Freddysghost - Baby Nami

Image: Rocket Manatee www.cushypen.com

It was the start of a new season. The tree tops blazed with autumn foliage. A crisp breeze plucked a quivering bronzed leaf and carried it gently to the path which crossed the park in a great sweeping motion, like a giant rocking a baby to sleep.

The leaf made a satisfying crunch under Maisey's boot. She giggled loudly with childlike ignorance to the fact bystander's turned to see why a 23 year old young women was seemingly as delighted to be kicking up leafs and splashing in puddles as a little child would be.

She turned to her partner, Amelia, and grinned wildly, seeking praise for her accomplishment.

"Well done baby. That one matched your cute little hair clips." Amelia beamed and squeezed her partners hand, she was pleased with how well Maisey seemed to be taking the recent adjustment in their relationship dynamic and lifestyle. Not only was it the start of a new season but autumn also marked the turning of a new leaf in this chapter of their life's. After much deliberation, Maisey had agreed to become 'Mummy's Little Girl', full time, not just in the privacy of their own home.

They were each thankful this was something they could enjoy together. Whilst public displays of MD/LG and other ageplay dynamics weren't wholly mainstream, it was largely tolerated since the Regression Revolution.

For her part, Amelia was glad to be able to let her baby enjoy play outside and in a variety of settings, rather than it being confined to the home, which had lead to a frustrating bobbing in and out of Littlespace for Maisey previously.

Since embracing babyhood 24/7, including in public, Maisey could regress deeply without feeling like she had to hold a part of herself back incase she needed to switch back to being grown up.

Amelia had noticed the deep regression had effected Maisey in a number of ways. Shed was quicker to turn to tears if she was upset about something, but generally happier all round. She was less able to communicate way she wanted but her needs were simpler to take care off, generally constant cuddling and attention seemed to do the trick. Her libido didn't seem to be effected but thick diapers were a means of chastity, stopping Maisey from touching herself inappropriately.

Amelia remembered her little girl hadn't needed a diaper change before they had left home but they had been walking for some time now and she knew there would be tears if Maisey leaked and had to waddle home in wet socks.

"Baby. Can you come here for a second?" Amelia asked.

"Why Mummy?"

“I have to check you diaper sweetie."

Maisey obediantly stood on the spot and dutifully held her skirt as Amelia lifted it and then probed the leg guards of the diaper cover.

"Yep, just as I suspected. The sog monster snuck in when we weren't looking."

"Oh no. Not Again!“ Maisey giggled and squeezed her thighs to feel the squish of her heavily wet diaper. Amelia was curious to know if Maisey could even tell when she was wetting herself recently? She supposed eventually Maisey would be completely reliant on diapers after continuously wearing them.

"Let's get you changed."

Amelia toted her diaper bag and led them over to a bench which would make a suitable impromptu changing table. Maisey sat on the bench with a squish and swung her legs around so that her mummy could undo the snaps of her diaper cover. She loved how being Little meant that in exchange for generally being well behaved and obediant, her Mummy took care of all the little responsibilities, allowing her to be carefree like a child. She never had to worry about holding her bladder incase she over soaked her diapers because Amelia would always be looking out for her.

"Let's see what the damage is." Amelia said to herself as she pulled back the diaper cover to reveal the saturated cloth padding beneath.

"Can we see the duckies before we go home?“ Maisey asked as her diaper area was wiped.

"We sure can!" Amelia answered enthusiastically. She laughed to herself and how innocent her Little One had become. When they'd starter their kink journey together being changed in public would have been mortifying for Maisey but here she was now, just like any other baby, albeit bigger.

"Yay! I love you Mummy."

A caption about the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys’ sister school for troubled girls.

Art by Rocket Manatee

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Victoria bobbed her head listening to the songs her parents preloaded onto her new Ipod, only vaguely aware she was wearing a diaper and onesie while sitting in a giant car seat.

A year and a half ago she was one of the popular girls on the cheer squad and had stolen a car on a dare. The courts sent her to the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Girls where she was subjected to hypnosis and given medication to make her incontinent.

The music she’s listening to now contains subliminal conditioning for obedience and keeping her in a blissfuly ignorant state of mind while her mental age is slowly restored over the course of the next year and a half.

A letter from the last chance reform school and clinic for troubled boys;

Dear Mr. and Mrs Clark,

We are sending this friendly letter to update you on your soon to be daughters progress. We are proud to say that at the 6 mouth mark he is doing very well and is adapting much quicker to his new life than most of his classmates, some of which are still learning how to crawl properly. He quickly learned that good behaviour awards privileges such as use of a walker and more frequent diaper changes, while bad behaviour results in spankings and even more humiliating out fits than the standard baby apparel. He still has some trouble responding to the new name you suggested in your last letter however but I’m sure in time that will improve as well.

The hormone theory has taken effect and he now has a female figure.

Enclosed is a photo taken during playtime in one of his classes.

Hope you are doing well, Senior Administrator Dr. Samantha Gracewell.

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A sequel to my older post about the last chance reform school and clinic for troubled boys.

Art by Rocket Manatee.

Don’t give me that look young lady. You brought this on yourself. I told you not to tease your sister about her still potty training at 13 and that I do not like swear words used in this house. I repeatedly told you what would happen if you continued to do both. But would you listen? No. So now you will suffer the consequences of your actions; your mouth washed out with soap and diaper punishment until you’re sister is finished potty training. Now apologize to your sister and you can forget about that slumber party you were planning this weekend unless you want your friends to see your diapers.

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Not forced feminization. Just a reminder that boys aren’t the only ones who end up in diapers when they misbehave. Girls can find themselves quickly diapered as well when they get on mommy’s last nerve.

“Listen bro, this is going to sound crazy but I have hurry before she gets back.” My sister said as she ran into the living room.

“Huh?” I said looking up from my book.

“Just listen! Ok, my name isn’t Victoria and I’m not really a girl. My name is Richard and I’m a boy!”

“What?” I asked confused.

“I know it’s hard to believe but it’s true! Before mommy married your dad she was married to mine. Then he mysteriously disappeared just like yours did 3 mouths ago and she changed me into this! I don’t know why or how she did it but now I’m a girl!” My sister explained.

“But our parents have been married for 2 years now why are you only this telling me now?” I asked still confused as to what was going on.

“It’s a part of what she did to me and why I can’t call her anything but mommy. When ever she’s around I become trapped in my own mind and I’m forced to act like her perfect little daughter! This is the first time she’s left us alone together.” She explained. “What’s worse she told me she plans to do to you the same thing she did to me only slightly different and she’s going to force me to help!”

“What should we do?” I asked beginning to panick.

“Run! Run away as fast and as far away as you can! It’s to late for me but you can still make it if you-” My sister said before stopping mid sentence while looking behind me. “Welcome home mommy. Did you get everything we need at the store for my new baby sister?”