Roses are redViolets are blueI’ll change your diaperwhen you’ve had a poo
Month: March 2022
Some Solo Fun
Being a furry ABDL had its advantages. People saw you in a diaper, assumed it was ok to fondle your fur around your ears, give your neck a pleasing rub that felt so good, wanted to pick you up and cuddle you. Time alone however allowed for less sociable options. Nekki looked down at her…
I’m Wet
I was wet, as she came through the door.I wasn’t wearing a diaper; I was just wet. She saw, and smiled.I hadn’t wet myself; I was just wet. As she smiled, I blushed.I was wet, and as I blushed, she spoke.“You’re wet,” she teased.I sighed. “I’m wet,” I admitted. Her smile widened.“You’re a messy girl,”…
“I wanted to ask you something.” She smiled and looked at me, inviting the question. It was hard to ask. I may have stumbled a little. “Would you.. baby me? I want a mummy to care for me.” She took it well, didn’t throw me out of the house, just asked, “But darling, I’m 82…
The Blowout
Kirsty knew all about blowouts. Anybody with small children knew. It wasn’t something anybody was ever taught, you learned about them the hard way. A blowout wouldn’t happen while a child was safely tucked away in a cot, secure, within easy reach of a change of clothes, a washing machine, a clean diaper. No, blowouts…
I’m not sure what she was cooking but the smell was fantastic. If only I wasn’t secured in this chair, the aromas from the kitchen whetting my appetite as I unwillingly wet my diaper.
The Visit
I was nervous going through security, and it showed. “Sorry Ma’am, you can’t bring that bag in. Please return it to your car.” I looked at the guard, young and chisel jawed. “It’s got necessary medical supplies in it,” I said, “You’re welcome to search it.” He didn’t look like he believed me. “In that…
Adult Baby ABC
a is for amah Auspicious adults always avail adolescents avec an amah. b is for bottle Beautiful babies beyond breastfeeding, being babysat by burdened bedwetting babysitters, bereft bountiful breast, beg bottle balm, but blessed babysitter brings brilliant bacon baps berthed beside baked beans. c is for crib Crib or cot, childproof closures cleverly constrain coddled…
Rain Dance
Jenny looked across the fields, the crops brown, dying, drying in the unrelenting sun. “We need rain,” she said, turning to look at her brother. Jim looked back, and nodded, simply. “It might already be too late. Even Bess isn’t providing us with much milk. Unless we get a change, fast, we’re going to have…
Sally’s Problem
Sally burst into tears. She had meant to go to the toilet during break, but it was her turn to hold the skipping rope and Danni and Sarah wouldn’t let her keep playing with them if she didn’t contribute. Now it was painting, her favourite class, and she desperately needed to go. That was bad…