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“Didjoo go boom boom in your diapy, missy?”
Andre shook his head adamantly, blushing furiously as he felt his erection stiffen in the confines of the large rubber diaper. It had locks on it. Everything he wore had locks on it - a constant reminder...

“Didjoo go boom boom in your diapy, missy?”

Andre shook his head adamantly, blushing furiously as he felt his erection stiffen in the confines of the large rubber diaper. It had locks on it. Everything he wore had locks on it - a constant reminder that he could not escape from this “liddul heck” he’d been forced into.

He sat on the floor in the midst of a circle of three other grown ups. They were all talking grown up talk among themselves, pretending as though he were not there. A full sized human in the most humiliating purple baby gear ever seen.

It was not until Daddy leaned down to ask his invasive questions about Andre’s bodily functions that everyone took notice of him once more. Then came the onslaught of comments and questions, all degrading and all talking down to him.

“Whosa big boy?”

“Sure is big for his age. Are you still keeping him on formula and baby foods?”

“Dawwww, lookit how he sticks his widdul chin down and pouts.”

He wasn’t pouting. Well. Maybe he was. The helplessness and frustration got to him easily lately. And the gear only reinforced his role and position. Already he felt the tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

“What a big baby.”

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Cheers. New arts. Hooray. :p This should have been done Saturday but I’ve been so drained of desire that it took me this long to finally sit down at my own computer and work on it.

The coloring is not my best, but oh well. Its done now :D

Its been a weird two weeks. I had a lot of conversations around the topics of infantilism and diapers. Then I had a rush of followers who were somehow attached to the topic. And then this picture happened. A strange perfect storm.

Not for everyone, but kink seldom is.

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There are over 150 entrants spread out through eight breeding categories for this year’s Dog Show. The Meet the Competition segment allows first time viewers to become acquainted with the faces associated of the show.
Scott thought about this stuff...

There are over 150 entrants spread out through eight breeding categories for this year’s Dog Show. The Meet the Competition segment allows first time viewers to become acquainted with the faces associated of the show.

Scott thought about this stuff all the time. He browsed it on the internet, he dreamed about it. But when he was approached by someone he met online about entering the Dog Show, Scott was unsure. He was shy and this was way outside his comfort zone. No better way to break him out of his shell than to priss him up and throw him to the wolves … semi-literally.

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Only don’t. That’s not a cure for shyness.

Two words for you: D'awwwwwwww. This came out really cute. Cheers to Scott for creeping outside his shell and allowing himself to be volunteered for a pic.

Plug for Scott’s tumblr goes here: scotterwho.tumblr.com

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Walking through the door drew many club-goers’ gaze. More turned their heads when his owner lead him onto the dance floor by his short leather leash. The boy’s prissy attire and the humiliated way in which his eyes tried to focus on the floor and no...

Walking through the door drew many club-goers’ gaze. More turned their heads when his owner lead him onto the dance floor by his short leather leash. The boy’s prissy attire and the humiliated way in which his eyes tried to focus on the floor and no one else told everyone what was going on here.

The next song started and, after being severely encouraged by his master, the pallid boy began swaying at the hips, grinding up against the man, showing the crowd his bare torso. It was obvious that the whole experience had him ready to flee the scene at any moment, but he calmed when the man placed his hands on the boy’s hips.

The youth seemed to lose himself as his owner’s hands swam over the ocean of perfect skin, tweaking nipples and edging beneath his belt line. Indeed, the boy was oblivious of the man motioning for the crowd to come in closer and have a feel of the pristine specimen.

It was not until the pretty boy felt his pants drop down around his ankles that he opened his eyes and realized what was afoot. His face flushed red and he attempted to look away, but there was nowhere to look that did not contain a lecherous patron, smirking and fondling him as though he were nothing more than a toy for their enjoyment.

In near panic the boy turned to the man behind him, fear in his eyes. His owner simply smiled and kissed him, returning his hands to the boy’s hips in a low embrace. Again the youth melted at his owner’s touch. This was how he wanted to be used: as his master saw fit.

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Jezzy Petes. This image too FOREVER. From the poses until the finished piece it took … at least 5 months. Not so much because the subject was hard, but because I wanted to be in the right mood for it. I think it was worth the wait. This is pretty gorgeous.

And yay for anonymous cutout gropers. I’ll be damned if I draw actual people for this pic.

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The smile wasn’t his, but it was all he could do. That big, dumb comical smile highlighted by the clown makeup. Always he felt the stretch on his face, like the joviality was somehow imprinting itself on his skin.
On the first day he’d seen it - what...

The smile wasn’t his, but it was all he could do. That big, dumb comical smile highlighted by the clown makeup. Always he felt the stretch on his face, like the joviality was somehow imprinting itself on his skin.

On the first day he’d seen it - what he was now. A mirror had been conveniently placed in front of him. He wanted to scream but the inflatable gag made that impossible.

Master had laughed at that. He’d jeered and pointed and pushed at his side making the boy wobble back in forth in place, feeling perilously like he could tip over at any moment. 

There was nothing he could do to stop it. The suit wasn’t simply filled with air, it was some kind of epoxy. He’d felt it against his skin, stiff but flexible, all movement was impossible. Considerations had been taken for his bodily functions but they were as awkward and degrading as the whole monstrosity.

It was two weeks now. He’d done nothing but stand in the corner wobbling, eating whatever liquid was filtered through his gag, and pissing and shitting like an animal. He was a gimmick whenever Master had guests over: an object of derision or comedy.

The smile wasn’t his, but it was all he could do.

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Last night I had a good conversation with a certain someone who shares my twisted view on kink. In the midst of intense arousal and dark naughtiness came this idea. It was freakish and I could not figure out why it was hot. But it was.

So I churned this out in a matter of hours last night.

I took a few snapshots along the way and I’ll use those for my “tutorial” series since the previous pic seems to be stalled.

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The only light in the room was the yellow incandescence of a single, naked light bulb swaying overhead. No windows. Cold concrete floor. The occasional sound of footsteps overhead. Only a single heavy door on the opposite wall.
What time of day was...

The only light in the room was the yellow incandescence of a single, naked light bulb swaying overhead. No windows. Cold concrete floor. The occasional sound of footsteps overhead. Only a single heavy door on the opposite wall.

What time of day was it? Fuck. How long had he even been here? There was no real way of knowing. Time had a strange way of being fluid - fast and slow - all at once.

The chain attached to his heavy PA was only long enough for him to get up onto his knees. Even then, he had to do so gingerly so not to tug uncomfortably on his sensitive bits. It lived up to its purpose of keeping him immobile.

Dinner still sat nearby. It looked as unpleasant as it had the day before when they first brought it down. Dog food? Cat food? It definitely wasn’t people food. Chaz had gotten as far as licking a bit before pulling away. It was so degrading, so wrong.

How much longer was he going to be here? Hadn’t he learned his lesson? He was only a few hours past curfew. He’d said as much when they last came down - sassing them and talking back in the process. Man, his parents had thrown a cow.

Grounded for a week…

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Chaz’s real name is Charlie Temple (cuz he looks like a male Shirley Temple).

This pic is based on a idea I came up with for Danaume for a female victim. However, being me, I hand to steal the idea back and put it to some kind of gay use.

I love the hair. And the face. I am absolutely in love with his appearance XD I drew that hair over a year ago and have been looking for an excuse to use it ever since. His tummy pudge didn’t come out as cute as I wanted, but I guess I’m still not perfect ;)

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Comrade Connor fell from grace in the Kremlin as the Berlin Wall fell. A cunning KGB interrogator, spy, and femme fatale, Connor had no trouble finding use for her skills elsewhere. Soon she found herself in the heart of Russia mafia life,...

Comrade Connor fell from grace in the Kremlin as the Berlin Wall fell. A cunning KGB interrogator, spy, and femme fatale, Connor had no trouble finding use for her skills elsewhere. Soon she found herself in the heart of Russia mafia life, trafficking pathetic excuses for human lives. They were all toys to her - playthings to be used and passed on.

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Doing a series of dommes and doms now, for the hell of it. Really they’re just going to be friends and people I know. This is being a prime example: Connor. Horrifically adorable and evil to the core of her sugary lil’ heart.

Originally she was just going to be a spy looking character but then I saw a pic of a peaked cap and it was settled. She got upgraded to an early WW2 russian commissar. :p

Fuck historical accuracy!

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Brandon Bark, a boy with a beaver of his own, and heir to the Bark Industries fortune.
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Rough two weeks. Had an amazing vacation in Georgia, came home, immediately got all of the go-to-the-emergency-room side effects from some meds I was test...

Brandon Bark, a boy with a beaver of his own, and heir to the Bark Industries fortune.

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Rough two weeks. Had an amazing vacation in Georgia, came home, immediately got all of the go-to-the-emergency-room side effects from some meds I was test driving, got a really bad flu, and was laid low for a week. Now I’m bouncing back and trying to get back into the drawing thing.

I’ve been dying for an excuse to draw a boy with a pussy for years now. So hard to do meaningful pics but so high on my list of “hot damn that is sexy”. In this case I just did a portrait of a friend’s character which actually turned out to be really fun.

I should do more of these…

Brandon Bark belongs to Danaume

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Story to come at a later date. Something about long day at the show, all the naughty things Jakester got up to, and finally his owner finding him asleep and carrying him home.
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Apparently nobody liked my most recent pic. I haven’t heard that many...

Story to come at a later date. Something about long day at the show, all the naughty things Jakester got up to, and finally his owner finding him asleep and carrying him home.

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Apparently nobody liked my most recent pic. I haven’t heard that many crickets chirping in the audience since I first started posting XD So here, have some tooth-rotting mush, you Visigoths. :p

A couple little proportions issues that I just did not want to clean up. But this is definitely my best self portrait to date >_> Huzzah!

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