Hey everyone, i’m a 32 year old “baby boy” here who still gets rock hard every time a pretty girl calls him “little man” and checks his diaper. I know some of you have been following my adventures, so you already know the drill: I hire babysitters, I regress hard, and nine times out of ten they freak out and ghost me because they think I’ve lost my damn mind and actually believe I’m an infant.

Last month alone I went through three. The first one laughed nervously when I crawled over in just my thick rearz diaper and asked for a bottle. She left mid feed. The second one actually tried to call my “mommy” because I was throwing a tantrum on the floor in nothing but a onesie and a very obvious boner. The third one just stared at the crib, the changing table, and the stack of adult sized diapers and noped right out the door.

But then… then came Sarah.

She showed up at 7 p.m. sharp, tight jeans, soft pink sweater, and the kind of knowing little smirk that told me she’d read every filthy detail on my profile before she even knocked. I was already in full baby mode, footed pajamas half unzipped, paci clipped to my collar, and a very soggy diaper sagging between my legs from all the nervous anticipation.

Most girls hesitate. Sarah didn’t.

She stepped inside, closed the door, and the second it clicked she dropped her bag and cooed, “Aww, is my big baby all wet already? Come here, sweetie.”

I melted.

She scooped me up like I weighed nothing, I’m 6’1” and 210 lbs of padded man child, but she’s strong and I love it, carried me straight to the changing table, and laid me down like it was the most natural thing in the world. No awkward questions. No “wait, you’re serious?” Just warm wipes, baby powder, and her soft voice telling me what a good little boy I was while she taped me into the thickest diaper I own.

Then she fed me. Bottle after bottle of warm milk while I nursed on her lap, her hand gently rubbing the front of my diaper until I was whimpering and humping against her palm like the desperate baby I am. She didn’t stop. She just kept rocking me and whispering, “That’s it, baby. Let it all out in your diapee for Miss Sarah.”

I came so hard I saw stars.

After that she put me in the crib, snapped the bars shut, and read me a bedtime story while I sucked my pacifier and stared up at her like she hung the moon. When I started fussing again at midnight she was right there, fresh bottle, fresh diaper, and this time she slipped her hand inside the new one and stroked me slow and teasing while I nursed.

She stayed the whole night.

No one’s ever lasted more than an hour before. Sarah stayed twelve. She changed me twice, fed me three times, spanked my padded bottom when I got fussy, and even let me fall asleep with my face buried between her tits while she hummed lullabies.

I woke up this morning still in my soaked overnight diaper, sucking my thumb, with her smiling down at me like she’d just found her new favorite job.

She’s coming back Friday.

And this time she says she’s bringing her own diaper bag… and maybe a friend who “understands big babies too.”

God I’m already leaking just thinking about it.

Until next time,

Your favorite padded pervert

Baby Jake