The pacifier, he could now see, was a toddler-sized “Nuke” with its contoured rim of translucent pink plastic molded over his lips and a ring of the same material that flapped loosely when he moved his head. The girls had woven the shoelace, which Heather had removed from one of her running shoes, through holes on either side of the plastic rim to make a very effective gag. Although the diaper was pinned snugly around his waist, its thickness gave Kim a rolly-polly appearance, his skinny frame made fat in the middle by the heavy padding of fluffy, white cloth. In awe, he ran his hands over the soft, billowing diaper, feeling as if he were bundled in a cumulus cloud.
Be My Be My Be My Little AB Scene 92
