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“B-B-Both pwease.” I asked cutely as I coughed a bit afterwards, still felling sick. I sat still as you unhooked me from the changing table, as I then sat up and spread my arms out wide, signaling that I wanted to get picked up. And knowing my bib sisshy was also nearby, I giggled and cutely said “Uppies Momma! Me wants Uppies!” as I did so. I then need to get something off my chest,as I looked up at you with a hurt look as asked, “Momma, how much mess could this diaper hold, cause when I got sick like this before, I went through all of the nighttime pull-ups my mean parents used to get me in a day and a half, and they barely even bothered to change me and usually made me sit in my mess for an hour or more until the smell got so bad that they had to change me! They’d call me disgusting for something I had no control over, *sniffles* a-and the r-rash that was caused was very painful and t-they called me a-a freak and a d-d-disg-grace and they would usually s-s-spank my rash covered behind with e-either a b-belt or t-t-the paddle for reasons l-like ‘I was dirtying their couch’ or ‘wasting their time with cleaning me up’. It hurt so, so, so much. They never cared for me, and never will.” At this point I was on the verge of tears from recalling to hated memories. I wanted to get rid of them and I thought the best solution would be telling you.

Awesome <3 *snuggles up with*

*smiling once diapered and in my sleeper i blush at the stinklines. My tummy then growls a bit*

Averyyyyyyyyyyyyy I hope you're doing well still and that classes are going well for you so far.

I gasped at the sight of it. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! I could barely push my legs inward it was so thick. It was like I was sitting on a pillow. “I wuv it momma!” I exclaimed as loud a I could for being sick, which was around normal outdoor voice level. I pressed my hands against the padding, feeling how soft it was. I giggled about it as bib sisshy came back with a thermometer and took my temperature. The device said I had a temperature of 101 degrees. “Momma? Can you...” I asked as I motioned towards my top, or should I say lack of one.

*feeling my tushie getting diapered i smile* I wanna be mommys baby like I use to *blushes*

My pain did go away for a little but it still hurts. I was confused when you used your magic on me, as my bowels we all emptied. I looked at you once you finished wiping me, smiling weakly at the relief of being clean. My face was flushed from the fever that I have, as I weakly ask you, “Momma, do you remember the diapy bib sisshy told you to put me into?”

*pats my diaper where your at and then sucks thumb as I fall asleep *

Hmm how about after a nap I dress you up?

Ahh ok.