I Want A Thick Diaper Like That! What Type Is That? What Are Some Of The Thickest Diapers You Can Get?

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.

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."

Always Here for You (Kylie)

Oh, look at you, trapped in your little sissy cage while your girlfriend is having the time of her life. Can you hear her moaning? Of course you can sissy! She sounds like a porn star! This has got to be the first time you’ve heard that before. I know she’s never moaned that loud with a loser like you - not even when she was faking it! That's what it sounds like when a real man takes care of a woman. Not like the pathetic whimpers you make when you prematurely ooze your loser goo. 

Aww, are you a sad sissy? Why baby girl? You know you would never be able to satisfy her like he can. You're just a little sissy cuck, meant to be locked away and forgotten while she enjoys a real dick. Don't worry though you sweet little Pampered Princess! Your Mommy might have left you behind but Cuckysitter Kylie will always be here for you! I'll make sure to tease you, and spank you, and to remind you of how much of a worthless sissy you are every chance I get! Then I’ll put you down in your cage and turn up your baby monitor so you can fall asleep to the sound of your Mommy being ravished by your new Daddy! Aren’t I thoughtful?

Eww Brandi, is that your diaper I smell? Ugh, you’re so gross! You always cry ‘No! No! I’m a man, not a little girl!” But, here you are, wearing a dirty diaper like a little baby. And you know what's even more humiliating? That you’re going to be sitting in it for quite a while! That’s right sissy! I won't change it until Mommy and Daddy are done. I think it’s only fair. You used to make her suffer through your pathetic attempts at being a real man, now you should suffer through her getting the sex she deserves! 

Uh-oh sissy! Did you hear what Mommy just said? She asked Daddy to save all the used condoms. What do you think she’s going to do with those, Brandi? And what does she mean “I think next time Sissy should get it from the source?” I bet that’s not good Brandi…for you at least!

“This is what I wanted. This is what I wanted.” I kept repeating to myself.

It was true this was what I wanted but now that it’s happening I have mixed feelings. For a two years now I had been secretly wearing my older sister’s clothes without her knowing. Then one day out of curiosity I tried on one of my little sister’s goodnites and was instantly hooked. From then on I started wearing my little sisters clothes instead and slowly realized that I wanted to be a baby girl. I didn’t know how to tell my mom about my feelings so I started getting careless about not being caught. And then it happened.

One day my mom said she and my sisters were going out and wouldn’t be back until the evening of the next day and that I’d have the house to myself for the night. I took the opportunity to sleep exactly like a baby in my little sisters cote with foldable rails. We ate dinner as night and soon I was completely alone. I changed out of my boy clothes and into one of my little sisters goodnite and nightgowns. I got into the cot and pulled up the rails before putting the Disney Princess blankets over me and snuggled with one of the stuffed animal my little sister usually did.

I woke up the next morning with a strange taste in my mouth and a cold wet feeling between my legs. Before I could fully wake up and start analyzing what was going on I heard someone open the bedroom door. I looked over to see my mom walk in and close the door behind her.

“Good morning baby girl.” She said walking over to me. “I’m sorry I lied about you having the house to yourself for the night but I had to know if you actually were the who was stealing your sisters clothes and goodnites.” She then explained that she knew someone had been taking my little sisters goodnites and dresses for awhile now but didn’t know if it was me or my older sister, so she set this night up as a trap to see if it was me and was planning something similar next week if it was my sister. “But I guess there’s no point now that I found my new baby girl.” As she was explaining I realized that the strange taste in my mouth was a pacifier. “Don’t bother trying to say that this is your first time or a one time thing as I already found your stash of her clothes that were supposed to be donated to goodwill.” She said before I could retort. “Now here are the rules you will be following from now on:”

1. Because this must be what you want you are a baby girl now and will be expected to behave as such. This means you are the youngest member of the family making your little sister your older sister and you will address her as such.

2. You are no longer allowed to wear pants. From now on you will only wear skirts, dresses and tights.

3. The toilet is off limits. You will wear and use your diapers for their intended purpose.

4. You will refer to me as mommy just like all baby girls address their mothers.

“Now lets get you changed. The medicine on the pacifier I put in your mouth last night should have made you wet by now.” She lowered the rails and changed me into a pink despicable diaper, pink dress, white tights and put two pink bows in my hair. “Remember this is what you wanted.” She said before leaving to get breakfast ready.

“This is what I wanted.” I said to myself.

During the last few months of the first year of Regression Theropy parent are encouraged to visit their soon to be daughters at The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys in order to help establish a parental bond. This includes taking part in different activities such as feeding and diaper changes.

“Oof. I’ve forgotten how much of a stinky baby she used to be.” Mrs Clark said removing the used diaper from her mentally regressed and feminized son.

“Don’t worry. You’re doing fine.” The supervising teacher said handing her a clean diaper. “By the way where did your husband go?”

“I think he went back to the car. He’s been having second thoughts about all this and I think seeing his son all dressed up like a baby girl was too much for him.” Mrs Clark explained.

“Oh I see. We actually get that a lot. Dads aren’t usually too keen to see their little boys turned into baby girls. Most get over it though once there home.” The teacher said reassuringly.

“I hope so.” Mrs Clark said tapping up the diaper.

“So have you decided about whether you want us to go all the way or keep her as a boy? Because you know the deadline for the decision is in a few weeks.” The teacher said as the two looked down at the feminized boy.

“We actually haven’t talked about it but personally I’m leaning towards going all the way. We tried raising her as a boy and look where that lead. Having her be a girl gives both us and her a completely new start and we won’t make the same mistakes as last time.” Mrs Clark explained. I just hope Dan will be on board with that decision.

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Part 3 of my Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys series.

Edit: Managed to find a clean version of the picture

Art by Rocket Manatee