Adult Diaper Discipline Stories

Brian's Diaper Fulfillment

My ex, Brian, was into diapers and adult baby stuff. He didn't have to work because his parents were well off. I made plenty of money as a bank manager, and I had money as well. I wasn't really into the diaper thing, to be honest. I was fine letting him do his thing in his nursery, and then we had our time together.

Slowly, he started pushing his fetishes on me. He would wear diapers around his house at first, then he would wear them under his close when we went out. I could tell he was wearing a diaper. I knew other people could tell as well, and I avoided taking him around my friends after he started doing that.

When I decided to basically break up with him, I set him up in his diapers to make it easier on him. I wasn't mad at him, and I didn't have anything against him at the time. I just thought that his diaper fetish being brought into public like that needed some addressing. I felt embarrassed, to be honest, by him and his actions.

I said, "Hey, why don't we play in your nursery? I want to put you in a diaper."

He was ecstatic, "Really? Ok!"

We went into his nursery, and I diapered him up really well. Like, i put three thick diapers on him, splitting them open down the middle to allow them to absorb as much as possible. I put his padded mittens and booties on that he had in there. He couldn't get out of them after that, and he couldn't walk in the booties because they had spikes on the bottom of the feet on the inside.

I told him at that point, "I've been thinking that this isn't really going to work out between us, Brian. The good news is that I'm going to give you what you want. The bad news is that I'm going to keep you like this for a long time. I figure I'll be done when it's time for a diaper change. I'm going to bring you baby food and bottles for the next couple of days, but then I'll be leaving you like this in your mess."

The look on his face was of shock. He almost went pale thinking about it. He sat there on the nursery floor in a massive diaper that had baby prints all over it. He looked cute, I won't lie.

He asked me, "Are you serious? Why? What did I do?"

I told him, "You wear diapers around the house, on dates. I can't bring you around my friends or family, I don't want them to know. I know you don't tell your friends or family about this, so why would you jeopardize my social standing? I just think it's selfish, and I'm going to let you stew in your own mess before begging me to call someone you know to let you out."

"Regan, come on. That's not ok." He started to tell me.

I said, "Well, actually, you might be right about that. But that didn't stop you from crinkling around in public with a big diaper butt. So, it won't stop me from leaving you just like this."

He tried to crawl towards me, but I stepped back. I put my hand out to give him the "No no" finger.

I said, "Nah, uh, stay there. No touching. Or I'll lock the door right now and call your mom to come get you out. I'm not kidding."

He paused, looking confused. I wasn't sure what he thought he would even do, maybe try to hug me. I don't know.

He said, "Ok, ok, please don't do that. I'm just trying to get you to reconsider."

I told him, "That's not going to happen. I'm going to go for a little while and let you reflect. I'll be locking you in here for a little bit. If you're good, I may bring you some big boy food for dessert. Like, pie or cake or something. Until then, you're on diaper punishment just like you wanted. Enjoy yourself, Brian."

I left him in there, locking the door like I said I would. This door had a lock on the outside to prevent people from snooping around when he had guests over. He really did set himself up with a nice little prison. I went out and bought some groceries, because I planned to stay the weekend there.