October 19, 2011

Mischief Night

The moon is full, the wind it howls, the creatures arise, an begin to prowl. Beware my friend, for this mischief night, danger lurks, as witches take flight. Crackling laughter, sounds the alarm, Vampires awaken, exuding with charm. Ghost and Goblins, flood the night, haunting and creeping, an eager to fright. Zombies swagger, down the streets, oozing an gushing, devouring their treats. Werewolves prepare, to stake their claim, growling and drooling, they torture and maim. While witches swoop down, placing their snares, countless are snatched, an whisked to their lairs. So villagers take heed, this mischief night, that creatures won’t allure, you into their plight. Lock all the doors, stay hidden away, for this midnight hour, be very afraid! You shiver you shudder, as the night soon nears, stirring up suspicions, an all your worst fears. Not much longer now, till creatures will loom, abide my warning, or Seal your doom. Bolt the windows, stay out of sight, for peril awaits, This mischief night.   HAPPY HALLOWEEN, I WISH YOU All A GHOULING GOOD TME! HAHAHAHA! Poem brought to you by ABDL Mommy Sara Images brought to you by Caverns of Blood  
October 12, 2011

Itsy Bitsy Teeny Tiny Man

When the ABies I take care of are well-behaved they get story time. One of the favorite stories at Nanny Ella’s Nursery is Alice in Wonderland. I was reading to one good little boy the other day and we got to the part where Alice shrinks and grows. I could see the wonder on my little one’s face and I got all sorts of ideas of my own. Things I would do with a little one if he was literally little, if he was tiny. The little terrors would be easier to take care of – those bad boys would get shrunk. I can also think of some fun I could have that would bring me a lot closer to my sweet babies.   Like to play really little?  So do I – I love to play at giantess and shrinking fetish role plays.   Let Nanny shrink you down to size Your Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
October 10, 2011

Why so sad today?

Awwww, is the poor wittle aby crying again? You’re such a saaaaad sissy abie tonight! Your eyes are full of tears and your bottom lip is quivering! You must be on the verge of a REAL breakdown! And I’ve only just started teasing you! Well, if you insist on crying, I guess I’ll have to give you a REAL reason to cry! Cousin Jenna, 1-888-430-2010
October 2, 2011

FRUITS OF DESIRE

WE ALL ENJOY OUR TASTE OF DIFFERENT THINGS IN LIFE NOW ME I REALLY ENJOY A GOOD COLD ORANGE PEELED VERY SLOWLY DOWN THE MIDDLE.THEN JUST PULL IT APART AND EAT ONE PIECE OF THE SWEET FRUIT ONE SLICE AT TIME SAVORY THE JUICE AS IT DRIPS DOWN MY CHIN SOMETIMES MY HAND AND ARM BUT ITS SO GOOD I HAVE TO SAY.IT DOESN’T MATTER IF IT GETS ALL OVER ME I JUST LICK IT ALL AWAY LOL NOW LOOK AT YOU GET THAT MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER I WAS TALKING ABOUT A ORANGE HERE EVEN TOOK A PIC  TO PROVE IT LAUGHING . MOMMY LORRAINE
September 27, 2011

Wee Willie Winkie

  We all know why they call you “Wee Willie Winkie!” It’s soooooo tiny, they had to dress you like a little girl! No Superman Underoos for you! That’s much too manly! You get to wear a diaper and a pretty, pretty nightgown! And we all know why you’re running around at night! You’re trying to get a peek at all the boys, hoping to catch them naked, getting out of the shower! Better keep running, little girl! If we catch you, we’re all gonna laugh at you! Jenna, 1-888-430-2010
September 10, 2011

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Silvie Enjoy the shrinking fantasy would so enjoy doing that to you
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