December 31, 2010

Disobeying Mommy

You were very naughty at the New Year’s Eve party last night! I saw you trying to sneak a sip from Mommy’s cocktail – even after I told you that it was a no-no. Didn’t I tell you that it was a grown up drink? That it was not for abies like you? But you wanted to be like all the Mommies and Daddies and be a big boy, didn’t you! Well, you want something to drink do you? Fine, mommy will feed you something special in your sippy cup. Something that will make your tummy grumble and your insides knot up with cramps; something that will have you doubled over and send your tummy into convulsions.   And just when you think you can not take the cramps anymore, it will happen…the uncontrollable urge to go messy in your diapy – lots and lots of messies. The waves and waves of spasms will over whelm you as you fill you diaper past capacity. With you tear stain cheeks you will look to me for comfort, but I will offer none. I only offer you these words of wisdom – “perhaps next time you will think twice when thinking of disobeying Mommy!”   Happy New Year Everybody!!! (heeheeheehee) Maggie
December 18, 2010

Christmas Sleeper

Is everyone all excited for Christmas? Can’t believe it’s a week away! Where oh where does the time go? Now I always have a tradition that on Christmas Eve, all my little ones get a present, and in that present is a brand new pair of PJs for Christmas morning. Usually they have footsies, but I think these were adorable as well, hehehe! Like a great big candy cane! Oh I could just eat you all up!! Have a very merry Christmas everyone!!! Mommy Maggie
December 13, 2010

Christmas Time

Its Christmas Time everyone and i am not ready for it again.Have to get some of these babies to come and help me shop.Think you would like that little ones Mommy really needs a hand at doing this. We can do the shopping then get something to eat but first baby will have to bundle up really good because it is really cold outside.So lets grab our coats hats and mittens and scarfs. Mommy does have the tree up and decorated though just needs some pretty packages underneath the tree and thats where you my babies will come thru for me. Mommy Lorraine
December 4, 2010

I heart diapers

I really love my diapers. It just had me thinking today. When I don’t get to wear them I am thinking about wearing them. Most of the time I get to though. So when I have to wear underwear it’s no good at all for little diaper boy. If I am in underwear I am worrying if I will pee my pants and leak, even though I am pretty good at not doing that. It’s a worry and I feel so much safer in thick comfy diapers.   DL Louie
December 4, 2010

Powerless

A darkened hallway……you see a figure walk towards to, slowly……as I come into focus, our eyes lock……you are powerless to turn away……my hand reaches out to you and caresses the side of your face……still powerless, not being able to resist, I lean in and kiss you gently on the lips……the taste upon your lips is unfamiliar – not unpleasant, but it leaves a tingling sensation, one that starts to spread throughout your body……your strength seems to be melting away with each moment that passes……powerless against the sensation……I move to your ear, whispering, everything will be fine……you try to turn your head towards mine, but you find you are powerless to do so……I then pull your head down to my exposed breast……my warm milk flows freely into your waiting mouth, powerless to stop it……as my milk fills you, something strange starts to happen……you find yourself shrinking against my breast……my hands now holding you……smaller now……even smaller……powerless to stop it……powerless to stop feeding……with each suckle you shrink……regressing even more……until at last you find yourself nestled in my arms……me looking down at you, smiling sweetly, cooing at my new baby……powerless in my embrace……I turn back down towards the darkened hallway……your transformation complete……enveloped by my arms……powerless……   Mommy Maggie
November 22, 2010

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). Silvie by Shel Silverstein
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