Heather's Fan Club: Age 2  (Mg,nepi,toddler,molestation,diapers,cons)

by madvlad




   Donna walked around the pool and could practically feel the eyes upon
her.  That was nice as she kept her body fit and had it not been for the
little girl she was carrying, no one would have guessed she had ever given
birth. But what really made Donna's engine tick was the thought of some
eyes following the precious little bundle in the crook of her arm and the
perverted thoughts swirling behind those eyes.

   Donna's boyfriend of three years ago had been the kind of guy she liked
to be around for a good time. But when she got pregnant, she knew he was
not the dependable type to help raise a kid or - heavens forbid - marry
her. But he was decent enough to help out with the bills and get the spare
bedroom in her condo set up as a nursery.  In a frank discussion in which
they both quickly buried the idea of getting hitched, he was sincere in
offering some sort of child support.

   Although appreciative, Donna declined, not wanting to tie the guy down.
He might not be the marrying type at this stage of his life, but at least
he wasn't an asshole and she didn't want their child to be a burden for
him. And for her own sake, she didn't want to feel any obligation to him.
So two months after the birth of their daughter, he was history and neither
of them had anything but good memories of the good times.

   While perusing parenting websites, Donna had read a blog about mothers
being creeped out by people who seemed to take an avid interest in their
children - usually men in a restaurant or in a store or at a park. Donna
read the article several times, including the responses from other parents
who recounted their own experiences. It wasn't just fascinating, it
was...well, that explained why she was rubbing her crotch.  Rather than
being appalled by her reaction, Donna was amused - she now had another kink
to add to her collection.

   What would it be like to have someone lusting after her little girl? 
From her mother's perspective, she thought Heather was a cutie. Other
people, some complete strangers, had commented on how adorable she was and
more recently, how she was remarkably beautiful. Heather was two years
old now, and was really developing into a pretty little girl.

   A slight noise from the baby monitor made Donna look at the video
display. Heather was napping and had mumbled something in her sleep. Now
she was rustling slightly until she was more comfortable. When Donna had
set her down in her crib, she had stripped her down to her diaper so that
her peanut butter and jelly-smeared shirt and shorts could go into the
laundry hamper instead of transferring the goo onto her crib sheet and her
Winnie the Pooh blanket.

   Now the little girl lay on her belly with one leg slid up and bent under
her and her diaper-clad rump sticking up in the air.  Would someone think
the toddler was showing off her goods? On an impulse, Donna crept into the
nursery and took several photos of Heather in her slumbering pose.

   For the next few days, she cruised various web sites of a nature she was
somewhat familiar with. She had been a fixture on some of the more
underground sites and through her network of cyber-friends (a few of which
she had met in the flesh), got access to an exclusive site hidden by a
layer of proxy servers.  On some of the other sites she had frequented, she
had posted rather exotic photos of herself (and sometimes with various
boyfriends). But the new one she connected with was devoted toward much
younger subjects - from jailbait at the eldest down to toddlers.  She spent
time looking at the older girls, then the tweens and then younger children
in elementary and preschool, imagining what Heather might be like at those
ages.

   After creating a user account for herself, she posted the photos she had
taken a few days before.  It wasn't until the next night that she logged
back in although thoughts of what others might comment about had tormented
her with anticipation throughout the day and she fought the urge to check
the site every fifteen minutes.

   As she was logging in, she convinced herself that there wouldn't be much
posted about her daughter. It was the down portion of the roller coaster
she'd been riding all day and she didn't want to be disappointed when the
comment boxes below the photos were empty.

   The boxes were filled, and several quite long with postings as she had
to scroll to read them all. Her baby was a huge hit.

   Some of the comments were sweet and adoring while others tended to be
more explicit - some downright hardcore.  Although Donna had read posts in
this vein before about others, the fact that these observations and 
fantasies were directed toward her own little angel made her very moist and
itchy between her legs. For over an hour, she read the comments over and
over with a hand busy at her crotch. After she came a second time, she
pondered her options with Heather. As many people had posted - there just
had to be more.

   She logged off and decided it was time to go to bed. On the way to her
bedroom, she crept into Heather's room where the child was fast asleep in
the embrace of innocent dreams. Brushing a lock of silky blonde hair from
her daughter's face, Donna kissed her gently.

   "Thank you for helping Mommy cum." She whispered.

   The following morning, a Saturday, Donna arrived at the condominium
complex's pool with Heather. Finding a lounge chair, the plopped her bag
on it and sat down before stripping Heather to her swimming diaper. The
child had a fair complexion so Donna was always careful to use waterproof
sunblock when they were at the pool. But today, she took her time, making
sure the tot was plainly seen while the sunblock was slowly massaged into
her supple skin.

   As usual, the easygoing girl sat somewhat still as her mother put the
stuff all over her. Today, her mother's hands felt even better although
she never would have understood the woman's intent.

   "Good Mommy." she said as Donna gave one of her little thighs a
rubdown.

   Donna wondered if anyone watching would like to see her smear some
sunblock onto Heather's baby cunt. That might be fun to try, but not in
public.

   When she was done, Donna slipped Heather's two piece swim suit on. She
wondered how the girl would look in a form-fitting one-piece suit -
especially for on-line photos, but determined that would have to wait until
Heather was out of diapers for practical reasons. Having to get the thing
completely off and back on every time Heather needed to be changed would be
too cumbersome.  But at the rate that Heather was progressing with her
potty training, she might well be ready by late summer.

   Donna took Heather to the shallow wading pool where mothers dipped their
infants in the water and slightly older ones could roam around under the
eyes of their parents or sitters. Heather was quite proud that she didn't
need to hold her mommy's hand in the water anymore and joined some of her
fellow toddlers in splashing about.

   When Donna was bringing her back to their chair, Heather bolted to the
left, hollering "Missa Candle!"

   Donna grinned and followed her daughter to where Liz and Ben Crandall
were sitting. The older couple lived two condos down from her and had
given her immeasurable help over the years. Ben was handy around the home
and could take care of the little repairs for Donna that liked to crop up
at inopportune times.  He was retired now and Liz, who sometimes sat for
Heather, would be retiring in another year or so.

   They had bought a condo in Florida near where one of their son's and his
family lived and would be moving soon after Liz's retirement. Donna would
miss them when the time came but wished them well.

   Liz laughed as she received a sopping wet hug from Heather. Then Ben
leaned forward and held out his arms.

   "Don't I get a hug from my bathing beauty?" He asked.

   Heather giggled and leapt into his arms, leaving the front of his
t-shirt wet after he settled her on his knee.

   Although Ben's actions were those of genuine affection and kindness,
Donna caught a certain glint in his eye when he was watching Heather as she
ran to his wife. Had it always been there? Only now was she watching for
people attracted to her daughter in that way. The gears in her mind turned
rapidly and she casually asked for a favor.

   "Ben? Is there any chance you could spare part of an afternoon early
next week? I have a work project that I need a couple of hours of
uninterrupted time for at home - but not enough to send her to day care for
the entire day."

   Donna was able to do much of her work by computer at home but usually
sent Heather to daycare two or three times a week so she could get other
errands done or occasionally go to the office. There was nothing pressing
for her to get done work-wise, but she had other, prurient interests to
satisfy now.

   On Monday afternoon, Donna was ready when Ben rang the bell. Just prior
to his arrival, she had removed Heather's clothing so the child would be
left alone with the man while wearing only her diaper. Again, she saw the
look flash in Ben's eyes as he surveyed the two year old's cuddly little
form.

   "She just had a nap and I have a snack set out for her in the living
room." Donna told her neighbor.  "There are cartoons on TV, so if you could
just make sure she's ok, I'd appreciate it. And give me a shout if you
need me."

   Donna returned to her bedroom where she had a desk and her laptop
running. Minimizing the windows for a work project she had been doing, she
concentrated solely on the video feed from the video camera she had
secreted among the stuff sitting on top of the television. It was one of
those high-definition recorders she had spent more for than she thought she
should, but if this worked as she hoped, she wanted the best quality
footage she could get.

   Ben was sitting on the couch with Heather comfortably ensconced on his
lap, leaning back against his stomach. Aside from some goldfish crackers
she was munching on, her attention was focused on the colorful animation on
TV. Ben had one hand on her knee and the other patting her belly. As
Donna watched, her hand crept to her crotch as Ben's hands began to roam
all over her little girl.

   The hand on Heather's knee slid up to her thigh. When the man's fingers
wrapped around it, they covered the entire upper limb. Then he straightened 
his fingers and let the tips play over the interior of both little thighs - 
prodding the soft flesh and exquisitely smooth skin. With the other hand, 
he was massaging her plump tummy. Moving his hand in a circular motion, he 
also covered her chest. Then he used his thumb and forefinger to lightly 
twiddle the tiny pink dots there.

   Donna leaned forward, breathing hard as Ben toyed with Heather's toddler
titties. Were the nipples hardening between his fingers? Was her little
girl getting stimulated?

   Heather wriggled in Ben's lap, her face betraying no sense of discomfort
or pleasure. Ostensibly to keep the girl from slipping off, Ben moved his
hand from her legs to her crotch and kept it there. Now his fingers flexed
as he squeezed the diapered bulge between the tyke's legs. Heather looked
down at what the man was doing and then settled back against him. Ben
opened her legs farther and she remained complaint as he groped her through
her Pampers.

   This continued for a half an hour before Ben took it further.

   Ben doubted that Heather could feel his hardness against her diapered
bottom. While squeezing her bottom, he shifted her back and forth a little
to give his erection a little ass rubbing. She was a sweet, beautiful kid
and the few shards of guilt he felt in taking advantage of her were 
dispelled when it became obvious she didn't mind his touches at all. Her
skin was so silky everywhere he had touched - flawlessly smooth except for
the two stiffened points he had created on her chest.

   "You've got great tits for a two year old." He said to the tot who
simply grinned at him and then looked back at the TV.

   He would have loved to have stripped her diaper off and laid her on the
kitchen table for more touching fun and maybe even a dry hump, rubbing his
dick against her baby quim, but Donna was in the next room. What would he
say if she walked in - he was just taking her temperature? But there was
one plausible thing he could do.

   "Let's see if you're wet." He announced.

   (Unknown to him, Heather's mother was quite wet in her room down the
hall.)

   Used to being checked and changed, Heather was nonplussed when he
unfastened the tape on the sides that held her diaper together. Ben eased
the front of the diaper away from the girl, revealing at last the bald
toddler treasure nestled between her fleshy thighs.

   She was so irresistibly cute and tiny there. Her hairless mound
disappeared beneath the two fingers the nice man had there. When those
fingers started to rub her hairless pussy, Heather murmured contentedly and
spread her legs a little wider in appreciation for the good things she was
feeling.

   Donna was dizzy with lust as she watched it unfold on the monitor. The
front of Heather's diaper was still tilted high enough to cover her 
privates from the camera, but there was no mistaking the man's action as he
worked between her legs.  And it was obvious that Heather didn't mind the
attention. A jolt from Donna's loins stunned her with its ferocity and she
jabbed harder in response with the finger's dipping into her snatch. 

   Shaking in her chair, she came while watching her baby girl being gently
molested.

   Jerry was hunching his hard-on against Heather as he rubbed and squeezed
her little quim. When he stopped for a moment, she whined at the cessation
of those fun touches. Fumbling beneath her, Ben unzipped his fly and then
pressed the girl's rump against him. Resuming his fingering of the two
year-old's tiny cuntlet, he ground his prick against her rear. With a
groan, he released - spraying his semen against the back of the child's
diaper.

   After wiping the seat of Heather's diaper with a napkin, he collapsed
back against the couch. He had to give himself a moment to recover. 
Taping Heather's diaper back into place, he kissed her on the top of her
head.

   "That's a good girl." He said as Heather looked down at her re-secured
diaper.

   Now he wondered if she'd ask for more touches or say something about
what he had just done.

   Heather sat still for a moment, understanding that with her diaper on,
the good touching was done. She reached for her empty sippy cup and held
it up to Ben.

   "I want juice." she informed him, stating her new priority.

   While the candid video made for great masturbation material for Donna,
she decided to be stingy on what she posted. She uploaded some stills from
early in the video with the diapered tot in a man's lap. She also digitally 
blurred Ben's face to protect his identity while wondering if he ever 
visited such sites.

   Members loved the photos with the man's hands on the girl's leg and
torso, suggesting where they like to put their hands. Jamming a vibrator
in her pussy, Donna fantasized about so many strangers' hands exploring her
daughter's naked body, making Heather squirm happily. She had found a
little dried residue on Heather's diaper from where Ben had cum. What
would the stuff look like on her baby girl's skin? It would be all wet and
shiny and sticky as it was rubbed in everywhere.

   As a reward for such thoughtful posts, Donna added one more still - this
one with Ben's hand clutching Heather's diapered crotch. The reaction was
huge - and resulted in a private message from the site administrator. 
Donna knew about the VIP section and the feedback ratings she had received
from her few Heather posts had been generating points toward her gaining
access to the collection of more "interesting photos." Now the
administrator gave Donna access although she was a few points short.

   The reason, the administrator said, was that she (Donna was surprised at
that, having assumed the admin was male) was "perfectly in lust" with
Donna's "slut baby." Any time Donna needed someone to look after Heather,
the admin said she'd meet them wherever she had to. Then she'd tie the
little girl up and show her a good time.

   After searching for the administrator's posts, Donna found the woman was
indeed an aficionado of pedo lesbian bondage. Hmm...now that was something
one did not usually find in the personal ads of the local paper.

   Featured in the admin's collection was one girl whose catalog of pics
dated back to where she was three. Moving forward, Donna saw the girl
growing into a slim young girl, and then gradually blossoming into
adolescence. Now fifteen, the girl was apparently developing a fetish of
her own for getting piercings while held down in leather and chains. 
Joining her for the last few years was another, younger girl who was now
perhaps eight years old.

   Donna wondered how Heather would turn out on this site and shivered
deliciously at the thought of others watching her childhood evolve in a
very kinky online scrapbook. But for now, she had to think of other ways to
produce some prime masturbation material of her daughter.

   Donna's next idea hit her two days later when she was cleaning the
closet in Heather's room, sorting through clothes the girl had outgrown. 
In the corner on the floor, she found an open box of diapers from two sizes
ago. There were still a dozen or so in there and as she was about to toss
them because they would be too small, she reconsidered it and brought a
diaper out to the living room where Heather was playing.

   The girl was already only wearing a diaper as Donna had taken some
pictures earlier of her just doing her typical activities.  Heather wanted
to see her photos and Donna showed them to her after she had posted them.

   "Lots and lots of people like looking at pictures of you." Donna had
cooed as she rocked Heather in her lap.

   "Why?" the tot inquired.

   *Because they want do all kinds of hot and nasty things to you baby
girl.* Donna thought before she replied.

   "Because looking at pretty girls like you makes people happy."

   "Mommy happy?"

   "Yes, Mommy is very happy."

   "I happy." Heather confirmed.

   "Let's take more pictures." Donna announced.

   "Happy pickshuhs!" Heather agreed, clapping her hands with delight.

   "This is your new outfit." Donna said as she help up one of the smaller
diapers.

   "I got diapuh." the little girl said as she patted her bulky garment.

   "Oh, but this is a special one that will make you look sexier."

   "Okay." she agreed, trusting her mommy.

   Heather lay on the carpet and held her legs out so her mommy could
change her. Donna made a mental note to post on the site about how her
little girl would lie down and spread her legs for anyone. That would get
some hands moving in people's laps - male or female.

   When Donna put the smaller diaper on, she had the elastic in the legs
stretched tight before she could get the tape on each side attached to the
tab.  After standing the girl upright, she was very pleased with the
results.

   On the sides, there was only the tape barely meeting the tabs on top,
giving the effect of a diaper with high-cut hips. The padded seat was
pulled snugly across Heather's rear and the small bulge of the front rode a
little high and tight to show the juncture of the girl's crotch and thighs.
If toddlers were prostitutes, they'd wear something like this to show off
their little wares.

   "You look very sexy." Donna said.

   Heather beamed at the praise although she didn't know what sexy was. 
Happily she posed for pictures, showing off for the camera.  When she
sensed the girl was losing interest in this game, Donna had her finish by
blowing a kiss to the camera.

   The site people loved the photo set. One man "lilpreglover", commented
on how the undersized diaper made the baby fat on Heather's soft belly
plump out a little more above the waist line.

   "If it was possible, I'd love to knock her up and make her tummy really
swell." He posted.

   Donna's cunny watered at the perverse fantasy of her little girl
becoming a mama while still in diapers. It deserved a reply and the next
day she had Heather wearing another outgrown diaper for more pictures.

   The little girl giggled as her mother wrote on her belly in washable
marker. Posing for the camera in her sexy Pampers, she smiled broadly
while across her front were the words "I wish a daddy would put a bun in my
oven."

   After taking a few photos, Donna took the marker again and added the
words "Insert Here" across the front of Heather's diaper. After a few more
shots, Heather started to fidget and Donna realized it was getting past her
nap time. When she was tired, Heather tended to get quiet and act a little
shy. She had never been one to make much of a fuss.

   "Just a few more baby." Donna said as she sat Heather on the floor and
unfastened the tape.

   The diaper popped open but the front stayed up enough to conceal
Heather's privates. That was perfect as Donna got down on her stomach to
take a few more pictures. From the angle she got, Heather was completely
exposed on the side, showing some bare buttock and naked skin from the side
of her leg up through her hip and on to the torso. With her blues eyes
becoming heavy-lidded and a sleepy smile on her face, Heather looked like
an ingénue, coyly enticing a lover to her crib.

   After she set Heather down for her nap, Donna hurried to her computer.
Her loins were practically bubbling with excitement as she transferred the
images and saw them blown up on the monitor. The comments, of course,
would add fuel to that fire.

   While the diapered soft-core modelling had been getting rave reviews,
all good things came to an end. As Donna had predicted, Heather's need for
diapers had ceased by late August.  On the plus side, that meant less trash
and lower weekly shopping bills as her daughter graduated to size 2T
panties. It also meant she needed a toddler bed so she could get out on
her own to use the toilet during the night. Donna looked forward to more
uninterrupted sleep.

   Heather's new bed arrived in a box, requiring assembly. A call to Ben
quickly set up an assembly appointment for the next day and a volunteer
group would be by a few days later to remove the crib which Donna was
donating to a charity that helped needy families. As a final hurrah, she
posted the video of Heather with Ben's hand in her open diaper, getting a
good feel of her unseen cunny.

   Site members were begging for a look at her daughter's hairless pussy
and the video ratcheted the demand, but Donna enjoyed the tease. Of course
some members wanted to do more than just look and their explicit desires
kept Donna's hand busy well into the night.

   As planned, Donna had her daughter wearing only panties when Ben arrived. 
He clearly liked what he saw but also enjoyed playing a game with her.

   "Where's Heather?" He asked.

   "Me! Me! Me!" she insisted, hopping in front of him.

   "Nooo," Ben replied with a mock scowl.  "Heather's a baby who wears
diapers. I see a young lady in underpants."

   Heather put her hands on her hips and fixed a stern expression on her
face as she looked up at him.

   "I'm Heather!" she stated flatly.

   A month earlier, Heather would have said, "I Heather." Donna noted.  Her
daughter's vocabulary was advancing so rapidly.  And Donna was hoping for
ideas to promote Heather's advancement in other areas.

   "Alright, you convinced me." Ben laughed as she scooped the girl up.

   Heather giggled in his arms, wriggling her rump in the man's well placed
hand.  Donna was sure the feel of that cute little ass was a great down
payment For Ben's help with the new bed, even if he always refused any
official compensation.

   As Ben carried his tool bag in one hand and Heather in the other as he
went to her bedroom, Donna called out to him.

   "I can watch Heather and keep her out of your way." She offered.

   "That's okay," He answered.  "I need a helper."

   "I'm helping, Mommy," Heather added as they disappeared.

   Heather was more of a hindrance than a help, as Donna could tell from
the feed of three different video cameras she had secreted in Heather's
room.  Since there was no telling what might happen and where, she wanted
to be sure she had a decent angle on the action.

   As the nearly naked little girl crawled about - on top of the
instructions or on top of Ben - and picked up various parts for her own
inspection, Ben didn't mind at all. Occasionally, he had to make her move
with a tickle on her ribs, tummy, or feet. Heather squealed at the
innocent contact and very much enjoyed being the man's "helper."

   Despite Ben's more salacious interest in the child, it was once again
clear to Donna that he also felt genuine affection for her. Donna hoped to
have him watch her from time to time and felt secure in that whatever he
might do to the girl, he would never cause her harm.

   When Ben finally had the bed complete, he patted the mattress and turned
to Heather.

   "Well, try it out, Miss Heather, and see what you think."

   Heather pounced onto the bed and rolled over onto her back, spreading
her arms and legs apart and wriggling to test it out.  The panty-clad tyke
with her wide open legs screamed an invitation that left Ben's mouth a
little dry.

   "It's fun!" she proclaimed, jiggling her little body some more.

   "It feels good, I'll bet." Ben said, stroking one of her legs.

   He moved his hand up, gently squeezing the flesh of her thigh before
sliding over the thin cotton fabric decorating with playing kittens. 
Tugging on the waistband, he cinched the material against the girl's
crotch, displaying her tiny mound in a scrumptiously bulging camel toe. 
With his thumb, he stroked the kitty-covered kitty and Heather lay still,
remembering the nice touches he had given her before.

   With the child complacent, he slid his fingers under the waistband,
discovering the wonders of such the feathery smooth skin waiting for him.
Responding to the man's fingers, Heather opened her legs a little more for
him and sighed.  Of course, she didn't understand any sexual intent - she
only enjoyed the contact of those loving fingers as they fondled her bald
little snatch.

   Ben wanted to pull his penis out and masturbate, but there would be no
way to hide the evidence when he came.  The idea of using the paperwork
that came with the bed occurred to him but how would he explain how he was
able to assemble it with the instructions stuck together?  Chuckling in
spite of his predicament, he reluctantly removed his hands from Heather's
panties.

   Heather looked at him, puzzled because he stopped doing that nice thing
to her.  But then her excitement took hold and she rolled out of bed and
called to her mommy to come see her new bed for big girls.

   Donna was suitably impressed with the bed but her mind was still on the
images she had recording.  Seeing her happy two year-old with her legs
spread while a man's fingers were visibly moving beneath the crotch of her
kitten panties was the stuff that would keep her occupied for some time -
as well as her friends on the site.

   For a week, Donna had plenty of material as Heather loved to pose and
show off all of her pretty new panties.  The tot would then sit in her
mother's lap, watching as her images were uploaded onto the site to make
people happy.  Heather was glad that she was making people happy.

   As Heather's birthday neared, Donna's next inspiration prompted a visit
to a toy store.  When they left, Heather was in her child seat in the back,
happily petting an enormous, brown stuffed dog that was larger than she
was.

   "Mommy?" she asked as Donna was driving.  "What's doggy's name?"

   "Huh? I don't know." Donna said absently as she braked to avoid an
idiot who knew how to make sudden lane changes but didn't understand the
complexities of turn signals and rear view mirrors.  "How about Bowser?"

   "Mommy, doggy's name is Bowser."

   With that pronouncement, Donna readily gave her agreement.

   Heather loved playing on the bed with Bowser. Since her mommy wanted to
take pictures that made people happy, she was only wearing a pair of
panties decorated with butterflies as she romped with her furry friend.

   But this was only the appetizer. When Donna moved to take Heather's
panties off, the girl was perplexed.

   "Mommy, these are pretty panties." she protested. "They make happy
pictures."

   "Pickshuhs" were now pronounced "pictures" Donna realized, feeling her
daughter growing up just a tad more. She was feeling wistfully maternal,
but also horny as hell in turning her daughter into an internet pedo model.
Wouldn't that conundrum make for an interesting article in "Parents"
magazine?

   "I know sweety," She told the girl.  "But people are also happy to see
you without any clothes on too."

   That satisfied Heather perfectly and Donna removed her panties without
further complaint.  Then Donna had Heather "pose like a doggy" on her hands
and knees. The girl was in profile, showing off her smooth figure and the
curve of one little buttock but keeping her bare twat hidden at that angle.
Then Donna draped Bowser's front half over Heather's back with his back
paws resting on the mattress behind the tot. Now it looked like the dog
was copulating with her baby daughter.

   Heather giggled as the soft fur pressed against her naked skin. Ready
to take a photo, Donna shouted "Boo!"

   That startled the girl for a moment, just long enough to capture the
image on the camera.  The results were just as Donna intended.  The nude
toddler was staring, her blue eyes wide as if the doggy mounting her as
just jammed a nice cock into her sweet little baby cunt.

   "Silly Mommy!" Heather chided as she laughed at her mother's "Boo!"

   Donna encouraged the girl to roll and wrestle with Bowser, getting some
nice shots of her daughter's privates. Those would remain un-posted - at
least for now - as she enjoyed the eroticism of the hint of displaying
those hairless, itty bitty genitals. But there was one photo she did
include.

   Heather was on her back, her mouth open with laughter. Bowser was on
top of her, nearly nose to nose.  While wrestling with him, Heather had her
legs wrapped around his midsection with her bare toes wriggling in the air.
It looked like the two-year-old was enjoying a good dog-fuck in the
missionary position.

   The responses that night were grateful and hungry for more. Quite a few
members offered to loan her their pets - dogs of all breeds, as well as a
Vietnamese pot-bellied pig and a python - for more "playtime."

   Donna wasn't sure about the pig or the snake but wondered about the
smaller breeds of dogs. That might be for another day, but tonight she
posted one question.

   "Next week, my daughter turns three.  Does anyone have any ideas what I
should give her for her birthday?"

   
THE END

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