Nyati the Big Bad Buffalo: This is a story about the importance of loyalty, courage and solidarity in friendships.: Volume 4 (African Tales)

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As Jason was walking down the stairs he became hyper aware of everything and the first think he did was hid behind his mother not realizing how much it made him look like a shy toddler My CB-6000S could be easily seen through the sheer yellow fabric of my panties and I suddenly tried to cover the embarrassing device with both my hands.

t you worry Joshy—this’ll be our little secret—okay?” she asked as she bent down to look me in the face. Was there a law against driving a car under the influence of depression? Sure, it wasn’t as obviously dangerous as, say, drugs or alcohol but there was something to be said for the way that a sad state of mind had trouble reacting to the world around it. Still, perhaps, that was the point. If things were to end right now, on the highway at night, it’d be a lot easier than having to face life tomorrow. Bringing out a needle and some thread, Aunt Emily sat me down at the table and gave me a piece of vinyl fabric to work with. Turning it over, I recognized it instantly as being a baby’s bib and I protested indignantly about it. Aww, sweet baby. Don't cry, I love you best of all. You are my good girl. Come now let us sit on the couch and you can suc-k on my titties.''

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A new law came in about 3 years ago which means that all major public places, such as motorway service stations and coffee shops and schools and cinemas and so on must have facilities for AB's. There is usually a member of the waitress staff who can look after us and feed us if necessary. Changing facilities are also in place. Oh, how awful for her. Still, you know how it is with kids – give it a couple of weeks and they’ll all be talking about something else”, Jenny sympathised.

Finally, at long last, the terrible spanking was over. I lay over her lap, too weak to stand, sobbing my eyes out as she rested the paddle against my blazing bottom. While it was mortifying to be getting pinned into my diapers like a baby in front of these women, it was even worse to be talked about by them in this way. is Lauren, Vanessa, Jessica, and Jennifer,” she said as she gestured to each one of her cute friends. I was soon comforted. I am not sure why I cried, but I was scared the big, scary man would take over our lovely girlie world. I didn't want that at all. Men are very scary, and I must say I do not like them at all, or little boys at nursery for that matter. I much prefer other AB's or real girls, with perfumed hair and pretty smiles, who plait my long blonde hair and play skipping games with me.

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Yep. Playing,' he said. He peed helplessly into his diaper as he spoke, and big, silent tears ran down his face. Aunt Emily demonstrated for me what she had in mind, skipping her way toward the sliding glass door, before turning to face me. For some reason, she looked so utterly hot—looking as if she were nothing but a happy little girl--and her ravishing face was devastatingly beautiful.

This part was always fun, thought Janet. Almost as much fun as the bank account stage, she thought. She looked at Steve. Sally was right. He was a prefect baby. Sally could certainly spot them, Janet thought proudly. She thought of her own dear husband, who had been Sally’s first great success. Perhaps Sally should give the game away after all, and just look after Steve. I can do it,” I tried to offer but she had my shoes off in no time and was already tugging my pants down. A moment later, I was sitting there, red-faced as Aunt Emily used her long nails to reach under the waistband of my underwear and pull them down my thighs. I grimaced as my tiny wiener came into view and I rushed to cover it with my hands.They're sorted here by the date of the last part or reply to the story, not by it's creation date. Many were originally posted on the usenet in the 1980s or early 1990s, & then later reposted to the internet. Before the internet, we had the usenet (newsgroups) since around 1981. I enjoyed the panties thoroughly and I spent a good deal of my time, relishing their soft, silky feeling. And I would have been quite content to leave it at that, wearing them around the house but always under my regular pants, so that no one could tell. But one day, Aunt Emily accidentally spilled some spaghetti sauce on my jeans and at the time, the rest of my pants were in the washing machine being cleaned. Joshy,” she chided me, “it’s only the two of us and no one will ever see you in your cute panties.” Red flags and alarm bells were going off in my head as I began to understand just what this would mean.

I want you to keep them on until after breakfast,” she told me as she turned and walked out of the room. My heart skipped a beat. Tentatively, I tip-toed slowly down the stairwell, afraid she intended to put me in my diapers in front of someone else. Putting aside Megan's friend, I certainly didn't want any other strangers to know about my bedwetting if I could help it. Honey, we are going to stop at the next Services so I can use the loo. We can have some food and you can have orange juice, ok?'' the brunette said in a syrupy voice meant for toddlers, “I think the wittle one needs his bedtime bottle.”Well, tell her what you're doing with the trains, darling,' said Janet. She loved the way they were often half aware of reality at this stage, but could not think fast enough to act other than as they had been programmed. t you have another pair, Joshy?” she asked, although something told me she already knew the answer. can keep your diapers on until after breakfast. Maybe sitting in your own pee will help motivate you.”