III. Once a puppy
**III. Once a puppy** _As told by Milo_ Nina and I waited for her father to show up in comfortable silence. We sat down on a low concrete wall that was just too high to touch the ground. Rhythmically dangling my feet, I held Nina's hand and stroked...
II. Dog is my shepherd
**II. Dog is my Shepherd** _As told by Milo_ We left the train station and I trusted on Nina to take us to the central district. After a few minutes, we stopped at one end of a shopping mall. I could no longer restrain myself and finally asked the...
I. Leaving behind
**I. Leaving behind** _As told by Milo_ Monday morning. Contrary to Nina, I liked Mondays. They marked the start of yet another five days of regularity and structure, something I had craved for ever since I lived on my own. This Monday was different...
VI. Midnight mishaps
**VI. Midnight mishaps** _As told by Nina_ The evening passed relatively quickly, as we were all having a good time. Even Milo appeared to enjoy himself, despite his initial reluctance to be with us in the first place. It was so good to be back home...
IV. Family fun
**IV. Family fun** _As told by Milo_ The snow crushed under our pawsteps as we left the house. It was cold outside, but not uncomfortably so as long as one kept moving. As Nina and I both crafted ourselves a snowball to start out with, my suspicion...
Sleeping Over
When morning came, peter would be humiliated by having to explain his infantile accident to his friend's mother, and mortified further when she insisted on helping clean him up.
King Takes Bishop
Bishop cooed as he was stroked gently, the boy seemingly regressed to almost an infantile state as the king's large paws gripped at his hips, letting out an adorable yoshi honk as bowser's wide muzzle pressed firmly against his cum-soaked tailhole, and
Chapter IX: Just play along
Aran did not know whether that was to blame on the perfectionism of their infantile minds or they just lacked the ability to oversee the possibilities, but neither did he care.
A Manhã Mais Lasciva
Uma farda branca com duas listras azuis verticais no lado direito, que iam do ombro a cintura, e um calção curto infantil que não ia além dos joelhos. minha mochila era verde, carregando uma fralda extra, caderno, lenços, lápis e uma chupeta.
Chapter XVIII: Just Tell Me Where To Begin
It was just as infantile as the kind he usually wore, just in a different manner. once his shorts were back on, she brought him back out to the others, and announced that they would be playing a game. "truth or dare, but not of the sort you're used to.
Potty Kitty (Diapers, Scat)
Picture in your mind a nursery nestled in a rectangular room. The walls are decorated with childish drawings, and walls retain a colorful border near the top, on top of which is drawn various numbers and letters of the alphabet. Here and there on the...
An Outing
This entire fetish, infantilism, was a deep and dark secret of hers. the kind where she'd purchase a pack of ten baby diapers, wet one, and then sniffle about it in shame after throwing away the rest. bee, the straight-a student in every extracurricular.