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  1. The start of another story. I wrote this one ages ago, and it's been available on Amazon for years, but I'd love to share it with anyone who hasn't seen it before. So if there's anyone who's like me to keep on posting this one, please let me know 🙂 There's a little relationship drama there, and someone who really needs a break from that drama so she can be a toddler again. A Little Break - Day 1 / Chapter 1: Introduction "You want to talk to somebody?" It was a tough question, but I knew I had to ask. I might not like what she had to say, and she might not want to tell me. But I knew Lynn had been through some pretty tough times lately, and if I couldn't do anything else I could at least offer a disinterested ear for any personal problems. "You've seen the shitstorm on Facebook, everybody knows more about me than they'd ever want to." She wasn't crying, but the bitterness in her voice made it clear that was more through force of will than any level of happiness. She could be on the point of breaking down in despair or lashing out in rage, or balancing an a narrow tightrope of sanity between the two with an equal pull in either direction. "I haven't," I answered, wishing I was close enough to offer a hug. "Lynn, I saw enough to realise a bunch of guys I don't know are being assholes to an old friend. I don't want to know what they have to say, because I know it won't be the truth. If you want to tell me what's happened, then I'll know, and you know I won't judge you.for anything. If you don't want to talk, then it's none of my business." "You want to know?" "A lot of problems are easier to deal with if you share them. I want to help you if I can." "You're not going to join in the slanderfest, or–" "Lynn," I interrupted, hoping it was the right thing to set her mind at rest. "I've been kicked out of online sadomasochist communities because of the things I'm interested in. I have to keep some things hidden even from groups whose defining feature is accepting other people's quirks. I'm not going to look down on anyone, because I know what it's like. And I doubt there's anything you can say that I haven't heard before. I'm not going to demand you tell me, because that's not my place. But if you want to share the situation with somebody who'll still be here for you..." "Thanks," she nodded slowly. "I think you must have some idea what's going on anyway. Everybody's talking about it, right?" "I've not been to a convention in four years. I don't hear anything from most of the people you know, I guessed that's why you got back in touch. I just know there's a bunch of people calling you all kinds of things that I'd rather not believe. I think I saw like one picture, but I don't know why that's got anyone so upset." The picture had been a typical selfie, showing off a new outfit, and seemed to be where this whole mess had started. I'd noticed it, a little smile to see that Lynn had her hair in bunches again, just like she had in college. I'd noticed a pacifier on the table behind her. I'd seen the top comment from a mutual friend asking if they were expecting a baby, and her husband Clark had given a multi-page response with such bile in the first few words that I'd stopped reading before finding out what he was so angry about. But the same picture had popped up every time I checked my messages for a few days, and it had been a real effort of will not to dive into the hundreds of replies from people I didn't know and people who must have changed so much since we'd last spoken. Lynn's later posts had been deliberately vague, trying to keep on with the normal blend of online socialising. But she'd attracted nothing but hate from people who were supposed to be her friends. And a week later, she was sending me a message out of the blue, asking if my current flatmates would have a problem with a couch-surfing friend. She needed a break, she said, cabin fever or something spending every day with the same few people. "You didn't see Clark's rant?" "I saw a wall of text, and people responding with angry or sympathetic cartoon faces. I don't read stuff like that online, especially when it's someone I don't really know talking about an old friend." "Thanks. Guess you're the only friend I got left now, then." This time, I could offer a hug. I didn't think about what was appropriate, I just saw a good friend – no matter how many years we hadn't really talked for – on the verge of tears. I put my arms round her shoulders and held her head against my chest as she started to sob. And maybe for once I found the right thing to do. She held me tightly and cried. I didn't say anything else, I didn't want to bring bad memories to the surface. Sometimes just being there is enough to help. "I think I want you to know," Lynn muttered indistinctly after a few minutes. "Before you offer me space here, you deserve to know what I've done so even Clark doesn't want me around. Better to hear it from me, before I got my hopes up." "I don't let my friends down," I said, "There's nothing you could say that would change that. You can tell me, but don't get worried about that. And if you're nervous about telling me, maybe I can help with that. If you want me to." "You have ways of making me talk?" A momentary grin broke through the storm of emotions, as she remembered something that had once made her smile a lot. "You're still practising that hypnosis thing?" "Occasionally. And if it makes things easier for you, that would justify all the time I spent learning it." "Wondering if you can turn me into a brainwashed sex slave while I'm vulnerable?" she asked, a little sarcasm evident. Given some of my interests, at least the ones I'd admitted to college friends, it could have been a serious worry. But I was sure she knew me well enough to know how much value I put on consent. "Or can you just force me to admit my big secret now the rest of the world seems to know?" "I'm not really into force," I had to think about that answer for a few seconds. When I started learning hypnosis, Lynn had been one of the friends willing to let me experiment, and I knew that she had a submissive streak a mile wide. I really wasn't interested in making anyone do something against their will, and wouldn't have tried that even if there was a reliable way to make it happen. But with Aimee and Lynn, who loved so much to feel helpless and out of control, I was happy to help them feel like puppets, or like helpless victims of my mental powers. "You know that's not my style. Maybe I'd make it a little easier for you to answer questions, help you to believe that you're not going to freak me out. But if you want to be interrogated," I gave a little shrug with one shoulder, and felt her head move slightly against my chest, "Well, if that makes you feel better, I'm sure it would be fun." "There's some stuff I started doing," she spoke slowly, carefully, "Stuff I never even thought about before. I bet even your S&M friends would call me a freak. And things I've asked Clark if we can try. And stuff I'm too nervous to even mention to him. Every time I asked for something, he'd tell me I was weird. Sometimes he'd do it, and make a big deal out of how messed up it is, so like I really owe him. Or he might do it, but it's got to lead to sex. That doesn't always feel natural, but I guess once I got what I want it's got to be his turn. Sometimes I ask too much, and he just says no. But there was just this one time I crossed a line, I guess. He said no, not now, not ever. And then a week later, I shared a picture online, and one of our friends might maybe have guessed something. And Clark doesn't want everybody to think he's the freak, so he comes right out and tells the world, telling all our friends what I'd been keeping secret," "Wow," I whispered. I wasn't sure what else to say, but I had to try. "Wow, that must be tough." It took a lot of willpower not to say that her husband sounded like a controlling jerk, or that he didn't deserve her. That wasn't what she needed to hear. I knew more than a few friends who had been forced to choose between someone they loved, and a fetish that made them feel alive. At least this guy had tried, that had to be worth something. "Yeah. It's not that bad, really. He did so much for me, even when it wasn't something that turns him on, you know? I don't want you thinking I hate him. It's just, now everybody knows, it's like all our friends are united to protect him from me. I don't know if I'll be able to get over that. It's like everyone's looking at me, everyone knows what a freak I am. And I don't know how I can go back to a normal life." "I can't tell you how to deal with that, I'm afraid. I ended up having to find a completely new group of friends when my secrets came out. But you know, some of those people might not be thinking the worst. Maybe they're interested in something similar. If the Internet has taught me one thing, it's that no matter what you're into, you'll never be the only one. And your secret shame probably seems a much bigger deal to you than it does to anyone else." "I wish. If you knew, you wouldn't want me staying here." "This... secret, this whatever it is, does it involve hurting someone who doesn't like it? No? Then it's nobody else's business, and I'm sure there's stranger things out there. You've found a guy who's willing to indulge you sometimes, right? So maybe once tempers have cooled down a bit, he'll admit he wants you back. There's a bright side, right?" "I guess so," I couldn't see her expression, while she kept her head pressed close against me. I didn't know what she was feeling at that point. "Let me guess, you're going to say that I should have married you instead, and you'd have been playing along with my sick fantasies for years. Right?" "I don't know what it is," another half shrug, "But I'd probably have given it a try, if you asked. 'Don't knock it until you tried it' is practically my middle name, right?" "Maybe I should ask you, then. I mean, Clark keeps telling me it's not something a normal couple does, so..." "So maybe it's okay to try with your friends? Well it's not like he'd be missing out. So if it's something I might be interested in, then I'll be sure to let you know... Or if you're still nervous, I can make it a little easier for you to say." "Can you make me forget?" Now she pulled away a moment to look up into my eyes. "Make me tell you, and then forget, so I'm not so embarrassed by sharing something so..." "Probably not as strange as you think. But if that's what you want, I'm sure I can help you." She nodded enthusiastically. "Just making it clear," I made sure to hold her gaze, making sure she was taking in everything I was saying. If I was going to hypnotise her again, then I needed to draw a line in the sand. I would always tell her what was on offer up front, when we could both be sure she wasn't being unduly influenced by any kind of suggestions I might have given her. In a dominance and submission game, or S&M in some ways, my partner might be unable to disagree with me, or unable to remember exactly what was happening, or have her ability to think clearly restricted. So I would always, always make sure they knew at the start exactly what was going to happen. The invisible sign in the air now would read 'This is your last chance to change your mind'. Even when the aim of a session was to help a friend relax, like now, I'd gotten into the habit of confirming what she wanted in the same way. Because no matter what we're getting up to, I think that safety and consent have to come first. I also love to see their reactions; that mix of nervousness and excitement before riding a mental rollercoaster. And from the wide eyes and the blush rising in her cheeks, Lynn still loved that line in the sand as much as I did. "I'm going to guide you into trance, and see if any of the things I taught you in college are still there in your mind. Maybe a little fractionation to help you sink deeper into trance, if necessary, and then you're going to find yourself waking up in a very calm and relaxed state. The questions I ask you about will seem completely normal, the kind of everyday minutia you might tell anyone who asked. You won't feel any negative emotions linked to any of the memories you tell me about, and if they're things you've been told you should be ashamed of, you won't realise that while we're talking. Everything will be as normal as if I was asking the name of your cat, or asking for directions. Any worries, whether about my questions or your answers, won't come to mind and you will answer honestly without thinking twice. "I'll ask you about these desires that you've been keeping secret, that are causing you some worry now. You will be able to answer without feeling bad. And then if it's something that I'd be comfortable helping you to enjoy, I'll tell you that, and I'll make sure that you remember that detail at least. And I'll do what I can to offer you a place safe from the harshness of other people's opinions, and make as much effort as I can to help you enjoy the next week. Then, after we've had this little discussion, I'll give you the option to forget part or all of it. So you will know that we've talked, but you will only remember as many details as you want to." I licked my lips, stalling for time for just a second. Looking into her eyes, I thought maybe I'd seen something there. A flicker of movement, a momentary half smile, I wasn't sure. But when I mentioned forgetting, I could see a second reason she might have asked for that. A reason that would explain whatever sign of faint hope my subconscious had picked up on. I continued: "And if the thing you're interested in includes parts that you would enjoy more if I were to surprise you in some way, or for which you would prefer not to be given a choice, I will try to propose scenarios to you while you are still in that open and honest state of mind, so you can tell me if you would like something without having to worry about what you 'should' like, or if you think I or anyone else might disapprove. Then you will tell me honestly if you want that, and you will be able to forget that we went into detail, so that the experience itself comes as a complete surprise." She nodded, but her eyes didn't leave mine. She was breathing a little more heavily now, and I knew she'd do anything that came to mind if she thought it would increase the chances of me playing along with her fantasy. Maybe this was a reason she'd come to me in the first place, rather than any other old friend; or maybe I'd just made her an offer she couldn't refuse. "And just to be clear, this is your chance to say no. Because whatever's on your mind, whatever fantasies you're hoping I might indulge, I might surprise you with it, or take the choice away from you any time this week once you've agreed to these terms. So if you just want to talk to me about it, say so now. Is all of that what you want?"
  2. So there I stood, in my room, with a soaking wet and massively messed diaper between my legs. I had just peed and pooped in a diaper for the first time since I was a toddler, and it was the greatest thing I'd ever felt. How did I get here? Let's rewind a little. My name is Lexi, and I'm 16 years old and a Sophomore in high school. I'm a completely average kid. Dirty blond long hair I like to keep in a braid, normal average clothing that spans from t shirts, crop tops, hoodies, jeans, leggings and sweats. I had a normal childhood, two loving parents, and largely not a care in the world. That is, until I took up babysitting. Two years ago when I was 14, I took up babysitting as my first job. It was easy enough. I watched over young kids while their parents had date nights, occasionally having a long weekend to myself with a little kid when parents needed some time away. But as I babysat, I quickly discovered something about myself. I was curious about diapers. I had babysat a couple of times for some kids two and under, and they were all in diapers. While thinking nothing of it at first, everytime I saw them pee or poop themselves made my curiosity run wild. What did that feel like? That seems so convenient. Toilets are disgusting anyways. I wonder what a diaper is like? But just as quickly as these thoughts were born in my brain, I tried to shut them out. Teenage girls aren't supposed to think like this! Diapers?? I'd never hear the end of it from my friends! But the seed was planted, and the idea of diapers never quite left my head. I struggled with these feelings for two years of babysitting. Two years of watching kids wet and mess themselves with not a care in the world. Two years of wondering what it could be like. Two years of contemplating taking that step. But it was also two years of guilt and shame for having these thoughts. Being a teenager is hard enough, am I right? I battled with these thoughts every time I babysat until I decided to finally go for it and take two pairs of pullups from a kid I babysat for when I was 16. They had stacks of them in the closet, they weren't going to miss two more. And besides, at that point, things had become unbearable. All I could think about was diapers. Every day I would state off into space, thinking about wearing a diaper and using it. I would read stories of TDBLs and ABDLs. I even began watching videos of people wearing and using diapers! Some of these videos were straight up porn, and to my 16 year old brain this only caused my shame and guilt to grow just as fast as my desire to try a diaper. But one I had the two pullups in my possession, I stuck with my decision. I just had to know. And now was the perfect time. I had the next two days to myself, mostly. I had Thursday and Friday off of school, while my parents would still be at work. That means I had two full days at home alone to try out a diaper for the first time. I spent all week thinking only about Thursday and Friday. I couldn't wait! Thursday morning finally came, and my head popped off the pillow with a huge grin. "Yes!" I said aloud to no one in particular. I was just that excited. My parents were already gone, so the house was quiet. I groggily walked downstairs to have some leftover coffee from the pot my dad made, expecting a note about some chores while I had my off days, but there wasn't one. Even better! I sat in the morning silence, just taking it all in as I sipped my coffee. These next two days we're going to be incredible. "Okay, it's time." I said to myself. I walked myself back upstairs into my room, and closed the door. I took off my baggy t shirt and the sweatpants I had slept in. I was now standing in just a pair of white panties. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. "If this is as good as I think it's going to be, this woll be the last time I wear panties for the next two days" I said, blushing. I reached into my closet and pulled out one of the two pullups. "This looks alot like a pair of my granny panties!" I said with a laugh. The pullups were white with multicolored stars on the front, and blue elastic on the sides. Since it was a pull-up, there were no snaps or tapes to worry about, all I had to do was put it on like a pair of underwear. I slid off my panties, and held out the pullups to look at one more time. "Well, here goes nothing!" I said. My breathing quickened, and my heart rate sped up. I stepped into the pullups one foot at a time, then slowly pulled them up my legs. It was a tight fit, seeing as how they were from a toddlers stash, but they did fit. Once they were fully on, it felt as if the world paused. I looked at myself again the the mirror, naked except for a pull-up on. My cheeks were flushed, and my chest was having up and down from my quick breathing. I didn't, couldn't rather, say a word. I loved it. I kept turning around in the mirror and looking at the pullups on my body. I ran my hands all around it, hearing the soft crinkle and feeling it against my nether regions. I shuddered with delight as the soft cotton rubbed against my vagina. It was *heavenly*. And to top it all off, I could feel myself getting turned on. It's no secret that diapers were a sexual experience for some ABDL wearers, and my occasional smut watching and reading really solidified this desire in me. As I ran my hands all around the diaper, I decided to stick a hand down the front of my diaper. And I certainly was turned in, I was already soaking wet down there, and not from pee! "Speaking of which, I need to do that" I said to myself, bringing me out of a semi -lucid stupor of feeling myself. I had Already been awake an hour and I hadn't used the bathroom yet. I purposefully didn't use the bathroom before I went to bed either, in an attempt to have as much pee ready for this as I could. And the coffee was no random act either. If I enjoyed what it felt like to pee myself, my body was soon going to tell me it was time to poop, and I'll only have minutes to decide if I'm doing that in my diaper or in the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror for a little bit longer before I took a step back and spread my legs. I had to pee really bad at this point, and I was more determined than ever to do it in my pull-up. I closed my eyes and let go... And nothing happened. I looked down, trying to figure out the problem. Fighting against 16 years of potty training really was an issue! I kept trying to push it out while standing there but it wasn't happening. So I thought to myself, let's try and trick my brain into thinking I'm on a toilet! I sat on the edge of my bed, with only the back of my butt on the covers, leaving the bottom of my pull-up largely out in the open air. I started to picture myself in a bathroom, on a toilet, and used every ounce of power I had to just let go of my pee. And then it happened. I let out a surprised help as he first spurt of pee hit the pullup with a loud hiss. Now that the flow had started, I put my hand on the front of my pull-up, knowing the rest of pee was about to come out weather I wanted it to or not. I quickly felt more warmth and heard the loud hissing once more. The warmth spread across my hand, and the hissing was a steady, hypnotizing sound. I closed my eyes and let out a loud "OOOOOHHHHhhhhh...." That trailed off. I peed for maybe 20 seconds before it trailed off and stopped. I stood up. My once white pull-up was now a deep yellow color, and the stars were no longer visible. And while the pullup once fit snuggly on my hips, the pee made it sag between my legs. It was swollen three sizes bigger, and I could no longer stand straight legged. I looked just like a toddler that wet themselves... Well, because I did just wet myself. And I loved it!! I spent the next five minutes staring at myself in the mirror, turning in place to look at the pullups from all angles. While it certainly sagged, it hadn't shown any signs of leakage, nor did it strain to stay up on my hips. I was impressed! I also spent that time rubbing the front of the diaper constantly, feeling the warmth in and under my crotch. It was truly mesmerizing, and unlike anything else I'd felt before. I was just about to fall into a sexual frenzy and shove my hand down the front of my diaper when I was interrupted by a knocking on door number 2. My stomach just had an audible groan, which snapped me back to my senses. I was now urgently aware that I had to poop, NOW. My morning coffee I had over an hour ago really did it's job, and now I had maybe minutes until this poop was coming out on its own! My breathing quickened all over again, and I got into a good position right away. I turned to the side, so I could see my butt in the mirror. I didn't have to trick myself into thinking I was on the toilet either, my poop was on its way already! I could feel it turtlehead in and out, I was barely hanging on. I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees. I took a breath and began to push, but I didn't really have to. It was more of a release, because as soon as I losened my sphincter, my poop shot out of my like a cannon. I was staring at the back of my pullups and watched it immediately grow two inches outward. Additionally, the total silence of my empty house meant I heard a very loud crinkle as my poop entered my pull-up. It was an extraordinary sight that I had no idea I would love so much, but I immediately was turned on by it even more. After the initial turd made my pullups tent out two inches, more was already on the way. Poop kept flowing out of me, now causing the sag down in addition to it's tenting out. While it was already an inch lower down my legs due to the pee, the poop that joined it caused the pullup to sag another inch straight down. I strained for maybe another minute, pushing out my poop and watching the back of the pullup shift and shuffle as more was added to the pile. Once I felt I was empty, I stood up and admired my work. "Oh. My. God." Was all I could say. I stood as straight legged as I could, but my now bulging, soiled diaper meant my legs were still spread. It was still yellow in the front, and as I turned around I could see it was a little brown in the back. It sagged so low, that now the pullup was indeed struggling to stay up. I felt the weight of my mess on my hips, and I thought it would slide right down my legs at any moment. I carefully caressed the pullup, cupping the tented mess at my backup, rubbing the still warm pee at the front. Needless to say, I was hooked. And that brings us back to now. There I stood. In my room. Alone. With a heavily messed and wet diaper. I had already made a very easy decision. "I need more."
  3. This is a continuation of this story, which I accidentally posted in the wrong forum We decide Emily is going to sleep over, so we change each other's wet diapers before bed, and find some cute footed pjs for both of us. Mine is pink flannel, and hers is matching, but light yellow. She has slept over before, but usually I have time to prepare, and this time everything was different so I didn't know what to expect. I don't have a second bed, so she usually just sleeps in my bed, it's big enough for both of us. This time though, I still had my mattress protector on. I don't always use it, and I certainly wouldn't have had it out if I knew she was sleeping over, but there it was. She looked at me kinda funny. "Do you still wet the bed?". "No, but sometimes I diaper at night and it's just extra protection", I explain, blushing. I can tell she's intrigued. She drank a lot of water before bed, and I'm not exactly sure what she's thinking. About halfway through the night, I half wake up and had to pee really bad. Knowing I’m wearing a diaper and the mattress is protected, I just let go, and warm pee floods my diaper. I can feel it pooling, and a bit leaking out. I drift back to sleep, felling warm and happy... I wake up in the morning with my diaper totally soaked, and having to pee pretty badly again. I could sort of remember having wet during the night, and maybe I did again while I was sleeping, I don't know. My pjs were pretty wet under my bum, and pee was starting to wick up my back. My pacifier is clipped on to my pjs, so I reach for it without opening my eyes, and then just laid there sucking on my paci, feeling all cute and babyish, enjoying the warm wetness, the bed smelling like baby powder and pee. I can really get into the baby feeling at times like these. It usually takes me a long time to relax enough to pee in bed when I'm fully awake, and I’m kinda shifting positions trying to start peeing. Suddenly I remember that Emily is sleeping right next to me. I open my eyes and look over at her, but she is already awake, watching me (looking super adorable in her messy hair and footed pjs). "Awww, looks like baby girl hasta go potty", she said as my eyes met hers. "I alweady did" I baby talk through my soother, blushing furiously. She reached over to pat my soggy diaper. "Wow, you really did!" "I hafta potty again", I say, drooling a bit, "but my diapie is awready weaking". I feel her hands under my bum, where I’m totally soggy. "Let me check.....awwww, feels like you had a big accident!" She takes my hand and looks at me shyly while she guides it over to feel her thick soggy diaper under her pjs, which are soaked as well. “Feels like I’m not the only one”, I say, and she blushes too. This is new territory for both of us, so I'm not really sure what to do, or what she wants to do. But she seems to enjoy being wet as much as I do. "Well, we're both wet anyway, we might as well enjoy it", she says. Our diapers are already holding as much as they possibly can hold, so I think I know what's going to happen, but I don't care. I finally relax and start wetting my diaper, and almost immediately pee is trickling out and around my back, pooling in a huge puddle in the hollow where I’m laying. Emily is having a hard time starting, so she sits up and kneels on the bed, with her legs apart, and she also starts peeing herself. This is the first time she’s peed in a saturated diaper, so it's a new experience for her. Here eyes widen "It's pooling!", she giggles. I can tell she's a bit afraid to move, and her diaper isn't leaking yet, but pretty soon it starts running down her legs. The mattress protector keeps it all in a puddle where her knees are. She looks so cute like that, wetting herself, and I roll over to get a closer look as her pjs get darker and I get splashed. :). “Oh, you want a better look?” she says as she pushes me on my back and straddles me. Pee runs down her legs and all over my front, and her puddle and mine flow into each other and mix. I’m completely soaked, and she’s soaked at the bottom and a bit up her back, but her front is still dry. I pull her closer to me and pretty soon we’re both rolling around in the puddle trying to get as wet as possible. At some point, Emily rolls on top of me and starts kissing me. I'm not expecting that, but when I start getting wet I get kinda crazy and open to almost anything. Pretty soon we're grinding our soggy diapers into each other, laying in our combined pee puddle, with our hands all over each other's soaking wet pjs. The intoxicating smells of pee and baby powder, and wet diapers, are all around us, and I'm too far gone to think about what I'm even doing. I'm babbling baby talk, pacifier in and out of my mouth, and drooling, and pushing my face into my best friends pissy pjs, and she's doing the same to me. Everything is wet. Our hair is everywhere, and soaking wet. I push my face into her crotch, and pee leaks out of the saturated diaper all over my face. We squeeze each other's diapers, getting all the wetness out, and all over each other. The diapers start to break down, and little bits of diaper fluff, and clumps of baby powder are all over the bed. We're both so excited we cum at the same time. The bed (and both of us) are an absolute disaster, but we cuddle beside each other for a few minutes, everything soaking wet, talking about what just happened before we go clean up. We both agree that we're not looking to change our relationship--we're still just friends--but maybe sometimes it's fun to experiment with each other, and this was a fun way to do it. Then, showers, and a LOT of laundry. 🙂
  4. I have started work on a Little RPG and would like some feedback on these Pokemon like Elements of a Little. Is there anything I am missing? Do the interactions between them make a semblance of sense? Bratty Weak: Care, Fussy, Playful. Resist: Cute, Silly Care Weak: Cute, Curious, Shy. Resist: Bratty, Fussy Creative Weak: Bratty, Curious, Shy. Resist: Fussy, Playful Curious Weak: Fussy, Shy, Silly. Resist: Care, Playful Cute Weak: Bratty, Curious, Playful. Resist: Care, Silly Fussy Weak: Bratty, Care, Creative. Resist: Cute, Playful Playful Weak: Care, Curious, Shy. Resist: Bratty, Silly Shy Weak: Bratty, Fussy, Playful. Resist: Care, Cute Silly Weak: Creative, Curious, Fussy. Resist: Bratty, Playful
  5. View File JAV - ACZD-080 Lesbian diaper, pullup, and bedwetting fun! This one has it all! Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/16/2023 Category JAV Collections  
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