Ellen’s Visitor Scene 49

The nostalgic fragrance became immediately recognizable and stronger as he spotted the changing table, stocked underneath with many unopened packages of Pampers, Huggies, and the source of the telltale sent, Luvs, and they were all the same plastic-backed kinds that had been sold the last time he ever wore them. Up on the table was […]

Be My Be My Be My Little AB Scene 45

As Kim reached the door, Mandy and Heather moved to the threshold and stood side-by-side, blocking his exit. Kim hesitated, then launched himself between the female barricades like a running back slashing through the line for daylight, his hand still clutching the towel as if he were carrying a football on his hip. Kim was […]

The Milk Run Scene 64

She watched Rachel carefully through the rearview mirror, loving the view of her petite little boyfriend now dressed as her sissy baby nursing the big pink soother Margaret had just given to her. “Aunty Margaret sure loves you Rachel,” Tarnia said looking at her through the mirror, “Mommy loves you too honey.” Rachel was both […]

The Wrong Bus Scene 59

  Nancy took the offered item and unfurled it in front of Cody who quickly recognised it as a bib. It looked large enough to be able to fit him and he didn’t resist allowing Nancy to wrap the blue trimmed baby bib around his neck after dabbing away at the messy spot on his […]

The Vortex Scene 67

Leeanna, grabbed ride on a newly added tram. She never had time, to see the hole store. It was so big it was stretching 10 miles square. The store installed, over night. Some new cutting edge power generators. The store now ran 100% for-ever on magnetic turbine mortars. And wind mills generating power on the […]

Little Bed Wetting Ben Scene 99

“Hands off, good babies don’t play with themselves.” She smiled wickedly, “You’d better get back to bed.” Ben didn’t know what to say. “Maybe I can sit by you on the bus tomorrow?” Hannah asked. Ben nodded, “Yeah, definitely.” “And maybe you’d better be a good little boy and wear a nappy?” “What? I can’t!” […]