From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: How I Got My Own Little Girl   
      
   By bobandcarole (D/s, coerce, enema, spank,   
   anal, adult baby, lolita)   
      
   The persistent beeping of the alarm clock yanked him quickly out of the   
   depths of sleep. Quickly he shut it off then glanced down to see if it   
   had woken her. She was still sound asleep, curled up tightly to his   
   chest, Murphy, her ancient stuffed dog, nestled in the crook of her   
   arm. Deep asleep her face was open and unlined, free from daily   
   troubles.   
      
   Her peaches and cream complexion was flawless, her face an almost   
   perfect oval, perfectly formed lips and a small pert nose. Beneath   
   delicate lids her eyes, those brilliant baby blue orbs that had first   
   captivated him, twitched back and forth, following the dream that ran   
   through the night time theater of her mind. Smiling down at her angelic   
   sleeping face he eased his arm out from under her neck then slid out of   
   bed to go take care of a couple things.   
      
   When he came back in, fully dressed, he knelt down by the bed. Running   
   his fingers through her thick, tangled, deep auburn colored hair, he   
   said softly, "Wake up Angel, it's time for Daddy to go to work."   
      
   Her eyes drooped partially open and she looked up at him, "'Kay Daddy."   
   Then she sat up, feet dangling over the edge of the bed but not   
   touching the floor, rubbing her eyes with her fists.   
      
   Wrapping his stood up, holding her to his chest. One arm around her   
   back and the other under her diapered bottom. He could feel the heat on   
   his arm where her bottom rested and could feel the squishiness of the   
   diaper, telling him she was wet, but probably more like sodden to the   
   point of leaking.   
      
   Pressing herself tightly to his chest, Murphy clutched tightly in one   
   arm, she rested her head on his shoulder, draping one arm casually   
   around his neck and shut her eyes again.   
      
   Stroking softly up and down her back he carried her to the room next to   
   his. It was officially 'her room' but she never stayed in it except   
   when he went to work. Opening the door to it, the hinges making a soft   
   creak, he carried her inside. It was decorated for a young child with   
   the walls painted bright, cheery colors, decorated with toys of a young   
   child and stuffed animals. The furniture was painted light pastel   
   colors with animal appliqués decorating them. The carpet was a thick,   
   plush, muted pink to match the girly furnishings in the room.   
      
   But by far the most dominant feature in the room was the bed that took   
   up the wall adjacent to his room. Well, it was a bed alright, just not   
   a normal one. It was the same size as a standard double bed but looked   
   like an oversized crib, with the bars and one side that would drop down   
   just like an infant's would. He had it custom built for her when she   
   came to live with him.   
      
   Grabbing a disposable changing pad and diaper off the dresser he made   
   his way over to the bed. After laying the pad down he gently laid her   
   how and pulled up her nightie then removed the soaked, one dropping it   
   in a diaper pail at the foot of the bed.   
      
   Not moving or putting up a protest at what he was doing, she lay there   
   quietly watching him before once again shutting her eyes, holding   
   Murphy close. Only this time the thumb from her free hand slid into her   
   mouth as a comforting gesture.   
      
   Gently, as he would with a real infant, he cleaned her crotch up with   
   baby wipes, spreading and cleaning in between her lips and the entrance   
   to her vagina as well, even gently wiping her anus. While he was   
   putting the powder on her he noticed the soft downy hair was once again   
   returning and made a mental note to wax her again soon. Resisting the   
   urge to play he fastened a clean diaper on her and slid the pad out   
   from under her bottom, disposing of it. He then leaned down and kissed   
   her softly on the cheek. "You need to try and poo, Angel. It's been a   
   couple days since you have gone."   
      
   "I don't have to, Daddy." She mumbled sleepily around her thumb.   
      
   "You need to try for Daddy, honey, or I will have to give you something   
   to make you go."   
      
   "'Kay, Daddy." She mumbled again, more asleep than awake.   
      
   Rubbing her diaper covered bottom he said, "It's time for me to go to   
   work Angel so sit up and give me a kiss and hug goodbye."   
      
   With a soft groan she sat up and gave him a tight hug and soft kiss on   
   the lips, "Bye-bye, Daddy."   
      
   He hugged her then lay her back down in the bed, tucking her and Murphy   
   in and giving them both a kiss before pulling the side of the crib up.   
   "I'll be back in a couple hours Angel."   
      
   She didn't answer, being already fast asleep under the soft blankets   
   curled up to Murphy, thumb back in her mouth.   
      
   Gazing at her longingly for a few minutes he hitched a deep sigh then   
   left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door softly   
   behind him.   
      
   The whole time he made his morning deliveries, as usual, his thoughts   
   were of her. His perfect little girl. His Angel. It had taken a lot of   
   work to get to where they are now, and a lot of scheming on his end.   
      
   The first glimpse of her had been when she moved into the condo next to   
   his with her mother. He had watched from his front window as the movers   
   had hauled stuff into the condo next to his. Then her mother had   
   emerged from the late model Trans Am and went in followed by what he   
   thought was a pre-teen girl. She had seen him watching and had waved to   
   him. Instantly his eyes had locked with her and he was from that moment   
   on captivated.   
      
   Never before had he been around women with children or cared to be for   
   that matter but he made it a point to get to know her mother so that he   
   could be around her. He was almost fixated on the young girl for   
   reasons he couldn't quite fathom.   
      
   Quickly he learned quite a bit about both mother and daughter.   
   Angelica, the daughter, called Angel by everyone, a nickname that   
   wasn't suited to her in the least because as he would learn later she   
   was FAR from being angelic, was quite a bit older than she appeared,   
   almost mid teens. The relationship between mother and daughter was a   
   volatile one. They seemed to loathe each other and rarely a pleasant   
   word was spoken between them. Tansy regarded her daughter as little   
   more than a nuisance she had to put up with and someone that always   
   interfered with her plans and social life. Angel, on the other hand,   
   actively hated her mother. Rare was the day that they didn't get into a   
   least one screaming match.   
      
   Angel was a wild child that did pretty much what she pleased when she   
   wanted with little or no interference from her mother. He was shocked   
   by this at first but after one late night conversation with Tansy, the   
   lady was more than a little drunk at the time, he got a major clue to   
   as why. Angel had been conceived during a late night backseat romp   
   while Tansy was still in high school. After hearing she was pregnant   
      
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