July 23, 2015

ABDL Potty Training With Mommy Candy

Today is a very special day for my adult baby diaper slave. After months of potty training, my aby is still not able to use the big boy potty. Even after Mommy Candy purchased a cute little potty chair for aby, and put him in pull ups and goodnights, aby kept having accidents. What’s a Mommy to do? I think its time for mommy to take drastic measures. Mommy Candy will have to start spanking aby. You will have to be striped naked and made to lay across mommy’s bare lap. Mommy is going to give you an over the knee spanking with her bare hands. Every time you pee or soil your diaper, Mommy will have to spank your bare bottom. If you start making Mommy’s hands hurt, I will spank you with a paddle or hair brush. Its very obvious to me that you need to be diapered 24-7 and treated like a big baby!
November 18, 2009

So Sad

Its a good thing i don’t like turkey because with a turkey looking back at me with this type of look there is no way i could eat the thing and it looking so sad i mean seriously now can you eat this poor little fellow and it looking back at you with those sad eyes maybe he just needs a good diapering is all. Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving just hope these sad little eyes doesn’t spoil it for you. He must have been having a terrible day for sure just hope it gets better for him is all because if not he is going to end up on someone’s table stuffed for sure. Minnie
October 26, 2009

Witches

A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade And the townsfolk, not heroic Find their shelter e’er abroad. Thus, the city is a ghost town Every night when dusk appears But, alas, there’s milling around In spite of the chills and fears It is true, the rumored report Of the fog-like mist and smell For within a vacant resort Is the place where witches dwell. While the walls are swayed by motion And the roof is half intact The witches join to boil a potion Made of decades old extract To erase one’s recollections Of the town that they once knew Once they taste the rich confections That are in the witches’ brew. Minnie
October 9, 2009

Just for you

That’s right this cute little pink diaper is just for this cute little sissy baby Minnie wanted to make sure she got the color that you love the best i and i knew it was Pink because thats your favorite color now is it not my diapered little sissy girl. Because you love it when i diaper you up no matter what and put those sweet smelling powders on that cute little bottom your going to especially love it when bathe and diaper you up in this cute little Pink diaper will you not. Minnie
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