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
September 9, 2011

Diapered, Get Ready, Punt!

Are you Ready for some Football? Are you ready to Party? This is Rockin Mandy Girl Ready to get your bottom padded! Are all your rowdy friends are coming over tonight? Are you prepared if your team dont win? Will you pee your pants if they dont? Well better call me so I can get you in your protective gear! Are you Ready for some Football? Are you ready to Party? This is Rockin Mandy Girl! Ready to get your bottom padded! Dont get caught off guard, be prepared, Call to get your Bottom Padded! Mandy 1 888 430 2010
September 1, 2011

The End of Summer

Sweet smell of phlox drifting across the lawn— an early warning of the end of summer. August is fading fast, and by September the little purple flowers will all be gone. Season, project, and vacation done. One more year in everybody’s life. Add a notch to the old hunting knife Time keeps testing with a horny thumb. Over the summer months hung an unspoken aura of urgency. In late July galactic pulsings filled the midnight sky like silent screaming, so that, strangely woken, we looked at one another in the dark, then at the milky magical debris arcing across, dwarfing our meek mortality. There were two ways to live: get on with work, redeem the time, ignore the imminence of cataclysm; or else take it slow, be as tranquil as the neighbors’ cow we love to tickle through the barbed wire fence (she paces through her days in massive innocence, or, seeing green pastures, we imagine so). In fact, not being cows, we have no choice. Summer or winter, country, city, we are prisoners from the start and automatically, hemmed in, harangued by the one clamorous voice. Not light but language shocks us out of sleep ideas of doom transformed to meteors we translate back to portents of the wars looming above the nervous watch we keep. By Rachel Hadas Mommy Lorraine Mommy Lorraine is always around to play with babies and sissies
August 17, 2011

Little Sissy Girl

Last night I sat one of the naughtiest little babies that I have ever come across! He kept shouting out no-no words, grabbing at my breasts, and making huge messes in his little diaper!! I tried spanking, time outs, no television, but nothing worked!!!!   It came to the point where I just couldn’t take it any more, so I turned this bratty baby into a little sissy girl, and laughed hysterically at him!!! This punishment sure worked!!! The little sissy baby was dressed up in her little pink bonnet, princess pacifier, pink footsie pajamas, and of course a little pink disposable diaper, with plastic crinkly pants!   I hate to say it, but I had FUN torturing the little sissy baby for being such a brat earlier!!!!   So if you are a naughty baby…this might happen to you if you act up while I babysit you!!!     Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
August 16, 2011

Tinkle Tinkle

Look at the lil man, he cant hold his bladder. I make him drink and drink and drink and his pants gets a wet spot. I cant help but laugh at his wetness and I tease him about putting him back into baby diapers but he thinks that I am just cruel and I would never really do such a think. But hmmm he must not know me very well *giggles* Jenna 1 888 430 2010  
August 14, 2011

Diapered Twenty Four Seven

How many days in a row have you had accidents in your underwear and your bed?  ABDL Mommy Star has lost her patience with you and today when you come home from work I am going to have to put you into diapers like a little Adult baby.   I imagine your going to resist and refuse to wear diapers but when I threaten to tell all your family and friends that you’re a big adult baby who still has accidents in his pants you quickly change your mind…tehehehe that’s a good adult baby now lay down for Mommy so I can diaper you. Call me for all your ABDL and diaper lover fantasies Mommy Star 888-430-2010
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