Trading Post

Thanks to Madison's gently stroking her hair and the hug Emily had calmed down just a little bit, she took a few deep breaths before saying, "It's not fun when you don't have a choice, look I know why your mommy and her friend did this I should have been open to Ada but I didn't think anyone you would go along with it I wasn't planning on doing anything creepy or weird I just wanted to turn off being an adult for a while. " Emily let out a sigh as she rubbed her bottom still a little sore from the spanking she received.

I liked the story. I hope that the diaper dimension grows to be a better place for everyone. I do have a question though. How do baby amazons not get kidnapped? I feel like baby amazons would get mistaken as littles and get swept off the streets. Once that happens enough times there would probably be more verifications put in place of the whole any little is fair game situation.

Camilla was delighted to hear Maddison tell her own story and speak so fondly of this life; she was happy to have the "mini-teen" by her side. Camilla glanced at her phone and received a message from Ana. It was a video of Alice sitting in her high chair, covered in food; she was eating with her hands, just like a baby. The accompanying message read: "I saw this video and thought of Emilly. If you want to try baby-led weaning—letting her eat with her hands—it’ll get messy, but it’s a way for Emilly to rely on you." Ana added, "On days when it gets messy like that, just strip her down, give her a bottle, and put her straight to bed—that’s what I did with Alice. You could even have Maddison clean up the dishes and the high chair, or put her sister to bed." Ana thought this would be a good way to get Maddison involved in the routine. ================================== Maddison put things away and said, "So, enjoy this 'big girl' vacation and be a baby for a while; later on, you can choose whether to keep being a baby or a mini-teen." Maddison wanted to give her time to open up about her past and wanted to see what it was like having a baby in the house—knowing Camilla would enjoy it, too.

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My late wife offered a theory that I might be on the spectrum, and that might explain why I'm a plastic lover. I love to wear plastic pants, and other plastic garments too, and it's because I love the way soft, smooth vinyl plastic feels on my skin. There are other aspects of my personality that correlate with autism, so I've concluded that she may have been right.