So, the Super Bowl is coming up and as much as I adore football, I have to admit I mainly watch the Super Bowl for the great commercials. It never ceases to amaze me how much money a company will spend just to capture 3/4 of America’s attention for less than 3 minutes. But you have to admit the best part is the creativity. What kind of sick minds sit around and dream this shit up? I mean, really.
Speaking of sick minds, I’d like to introduce all of you to Baby J. Baby J has a habit of wearing diapers and plastic pants(I know you thought it was only you). He’s an adult baby in the worst sort of way, complete with a baby lispy voice and a binky! He’s hysterical and pathetic at the same time. Baby J is one of a kind. I talked the little diaperboy into sending me a photo of himself all dressed as he is when he calls me. Have a look! Can you believe this fool? Baby J, calls me when I am working as a dispatcher and he knows this annoys me but he does it anyway. However, I retaliate by sending him through to a Mistress to be berated and further humiliated. I keep doing it every time he calls, sometimes 4 or 5 times a night. Finally, he called me a few nights ago when I was taking calls and we had quite a nice conversation, to say the least. Baby J told me all about dressing in his diaper and plastic pants and walking around outside his home. Unfotunately someone (a jealous neighbor perhaps) called DCS and reported the baby for his discretions. Something about him being an “at risk” adult. Yeah, right. “At risk for a good ass paddling” is more like it. Anyway, baby J, call me soon you silly little thumb sucking diaper whore! Now I’m off to get ready for a little Super Phone action and tomorrow it’s SUPER BOWL time.
Later babies,
Tia
Well Ms Tia,
I guess you’ve gone ahead and had a big laugh at my expense. I feel utterly humiliated by your blog exposing me as a piggy little diaperboy – one who can’t be a man and is a pathetic baby who can’t take care of himself. You and your friends are probably laughing about me, aren’t you? And now I’m trapped and exposed. Please don’t be too mean to me. I beg you. Not everybody is supposed to know I have these disconnected moments where I’ve walked outside in only wet pampers under pink baby print plastic panties. My gosh, it doesn’t mean I’m a loser, right?
Luvs,
Baby Joey
Ms Tia,
That was sooo mean to expose me like that. Oh my gosh, now everyone is going to see me as a little baby that wears plastic panties and pampers. Wahhhhhhhhh. Please have mercy on me. I’m already feeling the pull of being owned by you and it’s exciting and scary at the same time. I’m not a piggy boy all the time ya know. It just happens when I stresss out and the next thing I know I’m out in public wearing only wet pampers and pink plastic pants yelling that I’m a baby and I need to wear diapers. Oh gosh, I need a strict disciplinary Mommy to tell me what to do, dont I?
Humiliated at last,
Baby Joey