babygirlerrands

	Oh, honey!

	Give me a second, let me just… there you go.

	You were about to walk out the door with your skirt riding up too high, & then everyone outside might see the cute little jungle animals on the seat of your diaper.

	What’s that, precious? You’re turning all pink.

	Oh, you don’t like me calling it a diaper? Would you prefer I use a more grown up term, like “disposable underwear,” or maybe “incontinence garment”?

	You think “diaper” sounds too babyish?

	But honey… these ARE baby diapers, for big babies like you, precious.

	Aw, sweetie, you don’t wanna be my sweet little baby girl anymore? You don’t want me to kiss your booboos & read you stories & give you nice bubble baths? You don’t want to be changed every time you use your thick, crinkly, baby printed diapers?

	No, I’m not gonna call them “the d word,” that’s just dumb.

	Did you forget how nervous you were, the first time you told me about your interest in diapers?

	God, I love how you shiver just a little, every time I say it.

	Yes, I like that little shiver. It’s the same kind of little shiver you get when I’m eating you out, & my breath is just… ghosting along the lips of your pussy, before I slide my tongue out & trace your clit with the very tip of it.

	But I’m getting distracted - you really should be wearing some tights, baby girl. If there’s the wrong kind of breeze, anyone around could see your thick, crinkly diapers.

	No, it’s not obvious if your skirt is still down. Someone might think you’ve got an especially big butt, but you’re not waddling too badly, & the crinkling isn’t too loud.

	What if you wet?

	Well, baby girl, if you wet, then I’ll change you. That’s what mommies & daddies do, when their babies wet their diapers, and that’s what i’m gonna do for my baby girl, too.

	Yes, honey, even if we’re out. I know where all the single stall bathrooms are, & we’ve got all of the supplies in your diaper bag. Or hey, if we’re on that one stretch of road, I can always change you in the backseat of the car.

	Oh, you didn’t realize I was bringing the diaper bag? How could I not, sweetie? I wouldn’t be doing a very good job of taking care of my baby girl if I wasn’t even prepared to put a fresh diaper on your cute little bottom whenever you go in it!

	I can see how turned on you’re getting, precious - you’re trying to press your thighs together, & your nipples are hard through your top. I bet you’d like nothing more than for me to lie you down, untape your diaper, & eat you out until you squirted all over me.

	That’s what my baby girl wants, isn’t it? Wants to be helpless & moaning as she gets her pussy licked, wants to get taken care of & pampered in every sense of the word.

	Look at that nod, & you’re gripping your own hands so tightly, I can see your knuckles.

	But we’re not gonna do that, sweetheart. We’ve got errands to run, remember? We need to get groceries, we need to stop by the pet store to buy cat food, & we need to go to the pharmacy, to get more powder & wipes.

	Maybe I’ll make you carry them up to the register yourself, since you’re insisting that you’re such a big girl. Is that what you want?

	Oh, that was a pretty vigorous head shake.

	I’ll tell you what - if you use your diaper while we’re out, I’ll change you, & maybe if you’re extra good, I might give your sweet little clit a few extra rubs before I tape you into your diaper again.

	Maybe I’ll even finger you, since your needy little pussy is obviously so desperate for something inside of it, & far be it from me to deny my sweet, precious baby girl anything that she wants.

	Yes, even if you’re being changed in a public restroom, or the backseat of the car.

	But come on - we should get going, before I have to change you before we even leave the house!

	I know what your bladder is like, honey, there’s no use shaking your head like that. Did you wet already?

	Let me see - lift your skirt up, so I can check.

	I love how you squirm, whenever i squeeze the crotch of your diaper, to make sure that you’re nice and dry.

	Good job, sweetheart, you stayed dry in the fifteen minutes between me diapering you & us getting ready to go!

	You think you can stay dry for the rest of the errands?

	Well, I’ll be checking you periodically.

	Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m going to take good care of you.