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Sorry I'm a bit late with this, everyone. I hope you guys are having fun with this...  we're getting to the good part now. Thanks for sticking with me.


"Hmmm... I can see we're pretty wet down here," you say, fondling the swollen crotch of her diaper and enjoying the way your date squirms and blushes. "But I think you're OK for now... don't you?"

"Uh Huh," she pipes obediently. 

"Good girl," you say, giving her puffy, pampered bottom a pat, "but I still want to keep an eye on you." Without another word, you tug her pants down entirely, helping her out of them one foot at a time. Your date blushes furiously and shifts her weight from one stocking foot to the other, her diaper crinkling softly with every move.

"Have a seat," you say, sending her on her way with a solid, open palmed swat to her padded tushy. "Dinner's just about ready."

With a breathy, embarrassed giggle, she trots into the dining room and takes a seat at the table on her plushly padded derriere.

In the kitchen, you hurry to get the meal ready. After getting it onto the plate, you peer into the cupboard to take one last look at the 'secret ingredient' you've been saving for a special occasion like this. Developed in secret, this drug will not only temporarily increase the volume of liquid and solid waste produced by her body, but will also block the signals between her bowels and bladder and her brain, making them very difficult to control.

The label is very clear-- do not use more than half the bottle at one time. How much will you add to her dinner?



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