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Baby! Tsk tsk tsk!! My eyes are up here! We both know that starting potty training was a waste of time The soaking wet bed is proof of that! So I got you this cute little diaper! Look, it says “baby” on it because you will always be Mommy’s baby!
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This small little boy got a cute diaper put on him today
Someone got a diaper change in the living room with all the windows open today. Do you think the people walking by caught a glimpse? ☀️
This little super soaker deserved something very cute and special for dinner out tonight Do you think anyone noticed the crinkle sound coming from his pants?
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You get a text at work from Mommy that says “Ready when you are, baby”
Count Gator’s numbers with Mommy, baby!
1, 2, 3! Very good
Monday night in November means a chilly night to watch football in the living room with the fire place on aaaaaand it means a diaper change on the couch after the 1st quarter
I taught my friend how to adhere one of my stickies to the baby’s diaper. She will do it by herself next time The baby looks SO stinkin cute wearing Pooh Bear
Mischief Night
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Contains ABDL Content
A silent chuckle escaped Dylan’s mouth as he threw the last roll of toilet paper over the front yard’s tree to his partner-in-crime Mark. It was the night before Halloween and Dylan had always wanted to do something crazy for Mischief Night. After a few illegally purchased beers using their fake IDs, Dylan and Mark, along with their getaway driver Nadia, had come up with the brilliant albeit classic prank to TP the dreaded Blackleach House and then ding-dong-ditch to glimpse the reaction of Old Lady Blackleach.
Rumor had it that the decrepit house at the end of the unlit road belonged to the old witch and that those who disturbed her disappeared into the house: never to be seen again. “What a bunch of bullcrap,” Dylan had said on the drive over to the house. “I’m not afraid of some old hag.” And so upon finishing their act of vandalism, Mark snuck back to the car with Nadia ready to drive off as Dylan approached quietly to ring the house’s bell as he was dared to do.
Dylan stepped onto the front porch that was now covered in toilet paper. He looked around the old wooden porch for a doorbell to no avail. Of course this broken down place has no doorbell, he thought. The only option was the old-school one: the front door had a knocker shaped like a skull. That’s actually pretty spooky, Dylan admitted to himself. But a little Halloween decor wasn’t going to get him to believe in made-up witch stories so easily.
Dylan used the knocker a few times before darting off the front porch and into the yard. He wanted to make sure he could get to the car in time to not get caught but enough time to see the old lady’s face. He took a second to look back at the house and then… WHAM! Dylan tripped and hit his face against the ground HARD. Normally, the 19 year-old would’ve been able to spring back up in an instant; him and Mark were on the high school football team, after all. But this particular hit really stung and, to Dylan’s own surprise, tears began to well up in his eyes and he found himself unable to get up.
“Oh dear, are you ok?” Dylan turned himself over to catch a glimpse of the woman through his tears.
Dylan wiped his eyes to get a better look at the woman. He was expecting the old lady, but this woman couldn’t have been much older than him. Maybe 24? 25 years old? He didn’t know that Old Lady Blackleach had a granddaughter who lived with her, let alone one this hot! Dylan’s face still stung but he had to hold back the tears if he wanted to save the situation and impress Ms. Blackleach. He picked himself off the ground, briefly noticing that Nadia and Mark had pulled away without him. Some friends, he thought.
“I’m ok, thanks,” Dylan finally responded. “I… uh… just walked by and noticed some assholes TP’d your poor grandma’s house. I wanted to offer to help clean up when I tripped over a root or something. No big deal.”
“That’s so thoughtful!” the young woman exclaimed. “I’m actually watching the old place while my grandma is out of town. But why don’t you come in and we can get your face cleaned up?”
Perfect, Dylan thought. An empty house and she’s inviting me in? Score! Dylan followed her into the home. The woman, whose name Dylan learned was Barbara Blackleach, was truly quick to take care of him. She pulled out a chair for him, took his leather jacket, and prepared him a cup of coffee and that was all before she pulled out a wet wipe and started cleaning the dirt off his face. Dylan had to admit that there was something super intimate about being looked after. As she tended to his scars, he even found himself getting lost in the woman’s emerald green eyes. Everything seemed almost too good to be true. That was until…
“Uh-oh!” Barbara said in an almost sing-songy voice. “Did somebody have an accident?”
HIt took Dylan seconds to even register what Barbara’s strange tone change could be referring to. After about ten seconds, Dylan looked down to realize his jeans were soaked! What? How was that even possible? Did he spill his coffee? No, his pants were warm but the coffee would’ve been scalding. He couldn’t have…
“Did somebody have trouble making it to the bathroom in time?” Barbara teased.
Holy shit! The realization hit him like a hurricane. This was humiliating. His chances of having a sensual night with Barbara had plummeted from one hundred to zero. He stood up in alarm, figuring he may as well try to rush out of here with whatever dignity he’d have left.
“Oh my god!” Dylan shouted. “I am sosorry! I should really get going. I’m really sorry about this!”
Barbara reached out and grabbed Dylan’s hand. “Don’t be sorry. You couldn’t help it,” Barbara affirmed. “Don’t leave. I can help you get changed.”
Dylan was surprised this seemingly matriarchal household would have a change of clothes for him. He wasn’t sure if staying to change was worth the humiliation anyway. But, as Barbara led him by the hand to the next room, Dylan found himself following her without question.
The next room quickly broke his trance, however. Dylan could’ve sworn he was dreaming. The room was a nursery! But like, an oversized nursery! Giant cribs, giant highchairs, a giant rocking horse! Even a giant changing table that Barbara began to lead him over to.
“Come on!” Barbara said. “Let’s get you changed into a nice, fresh diaper!”
Diaper?! The word made Dylan’s skin crawl. Wandering down the road to face Mark and Nadia with soaked pants was certainly less embarrassing than waddling around in an adult diaper.
“No thanks!” Dylan said, backing away. “I really do have to go now.” As he turned to leave, the 19 year-old lost control of his legs. He didn’t trip like last time; his legs stopped working! And he ended up on the ground on all fours. He crawled to the now-closed door that lead to the living room, but try as he might, he could no longer stand to reach the knob.
Barbara began to snicker to herself, which eventually turned into a sinister cackle as she approached Dylan. “Nice try, darling,” Barbara said. “But you’ll have to listen to me now. As I said, let’s get you changed.”
A crawling Dylan trembled in fear as Barbara miraculously lifted him and carried him on her hip. All of a sudden, Dylan felt miniscule next to her, despite the fact that they were about the same height. Barbara dispensed him onto the changing table, where he found himself unable to move at all, and she began systematically removing his wet clothes all the way down to his birthday suit.
Dylan’s eyes went wide as Barbara grabbed his flaccid penis in between her thumb and pointer finger, waving it around playfully. “Awww,” she cooed. “And I bet you thought you were going to get some action with this tonight. Adorable!”
“But I-” Dylan was interrupted mid-sentence by a large baby blue pacifier that had somehow made its way into his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but he started to suck on it rhythmically for some reason.
Much to Dylan’s absolute shock and terror, Barbara wiped his private parts and taped a fluffy white diaper onto him as she explained what was happening. “What a naïve little boy,” she commented. “I guess you’ve never encountered an enchanted knocker before. Its magic will slowly take away your ability to walk, stand, use the toilet… well, to be a man basically.” Dylan’s face reddened as she cackled. This couldn’t be forever, could it?
“I’d bet you figured out by now that I am Old Lady Blackleach,” the witch admitted. “I’m actually one hundred and thirty-three years old. But I like to keep this younger form so that I can punish and nurse naughty little boys who think it’s funny to disturb me on Mischief Night.”
As Barbara talked, Dylan realized his mind begin to slip away. He would think about a plan to escape when thoughts of toy blocks and trains would invade. He tried to roll off the changing table, but he started to think of ways to make Mommy… er, he meant, Barbara… happy.
Barbara picked him up with ease once again and placed him in the nursery’s playpen and Dylan realized for the first time that the two of them weren’t alone. In the playpen was another young man who was drooling all over himself as he played with a set of toy keys.
“This is little Billy,” Barbara introduced him. “Billy thought it would be funny to break my windows two Mischief Nights ago. A few spankings later and he’s now my little innocent bundle of joy. Isn’t that right, Billy?”
Billy nodded, completely entranced. Dylan couldn’t believe it. Billy’d been here for two years? Would he end up like this?
“Well, it’s your first night Dyl and you were oh so excited to make some cummies, weren’t you?” Barbara teased. “Well, I suppose you deserve a little Halloween treat. Billy, lay down for Mommy.”
Billy did as he was commanded, and soon, Dylan found himself climbing on top of Billy as much as he commanded his brain to do otherwise. Barbara giggled as the two former ladies’ men began grinding their diapers against one another. Dylan, who admittedly didn’t have the greatest stamina in bed, within seconds came faster and harder than he had ever before. His eyes shot to the back of his head and, if not for the enchanted pacifier in his mouth, would’ve moaned in radical ecstasy. His diaper immediately ballooned with his cum and it immediately filled up to the point that cum rocketed to the top of his stomach and began leaking down his legs through the holes in his diaper.
He rolled over onto the floor of the playpen. The spell was complete. Dyl could only gurgle and play with his toes as his adult mind screamed for this hell to be over. But his body would not obey. He belonged to Mommy now.
“Another diaper change already?” Mommy asked in amusement. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Won’t get many treats like that again.”
Mommy carried Dyl over to the changing table and began to untape the diaper of her new captive.
“Isn’t it ironic?” she chuckled as she pulled out a bag of wet wipes. “You’ll never have to use toilet paper ever again.”
Easter Egg Hunt
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Todd wished he was spending his Easter Sunday any other way. While everyone else in the family was drinking mimosas and catching up at the country club’s fancy brunch, his girlfriend Melissa had volunteered the two of them to watch his five year old nephew Billy participate in the club’s annual Easter egg hunt for the kids.
Todd didn’t have anything against his nephew, of course. But how come his parents couldn’t watch him? Why Melissa have to volunteer them? These kid’s events were agonizing to watch for Todd. It took a half hour for the event to even begin while the chaperones separated the eggs across the front lawn. The eggs weren’t even hidden in challenging places for the children to find. The kids simply had to run around like maniacs collecting as many eggs as they could, which was not an ideal Easter activity for Todd to watch.
Some doofus in a ridiculous Easter Bunny costume came out to entertain the kids before the hunt even began. It was at this point that Todd had his eyes on his phone, just waiting for this thing to start so it could be over and done with.
Just then, someone tapped Todd on the shoulder. “So you think this is boring, do you?”
Todd looked up from his phone and did a double take. This woman was stood out in the open at their family’s country club in nothing but white lingerie with a bunny tail and bunny ears. Todd couldn’t believe that no one else had reacted to this inappropriate display, especially on one of the club’s most busy days. But when he turned to talk to Melissa, he noticed that her and all of the club’s guests were stood completely still.
“What did you-” Todd began to ask, bewildered.
“I noticed you didn’t find much joy in the Easter Egg hunt,” the woman said.
“Yeah, but I wanted it to go faster, not stop completely,” Todd responded. “Who are you?”
“I’m the Easter Bunny, of course,” she said.
Todd laughed. “Yeah, right!” he said. “And I’m the tooth fairy!”
“How else do you explain this?” the Easter Bunny asked.
Todd did have to admit that all of this was pretty irrational. If time was frozen, then why couldn’t this strange Playboy Bunny be the real Easter Bunny? As ridiculous as it was, he decided to play along. “So what do you want?”
“I can tell your bored of the Easter traditions,” the Easter Bunny said. “I think you need to rediscover their joy. Wouldn’t the hunt be more fun if you were participating?”
“I suppose so,” Todd pondered. “But it’s so easy. If these kids can manage to discern colored eggs, then it wouldn’t be especially hard for me.”
“Then we’ll make it more interesting,” the Easter Bunny said. “Every egg that you collect will make you one year older and your nephew one year younger. Every egg that your nephew collects will make you one year younger and him one year older. Perhaps, that will add a level of challenge.”
Todd definitely didn’t want to agree to those terms. “No, I don’t think that-”
“On your marks, get set!” a voice shouted from behind Todd. Todd turned to discover that time was unfrozen and the hunt was about to begin. When he turned his attention back to the Easter Bunny, he noticed the woman was gone.
“Go!”
Todd was frantic as he noticed the young children, albeit very slowly, begin to collect the eggs. Billy, at age five, certainly wasn’t a track star, but he did begin to collect quite a couple around his feet. Todd noticed as his button-down shirt and pleated pants began to grow on his body. Or rather, he was starting to shrink! He couldn’t believe it! The Easter Bunny wasn’t bluffing. Todd, twenty-one years old just moments before, was now a teenager.
“Billy, stop!” Todd yelled as he ran to participate in the hunt. The now teenager began to fumble eggs in his hands while Billy and the other kids had made their way far out into the lawn with their Easter baskets, leaving few eggs for Todd to retrieve. Todd had about six eggs in his hand, returning his clothes to normal, when they begin to slip and fall out of his hands. At that moment, Todd felt weaker and smaller as his clothes changed to a twelve year old’s bunny-adorned sweater vest and khaki shorts.
Todd fell to the ground, attempting to catch the eggs is his hands again, but it was futile. Soon, Todd was getting slower and slower as his body began to act its age. His clothes soon turned to an ensemble similar to his nephew’s: suspenders, a bowtie, and a newsboy cap. It wasn’t long before Todd sat in front of the family’s country club wearing only a diaper covered in pink bunnies to hide his shame, as well as an oversized pink pacifier. On top of his head were cute little bunny ears meant for an infant.
Todd began to sob. He tried desperately to crawl to gather what few Easter eggs may turn him in to a toddler, at least, but was stopped when Melissa picked him up and held him against her chest, bouncing him up and down to soothe him. Melissa, who was shorter than Todd, had absolutely no problem lifting the man off the ground.
“Shhh, shhh,” Melissa cooed. “It’s ok, Todd. Let’s get you home.”
As Todd continued to cry, he saw a man walk towards them through the tears. Todd recognized that the grown man who was carrying an almost full Easter basket was once his nephew Billy, now aged up by two decades due to the Easter Bunny’s magic. Billy rustled the infantile Todd’s hair.
“It’s ok, buddy,” Billy said. “It looks like you are just a little too young for your first Easter egg hunt. We’ll try again next year.”
“Looks like someone had an accident too,” Melissa pointed out. “We’ll need to get you into a nice, clean diaper before brunch.”
Todd hadn’t even noticed that his diaper was soaked. His cries continued as he realized he would be undergoing his first diaper change of many under the hand of his former girlfriend, now caregiver.
Billy and Melissa began to strap Todd into a stroller when he spotted the mysterious woman, the Easter Bunny, snacking on a carrot in the distance. Todd figured his best hope was that he could make a similar deal with the rabbit next year in hopes that he could gain some years of his life back. Although, his body next year would only have the power of a three year old’s; it was more likely that he would just lose more years next time, resetting his progress.
All he knew is that he had now gained a new appreciation for the classic Easter tradition of the Easter egg hunt. And that he would be looking forward to it each and every year from now on.
Diapered at Disney
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“Are you serious, Nathan?” Laura asked. “I can’t believe you forgot!”
Nathan scoffed at the pathetic display that his girlfriend was showcasing. He couldn’t imagine being a grown adult, throwing a tantrum in the middle of Disney World. And for what? He already dragged her here despite the fact that the theme park was for literal children. How could he be bothered to remember to book tickets to meet Anna and Elsa, the stars of Laura’s favorite Disney film?
“Babe, who cares?” Nathan retorted. “Aren’t you a little old to want to meet the princesses from Frozen? They’re just women in costumes.”
“I was just hoping you would indulge me after we spent our entire day building lightsabers in the Star Wars park!” Laura said. “But I guess I expected too much of you, hoping you’d plan the one thing I asked you to…”
“At least Star Wars isn’t for babies,” Nathan responded.
Laura rolled her eyes at Nathan’s immature defense. “You’re such a dick,” she proclaimed before storming off further into the park. Nathan shrugged and followed after her. She’d come around, he thought. She just needed some time to cool down. After all, it was a really stupid thing to be mad about.
They spent the rest of the day getting drinks at EPCOT. Nathan had a great time, but Laura was still bitter by the time the couple got back to their hotel room. Nathan pressed his luck one last time trying to get some action from his disappointed girlfriend. “Not in your dreams,” she had said. Nathan didn’t remember much else before passing out in his bed.
Nathan woke up with a headache, but oddly enough, not from a hangover. It took a second for him to get his bearings before he realized something was definitely wrong here. He had definitely passed out in the bed, but it felt like he was closer to the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, realizing he was surrounded by bars.
“Is my sleepy guy finally awake?” a familiar voice cooed at him.
Laura’s voice finally shook Nathan fully awake. He went to respond, but something fell out of his mouth followed by a tremendous amount of spittle. Nathan was embarrassed and wiped his chin dry, but was immediately more embarrassed by what he saw next. A large blue pacifier had been what fell out of his mouth and the only piece of clothing he was wearing was a giant diaper adorned in snowflakes and the annoying snowman from Frozen.
“What the fuck?” Nathan said audibly.
“Good morning to you too,” Laura responded, lowering the bars of what Nathan now realized was his crib. Nathan began to question his reality, but was stopped by his girlfriend pushing the oversized pacifier back into his mouth.
“Let’s get you fed, Nate,” Laura said. “We’ve got a busy day at Disney World ahead of us!”
By the time Nate, as he was now affectionately called, was locked in an adult-sized baby stroller while being pushed through Disney World, he had a better understanding of what was going on. His girlfriend had picked him up from his crib with remarkable ease and locked him in a highchair. Try as he might, he could not escape the highchair. And as much as he cursed, screamed, fought, and inevitably sobbed out of frustration, Laura couldn’t understand a word he said as she fed him spoonful after spoonful of disgusting prune mush. Now, after what seemed like a never-ending car ride strapped in his booster seat, he was being carted through Disney World like a helpless infant.
Nathan’s eyes widened as he realized his predetermined destination: the line to meet Queen Elsa and Princess Anna. He tried with as much effort as he could manage to escape his stroller, but he was too uncoordinated to undo the strap.
“Don’t be so fussy, Nate,” his girlfriend-turned-caregiver had said in the line. “You’ll see your favorite Disney princesses soon!”
After what felt like hours waiting, during which Nathan resorted to played with a plastic ring of keys for entertainment, he was cycled into a frozen palace throne room, decorated with snowflakes and icicles. On two thrones at the front of the room sat Elsa and Anna and a professional camera was set up facing them.
“Welcome to Arendelle!” Queen Elsa proclaimed.
Nathan was, once again easily, picked up by Laura out of the stroller and sat next to the two women, whom Nathan had to admit were very attractive. He might have been more confident if he weren’t about to get his picture taken with them in nothing but a diaper. Trying to run away, he discovered that his body was able to even stand, forcing him to crawl before being picked up by one of the princesses and rocked in their arms demeaningly.
“What a cute little prince!” Princess Anna teased. “Are you my knight in shining armor?”
The absolute dismissal of Nathan was utterly humiliating. He wasn’t a baby! He didn’t even like Frozen! What he did to deserve this was beyond him, but things only became worse as Nathan felt a strong sensation in his stomach. The prunes had caught up with him.
“No,” Nathan muttered behind his dummy. “No way!” His body began to tense up as he anticipated what would follow. But it was no use. He wasn’t able to fight it like he normally would. Nathan heard his girlfriend instruct, “Smile for the camera!” before a flood of diarrhea absolutely destroyed his Frozen-themed diapers. Instead of smiling, his face had turned bright red, both out of frustration and effort. At that moment, the camera flashed, immortalizing the baby’s first accident.
Nathan couldn’t help himself as he began to wail uncontrollably, reaching the final straw of his frustration. The crying only added to the embarrassment he felt from messing his diaper in front of three gorgeous women. Princess Anna tried to comfort him by bouncing him up and down, only spreading his mess further around his diaper.
“Awwww,” Anna baby talked. “What’s wrong?”
“Looks like someone made a stinky,” Elsa chimed in.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, ladies,” Laura said. “He didn’t have an accident last night.”
Nathan couldn’t believe Laura was talking about him like that when he was right there. But what was more unbelievable was Anna laying him down and beginning to untape his messy diaper. “It’s ok, hun,” she said. “We deal with big babies like him all the time.”
Big babies? Nathan couldn’t believe it. They didn’t see him as a baby, but as a grown man acting and being treated like a baby. Nothing could make this more humiliating, he had thought. Only then did he notice that his penis was hard underneath his diaper. He had to cover his face from shame.
“That’s so cute!” Elsa remarked. “Is someone excited to meet his favorite princesses?”
Nathan wanted the ground to swallow him up. He had never been a shower (or a grower, for that matter) in that department, but he had never expected to be so casually nude and aroused in front of these women. He couldn’t even understand why he was hard. He must have been turned on by something.
“Oh gosh,” Laura said. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be!” Anna responded. “It happens all the time. Babies can’t control themselves. Let us take care of it.”
Nathan was shocked as Anna began stroking his erect penis. He normally lasted pretty long, especially considering the current circumstances. But just having his member lightly touched sent a wave of ecstasy throughout his body. Within a matter of seconds, Nathan had the most intense orgasm of his life, showering his cum into his previously used diaper. He could only cover his face as the two princesses disposed of his diaper and changed him into a fresh, clean one.
The two princesses waved goodbye to their new favorite baby boy, Nate, as he sunk down into his stroller, arms crossed. “Don’t worry, Nate,” Laura said, pushing him back into the park. “We can visit them again tomorrow… and the day after, and the day after, and the day after that.” Nathan could only sit in his stroller and pray that this was a dream or that whatever magic dust had affected him would wear off that night. But one thing was for sure: he would never call anyone a “baby” ever again.
The arms were around her. The hands were patting affectionately. Even the warm press of the curvaceous, motherly breasts felt authentic. But the voice… ah, the voice gave it all away.
“You are a good girl. Yes… so good. You are a good baby girl for Nanny.”
Nanny?! Esther was shuddering now as the arms slipped inxorably tighter around her. How many times did she have to say it? Shewas the nanny! She had been here with the Hendersons for nearly a year now, taking care of their little sweethearts and watching them grow. She’d been doing her job well and faithfully and efficiently… or at least, so she’d thought.
So why had she arrived to find this- this- woman? Or not even a woman, but a nanny-bot? She’d heard them mention something about an impending delivery, but…
At least the cosmetics of this latest line were on point. She’d heard and seen plenty of ads for them, and the AutoNanny 13 was supposed to be the most realistic model yet. So as she felt the uncannily human touch and warm pressure of the bot’s presence against her, she could only shiver and reluctantly concede the point.
Though the voice recognition, TTS, and logic clearly left something to be desired.
“But I’m not a baby!” she wailed once more, struggling against the nanny’s firm – and increasingly tight – grasp. “I’m the real nanny! I’m Esther, and I’m twenty-two years old, and I don’t belongindiapers! Take this thing off me already!”
The tiniest pause, and then a smoothly oiled reply.
“You are not a nanny. I am the nanny. You are a good baby. A good twenty-two month old baby. Good girl. Good little girl must stay in her diaper now. Nanny will change you when your diaper is wet.”
The hands were probing now at her rear and at her crotch, and Esther winced as they pressed against her painfully swollen bladder. She’d been stuck in traffic- hadn’t had the chance to pee yet- had burst in her in a rush to prep the house before the family returned from their vacation. And then this awful nanny-bot had swept in and overpowered her, and it had all gone horrifically downhill from there…
She winced and let out a cry of desperation. “But I’m telling you, I’m not a baby! I’m an adult! Nanny, stop – please! You’re programmed wrong, okay? I’m twenty-two yearsold!Years, you stupid computer – not months!”
Yet all her wails produced was a whir and something almost like a laugh – if it wasn’t coming from the depths of an uncannily realistic robot.
“You are a noisy baby. Hush, or Nanny will get you your pacifier to be quiet. Hush. Nanny will change you when you have peed in your diaper.”
Of course she struggled – again. Of course she begged – for the hundredth time. But in the end, it happened. Esther knelt there, sniffling and captive in the arms of her replacement – the AutoNanny 13 – feeling her own hot urine flood out and soak into the depth of her swelling diaper.
Perhaps it wasn’t an error, she mused sadly, feeling the nanny’s hands patting and pressing her own soggy mess into her recoiling bum. Maybe the Hendersons really didn’t want her to be the nanny anymore…
Though to be sure, this had to be one of the worst possible ways to get a two-week notice.
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What’s your favorite type of diaper??
Mine is currently either little for big diapies or barnyard diapies !!
