ABDL Baby Pixie
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Hi, I'm baby Pixie and right now I'm mad at mommy. I need my diapy changed and mommy told me I have to drink her breast milk before I get changed and I'm mad about that. I don't wanna suck on mommies breast milk until my diaper is changed because I like making a whole new messy in a clean fresh diaper when I'm feeding from mommy and she's ruining it!!!
Doesn't mommy understand that I like a fresh diaper on my smooth bottom when her nipple hits my mouth for feeding? I thought she knew her baby better then that. Then she tries to stick a binky in my mouth like it will make it all better but all it does is make me wanna messy in my diaper even more! The last time mommy did this to me I took her laxatives out of the medicine cabinet that I reached with my baby step stool, then the next night I purposely made so many messes in my diapy that she let me lay in my crib with no diapy on just making messes all night.
I think I'm gonna bite mommy's nipple and show her that she needs to make sure my bottom is always fresh before she forces her booby in my mouth to eat dinner. I not only want my bottom fresh but I wanna feel the diaper medicine melt between my lips and cheeks in my diaper. I like the coldness of the powder soaking up all my messes I make in my diaper until the next changing time! Well bye for now, I think mommy is about to change my diaper because she didn't like it when I stuck my binky in my diaper for her to grab it out and get poopy all over her hands *giggle giggle*
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January 5, 2011
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December 2, 2010
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