November 14, 2011


  Going to the potty is something we must do. Mommies do it. Daddies do it. Even me and you. Our number one is always liquid. Our number two is like a paste. Both of them are made up from all our body’s waste. We have to dump our garbage, so that we don’t get sick, From all the dirty, yucky and disgusting garbage ick. Our waste is trash inside us. We have to push it out. Doing it without our diaper is what this book’s about. We have to wear a diaper, when we’re a baby who’s still small. But once we start to run around – swift and straight and tall, Then we know it’s time to learn what we’re supposed to do when we have to go & make a number one or two. It’ll start out as a tickle, from somewhere deep inside our tummy. Sometimes we can feel it after we eat something yummy. When things begin to stir around and start to move inside, we won’t go in a corner or find a place to hide. We’ll find our mom or daddy – any relative will do – then we’ll say,Excuse me, I must go number one or two! They’ll understand, take our hand, and help take care of it. We’ll walk into the bathroom, pull down our pants and sit. We’ll keep sitting on the potty. Until our wait is through. We’ll know when we’re finished; we’ll see our number one or two. Things feel so much better when we don’t need a change. Even though at first those things might feel a little strange. We’ll feel so much bigger, and that feeling feels so good. If we can number one and two it, then don’t you think we should? mommy lorraine 1-888-430-2010 for all of baby’s fun time needs whether it be potty or sexual and sensual you know where to find me heheheh
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
July 20, 2010

New Diaper

So you got a brand new diaper huh enjoying the feel of it against your bottom loves the way it snu ggle so sweetly against your skin do you. Well now you do know that if you wet or do a poo-poo in it it won’t feel like it does now because mommy will have to change you and put you back in one of your older diapers while this one is being washed and dried. MommyLorraine
February 27, 2010

Lesson from your ABMommy

ABMommy’s little Jason needed a private lesson today. He was all wound up the poor thing. ABMommy knew just what he needed to calm down. After she changed that messy diaper she sat him on her lap and let him enjoy some sweet tasting Mothers milk, he loved to play with Mommies boobies while he suckles. He twirls his tiny fingers all over my other nipple, just lying back gazing at them. While Mommy twirls and pumps babies little dicky in her fingers. ABMommy may have a reputation of being strict, but I do love my intimate moments when I can reward my good AB’s. Mommy Becca 1 888 430 2010
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