I’m Happy You Guys Like The Stuff I’ve Been Posting I Promise I’m Going To Post More I Just Been

Tumblr doesn’t like the picture I had for this short story but you can find it here:

https://koolcat7719.wordpress.com/2017/05/30/un-potty-trainingdiaper-discipline-mommy-linas-abdl-services/amp/

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At the last chance reform school and clinic for troubled boys;

Doctor: You have nothing to worry about, your son is in capable hands.

Father: Though I don’t doubt that doctor, but is all this really necessary?

Doctor: Of course it is. According to the report we were given your son was out of control. Physically and emotionally bullying other students, skipping classes to do drugs, vandalizing private and public property, it’s a wounded the courts didn’t send him here sooner! Ah here’s your son now.

Mother: Are those restraints necessary?

Doctor: They’re just a precaution. A lot of our patients tend to resist their treatment at the start.

Mother: What is that you’re injecting him with? Is that a Diaper?

Father: And I thought this was a boys school why is there a girl next to him?

Doctor: Oh it is. You see we use a form of therapy called age regression therapy. It involves regressing the patients mind to a childish/infantile mind set so it’s easier to rebuild them into model citizens. Additionally after comparing data from our sister school for troubled girls we have found that girls have a higher success rate of being rehabilitated into society. So for the past 5 years we have been feminizing our patients into baby girls and there have been no reports of them becoming repeat offenders since. What they’re injecting him with now is a special formula we call Chemical 7-9-18-12. It contains testosterone blockers, estrogen boosters, muscle relaxers to make him incontinent and more docile and a chemical to lower his sperm count/production. By the time he’s released he will be a bubbly little daughter for you to reraise.

Mother: I always wanted a daughter!

Father: And all of this is completely reversible should we decide we want him to still be our son?

Doctor: Though I don’t suspect you will as we haven’t had a single case where the parents want a son after meeting their new daughter but yes it is all completely reversible.

“I had that weird dream again mommy.” I said drinking my after nap bottle.

“What dream Jenny?” Mommy asked looking down at me.

“That dream where my name is Jimmy instead of Jenny and I’m not a bay girl but a teenaged boy and I’m trying to move out.” I explained.

“Well that’s just silly. If you’re name was Jimmy why would I call you Jenny?” Mommy asked with a laugh.

“I know!”

“And if you were a boy you wouldn’t get to wear such pretty clothes.”

“I know that too.”

“And if you moved out who would change your diapers?”

“Exactly!”

“Speaking of diapers I think someone needs a change.” Mommy said rubbing the front of my diaper. “So why don’t you forget all about that silly dream and hop up on the changing table so I can get you into a nice clean diaper.”

“Ok mommy.” I said as mommy helped me stand up.

I don’t understand why I keep having that strange dream but I’ve started to have it less and less ever since Mommy got me that new mobile for my crib that plays that weird but relaxing music so I guess it doesn’t matter. I love mommy and would never leave her or dress in ugly boy clothes.

Michael sat on the blanket wearing a super cute outfit and drinking cum from his bottle. His outfit consisted of a diaper, a cute spotty onesie, shortalls, rainbow thigh high socks and little shoes. It was a perfect look for him, completed by the smell of the stinky poopy mess in the seat of his diaper. It had been a couple of hours since he had pushed the squishy load into his diaper and it had gotten cold now so it didn’t feel as nice any more. But Michael was just a baby and had no way of getting out of the diaper unless Daddy wanted it off him. At this moment Daddy appeared, walking into the room, holding a new diaper and baby powder in his hand. “Time to change baby’s diaper!” Daddy said excitedly as he walked towards Michael. Michael giggled behind his bottle. “You like that bottle don’t you little baby?” Daddy said as he stood above Michael. The bottle was filled with a mixture of cum from Daddy’s big cock and cum from Michael’s little clitty. Michael loved his bottle. It tasted so good. Daddy knelt down and laid Michael down on his back. Michael giggled as Daddy took his shoes off and began to take his shortalls off too. It was time for a diaper change and maybe if Michael was very lucky, Daddy would fuck him while he changed him.

The differences between America and Canada

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My dad works for the military so we ended up moving around a lot over the years. The most resent move has been from LA to Vancouver. At the end of my last day of school before the move I began saying goodbye to my friends when the new transfer student from Canada asked to speak to me in private. She began telling me some spiel about Canadians not potty training their children and diapers being mandatory for anyone under the age of 21. She then lifted her skirt and showed that she was wearing a diaper as proof. Of course I laughed it off, I mean there’s no way that’s true right?

Well imagine my surprise a few weeks after we moved in when my new school uniform arrive and included with it was a pack of 25 teen sized diapers. Not just medical diapers mind you these looked like they were designed for teen sized babies! To make matters worse the uniform did very little to hid them!

My mom accompanied me to the principals office as part of my first day orientation. The principal understood my unique situation being from America and already being potty trained but explained that there were no student toilets at the school and introduced me to one of the school nurses who said that she was there to change my diaper should the need arise. I told her off saying that there was no way in hell that I’d ever willfully use a diaper like some baby. To which she just smirked and said “we’ll see”.

I had a few close calls during the first week but managed to keep myself from using any of the diapers that they were forcing me to wear as a part of the uniform. Luckily my parents didn’t make me wear them and I was aloud to wear my panties outside of school. But as the days went by I began to notice something strange. It started when I would wake up in the morning, for some reason I’d wake up to my panties moist and smelling like pee. I didn’t wet the bed it was just a little moist. At the time I chalked it up to not whipping properly before bed, but then I began to notice that whenever I needed to pee the tiniest amount would leak out causing my panties to become moist like in the morning. What the hell was going on. Then one day I woke up to find that I had wet the bed!

“It’s a fluke! A one time thing! I didn’t wet the bed! I’m not a baby like the rest of these Canadian losers!” I remember telling myself.

I quickly changed the sheets and put the wet ones in the wash before heading off to school. But my problems didn’t end there. During second period for some reason my bladder would not behave. It felt super full and begging for release! “What’s wrong with me I didn’t drink that much today. Did I not empty all of it onto my bed last night?” I thought as I struggled to hold it in. But it was too late. By the time the bell rang for lunch I had completely soaked my diaper and begrudgingly began my walk down to the nurses office to get changed.

“Ah. There you are.” The Nurse said looking over at me. “I was wondering when you’d finally find yourself here.” She said with a laugh. “Have a seat over there I’ll change you once I’m finished with this little one.”

After that day I started wetting all the time both during the day and at night. It wasn’t long until all my panties and other big girl clothes were thrown away and replaced by diaper and other Canada teen baby clothes. I guess it isn’t to bad though. Once I put my pride aside I actually managed to make some friends and while I still find the notion of a law mandating that everyone under the age of 25 to be in a car seat and not allowed in the front seat a little crazy the car seats themselves are quite comfortable.

“I still feel a little guilty about what we did.” My mom said to my dad as I listened to my music.

“I know honey but look how happy she is now. She’s fitting in at her new school, she’s making friends.” My dad said looking back at me.

“I know but putting those strange drugs in her food?”

“Well they were proscribed by the Nurse at her school so it’s like we just went out and started mixing medication on our own. Besides I read that almost all the food in Canada contains micro traces of the compounds the drugs are made of so it would have happened eventually. We just helped it along.”

“But if that’s true then are we at risk of becoming incontinent?”

“No. At the end of puberty the human body begins producing a hormone that neutralizes their affects. We’ll be fine and so will she. Trust me.”

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A sequel to my caption about a girl moving from Canada to America. This time it’s the reverse with a girl from America moving to Canada.

Art by Rocket Manatee.