Midget Mommy Mimi
My Bio:
Hey guys, I’m Mimi, yes, I met all your needs in a small 3-foot parcel. Not only can I change my baby's dirty diaper while standing, but if I need to suck my baby's milk, I can *blink* before or after changing the baby's dirty diaper! Have you ever wondered what it's like for such a small mother to feed you with her breasts and wait for you to suck them dry? Well, go to mom's room, she has a closet full of diapers, specially for you to change clothes! I know I am very young, but I am full of mother's love, and I will definitely take care of her baby in a great way! The best part of being a little mom is that if you want to be my father, as a little girl, I fit your knees, and I like being a little girl as a daddy. I can change your diaper, I cry like a perfect baby. I can climb directly into my bed and let my father come to see me in the middle of the night. I hope my father can tell me more secrets. I promise I will not tell my mother what my father did while sleeping. If I wet the bed, can you turn my little body over and spank me to wet the bed?
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Body Worship
Breastfeeding
Midget Mommy
Mommy/Son Roleplay
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December 2, 2010
our jowls crashing like cymbals, while my baby brother takes out his eight-ball left eye and squints his right to line up his shot on the world’s smallest pool table. Mother has a camera for a head; it flashes uncontrollably though she claims to have run out of film a hundred years ago, when father’s penis, an unstoppable spigot, became a garden sprinkler, contained by adult diapers, changed hourly, and hourly, my sister— shuffling out of her hiding place in the cuckoo clock, her hair a mess of paper clips, a Raggedy Ann doll in her arms—sighs to pass the time. Water seeps through the ceiling, because upstairs the bathtub overflows, for Grandma has forgotten the bath she’s drawn, and on the stove the gas is high, the flames are heating up a pudding over which my opa whispers: boil, boil, loyal rubble, follow me to the end of my life. by Christopher Shannon Minnie
November 5, 2010
Don’t bring camels in the classroom. Don’t bring scorpions to school. Don’t bring rhinos, rats, or reindeer. Don’t bring mice or moose or mule. Pull your penguin off the playground. Put your python in a tree. Place your platypus wherever you think platypi should be. Lose your leopard and your lemur. Leave your llama and your leech. Take your tiger, toad, and toucan anywhere but where they teach. Send your wombat and your weasel with your wasp and wolverine. Hide your hedgehog and hyena where you’re sure they won’t be seen. Please get rid of your gorilla. Please kick out your kangaroo. No, the teacher didn’t mean it when she called the class a “zoo. by Kenn Nesbitt Minnie