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Conversation Between MingleMonster and AB Avery
Showing Visitor Messages 521 to 530 of 1204
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*I look up from my struggles with your bottoms at Moemura, blushing and panicking* "A-Averywasshstandintheweandshadsabuttonsesonsherback ieandsMingletriedstohelpiescausitnoneedsestoesbest ickieoutsandsdenshesawhtedcwyinanddenshewetseshers elfandMinglenocansgetsesherpantsesoffsands.....AAA AAH!" I let out a panicked wail, now crying in tandem with you as I lean back and support myself with my hands, being so confused by what's going on.
([Translation] Avery was standing there and a button was on her back and Mingle tried to help 'cause it didn't need to be sticking out and then she started crying and then she wet herself and Mingle can't get her pants off and... *crying*)
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*starts crying louder which lures Moemura into the room* what happened(
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"Ah!!" I cry, stepping back from you as I see your bottoms growing much darker. "Oh noes... Uhhs... Mingle cans fixie dish, Mingle finks..."
*I start to scramble to get some diapers in your size from the changing table, but end up passing by a large diaper bag that has it's contents sticking out of it. It appears to be just fine, so I tug it over to where we are and start working to get things sorted. First, I try to tug off your bottoms, not knowing how to work any buttons or anythiing...*
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*that question is quickly answered by the warm wetness spreading around me*
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*My look becomes panicked as you start to cry, so I simply bring myself to hug you around your tummy and breasts, since that's about as high as I can reach, even with you down here beside me*
"Heys, heys, itsh otay, Mingle ish hewe, itsh otays..." I coo at you like Daddy does when I'm upset, looking down at your bottoms and wondering if you're wearing a diaper underneath - with the way you're acting, I can only suspect that you would need one.*
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Mombie not hewe? *starts crying loudly*
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*My look of concern deepens as I look up at you, crawling forward to poke your forehead* Ish yous otays? Ish Avwey sicksies?" I ask, not knowing what to say about your "mommy".
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*I blink with curiosity, your facial expression very different than normal* "uuuhhs.... Avwey?" I ask sheepishly.
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*falls to my knees, a little drool coming from my lips, then notices you* bib sistah?
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