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Hi Nice to meet you and to just let you know I’m a little baby girl MTF I’m pretty much a Wieb lol I love diapers pretty much everything baby like but if you like to be friends just add me and leave a message lol
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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
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Pouty baby doesn’t want to go to the doctors office. But she has no choice! Haha
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A real full-body workout performed by an athlete with a goal in mind induces maximal muscle contraction with heavy weights, allows for full recovery so you can grow and still train hard, and prevents the inevitable burnout caused by over training.
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Bondage, feet, messy diapers are our specialty. Spread the word and let’s make some exciting content!
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Outfit Of The Day… I’d wear pants but they won’t fit 🥺🎀
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I laid on my tummy on the soft carpet of Dada's home office, swinging my feet back and forth. I was busy coloring a picture for Dada, who was sitting at his computer, busy at work.
Trying to be a good girl and keep quiet while Dada worked, I suckled on my paci. The only sounds coming from my mouth were soft squeaks and happy whines as I looked at the pretty picture i was making. Every few minutes I would pop my paci out of my mouth to take a big drink of juice from my baba, only to put my pretty pink paci right back into my mouth.
After a while, I was almost finished with my picture. It was almost time for Dada to be off of work too, and I wanted it to be done before then so i could give it to him. I looked up at him and let out a happy whine as he looked down at me, reaching over to stroke my hair.
"Such a good girl. Daddy's almost finished, okay baby? Then I'll come and color with you."
"Otay Dada!" I mumbled around my pacifier.
I went back to coloring, looking up at Dada every few minutes. He seemed to be getting antsy, his foot tapping on the floor. He was probably ready to be done working.
Just as I was about to be done with my picture, he pushed his chair back from the computer, careful not to bump into me. I looked up at him with a frown. Dada usually didnt take breaks right in the middle of a project.
He saw my confused look. "Dada needs to go potty, babygirl. And speaking of potties, how is your diaper doing? Did my wittle baby go potty yet?"
I blushed and lifted my hands to cover my face as i shook my head.
"No? Hmm, that's not good. Its been a while since i changed you and you're still dry? Let Daddy double check, baby. Little girls are too small to know if they've made peepees."
I whimpered shyly, embarrassed as he stood and walked behind me. I went to move onto my knees so he could get a better view, but he held me still, lying on the ground. To my surprise, he straddled my knees, trapping my legs between his.
His big strong hands settled on my thighs and slid up, under my onesie and over my diapee, squeezing and pressing softly. "It seems you were telling the truth after all, you're all dry. We can't have that. Little babies like you should always have a wet diapee, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" he cooed at me.
I whimpered once more and nodded my head. Reaching over to grab my stuffie, i held onto it and rested my cheek against the carpet, laying flat.
"What's that?"
"Yes Dada," i said shyly.
"Good baby." He slid one finger under my diaper, sliding it along the inside leg cuff. "I think I know how we can take care of both of our problems. Daddy needs to go potty, and baby needs her diapee to be nice and soggy."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation as I realized what Dada had in mind. I whined softly.
Dada's jeans unzipped loudly behind me and i felt him move a bit, sliding forward up my thighs. His finger lifted the leg cuff of my dipee and i felt him slide inside.
"Ready baby?"
Before i could answer, i felt him push deeper inside as he started to pee. Wet warmth spread over my butt and down between my legs. I whimpered and shifted as it began to soak into my diaper.
"That's my good girl. Just hug your stuffie baby, it's okay. Daddy's almost finished."
I did as I was told, holding still as his pee flooded my diaper. He started to gently pull back and push forward, and I gasped as his thingy bumped into my little kitty, soaking it in his warmth.
He slowly pulled out of my diapee and zipped his pants back up. I felt him bend down and I sighed happily as he stroked my hair, kissing my head. "You're the best little girl for Dada."
He stood slowly and sat back in his chair. "Daddy's almost finished with work, love. Once I'm done, I think my little princess deserves a reward for being so well behaved."
I squealed happiled around my paci and wiggled my now soggy bottom. "Fank you Dada!"
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The big city really does have everything, doesn’t it? I mean, who’d have ever thought when I moved here last year that I’d be posing now in a frilly dress for you, smiling and wiggling and showing off my padded little behind…and all of my own free will? I mean, I can think of more fun things to do, definitely. But a paycheck sure is nice…
I’d never dreamed that there would be such a demand for stuff like this. Sure, I’m familiar with cat cafés and maid cafés; who isn’t here in Tokyo? But last year when I came here looking around for a job after graduation, a close friend of mine suggested I try out this place. “It’s kind of like a maid café, but different,” was all he’d said… And so I came and interviewed - and got the job the very next week!
At first it didn’t seem like much at all. The owner was super nice, though, and was completely up-front with me and the other new hires about the fact that we would be experimenting with a new kind of café. “People come to a maid café because they want to flirt and look at pretty faces while they’re being served,” he explained patiently. “And I thought, not everybody likes to be waited on; some people like to feel instead like they’re being busy and useful. So why not give people the chance to flirt and see young, pretty faces while also taking care of them?”
Those first couple of weeks were odd, believe me; I honestly almost quit a few times. But it got easier as I got accustomed to all this. Yeah, it’s like you imagine; we have to put on these frilly, babyish outfits as soon as we arrive, because the whole idea is to give the customer a chance to baby us. We’re assigned various ages to play; I’m usually asked to play age two, so that means I’m almost always in little onesies, dresses, sleepers, and of course…diapers. Oh, don’t worry - I don’t mind anymore! They took some getting used to, though, especially when we had to start actually using them and letting customers change us…
But what can I say? The Little Flower Café has supplied a new service, and the demand is clearly there - even though we maybe didn’t know it before. We get lots of older grandmas who just want to mother someone, but also younger guys, too…guys a lot like you, actually. I suppose they must like it for some reason, though I’m not quite sure what…
Anyway, enough about me! I shouldn’t be talking on the job, certainly when I’m supposed to be your kawaii little two-year-old for the next hour. Don’t you like it when I squat down and show you my ruffly little diaper bottom, sir…like this? I’m here to please you and make you smile, after all! Just tell me, sir - what else would you like to do with me this evening?
Image Credit: BabyGals.JP?
Please keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, may you get an unexpected bonus next pay period.
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I want a thick diaper like that! What type is that? What are some of the thickest diapers you can get?
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“That’s it hubby, lick every drop off my pussy. He came a lot didn’t he?”
“Now tell me how much you love showing everyone your pampers while you lick up my Bull’s cum”
**Squirm** *sigh** “I love it, Mistress” :/
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