“Alrighty then,” the first Judy said. “Let’s see,” she began to list off on her fingers, “I’ve already cleaned him up, changed him, dressed him, fed him a bottle, burped him, and walked him all the way down here.” Dante “eeeped” as he felt two fingers poke through the leg hole of his diaper. (His diaper? No, no, no. THE diaper. THE diaper. Damn this was a messed up dream. He must be tripping.)
“He’s still dry, too.” the second Judy confirmed. Dante felt a hand pat his rump. “Not poopy, either.”
“You’re trembling.” She commented. “I-I know—can’t help it.” I softly replied. She moved her hand from my face...
“Sorry about the diapers Franky, but we don’t have a lot of time before our Mommies come back,” Milton...
Traumatized by her mothers death, a youngcancer survivor Ella Marsh stopped talking. Not only is Ella selectively mute, but...
Rachel hadn’t noticed the changes in the neighbourhood. As she rode to school her thoughts were still focussed on...
Awkwardly, but excitedly, Tyler compliments me on how pretty my underwear is, then, he leans back and takes...
“Fine. Then agree to the deal, and then don’t be slow. It is entirely under your control.” “Argh,” he...
Ron sat on his diapered bottom in the playpen and nursed at his bottle more delicately, watching the indolent...
They arrived at the door to the door and walked over to a table that was set up there....