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The Secret Binge – Both Parts

The Secret BingeTaken from:

Country Rose 2

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here is a little story about reaching one’s limits … and then exceeding them.


The Secret Binge

September 15th

“Look, BabyGirl,” Emmitt whispered in Rose’s ear, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her. “It’s Victoria’s Secret. I bet ya used to go to this store a lot, huh? Buyin’ girly panties an’ bras an’ other sorts of cute unmentionables.”

Rose blushed deeply, wanting her pacifier so very much at that moment to calm her. But at the same time, she really didn’t want to be settled at all. She had no idea how good Emmitt actually was at humiliating her and it seemed he could find a little something to tease her about, no matter where they went – whether it was a park in the city, a game at the ball park … or a trip to the Prudential Center Mall on this, the last day of their two-week trip to Boston.

And on this, their last day there, Emmitt was really ramping up all the limit-exceeding humiliation she could handle. Rose had been dressed as a school girl, with one of his button down shirts, a short plaid checkered pleat skirt, white ankle socks, white sneakers, a thickly diapered bottom that kept trying to peak out from under the skirt and pigtails that were tied up so high on the back of her head, they made the pigtails that ‘Abby from NCIS’ wore look like low-riders.

‘Crinkly’ wasn’t just a way to describe the noise she made with each stride. It had also become such a state-of-mind for her that she really didn’t hear the noise anymore – a belly-tickling thought that she had grown so used to it that ‘acceptance’ was now the best word to describe it.

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Riding on Wings

Riding on WingsTaken from:

Country Rose 2

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here is a little story about the difference between living life and living life inside one’s head.


Riding on Wings -

September 1st
Slow-As-Molasses Airlines, Flight 999 to Chicago … your plane is now boarding in Concourse B, Gate 11,” Emmitt heard over the airport monitors.

Emmitt stepped up to the counter at Charley’s Steakery, preparing to order lunch for he and Rose.

“A Buffalo Sub and a Veggie Sub, please,” Emmitt said to the gum-popping girl behind the register.

“6 inch, 9 inch or 12 inch?” the girl asked with such an unpleasant tone that it was clear she hated her job.

“Uh … 9 inch for both,” Emmitt answered, a bit taken back by how unfriendly the girl was.

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Making New Friends and Getting Poopy

Zeke and Lily 10 - For A LifeTimeTaken from:

Zeke and Lily (Book Ten): For a Lifetime

here’ a little story about the importance of being a small fish in the sea and how to get poopy.


Making New Friends and Getting Poopy

Zeke and Lily spent the morning of their second day in the Bahamas simply playing in the blue water directly behind their hotel, riding waves in and eventually collapsing on the beach for a few hours of sunbathing. And as she tanned, Lily’s mind drifted back to the events of last night. Oh, those glorious memories would live a lifetime in her dreams and fantasies. She would remember every emotion, every sensation and every bit of how wonderful the embarrassment actually felt – now that it was over. Though it was intense as it happened, she knew that before long she would have an infatuation with the next time her Daddy taught her a lesson like he did last night.

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The Dipping Routine

HomecomingGus walked in through the front door of his apartment building, shut it and began to labor his way up the staircase to his second floor apartment. These 16-hour days at work seemed like a good way to make some extra cash when he volunteered to work them. But knowing that he would be back at work again tomorrow in just 8 short hours took the joy of the overtime out of the experience for him.

As he unlocked his front door and walked into his apartment, he knew that the next 8 hours would nurture him, re-energize him and re-focus him. While his days at work consisted of him getting dumped on by everyone, his nights at home consisted of him “getting dipped” by his Mommy. And being that he was accustomed to taking orders both day and night, his regression was always an assured thing.

Warning: This ain’t no Daddy-n-BabyGirl story.

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The ABDL Nympho Book 2

The ABDL Nympho Book 2This is definitely not a pure-n-innocent Yittlin ABDL Story. As with Book 1, The ABDL Nympho Book 2 not only delves into the obsessions of sex but also with bisexual curiosity as the BabyGirls in these stories experience orgasms-a-plenty, fingering, humiliation, tasks on their knees, wetness, swelling, arousal, twitching, contracting muscles, humiliation and contracting muscles afterwards.

Tremors, twitches, ridges and g-spots will all be explored as Nymphomania takes center stage.  But as always:  Sometimes, she’s a Big Girl.  Sometimes, she’s a little girl.  But she’s always his BabyGirl.

Sample: The Rapid-Fire BabyGirl

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Check out the 1st ABDL Nympho Book:

The ABDL Nympho Book

The ABDL Nympho BookThis is a collection of short stories about BabyGirls who love the physical with a passion dawning on mania. From a little “unwinding” in a college dorm room to the old work place to the bedroom and beyond, these BabyGirls nurse their pacifiers and hold their heads high as their feet are held higher still.

Sample:  Study Break

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The ABDL Twisted Books

The ABDL MedFet Book The ABDL MedFet Book 2 The ABDL MedFet Book 3 The ABDL MedFet Book 4 The ABDL Horror Book The ABDL Pet Play BookThe ABDL Nympho Book The ABDL Nympho Book 2
MedFet 1      MedFet 2       MedFet 3        MedFet 4 
             Horror         Pet Play         Nympho 1       Nympho 2

So much more to it than that

To Pad or Not To PadTo pad or not to pad, that is the question. LOL

Okay, maybe I won’t take Shakespeare and add the ABDL twist to his prose. But I’ve found it remarkable how the question of the diaper itself has come up again and again.

Is it possible to be an adult baby without doing the diaper thing?

Of course it is. As with every aspect of ABDL and age play, there’s no wrong way to do it. There are simply ways that are right for you and ways that are right for others.

But everything sort of seems to go together without effort sometimes. As I was writing something this morning, I got to a passage that dealt with the article of discussion … the disposable diaper. And as I wrote this passage, I thought back to that question of whether the diaper was necessary.

You decide the answer to that question. Here’s my take on it:

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What She Set Her Mind to Do

What She Set Her Mind to DoTaken from:  Country Rose

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here is a little story about making your mind up and then setting the “wheel” in motion.


What She Set Her Mind to Do -

Early August -

The heat of summer was at its worst. Even in the shade, it felt like 95 degrees. And inside her little pottery building with that mini-kiln a-blazing away, Rose was hot – “Always hot” as Emmitt would put it. Boston was still on her mind, but it truly was just memories, at this point. She was a Country Rose now and she had found a place she could call her own, a place where she truly belonged … inside a little pottery building, sitting on a stool and spinning wet clay.
Thinking ahead, she had put her hair up into two high pigtails at the back of her head, to keep her hair off her neck. Her white tank top was drenched, clinging to her frame with the same sweat that made her glisten from head to toe. And of course, she was wearing one of her little pink diapers. Yes, the diaper kept her bottom extremely warm, but she could no longer help herself. Impulses and instinct had all melted away from her thoughts. And now, that which happened to her was … simply how it was supposed to be. She had found quite a bit of freedom in acceptance and in submission, placing all her concerns in the dream catcher that she had hung above her bed and on the dreamweaver mobile that hung above her crib in Emmitt’s house.

The compulsion to move out of her little cottage and move in with him had crossed her mind, once or twice. But she had just gotten there and didn’t want to skip over any steps in the process of courting. If some day, Emmitt were to ask her to move in with him, she would gladly do it, but until then, she would happily remain his BabyGirl, tucked away in the little cottage across the pond.

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