as these may struggle to rent or buy a home as property dealers may struggle to believe that they can reliably make their payments and thus withhold their deals. Elevated positions within a company are nigh impossible to attain unless one has a toileting license because it’s believed that the level of responsibility needed for such a position is beyond the grasp of one who can’t even tell when they need to use the potty. To be an adult is to be potty trained. A child wouldn’t be trusted to be a doctor or CEO, and so if one wants to attain these sorts of positions then they must take the steps necessary to prove their maturity and competency and earn a toileting license.

Even moreso, persons who are not potty trained are not held as being fully legal and independent adults within the eyes of the law. In fact, even when a person is of the age of majority, they’re still held within the same purview as minors within many realms of life until they have earned their toileting license. For this reason, they’re categorized under the umbrella of diapered person , which includes all minors and any individual who still legally wears diapers. Diapered persons have less legal restrictions on their labor opportunities and ability to own property than do minors, but in every other regard they are withheld to the same restrictions and standards.

As such, in this world, any organization that we typically recognize as being focused on the wellbeing of minors has had their scope expanded to diapered persons as a whole. Diapered persons have slightly more legal freedoms but are, at the end of the day, viewed as needing the same protections, oversight, and guidance as any child or teenager.

One such organization, the Diapered Persons Protective Services (DPPS), is responsible for investigating any crimes or legal infractions that affect a diapered person, minor or otherwise.

This could mean raids on homes by potty training investigators for suspicion of illegal toilet use. A school being shut down and an investigation being launched when a pair of child sized underwear is discovered within a locker room. Arresting parents under suspicion of underage potty training. And many other such related crimes.

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Citizens will join and fight for every political cause under the sun.

Marches are led by activists fighting for anti-chastity laws to be enacted, arguing that every child, preteen, and teenager has a right to sexual pleasure and allowing them to be caged is a violation of their bodily autonomy.

The dominant church preaches about the virtue of purity and how second sons must remain tightly locked and controlled to allow them to focus on worship and serving others.

Diapered persons engage in protests, trying to bring attention to how they suffer discrimination and that their rights are being infringed upon.

Progressives go door to door asking people to sign a petition in support of increasing the legal potty training age to 25.

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These sorts of concerns have a large effect on political campaigns as well:

“My opponent’s a good family man, isn’t he? Five kids, and each one of them charming. The youngest two are still in school as I understand, and still well diapered day and night, as they should be. Isn’t that lovely?

“Now, the other three all made the decision to potty train around the end of high school. No shame in that. Hell, I made the same decision myself, and just like me they passed their tests with flying colors.

“No, I don’t shame any young person for making that decision, but I will say I start to find it odd when three in a row from the same family take up the toilet the moment they’re legal adults. A family who always potty trains right at 18 gives me the same funny feeling when I see a company who always pays minimum wage, the feeling that they’d go lower if only it weren’t a crime.

“I just so happen to be a family man too, and I brought my kids with me today—why don’t you guys come up on stage?—and they’d like to show you all how they feel about the prospect of potty training!”

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The priorities of the news are also affected:

"I'm Trisha Odenberk with BDN, speaking with voters here in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania about the highly controversial bill to lower the Toilet Usage Licensing age requirement down to 16 years old."

"It's disgusting. Kids aren't meant to use the toilet. It's always been that way! I barely had a handle at it when I first took the exam at 20, and now you have whackos claiming someone still in high school can handle it?"

"I know for sure I'm not voting for that moron Senator McDouglas come election day. Kids need their diapers! It's common sense! And did you hear how all of his kids "conveniently" passed their potty exams on their 18th birthday. Smells to high heaven of bathroom abuse. If anything I think we should be talking about whether he goes to jail over whether our kids have the capacity to use the toilet."

"I'm Dr. Valens, and I've been a specialist in child development and pediatrics for over two decades and I can say categorically that the expectation that a teenager can have the capacity to learn and retain bladder and bowel control is ludicrous. Such a thing would add undue stress and anxiety to children in that age bracket. We should be speaking about raising the minimum age for potty training, not lowering it. Diapers allow children and teens to maintain a level of comfort and security that nourishes their mental wellbeing, helps them build bonds with their peers and plays a vital role in their emotional development. It would be a crime to rob them of that."

"We reached out to Senator McDouglas, he played a leading role in constructing the bill, and he commented: Parents should have the right to decide if and when a child can take the proper steps in challenging obstacles and overcoming challenges that will help them pass the milestones needed in becoming a responsible individual within society. Parents know their child better than anyone and can make the right choice in what their child is capable of handling. The state should not have a say in a family's decision making. We need to face reality and recognize that the country's children do not need to be coddled. If we stand firm and assert that they pull themselves up by their bootstraps the sooner we will have a generation of strong workers and entrepreneurs to build the economy and get this country moving forward in the right direction ."

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You were nervous the next morning. Worried over whether you’d irreparably damaged and changed your relationship with your mom. All because you’d gotten lost in the moment and brought your deepest sexual fantasies out into the light when they should’ve remained safely hidden.

Despite wanting to scream into your pillow and disappear into a hole, you managed the wherewithal to get out of bed and see your mom off to work like you did every morning.

In the kitchen, you found her nursing a coffee. She always needed a cup to get her started in the day.

You tried to offer a hello or good morning , but your nerves were catching up to you again and it was like your tongue was stuck in place. Which led to you brilliantly grunting out some sound like urgh-muh.

It did its job of catching her attention at least, and she looked over to you with a small but warm smile and asked if you slept well. You don’t remember exactly how you responded, hopefully it was something more intelligent than another strangled murmur.

It apparently did the trick, because she responded positively before pulling away from her spot by the coffee machine to come give you a hug. She made a comment on how she had checked the traffic and needed to leave for work early if she wanted to make it on time. Before she fully pulled away, she pressed a kiss to your temple and wished you a good day, along with expressing how much she loved you.

Dumbfounded, you expressed similar well wishes and how you loved her too while watching her gather her stuff and make her way out the door. It was like nothing had changed at all. You could remember countless other mornings that had played out almost exactly the same. She hadn’t looked at you any differently or seemed affected by what you had shared with her at all the day before.

You were beginning to seriously wonder if it had all been an elaborate dream after all. Surely, things couldn’t go back to business as usual after all of that?

The thought was turned over in your mind over and over again through the rest of the day while you worked through your list of chores. Even when they were all completed you still hadn’t settled on a conclusion. Were you just delusional and imagined up all of what had happened yesterday? Did it actually happen? But then how could your mom be so thoroughly nonplussed about it all? The idea that she was wholly unaffected by it seemed out of the realm of possibility.

There was solace to be found in the fact that whether the events from before were real or only an elaborate fever dream, your mother’s response hadn’t been negative . You could breathe easy knowing that at the very least she still loved you and wasn’t going to treat you any differently.

Chores completed, pent up, and with nothing better to do you decide to indulge in some masturbation. After getting over the anxiousness that gripped you from contemplating the fallout of yesterday’s adventure, all that you were left with was how hot the situation had been, imaginary or not. That growing arousal needed addressing.

This time you were going to employ at least some basic precautions. No need to tempt fate if you had truly conjured up that titillating scene and your mom hadn’t actually approved of your sexual tastes. You closed your bedroom door, hid yourself beneath your covers, and plugged in some earphones.

While you got into your rhythm, pulling up your favorite erotica while pumping your length at a steady pace, your thoughts kept drifting back to the picture of your mom laying right beside you, silently encouraging you to pleasure yourself. That picture was making you more aroused than what was playing across your screen.

As often happens when one starts masturbating, you lost track of time. Enough time had passed that the hour of the day where your mom typically arrived home had rolled around. With your headphones in and your eyes closed as you focused more on your mental picture than the diapercuck porn playing on your laptop, you were ignorant to the knocking at your door. As well as to the calling of your name. Your mother opening the door. Walking towards you and getting a clear picture of what you were doing.

You only came back to reality as your mom plucked the headphones from your head, startling you in the process. She was looking down at you, disappointment tugging down at her lips. You tried to stammer an excuse but she cut you off.

“Honey, I thought that after you’d opened yourself up yesterday you wouldn’t feel the need to hide this side of yourself anymore.”

So yesterday was real! Your mom had sat beside you as you divulged the true depths of your fetishistic fantasies, and was now apparently disappointed that you weren’t being as flagrantly open anymore.

You were struck dumb. Unsure of how to respond, but your mother continued to loom over you and waited for you to defend yourself.

“I–Um… Sorry..?”

Incredibly smooth.

Your mom shook her head goodnaturedly and sighed. You thought that might be the end of it before she motioned for you to scooch over.

Your heart stuttered. Were you truly going to get a repeat of yesterday’s wildly hot events? As your mom slid into bed next to you after you made room, it seemed impossible that it could play out any differently.

“So what’s my special boy looking at today?”

You gulped as your arousal simultaneously hardened into steel, turning your laptop to face her so she could get a full look at your perverse diapercuck porn. She absorbed it with the same quiet appreciation as she had the day before.

Cock in hand, you got back to pumping. Masturbating for the captivated audience of your mother had given you some understandable performance anxiety. Thankfully the sheer sexual thrill of the whole situation was enough to keep your rigidity topped up.

No, the particular issue you had was with maintaining a steady rhythm. You were incredibly turned on, you could make yourself crest the peak within a half a minute if you maintained your typical speed. But then your mom might assume you were a quickshot. So, should you try to take it low and slow? Impress your mom with how long you could last? Or did she want you to get it over and done with? You had no idea what the right move was and so you’re clumsily switching back and forth while the dilemma consumes you.

While you continued to be distracted—something that seemed to be occurring more frequently whenever your mom came in to play—your mom had noticed the lack of a certain item and had begun to dig through your nightstand in search of it.

You were broken from your conflicted masturbatorial cerebration by the dropping of a soft crinkly lump onto your lap. It was a pull-up, one of the same that you frequently used as an aid in relieving your pent up pressure. You froze in your stroking, turning to your mom with a question at your lips.

“You really seemed to enjoy playing with this yesterday. It makes sense with how much of your videos focus on how nice a diaper feels. It’s actually a pretty smart idea as well, no mess to clean up when you release it all into your Goodnite.”

She was encouraging you to stroke off into a pull-up! Your mom wanted you to cream the pillowy insides of your padded onahole!

Who were you to deny her request?

A shiver coursed down your body as you slid the crinkly protection over your length. Feeling your cock wrapped firmly within the plush bulk of one of your Goodnites was already one of the best feelings in the world. The fact that it was accompanied by your mom’s urging just made it ten times more erotic.

There was no way you were going to last long.

You rapidly pistoned your padding against your arousal. Plastic rustling was accompanied by quick breaths and heavy moans.

Your head rocked back as a gooey groan snaked out of your throat. A hot stickiness was showered into your thirsty pull-up, each pulse coursing tingly ecstasy through your most sensitive parts.

For the second day in a row you came under your mother’s watchful eye.

It felt just as unbelievably good as the first.

While you slowly caught your breath and recovered from your life changing orgasm your mom began to address you. In a way that was both serious and soothing, she reiterated that you no longer needed to hide yourself away when you’re pleasuring yourself or feel ashamed about what you’re doing it to. She loved you. Every part of you. That she’s your mom and is willing to embrace and accept all of your eccentricities.

She made it clear that there were to be no more closed doors or wearing headphones when you wanted to make yourself feel good. She even went as far as to say that you could be yourself anywhere in the house! Whether that meant you watched porn on the living room tv or got a thrill by exposing yourself in the backyard. Even being naughty in your mother’s own bed.

From that day on watching porn under your incredibly accommodating mom’s guidance became a very common activity. It happened nearly every day. Multiple times a day if she was free from work or not occupied by other responsibilities. And never once did she turn you away or judge you.

The first time you ran out of the stockpile of Goodnites that you used to soak up your sticky emissions your mom nonchalantly asked if you’d like her to buy you some proper diapers.

After wondering how you could be blessed with such a loving and open minded parent, you hesitantly took her up on her offer. Even after ejaculating dozens of times over to your most illicit fantasies in front of your mom, you still struggled to let go of all of your reservations and fully embrace your mom’s tacit acceptance of your desires. As such, you were too insecure to actually make a decision on what diapers she should buy you. Instead, you just led her through the wide variety of options that were available online and argued that she should choose since she was the one who would be paying for it.

She took time to deliberate over the choice. Since you had left the decision making to her and she now knew what options were available she wanted to take some time in order to do some proper research into what would be the ideal diaper to get for you.

For that reason, you didn’t discover what she had purchased until the box had arrived at your doorstep.

Despite your mounting anticipation, you waited until your mom got home to open them. It just felt like this was a moment you were meant to share.

Cutting open the surprisingly heavy box revealed a package of CuddleBum diapers. A premium ABDL brand that specialized in making diapers with the aesthetics and feel reminiscent of actual Pampers. These diapers in specific bore a striking resemblance to the Sesame Street themed Pampers Cruisers, only the design was slightly tweaked and the characters were replaced with those from the companies own legally distinct cast of characters from a fictional show called Pamperton Boulevard.

Your mom chose those diapers for you. Out of all the options available, those were the ones that she felt would be the best fit for you. Your mom bought you CuddleBum Playtime Diapers. With packaging that featured muppet like characters smiling and waving and playfully marketed themselves as being “for extra special big kids”. Those distinctly babyish diapers were what your mom wanted you to wear!

“What do you think, honey?”

“T-They’re ugh… Great.”

You meant it as well. Maybe you would have chosen a different design, or something less prototypically infantile if you had picked out what diapers to get. But you hadn’t. You left the decision making up to your mom, and knowing that she got those diapers specifically for you made them infinitely more exciting and desirable than any manner of stylistic preference could interfere with.

“Thanks mom.”

“Mmm, you’re welcome, baby!”

Your mother embraced you in a hug. The kind that are a big comforting squeeze. Where you feel their love and care being poured into you from the pressure of their arms encircling you in a tight cradling. The type of hug that you would willingly hold forever and never tire from, and whose ending is a loss you always long for.

She pulled away with a smile on her face.

“Well, go on! Try them out!”

Sheepishly, you followed her instruction.

It took you a few minutes of fiddling to get the fit right so that it was comfortable and the tapes didn’t look like a complete disaster, but you managed a fine job for your first attempt.

Having a proper diaper taped securely around your hips filled you with a bubbling excitement and a contented sort of rightness . To have that pillowy plastic covered fluff forcibly spreading your legs apart felt thrilling and wonderfully silly in equal measure. Having a distinct rustle accompanying every slight movement you made was delightful, it was a constant reminder of what you were wearing. Looking down and seeing the smiling face of a cute muppet like character on the face of your diaper, waving a pattern of colorful shapes and numbers, made your tummy flutter. The circle on the landing zone, denoting that your CuddleBums were a *Size 12* also imbued you with many funny feelings, lending themselves to the fantasy that these were just like any other baby diaper, only bigger to accommodate someone of your size.

You couldn’t stop squeezing your thighs together, compressing the padded bulk separating them. Or running your hands over the smooth plastic planes of your diaperfront. You were wearing a diaper! A diaper that your mom bought you! It was your diaper!

When you finally presented yourself to your mom a naughty flush colored your features and you were already pitching a prominent tent in your padding. Her comments about how adorable you looked and how your new diapers were so fitting for you only exacerbated those issues.

It was an especially mind-blowing experience to masturbate in your brand new diapers for the first time. You made quite a stirring show for your mom. Any sense you had seemed to be drained into your diapers as you bucked your thickly shielded arousal into your desperately clutching palms. You babbled, lust drunk, about how you loved your diapers, that you needed your diapers! That you loved your mom and wanted to be a good boy for her! You wanted to be her horny little diapercuck!! Wanted to only cum in your diapers for her!! Wanted to give up sex and devote yourself to fucking your diapers and worshipping your mommy forever!!!

The first ever accident you had in your new diapers was a sticky one. A breath stealing surge of milky delight splattering the insides of your devilishly soft and inviting protection. It was followed quickly by two more vigorous rounds that had you shooting equally as strong and toe curling volleys.

Your mom seemed pleased with how much you enjoyed her gift.

Despite your bold words during your libidinal performance, you had difficulty donning your CuddleBums of your own accord after that. Plagued by that same self doubt that had you hiding your activities from your mom in the first place. The only time that you put on your new diapers was at her urging, constantly haunted by the idea that if she didn’t suggest it first then it must mean that she didn’t want you to wear them.

The problem isn’t resolved until your mom catches onto your pattern of behavior and how you continually second guess herself. She easily takes the stress of the situation off of your hands by insisting that from then on that you must wear your diapers whenever you want to pleasure yourself. It was painted as a rational argument, she had bought them for you directly for that purpose and she didn’t want them to go to waste!

It wasn’t too long after that episode that your mom began to touch you during your masturbation sessions. It wasn’t atypical for her to occasionally bump shoulders with you, or to idly rest her hand on your thigh. She was just now more intentional with her physicalness. Cuddling up to you, encouragingly rubbing your arm while whispering praise in your ear, running her fingers through your hair while guiding your head to rest on her shoulder.

Actions that were distinctly caring and intimate. Things that made her feel more involved . It was always impossible to ignore her presence beforehand. Having her sat next to you while you pumped a load into your knockoff Pampers was titillating to the extreme. It was still another level entirely to have her leg wrapped around yours, feeling her breath against your skin, and having her fingers dance a mere inch above your diaper as she rubbed circles along your tummy.

The first time she reached further down, to explore the crinkly contours of your throbbing diaperfront, you climaxed within ten seconds. Feeling like your whole being had been condensed and then shot out in gooey jets to be soaked up by the plush and absorbent fluff of your diaper.

The barrier had seemingly been broken after that. Your mother became increasingly more involved, committed to playing a larger part in helping to get you off. More often than not she would take the lead in groping and playing with your diaper, setting the pace of your sexual gratification. She began to tease you, asking you questions or dubbing you names that she had to know would set you off: Are you going to be a good boy for mommy? Tell mommy how much you love your diapers. You can only cum to diapers, can’t you? You’re a diaperboy. You need your diapers. Such a precious little diapercuck. Mommys’ diapercuck. Beginning to dictate what porn you watched, all things well within your previously established tableau, but the fact that it was your mom deciding what you should be cumming to that only made it hotter. She also encouraged you to vocalize your desires much more frequently, informing you that she found it to be very pleasing.

One session found you lounging back on top of your mom. Your head comfortably rested between her inviting bosom. Her arms were wrapped around you with warm affection while one hand slowly massaged and teased at your achingly tented diaper.

Never before had you felt more safe and excited, especially at the same moment. Your mother had the incredible ability to instill within you a brilliant inner fulfillment dually matched with a never satiated and carnal neediness.

She even praised you for being such a good boy for mommy after you soaked your big baby diaper with your juices.

After you climbed down from the highs of your orgasm and managed to scramble your disparate wits back together, you still found yourself lovingly cradled by your mom. Your expected quiet afterglow was interrupted by a question, however.

“Is there a reason you still haven’t used your diapers, baby?”

You hesitantly asked for clarification, unsure if she was truly asking what you thought she was asking.

“So many of your favorite videos and pictures focus a lot on boys pooping and peeing their diapers. About how good boys love to fill their diapers. I know that you’re a good boy, so why haven’t you been using your diapers like you’re supposed to?”

Any rebuttal or excuse you could possibly come up with was quickly shot down. She went to great lengths to assure you that she’s perfectly accepting of you peeing and pooping in your big baby Pampers. Elaborating that if you worried about the clean up or had some other issue then she was happy to take the problem out of your hands and start being responsible for changing your diapers. She even threw in a light joke about how she’d done it thousands of times before when you were younger, so she was practically an expert at it already!

Wearing and filling your diapers quickly became a 24/7 affair after that. Your mom seemed determined to accommodate your fantasies; looking for any excuse to tape you up into one of your babyish diapers, until it became so commonplace as to become routine. With your mom’s active encouragement and your own clear enjoyment of the situation, you couldn’t argue out of the new arrangement even if you’d wanted to.

There was an uncharacteristic break in your new routine. Typically in the evening your mom would have you sat upon her lap as she would knead and play with your doughy diaper while you shared your newest pornographic findings with her, before then helping you clean up in the shower and getting you dressed for bed. Instead, you found her dressed to impress in a stunning dress that left little to the imagination and getting ready to go out for the night.

She changed you into your bedtime diapers early and you ogled her well proportioned form throughout the whole change. After leaving you with money to order some food and double checking that you were all set, she pressed a loving kiss to your lips that left you pink from head to toe. At your questioning look you gave her as she headed out the door, she informed you that she was going to have some fun out on the town.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she returned, clearly disheveled. Her sexy dress wrinkled, makeup smudged or runny, hair only barely tamed down from a wild mess, and tired eyes that make it clear that she never slept. But she has a new glow to her as well, and a grin that won’t slip away, clearly indicating that whatever she did she had a good time .

When she changes you out of your flooded night time protection you attempt to ask her what happened and where she went, but she just offers you a sweet smile and tells you that she made you a surprise that you’ll have to wait to see.

Midday, after she had taken a much needed nap, your mom called you into her room for another one of your habitual masturbation sessions. You brought your laptop, of course, but when you began your usual process of perusing your porn folders your mom asked you to wait. She actually had a certain video in mind, one that she thought you’d especially enjoy.

It wasn’t unusual for your mom to want to be in charge of what you got off to at that point, but she had a sense of anticipation about her as she navigated to a porn site and searched for the video. Her buzz of excitement is more than enough to pique your interest.

Clicking on a video that had only been uploaded a few hours ago entitled Sex Starved Milf Begs For Stud’s Big Cock , your pulse raced as you realized why your mom was hanging in such suspense. It was clearly her in the thumbnail. Wearing the same dress she had worn last night, with her breasts exposed and smiling with a man’s cum glazing her face. She had shot a porno. She was going to show you that porno!

You had already been pitching a prominent tent in your padding the moment you had walked into your mom’s room. Growing incredibly aroused just at the prospect of looking at porn with your mom was something you’d developed as a pavlovian response. It left you defenseless when, within the opening moments of the video, you watched as your mother slowly got undressed. With barely a touch, you were already cumming in your diaper just from the sheer implications.

Your mom was cucking you! Knowingly and on purpose! She was going to make you a diapercuck not just in fantasy but in reality!!

After your orgasmic haze faded, you found your mom giggling over your excitement while she pulled you into her lap. You offered no resistance, there was little else in the world you would rather be than sat safely between her legs. She ran a hand teasingly over your potty pants while she informed you that only your first sticky accident was free . Your mommy would get to decide when you were allowed to cum from that point on.

Like a magic trick she suddenly displayed a vibrating wand in her other hand. Flicking it on, she glided the buzzing head across your diaperfront while filling you in on the rules of her new game. Whenever you would get close to shooting off, she would pull the magic wand away and pause the video—it was only at that moment that you realized that it was currently in that state—and she would only continue her efforts, and the video, after she had determined that you had sufficiently calmed down.

The goal of the game was to watch the entire video in one sitting while she edged you the entire time.

It was torture. Pure hedonistic, overwhelmingly pleasurable, torture.

You were witness to a side of your mother that you had never seen before but had always dreamed of. Watching her kiss a stranger, a man she had never even talked to before that night, before lowering herself to her knees and taking his engorged length in her hands. Saw her delicate lips, the same ones which she used to kiss you with motherly love, press reverential kisses along his girth and down his bountiful coin purse.

Squirming in your mommy’s lap, you tried to thrust your padded front up against the buzzy wand in her hand. She paused the video once more, frozen at a shot of her struggling to throat the man’s prodigious cock, as she stared up at him begging him for more with her eyes. Vainly, you bucked your hips a few more times into the air, desperate to cum again. Your mother only continued once you managed to settle back down.

Moaning desperately when she probes the magic wand over the wonderful bulk of your diaper while your eyes are transfixed on the image of her folds being parted by a cock that seems much too large to be accommodated. Seeing in intimate detail how her pussy is stretched while that man plunges inch after inch deeper into her. The way in which your mom mewls sounds of primal delight that you’ve never heard her utter before, how her body trembles outside of her control from being granted a pleasure that it has missed so dearly.

Constantly being brought to the edge, your balls tightening, your breath hitching as you thought you were finally going to be granted a sweet release. Only to have your mom pull away your source of pleasure just moments before you could climax. Hearing her praise in your ear about how you were being such a good boy for her. Such a good diapercuck. She promised that you’d get to cum soon, the two of you just needed to finish the video first. That until then, she would get to keep playing with her favorite little boy.

Begging her over and over to let you cum while you watched her be brought to her own powerful orgasms multiple times over and being told to be patient. Continually being denied even when you bore witness to that stranger hilting into your mother and filling her with his virile seed.

The video was over an hour long. It took much longer than that for you to make it through due to how frequently your mom needed to stop to prevent you from cumming prematurely.

The end did eventually come after an eternity. Finishing on an image of your mom smiling, ropes of jizz plastered and smeared across her face and dripping down to coat her naked breasts. She was kneeling, with the man she’d just had a marathon of sex with stood beside her, his spent cock was pressed possessively against her cheek. Her sex abused cunt was leaking a steady drool of pearly cream that pooled on the floor beneath her.

She was smiling at you. For you. The entire production had been a gift crafted just for your pleasure.

When the dirty film climaxed, that was when your mom deigned to let you do the same. You thought you might have gone blind as it happened. It was the most intense and long lasting orgasm you had ever had. It rendered you mute for minutes afterwards. It was the kind of sensory overload that had you locked into a trembling stiffness, a shock to the system that made you feel like your toes were curling so hard they’d start rolling up like a carpet. Each breath was a gasp. Your mind was empty and only your body was left. Molten euphoria pulsed from your cock and into your diaper, rippling in waves through every atom of your being. Your diaper had become an erogenous zone and every twitch from your member only amplified that feeling of carnal euphoria.

You had well and truly become your mom’s diapercuck.

After how well that experiment had gone, and how pleasurable it had been for the both of you, your mom started going out a lot more often. Always returning home with a new video or pictures to excite you with. Praising and teasing you in equal measure.

Had your mom always harbored desires such as those, or had your fantasies simply rubbed off on her? In either case, you were both happy with your new relationship. You, her perverted diaper obsessed cuckson; and her, your loving and overly accommodating personal pornstar mom.

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It is unclear what properties or stimuli kickstarted the evolutionary process that now radically colors the connection between women and boys within society. It could have been a response to young boys’ simple cravings to nurse, stimulating their mother’s output of breastmilk to compensate for the greater demand and ossifying into a level of permanency as a response. Perhaps women collectively began producing a natural overabundance of milk that needed to not be wasted, incentivizing boys to seamlessly fill the now necessary role. Regardless, these are the simple facts:

Boys crave milk.

Women produce milk.

Boys wear diapers.

Women change diapers.

What are the deeper implications that we can glean from these axioms?

In a world wherein women begin the process of lactating only a few years after they’ve entered their sexual maturity and continue to produce milk for the rest of their lives, some changes can be expected!

The largest difference, and one which scientists still hotly debate on how correlated it is with women’s highly increased breastmilk production, is the sex population disparity. Women represent nearly 90% of the world population. Boys in turn, make up approximately 9.5% of the population, and the remaining .5% is composed of sexually mature men.

What is the difference between men and boys? It largely comes down to two separate but highly correlated factors: sexual maturity and bathroom control. The overwhelming majority of boys rarely develop into sexual maturity. They never enter a state of puberty, foregoing the growth spurts, development of body and facial hair, and deepening of voice that is typical of men. That isn’t to say that boys don’t develop sexual urges of their own, quite the opposite, they just remain infertile, unlike men. Additionally, their toileting functions have largely atrophied. In all but the most rare cases, a properly functioning and controlled bladder and bowel system is something that boys are physically incapable of possessing. Men, in contrast, while beginning their lives as boys, possess the capabilities of continence and undergo a period of puberty in their teens, during which they mature into men.

Due to the large population gap between the sexes the world is understandably matriarchal in nature. Every political body, business, religious body, education center, and more is primarily run by and composed of members who are women. They are the decision makers of the world. Boys, though they may have little sway over the levers of power, are entreated with a special level of privilege and entitlement.

Beyond becoming the dominant sex in both raw numbers and societal authority, women have also undergone some bodily changes of their own. As previously stated, they begin to lactate only a few years into puberty and continue to do so for the rest of their life. Paired with this development, women’s breasts have become increasingly sensitive and easily aroused erogenous zones. To the point where the vast majority of women are able to achieve a highly satisfying orgasm just through a routine breastfeeding. An inherent physiological incentive for engaging in the practice.

Many find the state of their breasts being full of milk to be uncomfortable. The use of breast pumps is common to relieve the pressure, but the milk they produce in such a manner largely goes to waste. With such a preponderance of women available to suckle from, very few boys are willing to drink from anywhere but directly from the source. While breast pumps can provide a measure of sexual pleasure due to the naturally heightened sensitivity of their nipples and areoles, most women agree that having a boy nurse from them provides a fuller and more heightened experience and leaves them with a more complete sense of relief and sense of satisfaction.

These factors have also played a role in shifting culture on a global scale. Due to their lifelong incontinence boys never stop wearing diapers, as a result there are countless brands and styles of padding to fit for any activity, occasion, and aesthetic. It isn’t uncommon for boys to run around without bottoms, showing off the cool or fashionable patterns on their diapers. Equally as prevalent, they will wear clothing that allows easy access to their diaper, whether that be for changing or some naughty playing: onesies, shortalls, snap crotch shorts, and the like.

Women often go about their daily life topless or wear clothes that allow them to easily expose their breasts. Frequent lactation means the risk of leaking milk through their top is a common struggle. Dresses and shirts that allow them to quickly and comfortably free their chest makes the task of draining their mammaries when the need arises less bothersome as well.

A big cultural difference is how sexually libertine this world is. Boys are quite insatiable, both in their desires for fresh milk and to glaze their diapers with sticky mess. Women are always in a battle to empty their bountiful milk reserves and the act of doing so, particularly with a needy and energetic diaperboy, is a sensually gratifying experience. These complimentary wants and needs have meshed together to create a social norm where women freely offer themselves up to boys, taking care of their urges and doting upon them, while boys have free reign to saunter up to any woman who catches their fancy and demand a creamy drink.

So normalized have these types of spontaneous public couplings become that it’s become a harsh taboo for a woman to deny a boy’s advances, no matter how entitled or forward they may be. Women are in charge and in control of every aspect of a boy's life that it’s seen as only just to accommodate their base desires to keep them content and happy, especially considering that they get relief and pleasure out of the arrangement as well.

Let us take a closer examination at how these encounters between women and boys can play out:

A boy is enjoying a nice day out playing at the park. Climbing up trees, flying down the slide, and trying to get as high as he can on the swings. His thick Pampers are bare to the world, and the saggy discoloration it bears makes it clear that it’s already been subjected to a decent wetting. Playing and having fun quickly work up a thirst within him, but instead of making a trip to the nearby water fountain he instead strolls over towards a woman with large milky breasts sitting and reading a book at a tree shaded bench.

Unconcerned by his state of dress, it is common fashion for boys afterall, and getting increasingly aroused by what he knows is about to happen, as he stands before the woman whom he’s never met before he has a tent poking from the front of his diaper. Catching her attention, the woman quickly surmises what he wants and isn’t remotely surprised. With a sweet smile she puts her book aside before patting her lap in invitation.

Many women such as her look forward to kiddos such as him coming up to them and casually laying claim to them. So she’s more than happy when he hungrily latches onto her nipple and begins to squeeze and play with her chest like they’re his personal toy. It’s a relief to have her milk drained away with such passion, and the attention on such a sensitive area quickly builds up a carnal fire within her.

She makes note that the boy has a large appetite and urges to get his fill while the hand she’s using to support his head massages his scalp. The way that the boy squishes and pulls at her breasts while continuing to eagerly nurse from her teat coaxes pleasurable moans from her lips. His padded arousal grinds into her lap, and she knows it’s only fair that if he’s offering her so much welcome relief then she should only return the favor. As he milks her dry, she reaches down and firmly tugs on the front of his taut and swollen diaper, milking him to a gooey climax.

While the vast majority of women fervently enjoy these intimate encounters and happily welcome them, there are still a fair contingent who are largely ambivalent towards them. It’s such a mundane part of society that it can be viewed as a chore at times, something that is done out of perceived necessity rather than out of pleasure. One must commute to work and fold their laundry, and in the same vein they need to feed boys when they get thirsty.

Here’s what that can look like:

A buxom woman is pushing her cart through the produce aisle of the grocery store, only wearing the barest of coverings while she tries to get her shopping done. A boy in light up sneakers and snap crotch shorts that seem to emphasize his diaper bulge more than anything comes bounding up to her. Politely, he introduces himself and asks if he can have some milk. While it is certainly an unwanted interruption to her day, the thought of turning down his request never even crosses her mind.

She manages to withhold her sigh as she affixes a smile on her face before agreeing to his solicitation. Without complaint, she helps him get comfortably seated in the cart, specially designed to accommodate these types of engagements, before quickly unfastening her lingerie like top.

While the boy fills his tummy suckling from her breast, the woman tries to ignore the thrill of heated pleasure coursing through her as a direct result of his ministrations. She pushes her cart throughout the store trying to ignore the distraction and to get through the rest of her list. Along the way she’s met by looks of approval from other women doing their shopping or the boy is given a quiet compliment over how cute he is and how sweet he seems.

Even as she’s checking out he’s still drinking deeply from her heavy mammaries. Knowing that she’ll have to leave soon, the boy unlatches for a moment, revealing milk coated lips, to sweetly ask if she’ll play with his diaper before she goes. The cashier, who had been cooing over how adorable he was the entire time she had been helping the woman check out, pleasantly suggests that she can rest him down on the conveyor belt since it’d make the job easier.

Breathing a resigned sigh, the woman takes the cashier up on her suggestion. The boy is placed atop the check out counter and she swiftly gets to work at palming and massaging his dirty diaper after having snapped open his shorts. She’s learned how to quickly and efficiently make boys spurt into their diapers in order to save her own time; and given that the friendly cashier has decided to help of her own accord by fondling the boy’s droopy seat while offering her own breasts for him to play with, their twin efforts leave him quickly undone.

Assisting him with a much needed diaper change after having thoroughly satisfied the young boy and offloading him onto the cashier to have fun with, the woman finally gets to make her exit.

A tiny minority of women find the act of essentially providing their body up to boys for their free use and personal gratification to be demeaning and perverted. They shun the attention of boys and claim women shouldn’t debase themselves for such parasitic freeloaders. Unfortunately for those that fall within this category, those who publicly hold these views are largely socially ostracized.

The common view is that it’s every woman’s civic duty to help boys be happy and satisfied. Whether that takes the form of slaking their thirst, changing their dirty diapers, or taking care of their lewd urges is immaterial. To rally against these cultural norms is considered anti-social, and to berate a boy for his natural desires is seen as rude and uncivil. Women wield all the power in the world, so it is widely believed that they have an inherent responsibility to nurture and provide for boys freely and without complaint.

Women who publicly show these fringe values, whether by way of words or dress, often catch the attention of particularly entitled diaperboys, much to their chagrin. Boys of this nature get a special thrill in the ability to freely do as they please to these prideful and haughty sorts and will often seek them out and demand their attention.

Here is an example of that specific scenario occurring:

As a train trundles along the tracks, a woman dressed in an especially conservative manner has her commute to work rudely interrupted. Without any word or warning a very assertive and spoiled boy, too impatient to carefully undo her elaborately fastened top, ripped open the front of her shirt and latched onto her nipple. With the railcar full of other prospective women to choose from, and how forcefully the boy accommodated himself to her services, it was abundantly clear that he had singled her out. 

Immediately, the woman became annoyed and irritated with the boy, quickly yelling at him about how overly pampered boys like him are and how they feel bold enough to do whatever they want. The boy completely ignores her complaints, paying them back by roughly groping her tits and pinching her nipples.

Infuriated, she lambasts him further with some colorful words. Before she can truly pick up speed, however, several other women come to the boy's defense and tell her to be quiet and leave him alone. Looking around the compartment at the rest of the women occupying the car, she’s met by a wall of disapproving looks, which quickly takes the wind out of her sails. Unable to do anything without making a scene and suffering the social consequences, she seethes through gritted teeth that he better hurry up because she needs to get to work.

From that frustrated comment, the boy purposefully stays latched onto  her. Spending over an hour humping his diaper against her. Even after he drains one breast and she thinks she might finally be left alone, he devilishly smirks up at her with milk dribbling down his chin before latching onto her other teat.

He keeps filling his diaper throughout their coupling and she constantly complains about how gross he is, which only encourages him to keep smugly bouncing his full diaper against her so she can't ignore it.

She growls about how he's treating her as his glorified sex toy as he keeps humping his way to a sticky climax against her, relishing her disdain. She refuses to admit to him, but she's been growing increasingly horny over the course of the encounter, but he can tell as he continually teases and abuses her chest.

The entire time she's powerless to resist him. They have a whole audience in the form of the other passengers, all of whom are on his side. The social stigma she’d receive for not giving into his desires trumps her personal principles. And despite herself, she is growing increasingly overcome with the pleasurable relief that the boy is supplying her.

Several hours later, after many orgasms for the both of them, the boy finally got his fill and had his fun. Before he relinquishes his attention from her, he demands that she change his fit to burst diaper. Breasts feeling lighter than they have in years and exhausted from the multiple unasked for orgasms, she indulges his request without protest.

The woman does end up being extremely late for work, but she only has to frustratedly mention to her boss that a boy was busy with her all morning in order to get excused. It’s such a common occurrence that a woman couldn't possibly have it held against them. They're doing good work and providing a public service after all!