(Finished) A Little Limerick -- (Author) Danielle

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Author: Danielle
Timestamp: May 30, 2024 at 11:15 PM
Content: I wrote this years ago. Thought I'd share.

There once was a conflicted young man
Who'd wear diapers whenever he can.
His wife didn't approve,
And it wouldn't behoove
Him to go in his pants, not the can.

The man was quite small in size
In more ways than one, I surmise.
It didn't bother his wife
To spend their whole life
With each other despite this surprise.

He so longed for her consent
(On rare occasions she would relent)
To don "paci" and bib,
Be sent to his crib,
With a sound spanking before he went.

His wife preferred him all adult male.
And, he dutifully performed without fail.
As her spouse he'd abide,
But was a child inside.
What kind of solution would that ever entail.

He mysteriously started wetting his pants.
(Wife's secret plan, we would find, not by chance.)
He had great concern
His wife would discern
That HE caused this strange turn of events.

Though he preferred to be a baby boy,
And his wife's infantile toy,
She said, "Give it a whirl
As my little girl
As that is what would give ME the most joy."

Her favorite color for him was pink.
Very feminine, don't you think?
With ribbons and curl,
He made a passable girl,
At least with a diaper that he could make stink.

So his playing baby girl began
Where he'd give up his being a man.
And she made it quite fun
To be a girl, aged one.
We'd find later it was all part of her grand plan.

Her plan to have full time romance
Could be had through his full time wet pants.
Now always in diaper
Because of a little drug helper
She'd regress him to the world of infants

Though when wet, he's play with himself
Inappropriately for such a young elf.
With pink bows and pink nightie,
And pink ruffles on didie,
She had to stop his show of "male wealth".

She'd decided he'd satisfy her no more.
For both, his desires made it a chore.
But his self rubbing bit
Wouldn't quite fit
With the lifestyle he was being trained for.

He was more baby like each day than before.
In her eyes not an adult any more.
She had him hypnotized
To stay baby sized
With lots more of that treatment in store.

Baby Hubby was comfortably rich.
Even if wanted, she wouldn't him ditch.
She'd fill each's desires,
Him diapers, her sires.
"Mommy" could then scratch her own little itch.

They started with a strong POA.
In everything she'd have final say.
With this in hand,
It was working as planned.
He'd give up adulthood for alway.

Adult adoption would be his big coo.
But he didn't think it all through.
ANY sexual act
Would be incest, in fact.
Being intimate they nevermore could do.

They went to a Judge of Probate
To make official his babyhood state.
One spouse legally "Mommy",
The other a year-old girl baby,
No longer pretend, but his long wanted fate.

The judge warned that there's no turning back.
Total babyhood should be enforced with a whack.
Mom's are free to choose
Their own path to use,
Except baby's care would NEVER be in lack.

It was fun and games for a while,
Living mommy / baby girl lifestyle.
Procedures, operations,
and some more medications,
Made him more girlish and more infantile.

Yet, mommies still need a real guy,
A man with whom she can stand by.
She searched, found a mate
with whom she could relate,
A REAL man with whom she could lie.

When baby girl found out, she cried,
"It was supposed to be us two! She lied!"
Mommy took baby's hand,
"You're too immature to understand.
You are a baby. HE'S the one by my side."

"This is now how every day will be:
Sleep in your crib in your own nursery."
She raised her voice,
"You made your choice!
Master bedrooms are off limits to Baby."

It's true, this man traded his rights,
To become baby girl all days and nights.
She's now mommy, not friend;
Babyhood would never end;
No adult passion, just dolls and night lights.

Baby will always have her loving mother.
Baby chose this life over the other.
But now it's so little
She can't even diddle.
Baby girls should beware what they wish for.

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Author: Danielle
Timestamp: Jun 2, 2024 at 4:49 AM
Content:

Growler0128 said:

the way you were wording the story was sorta DR. SUESSish.
I LIKED it please do more.

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Thank you for your comments, kind sir.
It's so long ago I wrote it, it's just a blur.
I DO like Suess'
Technique that he uses,
Though not intentional, it does sound SUESSish. I concur.