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“But that’s not fair!”

Isn’t that at the root of so much of our sexuality? That statement tends to glide under the radar of most of our fetish work, but lives and breathes in every movement of the subtext.

It thrives in every fantasy of a football player who starts having daytime accidents, and slips back into pull-ups.

We hear echoes of it with every forceful diaper check or diaper change with little to no notice, done by a dominant daddy in the backseat of a car.

We see it reflected in every leaky diaper that implies a lifetime of consecutive diapers that follow. “You had an accident, so you deserve diapers.”

But that’s not fair.

Exactly. It’s not fair.

The way we intertwine frustration and sexuality has always fascinated me. The power that’s at play in our simultaneous resistance and submission to an irritatingly embarrassing situation like that is intoxicating.

It’s not fair. It’s hot. We don’t want it to be fair, we crave the humiliation of a stacked deck. We want the grown ups to cheat and make things karmic and harsh. We desperately desire sudden and ridiculous consequences to our slight missteps.

We strain against the embarrassment and unfairness of it, while leaning in, desperate to make it worse and more unfair. We beg for spankings and leaky diapers and childish treatment for every misstep.

But that’s not fair!

We’ve come so far! We’re big kids now, we tried so hard to grow up and get out of baby world. We can’t go back! We’d fall all the way back!

Exactly.

Because it isn’t fair. But we like it that way.

💖 20 Things This ABDL Babysitter Loves About Diaper Boys💖

1. The timid look on their faces when I tell them to lay down on the changing table and their facial expressions when I spread their legs, pull down their dirty diaper front, and giggle at their somehow always tiny pee-pee while gagging on their pamper stink and making disgusted faces.

2. The sound of crotch snaps snapping on a cute baby blue onesie, snugly holding up a helpless diaper boy’s saggy pamper.

3. The way diaper boys move their hips and try to hide their little moans and grunts when I pull their new pamper front tight and start fastening the tabs. And the whimper they make when I make sure their pee-pees are pointing snugly downward in their fresh diaper.

4. How they blush and look down or away when I ask them how their diaper is doing when we are out in public.

5. The way a diaper boy's eyes look when he looks up at me from the changing pad while I'm putting a paci in his mouth and patting his pamper.

6. When they stand perfectly still and try to act casual while I check their diapers and adjust the diaper in back, making sure to sniff.

7. Their reaction to the loud crinkle of their wet diaper or a butt pat when we are out in public.

8. That blank “pee-pee” face boys make while doing a pee in their diaper and their happy relieved expressions afterwards.

9. How they can be so embarrassed but also so ready to put their old stinky pamper in the diaper pail like a good boy and the look on their face when I make them sniff it and then wave and say “bye-bye” to their poopy diaper before dropping it in the pail.

10. The sweet smell of lavender body lotion, baby powder, and wet boy pamper.

11. How they give up all of their dignity and are totally humiliated and contrite but silently thankful for their babysitter and their clean soft pamper and safe crib at night.

12. That scared look in their eyes and their hands trying to cover up their pamps when I have a friend over and I’m babysitting a diaper boy loser.

13. The rush I get when a little one is almost asleep but wakes up because he realizes that his cold pamper is soaked and wants a diaper change right now. And the bigger rush I get from letting him wait in his soggy cold and eventually poopy pamper, crying like a real toddler, while I watch on the baby monitor and calmly sip tea.

14. I love how diaper boys on social media ask me to watch them while they poop in their pamper. Even though it’s in private in a locked room and just for me and the camera, I can sense their humiliation. It’s hot when they stop suddenly after making grunting sounds. How they shift awkwardly and make the most adorable scrunchy faces, knowing full well a woman on is watching them on a full length video camera zoomed in on their bulging pamper and blushy blank poo-poo face. And then when they look so proud after and waddle over to show me the sag and want to be praised, I love telling them that I’m glad I can’t smell their stanky loser butts and to get a life! Diaper boys are so needy!

15. I especially love when a cute diaper boy has had a laxative and then he is playing or watching television distractedly when, suddenly, he starts to fill his pamper without warning. I adore the loud sounds and his his face first expresses discomfort and then panic, as he starts to realize what is about to happen. So adorbs. But my fave thing is when they can feel themselves starting to poop their diaper, there is this cute blank face with fear building up, and an awareness that they are going to look so dumb helpless and are no match for the physical act and mess going on in their pamper.

16. I love it that these spoiled toddlers always want out of their wet and poopy diapers so they can go play or watch tv, only to complain and fuss when its diaper change time. I love teaching them that babies don’t decide when they get a new pamper.

17. I love the small grunts and eye bulging expressions when I strap them down on the changing table and rub their pamper like a metronome, edging them with an unstoppable feeling. No relief, no mercy, as they get progressively more desperate.

18. The cute confused look and then gasping burst of energy when I give them a time limit to make diaper humpies. For example, twenty seconds on, ten seconds off, just to drive them crazy with frustration, till they almost make a sticky diaper. Then I make them beg and only then do I allow one more twenty second session. Their eyes stare like the world is about to collapse in on them, their heads droop, they don't seem able to vocalize clearly, they whimper and quiver their lower body, trying to finish in their pamp, they stammer and force out words that don't mean anything just like the babies they are. And if they manage to get a release in time I make them yell “baby make goo-goo!” It’s hilarious!

19. To see a sweaty panting diaper boy’s face redden with humiliation as he senses he might not be able cum in time with his pee-pee contained inside double dry stiff diapers, no matter how fast and hard he humps, but he just keeps trying until the timer goes off, and then he whines like then immature crybaby that all diaper boys are.

20. Seeing them trying to squat without being noticed (failing, of course). I imagine their humiliation and desperation as they realize they will soon be stuck in a poopy diaper. I find it fascinating, and I just get a nice rush seeing it. This is one of my faves for sure, and I have spoken with other ladies who also mentioned how nice it is to see a diaper boy squatting like the helpless immature toddler he is and trying to stifle his grunts and farts while making an invariably silly, cranky, and guilty poo-poo face. Cute diaper guys squatting, making dumb scrunchy poo-poo faces, their hands on their hips, their pamper starting to droop, is the stuff dreams are made of for this diaper boy fangirl :) I always wonder what goes through their mind in that moment.

And this is what happens to naughty boys

Playing Dress up with my tykables

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Daddy was greated by Jonathon's semi naked form asleep and spralled across the bed when he returned home. As he quietly stripped off his soiled work clothes he gazed at the narrow fitting medical diaper bunched between Jonathon's pale cheeks his cock already pressing against his sweaty underwear in anticipation of the next few minutes.

The movement on the bed made Jonathon stir and the firm hands on his hips, dragging him onto his knees, elicited a moan of protest into his dummy gag. Daddy slipped a hand between Jonathon's legs to feel the damp padding he knew he'd find. Luckily the nappy had kept the bed sheets dry, which had been Daddy's main concern that morning, particularly as he normally kept his boi in an assortment of colourful, babyish, ultra thick nappies.

Jonathon whimpered, his tongue compressed by the bulbous rubber teat, desperately trying to shake free his dream filled mind. He felt a hand on the back of his head pushing his face into the pillow. He knew what was coming, he'd been promised it this morning but the rip of the nappy tapes from around his waist and the rush of cool air around his damp ball sack heightened the impending violation.

"I know you want this," Daddy whispered, rubbing his thick member along Jonathon's smooth crack, pausing at his puckered hole.

Jonathon shook his head in protest and tried to pull away.

Without any further words, Daddy responded by gripping Jonathon's narrow hips and pressing home the point. All seven inches of it.

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