foofybabykitten

Nope, if I try to move I clamp up, gotta stay perfectly still.

I blush bright red at your last statement, imagining slowly unraveling your beautiful body with my teeth, before shaking my head quickly and patting my cheeks trying to calm down a bit. I stand up holding my arms up adorably for a hug before we go.

When you return I can't help but look at you dumbly, we're heading to a pizza joint and here you are dressed to the nines, granted I'm not complaining as I overtly take in your sexy legs and curves. "Wow, you're... Wow." Is all I can get out as 90% of my brain is focused solely on processing your beauty alone.

"I really hope so, I love them so much." I beam up at you happily as I bounce on my toes. I plop onto the floor and play with Momo, showing her the animal wheel as I wait for you to finish getting ready, you have to make a good first impression after all.

I blush a little and shake my head, "They don't exactly know what being "little" is but they know I'm not exactly mature either. I've confided in them about my attachment to some childish stuff, like my blankie or my stuffed animals, but that's about as far as it goes." I explain as I assist you in getting me dressed, holding your shoulders and lifting my legs one at a time and stepping into my shortalls and shoes.

I nod happily, finding myself mostly excited to introduce you, contrary to the expected nervousness. "They'll love you, I know they will." I finish with a toothy grin, before standing up and waiting to don my shortalls.

I wiggle and blush a little at the thought that I won't be changed until before bed, "What time is it?" I ask, trying to change the subject from my butt to literally anything else.

I pout at you as you over analyze my little joke, only to squeak a little at the sudden diaper check. "Hmph my diaper isn't full, it's only like half wet." I reply to your full diaper remark, choosing to ignore the screaming remark as to not bring myself down thinking about my habit of waking up in the middle of the night crying.

"Uh huh." I nod demurely, my energy still not at 100%, "Like a baby." I finish my little joke with a little smile, before making uppie hands towards you.

And sleep soundly I do, for a good 45 minutes I stay cuddled in my crib snoring lightly. I eventually start waking up slowly, stretching and taking my time to shake my grogginess away, just quietly enjoying my soft, warm nest; I curl up into the fetal position, bringing my thighs together I notice my diaper is a bit bulkier and wetter than before my nap, though there's still quite a lot of room left. I decide to wait in my crib until you next check on me, quietly playing with Momo until then.

I vaguely notice you picking me up and moving me, I cuddle up with Momo not opening my eyes even once, I finally fall asleep having been placed in a more comfortable position than over your lap.

I'm fighting to stay awake as you soothingly rub my bottom, I've popped my thumb into my mouth and closed my eyes, seemingly asleep whilst hung over your lap; in fact I'm a rather comical sight to behold, my diapered butt in the air and my head hanging by the floor, as I appear to be sleeping.

I stop struggling after feeling the cold balm on my thighs, soothing my stinging flesh. I exhale a sigh of relief as the lingering pain slowly disappears, my eyes flitting open and closed listlessly as I hang over your lap.

I immediately start to thrash and wiggle in an attempt to get away, thinking I'm about to receive a spanking again even though I told the truth. "W-What are you doing! I told the truth!" I exclaim worryingly, the last thing I want is more spankings.

I don't even know how to articulate how much I adore your writing style, everything is so smooth and perfectly descriptive; though Alina seems a little mature for an elementary schooler, she isn't unbelievably mature either, I'm guessing that maybe her father's death had something to do with her slightly accelerated growth. I'm really looking forward to where this goes, you set as good a foundation as any, I have so any questions but they seem like they'll be answered by continuing to read so I'll hold off for now. You could say that I'm thoroughly hooked and will be logging in daily to catch the next update as soon as it's up.

I'm still sniffling as you undress me and question me, "I-I'm a little wet." I trail off, answering truthfully not wanting to get another spanking, as I rub my puffy eyes sleepily.

I continue to protest for the first few smacks, still kicking and yelling, but as the pain builds my protest become weaker and weaker as I slowly devolve into a sniveling-crying mess. "I-I'm sorry! *hic* I'll, I'll b-be good, *sniffle* and t-take my *hic* nap." I cry as I try to talk, but the pain on my thighs has my nose and my eyes running rivers.

I exclaim in sudden pain, my eyes watering a little as my mind goes fuzzy at the sharp pain. "Ah! W-What are you doing!" I struggle some more trying to get away from the source of the pain, unintentionally giving you perfect access to my naked-pale thighs.

That ending! o.o The twist! It looks like Marcie is about to become intimately acquainted with the keeper and pet world.

I startle and quiet down for a second taken by surprise by the sudden smack, though it doesn't hurt at all on my padded rump so I quickly continue my tantrum. "No! You can't make me! I won't! I won't!" I kick and yell trying to get out from under your grasp.

I shake my head no strongly, "Noooooo! No! No! No! No! No! No nap!" I pull away from you and collapse on to the floor on my belly, pounding the linoleum kitchen floor with my fists and my feet.

I whine a little bit at your wiping, more so just because I'm cranky rather than an actual dislike of being cleaned; when I'm cleaned and it's clear being put down for my nap is next I start to act up. "Noooo, I dun wanna, I'ma big girl." I stomp my feet as I complain childishly.

I shudder a little at the thought of being physically unable to talk like an adult, "I-Is that so?" I reach for my sippy cup to cleanse the dryness from my mouth while pretending I'm not intimidated by the idea of a numbing pacifier. I finish my third brownie a bit more civilized than my previous two, and I drink the last drop of my milk, before I rub my eyes with my fist sleepily, getting chocolate on my face in the process.

After swallowing I pout and whine, "You're making fun of meeeee." I glare at you before picking up my second brownie and mushing it into my mouth getting brownie all over and around my mouth.

Oh my, why is everything they bought sooooo darn cute!? I'm sitting here jealous, I want those diapers, and those toys, and the collars! >.< I'm curious what the agent actually said and where it's going to lead, after all millions is no small denomination... Hopefully nothing too heart tearing.