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Finally,I found a "mommy" to baby me.After arriving at Cindy's home,we exchanged pleasantries after which she prepared a bubble bath for me.A large matronly woman in her mid fifties,Cindy was the perfect body type to manhandle me should I misbehave.She was very sweet and nurturing but made it clear that I risked being put over her knee if I stepped out of line.After being towelled dried,she led me to a bedroom "nursery".A dresser had a stack of disposable diapers on top,along with all the other trappings of infancy.Rubber pants,baby bottle,lotion,powder,wipes etc.I was disappointed there was no crib.(I had once been put in an adult crib with four point hospital restraints).I felt vulnerable lying on this bed unclothed with a woman of Amazon proportions standing over me.She rubbed lotion on my buns followed by the unmistakeably sweet smell of baby powder.She proceeded to tickle me with both hands under my ribs so that I was squealing with laughter.She rolled me over and grabbed both my feet lifting them high in the air while slipping a diaper under me.I remember thinking how quickly she secured the tapes that she must have had considerable experience.She then snugged a pair of
white rubber pants with the elastic leg and waistbands over the diaper.She sat me up and placed a white leather adult baby harness on me.I was rolled back onto my stomach and the slight pressure of a wide leg spreading crotch strap that was secured to the back of the harness more than compensated for the abscence of a crib.I spent a wonderful weekend as her helpless little diaper baby and only hope I can make this at least an annual pilgrrimage. |
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