Don’t Give Me That Look Young Lady. You Brought This On Yourself. I Told You Not To Tease Your New

Slut Army Initiation

Here, put this on 🔒

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."

It had been a year since the courts set my son to the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys. Over the course of that year they had subjected him to a combination of therapies called Regression Therapy and Feminization, reducing his mental and physical state to that of a baby girl. My husband, though hesitant, went along with it at first. But after we received the 6 month update letter he wasn’t so sure anymore. And after our first visitation he was against continuing it. We ended up arguing about it and it unfortunately ended in our divorce. Now I’m left to re-raise our daughter by myself.

It isn’t easy being a single mother much less one to a teenaged baby. Luckily I don’t have worry about finding a sitter while I’m at work as she’s still enrolled at the School, and they gave me a list of stores that sell adult sized baby supplies but it’s still hard. I don’t blame her of course, I love my little princess. I just wish my ex husband was able to understand why this was all needed. Our son was headed down a path to a life of crime but now she can start over as our daughter. We couldn’t afford to make the same mistakes we did last time and this was the best option to avoid them. I guess all I can do is give her the love and attention she needs and hope for the best.

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The fourth and final part of my Last Chance Reform School for Troubled Boys series. I might make more captions about it following a different family but this is the last for this one.

Art by Rocket Manatee