AB Daddy Brian

There’s nothing better than waking up to a good morning text message followed by a photo of a soaked diaper.

That is perfection 🥵

He asked me when can I diaper him again. I told him anytime he wants.

He’s now sitting on the couch with a soaked diaper that is spreading this legs open and sucking a pacifier.

I think I successfully converted him to being my kiddo.

When I told him it was time for a change, he wasn’t expecting me to care for him the way that I did. Watching him open up more, be vulnerable was the highlight of the night.

Afterwards, we fucked like rabbits.

The boy I’m dating wasn’t into diapers. When I told him I’d love to see him in one, he declined quicker than I could say, “trust me.” After a few months, he caved. I got him diapered and he loved it. The juxtaposition between his tattoos, muscles, and gorgeous ass made me so hard.

Idk if I like BDF or Soggy Saturday morning.

Big droopy diapers on my feed this morning have me hard as a rock 😈

Just because you feel like one, doesn’t mean you are one. That diaper says otherwise kiddo

Goood boy

I didn’t change him.

I gave him knee bounces until he came inside his diaper.

Then after his post cummies clarity, I changed him.

I love being a Dad.

A moment later he scrunched his face and grunted behind his paci shield. The biggest smile stretched across my face and I patted his head, saying what a good boy. Seeing his eyes glisten as I told him he’s such a good boy made my heart warm.

Last night my little guy tugged on my shirt, pacifier in his mouth and attempted to ask me for a diaper change. I reached down and felt the back of his diaper, though it was squishy, I said, Not yet kiddo. You haven’t made poopies.

Good boy 😈

My favorite winter gym fit. I thought bulking season was referring to what’s under my pants💪🏻🧷

Love a little dick on a diaper boy. You belong in diapers boy. Keep that little dick safe

So hot.

I love watching my boys hump their diapers while I jerk off my cock

“Your Dad wanted me to show you this diaper cuck,” Chad says, horny.
You watch your Dads cock slide in and out of another boys hole. Your boner straightens behind the thick messy diaper. The camera pans over to Daddy’s face, sweat beading down his face. “Oliver, hope you enjoy this”

You recognize the sound from the video. It’s Daddy moaning—followed by balls slapping against a hole. Chad tugs at his pants, his boner hardening. He approaches you, pinching his nose from the blow out you had. As he flips the phone to show you the video, your heart beats faster and faster.

Chad eyes you as you come back, crawling, diaper sagging and a brown discoloration showing. “Oooft Oliver. God damn. You sure stank up the place.”
Chad’s phone chirps as he gets a text from Daddy. It’s video of him pounding another boy. A boy who doesn’t wear diapers. Who isn’t caged.

You try so hard no to fill the seat of your pampers. You fidget as cartoons are being played on TV. Ten minutes pass, and the pressure is too much. You crawl behind the couch, and push your big boy thoughts into the seat of your diaper. The room fills with a scent that could welt plants.

Of your diaper. “Oh you’re a soaker aren’t you?”
You can’t contain your excitement. His hand is slowly moving up and down, your boner is straining under the cage.
An hour passes and Chad hasn’t changed you wet. You feel your gut twist as the bottle Dad fed you is starting to kick in

You try to hid your face behind the bottle, your face is red as a tomato. You’re so embarrassed that you begin peeing your diaper. The silence between you and Chad is filled with a trickling and your diaper soaking in your pee.
Chad chuckles, leaning forward he presses his hand against the front

A couple twenty’s for pizza and drinks. “His bedtime is 830.”
“No problem, I’m used to babysitting.” Chad crouches, tussling your hair.
“Be a good boy for Chad, I’ll see you when I get home.” Daddy leaves the room and the door clicks behind him.
“When did you become a diaper boy? Huh Oliver?”

Daddy helps you sit up, the bulk of your diaper bulges out. You immediately recognize him. He was in your college biology class. Your face reddens with embarrassment.
“Hey there kiddo,” Chad says, his voice deep and strong.
“I’ll be home by 1-2am,” Daddy says, pulling out his wallet. He hands Chad

Footsteps fade into the hallway. The door opens and it’s a tall, bearded man, muscles jacked out of his tank top, covered in tattoos. Daddy escorts him to the living room where you’re still on your back, legs incapable of closing because of your thick diaper.
“Oliver, this is Chad.” Dad approaches

You lay there on your back, feet up sucking on a bottle of warm milk as Daddy is getting dressed for his date.
“The sitter should be here any minute,” Daddy says, rubbing your exposed tummy.
You nod as you suckled down the warm milk.
10 minutes later, the door bell rings and you hear Dad’s

Bro, it’s Messy Monday. Are you even packing your pamps?

Who needs their diaper changed?

Good morning to all the boys in soggy diapers.

Showing off my handy work

Stop pretending you’re a big boy. You know you aren’t. I know you aren’t.

You belong in diapers.

If you aren’t in a diaper, go put one on.

It’s the right thing to do.

Now go put on a diaper for Daddy, I wanna see that butt covered in a baby print diaper.