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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I never realized just how much I’d been masturbating until the option was forever taken away from me by Aunt Emily. She was right that I could continue to go pee without any difficulty but I was no longer able to touch my pen-is in any way and it was driving me crazy. Nor could I manipulate the tube to try and induce enough friction to achieve an orgasm. At best, all I could do was to get myself excited which only made me more frustrated. She was so busy staring at her phone that she didn’t even notice her outfit changing as she walked into the bathroom. She absentmindedly tugged at her jeans to adjust her underwear which seemed to have gotten bunched up. Except her jeans seemed to disappear in her hand and she touched plastic. Jim has been around a long time now; I still don't like him. Mommy likes him a lot though, and I guess that is what matter. With every step he took he heard the crinkles of the plastic pants and he is reminded of the damn plastic sheet on his bed and it was like a constant reminder of his failure at being a big boy like he is supposed to be similar to how the smell of his room and the crinkles of his bed

m going to make you look very special today, Joshy,” she said excitedly as she began brushing my longish hair into two pigtails. She placed a big pink floppy bow on each side and then bent down behind me to share my reflection in the mirror. At some point, I had politely informed my aunt that I wanted to be called ‘Josh’ and not ‘Joshy’, but Aunt Emily only giggled and beeped my nose good-naturedly. An hour later she was calling me ‘Joshy’ again as if nothing had ever been said. Similarly, when I had asked for her to read me something a little more mature at bedtimes, she merely smiled and continued as before. It seemed that once she’d made up her mind about something, there was little I could do to dissuade her and I was increasingly getting the feeling that she saw me as no more than a four year old child. Well, it's just so hard when I have a date or meet a new man, to explain about what an AB is. It scares some guys off.'' Now honey, there is a monitor with a small screen so we can watch and hear you downstairs. Be a good girl, ok?''

Part 1

come down here this instant, I won't ask again,” I heard her say in a tone of voice with an edge to it. What on earth is that you’ve got in your panties?” Vanessa asked abruptly as she pointed at my crotch. As Holly carried on and on Maddie found her boastfulness increasingly annoying, she had finally had enough and just couldn’t help but say something…. now don’t you worry, Honey,” she said trying to console me, “No one will see you and anyways, I think they look just fine.”

And can you believe it in the child care course they even had these massive baby dolls and they made us show that we knew how to change a nappy, I mean why do they need to teach us how to change nappies for gods sake”I waited until my aunt had walked out of the room so she wouldn’t see the hard-on in my panties before I stood up and exited through the sliding glass door. I felt utterly exposed to be outside wearing such a sissyish ensemble but a part of me felt a tinge of mischievousness. It almost seemed like I were getting away with something totally forbidden and sense of naughtiness pervaded my being. that sounds like just what our little bedwetter needs,” my stepmom said with a big grin as she pinned the sides of my diapers snugly around my hips. As seemed usual in their home Holly liked to dominate the conversation, telling their parents about her day at school and how well she was doing in every class. I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to.