Anya gave the girl her stuffed bear, then she started to read the book to her. It was some silly story about a little boy who kept breaking a bunch of rules and getting into trouble in funny ways. "He's kind of like you, isn't he?" Anya teased and ruffled her hair. "But not to worry... I'm here to make sure you stay out of trouble."
Francine pulled her onto her lap and close to her chest when they were both covered up. "You don't need to be sorry." She whispered and kissed her temple. "You're just fine the way you are, I don't mind it a bit, my pretty little flower..." she cooed and slipped her hand under the girl's shirt to gently tickle her back. "I would do anything for you, my special little girl."
Unamused, Katherine only pouted further as she crossed her arms even more intensely. My, what a fussy baby! She must be tired! Well, good thing she was about to be read to. That puts any baby right to sleep!
“I’m sorry…” Dahlia said as she couldn’t help but to feel a bit disappointed that Francine’s beautiful body had to be covered up because of her own anxiety. She sighed sadly as she pulled the shirt she was given over her body. It was rather big for her as Francine had given the girl one of her own shirts as opposed to one of the ones she packed for Dahlia when she moved her in.
My morning Little Kings diaper is wet and messy providing me with a soothing psychophysiological catharsis that is warm and squishy, perhaps second only to an orgasm, which I will also be experiencing soon while in my wet and poopie diapee. Today is 'Tinky Tuesday, yes I am a little stinky. Just sitting here wet, messy, squishy, relaxing before my day begins in my dirty diaper is one of my favorite ways to start the day.