Freddysghost - Baby Nami

Denied ♡

I knew I wasn't allowed to, but I couldnt help myself. I am just Daddy's dumb little baby, after all. And dumb little babies couldn't help themselves.

Which is why i was kneeling at Daddy's feet, whining and whimpering pathetically. He was playing a game on his computer and i knew better than to interrupt, but my kitty was wet and I wasn't allowed to touch inside is my diaper under any circumstances.

"Daddy, please," I begged for the thousandth time.

He smirked as he continued to play his game. "Oh baby," he said mockingly. "You know that little babies don't get play time unless Daddy says so. And Daddy didnt say so, did he?"

I whimpered as tears of embarrassment and need stung my eyes. "No Daddy. But... but..."

"But what, baby?"

"I can't hewp it. My wittle cunny is all wet Dada."

"Well that's just too bad, isn't it kitten? Daddy said no, that means no naughty time for you. Now be a good little baby and keep quiet for Daddy." He reached down and grabbed my paci that was clipped to my onesie and popped it into my mouth.

A tear ran down my cheek as he turned back to his game, leaving me a squirmy mess on the floor. The aching between my legs only increased and I began to move to hips. With no friction, it didnt relieve my frustration in the slightest. I saw Daddy glance down at me but he didn't say anything.

After a minute of uselessly grinding my hips against the air, i scooted closer to Daddy. His attention didnt leave his screen. I slowly crawled closer until i was right beneath him. Still no reaction.

I carefully mounted his foot and whined as his leg pressed against my squishy diaper, pressing it against my princess parts. Slowly, i began rocking my hips, grinding and humping against him, letting out small gasps and whines.

I felt Daddy move a bit as he paused his game, sitting back to watch me. Glancing up at him, i looked back down quickly as my cheeks burned in embarrassment. I tucked my face against his knee and whined loudly in relief.

I continued to hide my face as tears of humiliation leaked down my cheeks at the thought of Daddy watching me behave like such a naughty little girl. After only a few minutes of me humping Daddy's leg like the dumb little baby that he loved to remind me i was, i felt him shift in his chair.

Unwilling to look up at him, i whined. Moments later, i felt his strong hand stroke the top of my head. His fingers ran through my hair, and he gently grabbed onto a thick handful. I whimpered as he tilted my head back, forcing me to look at him.

With an amused smirk, he spoke. "Hi Baby."

"Hi Daddy," I whimpered out around my paci, slowing but not stopping my movements.

"What's going on down there, hmm?"

I just whined, unable to articulate what I was doing.

"Oh, now you're being shy?" Daddy chuckled. "That's okay baby girl. Daddy knows exactly what you're doing. Being a very naughty girl, aren't you?"

I just nodded.

"Look at you. Humping Daddy's leg, desperate for Daddy to play with your kitty. That's what you want, isn't it? You want Daddy to touch your wet little kitty?" he said teasingly.

"Yes pwease Dada," I begged.

"Awww, what good manners," Daddy commented. "No, baby. Naughty girls dont get rewards, and they certainly dont get cummies. If you had only waited until Daddy was done with his game, he was going to play with your kitty while we watched a movie, but I dont think you deserve that now."

I whined in protest, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "Daddyyyy, please!"

"No, love. You disobeyed Daddy. And i think I know exactly how to make sure it doesnt happen again any time soon." He eased his foot out from underneath my cunny and stood. I moved to do the same, but he shook his head. "Babies don't walk. Crawl, baby."

I blushed and nodded, crawling behind him as he led me from his office to my nursery. He stood beside my crib and smiled down at me. "Come on, Sweetheart."

Daddy helped me up into my crib, folding the sides down so it more resembled a babyish bed. I rested my head on my pillow, and Daddy guided my wrists and ankles to the corners of the mattress, securing them into the fluffy pink restraints.

"Thats more like it," he said with a smile, leaning down to kiss my forehead. He climbed up, kneeling between my legs. His finger trailed up my thigh until he came to my thick diaper, gently prodding it. "Nice and squishy, as little babies should be. But i dont think that's the only thing wet, hmm?"

I blushed and shook my head, squirming slightly.

"I didn't think so. Not with all that pathetic humping you were doing." He pressed more firmly against the crotch of my diaper and i mewled. "You know, even though it was very naughty of you, seeing you act like such a needy little baby got Daddy pretty excited."

My cheek flushed red and I whined softly as I looked down at his crotch. There was an unmistakeable bulge.

He smirked and reached down to undo his belt and zipper. He slid his hand into his jean and palmed the front of his boxers. "Now, Daddies are allowed to tpuch themselves and play whenever they want. Babies don't. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head rapidly, whining as he pulled his hard cock out of his underwear, stroking it alowly.

"I'm not sure you do, little girl. I think Daddy needs to make sure that you understand that your kitty only gets attention when Daddy chooses."

I cried out in frustration, unable to look away from the scene in front of me. I didn't know whether i wanted Daddy to just give in amd touch me, or whether i preferred the punishment i was being subjected to. Except i did know. I wanted to be reminded of my place as Daddy's little baby doll.

Daddy smirked at me and let out a soft moan as he continued to stroke himself. I knew he was doing it to tease me. To show me how good it felt to be able to have that pleasure.

He moved forward and pressed his cock against the front of my diaper, rocking his hips into his fist, but still not enough pressure to give me any release.

Tears ran down my cheeks in frustration.

"What's wrong baby?" he cooed teasingly. "Do you need something?"

I nodded my head. "Yes Dada!" I pleaded around my paci, drool dripping down my chin.

"What do you need, cupcake?" He rubbed his slick tip against my diaper, smearing it around.

"I... i need Daddy to touch me," i whispered as i cried harder.

"No, you don't baby. You want it. You don't need it. What you need, is to follow Daddy's rules. You belong to Daddy, and you dont touch Daddy's things without his permission, do you?"

"N-no Daddy."

"Good girl," he sighed. "Now, Daddy is going to make cummies. But, baby doesn't get to feel Daddy's cock at all. And good girls certainly don't get cummy diapers."

He moved up my body until his cock was hovering over my face. I so badly wanted to stick my tongue out, but i knew better. And secretly, or not so secretly, I enjoyed the humiliation of being used to help Daddy masturbate with no pleasure of my own.

With a loud moan, Daddy said, "Hold still."

I did just that, closing my eyes as Daddy's warm milk coated my face all over. I did my best not to squirm. His special milkies were so close to my lips but i wasn't allowed to taste. It was torture.

After he was done, he sighed contently and leaned back to look at his handiwork. "So precious," he commented with a warm smile. He zipped himself back up and reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. I blushed heavily as he snapped a picture. "Looks like Daddy got his cummies all over your paci," he said with a chuckle.

He pulled it out of my mouth for a moment and swiped it through the warm stickiness on my cheek, before putting it back in my mouth. "Just a taste, for being such a good girl."

“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?”

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

I want a thick diaper like that! What type is that? What are some of the thickest diapers you can get?

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.

“Shh, sweetie, what’s wrong? What’s going on in here, baby? Mommy heard you squirmng all around in your beddie-bye all the way from her room! Is something bothering her little baby?”

Oh, that look my little one gives me as he stares up at me with that potent mingling of guilt, humiliation, and abject desperation written all over his flushed face. I don’t consider myself cruel, of course - no one really likes to think of themselves that way. But that helpless expression of his does incredible things to me - sets my heart racing, my knees trembling with excitement, my lower regions tingling. There is something so primal, so utterly, fascinatingly pleasurable about turning the guy you love into such a helpless, horny heap of hormones… And cruel or not, when I am tempted to feel bad I always remind myself that he wanted this. He even begged me for it once, so many months ago now…

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