foofybabykitten

I cross my arms on the table and bury my face within them, hiding my face in my angst. I'm silent for quite awhile, you think I'm still upset so you lift my chin up to make me look into your eyes; however you're only greeted with my sleeping face.

^ Has an evil villain mustache he curls nefariously as he spreads rumors about the common folk.

For the same reason that rubber's elastic. I know the speed of light, but what is the speed of dark?

Granted, however the pastry is a grass hopper jelly scone. I wish I could read minds.

I laugh dryly before also sipping some, I smile and nod deeming the wine of acceptable quality, I wasn't expecting anything crazy delicious but this is really quite good. We drink and talk the night away making merry in our drunkenness, more so me, I've been pacing myself and drinking slowly but I'm a total lightweight and I'm pretty drunk only a few glasses in. During a lull in our merriment my drunken mind starts taking me into depressing thoughts. I sigh heavily, almost out of left field. "What am I gonna do?" I sigh again. "I love you Emma, but Father definitely won't have it, no no no, if he ever finds out..." I trail of, even in my drunken state I know there are things that I can't admit out loud.

"Ohhh, a glass of wine would really hit the spot." I exclaim honestly surprised. I was expecting the normal milk in a bottle but I'm not gonna turn up a glass of wine.

I start eating avoiding most of the broccoli, but still eating some to not appear suspicious, it wasn't awful or anything I just don't particularly like it either. "Wow that was really good I'm stuffed" I announce pushing my plate forward, my plates clean except about half the steamed broccoli still remains.

I pause the game, "Coming!" I meander into the kitchen and plop down at the table with an audible crinkle where my plate is sat. "Mmm, looks good." I say as I eye the broccoli suspiciously, one of my least favorite vegetables.

I pop in the Skyrim disc and get to playing, making a Kahjiit assassin named, Sir Isaac fluffykin. I continue to play while waiting for dinner, occasionally wiping the metaphorical drool from my mouth as my mouth waters at the smell of dinner.

My first diaper I put on, I put on backwards when I was 8 or 9, I remember pooping in it and immediately regretting it after realizing how much it stunk, (My mom and big sister where home too) so I took it off and dumped the contents in the toilet before putting on a second one, properly this time. Side note that same day I wore one under my clothes out on the trampoline in my backyard, but I was too self-conscious to actually jump, so I just sat down and watched birds as it would be too suspicious if I just went right back inside having only just gone out. xD

I laugh happily before I crinkle my way over to the couch, before eyeing the X-box under the T.V. "Hey Emma! Mind if I play your X-box for a bit?" I call over my shoulder, thinking it a good way to pass the time as you make dinner.

I give a wry smile, "Yea, maybe next time." I finish with a good natured chuckle, your confident expression when mentioning your mac & cheese is really adorable and I can't help but laugh a little; it's not that I don't believe your mac & cheese is good, in fact I believe it will be amazing, but it's just "life changing" seems a bit much. "I don't know, if it's your couch it may just be delicious enough to eat." I quip while eyeing the couch in comically exaggerated hunger lust.

I happily reciprocate, prolonging our kiss before breaking away and just hugging, sharing our warmth. I let you go and smile happily up at you, "I don't know about you, but I'm famished!" I exclaim with dramatic flair.

After we've scrubbed away the days dirt and fatigue we hop out and help each other dry off, we're quite efficient actually, both of us wanting to hurry up and get dressed; it's gotten a bit chillier at night recently, a sure sign of the fall season. We make our way into our respective rooms to get dressed, or in my case, to get ready to get dressed. I pull out a comfy-dry 24/7 adult diaper from my travel bag, I'm not feeling very little but I want to be diapered anyway; I also pull out some more comfortable lounge clothes, a fuzzy white sweatshirt that happens to be a couple sizes too big, a pair of red cotton short shorts that'll show my diaper bulge nicely, and a pair of fuzzy white thigh highs to match the sweater. I pull on the sweater before curling up under the comforter of my crib, wanting to stay warm as I wait for you to come diaper me.

I smile as you cozy up to me, "We can't have that can we?" I run shampoo through your hair and massage your scalp happily.

We quietly enjoy each other's presence, engaging in some small talk as we soak in the bath. I gently caress your stomach before asking, "What do you think about having some dinner soon?" My own tummy growling ever so slightly in hunger.

I step into the tub,sit down, and lean back; resting my back against the curvature of the tub, opening my legs and gesturing for you to sit between them. You do and lean back into me using me as a back rest as I embrace you from behind.

"I don't mind a tight squeeze." I say while giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"Today is just full of firsts for the both of us huh?" I say with a soft smile while twirling your hair. "I think we're both in need of a nice relaxing bath now." I say punctuating each word with a kiss to a different part of your face; the top of your head, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your jaw, your cheeks, and your lips.

I lick most of your juices off my lips before holding you close, letting you place your body weight on me as I gently guide you onto the floor with me. I softly rake my fingers through your hair and kiss the top of your head, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you catch your breathe.

You let your guard down while you try to talk to me and I go on the attack, dragging my tongue across the full length from your anus to you clit, making your legs go weak, but I tighten my embrace holding you up. I place my mouth over your sensitive clit and start making a steady buzzing sound, letting my vocal cords act as a natural vibrator, as I grab your ass tight with one hand and tease your folds with the other.

I crawl closer to you, my diaper shifting and swaying hypnotically on display behind me, when I reach you I prop myself up on my knees and seductively remove my shirt freeing my breasts for your eyes. I hug around your waste, holding you in my embrace, my head the perfect height to run your hand through my hair, my face right in front of your pussy. I start gentle and sensual, covering your peach in soft kisses and nibbles, never passing the same spot twice, getting you wet and primed.

I understand instantly what I'm to do, I take off my pants, making my saturated saggy princess diaper visible, and kneel onto the floor in front of you, looking up to your glistening womanhood, and then higher into your fiery gaze. "Tell me how you want it, Mommy." I say, my gaze intently focused upon yours.

I look up at you and sigh, "Yea, I guess I should really change." I climb off you and help you up before I make my way into the nursery, I hop onto the changing table with a squish my padding squeezes out some warm pee before quickly absorbing again.

We both lie down and cuddle up on the couch, I'm lying on top of you using your chest as a pillow my diaper resting on your thigh as our legs tangle. As we watch episode after episode the milk from earlier is working its way through my system and making me have to pee, I just let go filling my diaper to the brim, not wanting to miss a second of the show. I notice you look at me from the corner of my eye, no doubt that you felt my accident on your thigh but I'm too engrossed in the battle happening on screen right now to pay any mind.