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Powder time

*Pat pat pat pat* Amy patted away humming, rather more loudly than she’d like to as her once boyfriend moaned and whispered behind her pacifier. She hated listening to her pain, but she had to do everything and everything to keep her baby content and safe. She had so carelessly left her in the hands of the regression center interns while she attended to exams to become a fully fledged doctor. Then she could *really* take care of her and not let those idiot interns come over who didn’t even known, let alone want to change her precious things wittle diapee. But luckily after the incompetence of the interns were proven, the doctors had allowed her to look after her former boyfriend from the comfort of her house, provided he attend weekly “classes” with the other babies. Oh they had put her wittle pwincess through so much. Drugging and hypnotizing her till she had no idea she was an adult and shocking her when she didn’t comply. She nearly cried watching her under go the sissification surgery, but she looked so cute and now could be pleasured far better. *my poor wittle thing, Mommy loves you* Amy whispered.

Induce PE with the POPE Method

from https://www.reddit.com/r/Prematurefetish/

The Pillars of Premature Ejaculation (POPE)

1.     Resensitization: No more traditional hardcore pornography

We know over the years many of us have come to find that our turn-ons get more perverse and raunchier, but it does not have to be that way. In this step we try to remove this idea of what sexy is. We must eliminate the association in your mind that connects huge tits, sexy cum covered faces, gaping assholes and even sex itself, to arousal. All this association is doing is hurting you. It is making it harder for you to orgasm quite simply because your requirements for visual stimulation are too high. The best way to tackle this is by not visualizing traditional sexy images and by eliminating traditional porn from your life. Although this may seem harsh, you can still view some types of porn. Which leads us to our second point.

2.     Hypersexualization: Sexualize mundane things

In this step we reassociate arousal with different triggers. Before, it was women with huge tits and all the over traditional turn-ons but now, it will be something far different. The key is to link your arousal to something extremely mundane. The best things to reassociate with are behaviors (ex. submission or humiliation), and commonly exposed parts of the body (ex. feet, mouths or legs). To do this you need to pick a topic, feet in this example, and from now on you must only cum to pictures or videos of feet. During orgasm, you must be intently focused on feet in order to truly associate arousal with them. Also, adding in hypnosis to increase association is a good idea. In doing this, you have seriously decreased the amount of visual stimulation needed to get aroused, which may mean that you will get hard at any time in public when you see your trigger. For example, seeing a woman with nice exposed feet may send you to a public restroom to masturbate because to you, that is the equivalent of seeing double penetration bukkake in real life. The important takeaway from this step is that you will be very aroused much more often but also, sex itself will be hyperstimulating. If you ever do get the chance to have sex it will be immensely more arousing and cause premature ejaculation because you are now conditioned to need far less stimulation to orgasm. However, how you cum by yourself does matter as well.

3.     Conditioning: Cum as fast as you can every single time

This step is all about unconditioning stamina. When we were young masturbation was about cumming as fast as possible. We were waiting for parents to fall asleep or hiding in bathrooms doing the dirty with ourselves because it was wrong. That conditioned us to cum fast. We want to reconnect with that former glory. Later we realize that we must last longer, for the woman’s sake. So, over the years we gain stamina until you have complete control. It is an unnatural and useless skill to have, but most of us do have some amount of conditioned stamina.  We need to religiously practice cumming as fast as physically possible to condition ourselves to become premature once more. This concept is simple, it means that from now on there should be no edging, or any stimulation of your dick at all unless you intend to finish yourself that instant. After many attempts, your body will understand that stimulation means immediate orgasm. It is recommended to keep track of your times during conditioning. Use a stopwatch and track the time to orgasm, the date and the method used to achieve orgasm. If you track this data in excel you can make a wonderful chart and see your decent into the abyss of premature ejaculation.

All Part of the Plan, Ch. 4

This is the fourth and final part of a caption series I co-wrote with @destinedfordiapers, a very sweet little boy who likes to think he’s a grown-up, even though he can’t hold his tinkles! Here are the links to parts one, two, and three.

"Don't be shy, sweetie," I said, dragging my boyfriend outside. "My friends already know all about your little diapies. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

In truth there was nothing little about the thick disposable diaper pushing his legs apart and forcing him to waddle like he'd only just learned to walk. I'd ordered them online, custom-made to look like sized-up Pampers with their white and teal coloring, although at the moment they were looking more yellow than white. They were the only thing he wore.

"I don’t want them to see!" he whined, digging his heels into the floor. "They'll make fun of me!"

"Baby, you’re a grown man who stills needs diapers," I said, rolling my eyes. “You’re going to have to get used to people making fun of you. Boys who wet and mess their pants aren’t entitled to respect. Now stop fighting me and come outside to the pool.”

“No!”

I stopped trying to pull him and he staggered back unsteadily, looking surprised. If he thought I was going to let him off though, he was mistaken. I spun him around and spanked him hard, one, two, three, four, five times on his diapered butt. Through the thickness of his puffy pants, he likely couldn’t feel a thing, but the message was the important thing. I’m the adult. You’re not.

I turned him back around to look at me and pointed my finger into his face like a strict teacher who’d lost her temper with a naughty child. “Listen here, little boy!” I shouted. I saw his eyes widen as the chatter and laughter coming from outside ceased. Everyone could hear what I was saying. “If you don’t start behaving right now, I swear I will take off your diaper, put you over my knee, and spank your bare bottom in front of all our guests!”

His eyes swam with tears and his bottom lip trembled adorably. "I'm sorry..." he said in a whisper. "P-please don't spank me."

I felt a wonderful tingling down below. My big macho man reduced to a snivelling toddler... The expression on his face wouldn't have looked out of place on a three year old!

I'd been getting more and more strict with him over the last couple of weeks. I balanced it out with lots of loving cuddles and cooing, but I wanted him to understand that I had the authority to discipline him if I felt it was necessary.

First I'd started smacking his cute little tushy more often, whenever he whined or got sassy with me. Then a few days ago I'd caught him trying to change his own diaper again. It hadn't even been a messy one! He'd only wet it a little, but he must have been desperate to take some small bit of control over his babyish problem, to take a break from lying on his back on the changing table with his legs in the air while I tickled his tummy and baby-talked to him. That was the first spanking he'd earned over my lap, but I was sure it wouldn't be the last.

I took him by the hand again. "Come along then, diaper boy."

This time he didn't resist as I led him outside, though I felt his grip on my hand tighten at the outbreak of snickering that greeted us when we stepped into the warm sunlight. One of my friends even let out a poorly muffled shriek of laughter at the sight of him toddling out in nothing but his huge, soggy diaper.

I beamed and waved at everyone, and soon the chatter started up again. There were about two dozen people, not all of whom I knew. Some friends of friends had been invited, including some hot guys lounging in deckchairs by the far side of the pool.

My eyes raked over the well toned body of a particularly handsome man. He spotted me looking, so I flashed him a smile and pretended to toy absent-mindedly with the strap of my bikini top, making my breasts jiggle temptingly.

“Who’s that?” my boyfriend asked, scowling. He was trying not to look at any of the guests, but he'd noticed my flirting.

"I don't know, sweetie," I said. "Not yet anyway. I think I'll go and chat him up."

"B-but what about me?"

"Awww, honey... You know I love you, but I still have needs.”

“But then… maybe I could… you know…”

“Ew,” I said, shutting him down at once. “No. I’m sorry baby, but the whole idea is just gross. Don’t even go there.”

He hung his head, and I could see tears forming in his eyes again.

“I know it’s hard to accept," I said firmly, "but I’m not your girlfriend anymore, sweetie. I’m your Mommy now, and it’s not appropriate for you to be pestering me for sex."

"I wasn't pestering..." he mumbled. "And you're not my... I just don't want..."

"If you're a good boy tonight, Mommy will give you diapie rubbies when you're on the changing table tomorrow," I offered, like a mother coaxing a small child with a treat. "You can make stickies in your morning diaper before I put you in a new one! How about that, sweetums?”

"M-my morning one?"

"That's right, baby."

"B-but if you give me rubbies right before you change me, that means it will be when I'm... when I'm... you know..."

"When you're poopy?"

He pouted. “Yes!”

I sighed. “I offer you a treat, and what do you do? You start fussing about how it's not good enough.” I shook my head. “Just for that, from now on all your orgasms will be in dirty diapers, never clean ones. I hope that teaches you a lesson about being grateful, sweetie."

"What?! But...!"

"Not another word out of you, little man! Why don't you be a good boy and splash around in the shallow end? Then I can go and find out what Mr Stud's name is, okay?"

There were a few seconds where he seemed to struggle with himself, and I wondered if a full blown tantrum might be coming. Then his shoulders slumped and he said, "Yes, Mommy..."

I smiled. Everything was perfect. My boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, had been reduced to helpless diaper dependence. He'd never be able to get another girlfriend. If his stinky diapers didn't put them off, the infantile attitude I was nurturing in him certainly would. He'd stay right where he belonged, under my thumb, while I'd be free to seek adult pleasures elsewhere.

All according to plan!