David Was So Humiliated. He Had Been Taken Hostage And No Doubt A Ransom Had Been Put On Him But It Was

Slut Army Initiation

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I think my number one, all-time, most improbable fantasy is to go to an AB/DL daycare, where a class of littles are overseen by a group of nannies, teachers and babysitters dedicated to providing quality care to the boys and girls under their watch. 

I don’t think this could ever happen, outside of a well-orchestrated CAPCon or TeddyCon style event, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about this fantasy. This is a concept that I see all the time in some of my favorite AB/DL authors’ works but if it were to be PERFECT in my eyes, it would have to include these elements:

A huge playroom! This is probably the biggest need for the AB/DL daycare, because that’s where everyone would spend most of their day. There would be plenty of places to run around and play games, and there would have to be upscaled size play furniture to climb on, lots of fun toys and enough stuffed animals for everyone to have their pick!

A nap room, littles need plenty of rest to play all day, so there would have to be a quiet place to get away from the excitement in the playroom. There would be plenty of cribs with comfy mattresses and lots of blankies and pillows, and cozy rocking chairs for the nannies to feed the sleepy littles their bedtime bottles and rock them to sleep before putting them down for their naps.

A cafeteria! All that playtime will make a little very hungry very quickly, and those naptime bottles will only go so far. Our nannies will have a fully stocked kitchen and pantry to feed our littles, and each little will be secured in a padded highchair with a five-point harness. Those who identify as toddlers can have their hands, but the baby regressors will have their hands cuffed to their sides, and will need their caregiver to feed them.

Plenty of changing tables, of course, because one will never suffice. There at least needs to be a pair of tables in the playroom for quick changes that get the littles back to playtime as quickly as possible, and two in the nap room so that diaper changes can be done before nap time, and so bedwetters can have a fresh diaper right when they wake up.

A very limited bathroom for the littles that think they are ready to use the potty. Inside is a normal toilet for the caregivers, and a special small potty for the littles, but there’s no privacy when using that one so that the caregivers can supervise. If the little doesn’t make it in time, caregivers don’t have to worry because there’s a bathtub to clean them off and a changing table to the side for when silly babies get put back into their diapers.

A closet for the naughty littles. No, this isn’t the chokey from Matilda, this is a storage closet that keeps paddles and hairbrushes out of reach from littles, but at an arms reach for our caregivers. Sometimes you just need to correct a naughty little’s behavior on the spot in front of all their friends, and taking them over your knee for a quick spanking with their diaper pulled down is a perfect solution to most transgressions.

Actually, let’s also have a whole punishment room! Littles who are especially naughty will be taken out of class and brought directly to the punishment room, which has a spanking bench, a changing table with lots of restraints, a crib outfitted with a segufix and a other BDSM furniture pieces. When a spanking just doesn’t cut it, littles will cry out their apologies quickly as they are dragged to the punishment room for a proper attitude adjustment.

A theatre room, but instead of comfy leather chairs, lets make it a bunch of adult-sized baby bouncers to keep the babies in place while Disney movies are played all day. It’s so relaxing to just take a break and laugh along with your friends at animated hijinks without having to worry about missing anything for a potty break.

An arts and crafts room for creating pictures and paintings to take home to mommy/daddy after daycare! There’s lots to do as the teacher guides the little through a craft, but this room would have to be close to the bathroom, just in case a little needs to be cleaned and have their diaper changed after getting messy with the finger paint!

A classroom to learn in! We want our littles to be well-developed smarty-pantses, so we teach them basic math, reading, social studies and science for a little time each day. It’s never challenging, but its always fun!

What would you want to do at AB/DL daycare? Am I missing anything?

The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys: The Clark Family; 3 Years Later

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It has been three years since Mrs. Clark’s son Mark was sent to The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys. During his first year their he was feminized and regressed into a teen sized baby girl. Near the end of his fist year at the school Mark became Melody as his mother gave the go-a-head for the school to preform SRS on him.

Unfortunately around the same time Melody’s parents had gotten divorced. Melody’s mother had been awarded custody of their new daughter and began reraising her. Over the three years since Melody was first sent to the reform school her mental state has been slow returning to that of a girl her age and is currently that of a preteen though still needing diapers.

“So how are things with you?” Sandra asked her bestfirend/sister-in-law over zoom.

“I’m doing fine. The school says that Melody is progressing nicely through her treatment. In fact she has a dance recital coming up next month.” Mrs. Clark replied.

“I’m guessing they’ll be expecting us to attend?” Mr. Clark asked his ex wife.

“Well YOU don’t have to come but yes. Melody specifically asked her teacher for 3 tickets so you and your sister can attend.” Mrs. Clark said a little annoyed.

“Moooooooooom!” Melody called walking into her mothers office in just her T-shirt and diaper.

“What is it Melody? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Mrs. Clark asked as her daughter grabbed her arm.

“Oh Hi Daddy! Hi Aunt Sandra!” Melody said looking at the computer screen.

“Hey Melody.” Sandra said stifling a laugh as Mr. Clark just looked away.

“Mom we’re going to be late for my dance rehearsal!” Melody explained turning back to her mother.

“It’s not for another 40 minutes sweetie. Well go in a few minutes.” Mrs. Clark told her mentally regressed daughter.

“But mom, I need a change before we go.” Melody said blushing a bit.

“Alright go get on your changing table I’ll be their in a minute.” Mrs. Clark said before turning back to her computer. “Sorry guys I have to go. I’ll call back when I get back.” She said before ending the call.

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The story of the Clark Family returns! This time 3 years later.

Art by Rocket Manatee

baby’s first bottle!! yay we got it at the dollar store and it’s perfect, i love minnie! 💗🤍

daddy made warmed vanilla cinamon sugar almond milk! fancy huh? 🥛

and YES that’s ian and dad in the background, we got them in mystery packs today too at the dollar store. love them! too cute. makes me want to watch onward again! daddy?

Don’t give me that look young lady. You brought this on yourself. I told you not to tease your new sister about her needing diapers and repotty training after her SRS surgery and that I would not stand for transphobic 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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Decided to make a transpositve version of my previous caption. The idea come to me while reading some ABDL TG fiction were the main characters sister was teasing them.

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."