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This story is about Adult Babies. That is adults who role play as babies. All reference to babies or minors or similar in this story refer to adults acting like babies and NOT adults substituting for minors. This story has nothing to do with child pornography.
6:30 a.m. " Time to rise and shine," Tammy Hudson told herself, as she rose from her bed. She
couldn't believe how relaxed she had been waking up in the morning these past two weeks. She
was brought from her revelrie by a sudden thought. She slowly lowered her hand down to her satin
panties, closed her eyes, and shook her head. Maybe she could pretend it didn't happen if she
kept her eyes closed, but her hand told her the truth. "DAMN!!!!" she swore out loud, wiping her
hand on the bath robe lying on the floor. Turning back around, she laid her hand on the mattress.
It was soaked. For the third night in a row, Tamara Christine Hudson had wet her bed and panties,
"just like a baby", she thought. "Screw this, I'm calling into work sick and making an appointment
with Dr. Monroe. There has to be something wrong with the system there somewhere. A grown
woman doesn't pee the bed." An inner voice said somewhere in the back of her mind, "All babies
pee in their diapers," but she paid no attention to it. She stripped off the wet panties, threw them
in the bathroom sink to soak, and took a shower to wash the smell of urine from her body. As the
water ran down her body, she was deep in thought. Maybe it's a urinary tract infection. Not likely,
she hadn't had one of those in years. Bladder infection? Possible. Could it be pent up anxiety from
quitting smoking two weeks ago? Maybe. As she stepped from the shower, she saw the black
panties floating in a yellow tinted pool of water. It HAD to be something. She dressed herself in a
pair of jeans, and a blouse. "Jeez, I don't recall this blouse being this hard to button," she thought
to herself. She inspected the buttons and the buttonholes, but couldn't find anything wrong with
them, and just passed her awkwardness off to nervousness from the previous problem. She picked
up the phone, and dialed the number of the store she worked at. "Hello? Missy? Let me talk to
Shawna." After a few seconds, she continued, "Yeah, Shawna? I'm going to take part of the day
off. Going to go see the doctor. Oh, no....nothing major. Just want some tests ran. Maybe I'll tell
you about it in the next hundred years..." she laughed. "Okay, should be in by one or two....see
you then." She hung up the phone, grabbed her car keys, and went out the door. She hated
sitting in the doctor's office. God only knew what disease some schmuck would bring in the door
with them, and you could walk out the door with something deadly, and never even knew where
you got it. Today was different, though. She was the only one there, and the nurse told her it
would be a few minutes, but she was definitely the first in line. As she sat there, making idle chit-
chat with the nurse, a young woman came in, carrying a small baby. The baby was crying, and the
mother hurried over and took a seat, cooing to it, to try to make it settle. "Is there a problem, Mrs.
Taylor?" the nurse asked her. "Yes, it seems that Amanda is a little late for her feeding and has
decided to proclaim her fate to the world. I'm terribly sorry." Tammy smiled at the woman
politely, as the nurse asked, "Bottle or breast?" "Breast," was the reply. The nurse looked down her
schedule and said, "You two are the only one's scheduled for the next two hours, so that means
there won't be any men in here to disturb you, if you want to feed her." "Oh, that would be a relief.
I'm starting to leak a little, and she IS hungry....". Looking at Tammy, she asked, "would you
mind?" "Of course not," Tammy replied, smiling. With that, the woman undid several of the top
buttons on her blouse, and revealed a nursing bra. She pulled the velcro flap loose, and Tammy
could see a drop of milk on her exposed nipple. Suddenly, Tammy's taste buds began to salivate,
and as the woman put the child to her breast, Tammy began unknowingly to suck softly on her
lower lip. She was beginning to feel something between her legs, and quickly glanced down to see
if she was peeing again. She wasn't, but what was that feeling? It wasn't exactly horniness, but
sort of the same warm sensation. "Am I turning lesbian or something? " she questioned herself,
staring at the child suckling on the woman's breast. She was brought back to reality by the nurse's
voice saying, "Tamara, the doctor will see you now..." "What? Okay."
She rose from her chair, all the while watching the breast feeding infant, and went through the doorway into the examination room. Once inside the room, she went through the routine of weigh-in, heights and vitals, then the nurse asked, "And what do you need to see Dr. Monroe about today, Tamara?" "Do you mind if I just tell the doctor? It's a little embarrassing..." "But I am the nurse that prepares the doctor for your problem. I've heard everything, don't be ashamed. "If it's all the same to you?" Tammy asked quietly. "Well, alright then...the doctor will be in to see you in a few minutes," the nurse snorted. She dropped the files in the hanger on the door, and pulled it shut a little harder than usual. Within five minutes, a portly man with salt and pepper hair, and glasses riding down his nose entered the room. He looked over the frames at Tammy, and smiled. "So, Tammy, you're the one that has Lucy's feathers ruffled? It's good for her on occasion, keeps her humble." He smiled again, easing the tension that was still in the room. "Yeah, I've got this problem that I don't want anyone to know about..." Tammy began. "There is no big deal. A doctor patient relationship is sacred, especially since I'm the one that brought you into the world. Now, what's the trouble?" "Well, you see, I stopped smoking a couple of weeks ago..." "You did? Congratulation, Tammy. I'm proud of you. How many years had you smoked?" "17, and thank you, doctor, but back to the problem at hand." "Oh, yes. What is it?" "Well, I think that maybe it was too stressful on me. The past three nights I've peed my bed." "Hmmmmmm...." Monroe said, as he scratched his chin in thought. "possible, but not probable. How about I get you an appointment for some outpatient testing? Won't take over an hour, and guaranteed not to hurt too much." "That will be fine, doctor. When?" "How about today?" "Okay, suits me. Let's do it." With no more words, Doctor Monroe left the room, only to return a few minutes later. "You're scheduled at 1 today. Can you make that?" "Yeah, I'll just call Shawna and let her know what's going on." "Fine then. I'll contact you sometime this evening about the results, but I can almost guarantee nothing major is wrong. Don't worry about a thing." "I trust you, Doctor, so I won't even think about the tortures that you're going to have them inflict on my body..." she laughed. "Well, the first torture starts now," he said, handing her her patient files. "Give these to Lucy on your way out, and tell her 'bye', would you?" You could see the impishness dancing in his eyes. He left the room, chuckling to himself, and Tammy left the room after him, stepping out into the waiting room. She handed the files to Lucy, who just glared at her, and noticed the woman still nursing the baby.
Tammy could almost swear that she could smell the mother's milk. She left the office, stopped by a payphone, and called Shawna at the shop. After convincing Shawna that Tammy wasn't going to die the next day, she told her that she would be in later that afternoon, but that Doctor Monroe was going to call with the test results. She drove herself to the hospital, and after filling out three different forms, she was admitted into the lab. The nurse came in the room, stuck her with a needle, and took three small vials of blood, and said, "You can leave now. The doctor will contact you with our findings." "That's it? Three vials of blood, and I had to sign my life away?" "I know...I know, sweetie....it's called hospital protocol. Be glad you don't work here." The nurse left the lab with the blood, and Tammy left the hospital and drove on to work. The moment she entered the apparel shop, she was hounded by Shawna on the condition of her health. "Are you sure you're going to be alright? What's the problem? You can tell me, Tams..." "It's just something I'd rather not discuss right now. In good time, I'll tell you, but right now, just let me cope with it, okay? "If you say so," Shawna replied," but if you need anything, just let me know, okay?" "Yeah, sure," Tammy said, busying her hands with an alteration, but her mind on the bed-wetting. Again, she found her fingers not moving as quite as nimbly as before, but again passed it off to stress. She kept herself occupied doing little odd jobs around the shop, jumping every time the phone rang. Finally, after what she thought must have been the millionth phone call of the day, Shawna handed her the receiver and said, "It's Doctor Monroe." She immediately grabbed the phone and said, "Hello?" "Tammy, this is Dr. Monroe. I'm afraid that you're going to live another hundred years. The tests all came out fine. You're as healthy as a horse." "Okay, Tom," she called him by his first name when she wanted to get serious. "This is no shit? The tests don't show a thing?" "Nada. No shit. Couldn't be any more normal, as a matter of fact. You have the body of a twelve year old," he laughed. "Got to go, Lucy is raising hell about another patient. If you have anymore problems, let me know. This could be more psychological than anything else.
It will probably pass." "But what do I do about wetting the..the problem?" She had caught herslf in time. "Wear diapers and use a plastic sheet," he quipped. "Tammy this is nothing to worry about. If it happens again, just let me know." "You're about as funny as a rubber crutch, you know that? I hope you develop this problem sometime, then I can laugh," she said, teasingly. "Love ya, Tom." "You too, Tammy. Bye." She hung up the phone, and again was being quizzed by Shawna, this time with help from Missy. "Tom said the rabbit died, now I need to find the father and let him know. I think it might have been that gypsy that I went out with last week." "Smartass....what did he really say?" "This too shall pass, basically," Tammy said "Well, what is it?" Missy chimed in. "I'll tell you later. I'm kind of tired. Is it alright if I go on home?" "Sure, Tams, we got you covered. Just go home and get better. Okay?" Shawna asked. "I'm going to be fine. I'm going to go by Wal-Mart before I head home, need anything?" "A tall, rich handsome man, if they have any in stock," Shawna said. "Double that order," Missy yelled. "Hell, I'll triple it if they have enough," Tammy replied, laughing as she walked out the door toward her car. The parking lot was a mess, but Tammy finally found a place to park, and went into the store. There was a sale on infant merchandise, and there were some toys lying on a table near the door. Tammy suddenly realized that she had been gawking over the bright colors and shapes of the toys for over ten minutes, and looked around to see if anyone was watching. There wasn't, so she went farther back in the store, and started picking up the odds and ends that she needed for home. She passed through the baby aisle, and something caught her eye. It was a string of pacifiers hanging on a rack. She caught herself sucking on her lower lip this time, but the glow was still between her legs. She consciously had to make an effort to keep from sucking her lower lip, and rubbing her crotch in front of everyone. "It has to be tension from quitting smoking," she thought to herself.
She still found herself wanting a cigarette on occasion, and suddenly it dawned on her. She had heard of people, actual adult people, using pacifiers to help curb the sensation for smoking. Why couldn't she? She looked through the rack, found a design that she liked, and threw it in the shopping cart. At the checkout, the lady running the scanner gave her a strange glance when she threw the pacifier on the counter, but didn't say a word. "It's for my sister's baby," Tammy said. "Think he'll like it?" "All babies like all pacifiers. Got three kids at home. It doesn't matter what it looks like, as long as it's suckable," she responded non-chalantly. "Okay, just asking," Tammy said, paying for the items and walking out of the store. She got home, and just realized how tired she was. She fixed herself a cup of hot chocolate, slipped on her headphones, and laid down on the couch. Sipping the cocoa, she noticed the dummy lying on the coffee table. She picked it up and studied it closely. The nipple looked so soothing, and she could almost feel it in her mouth. There was that feeling again, between her legs, but she ignored it. She laid the pacifier back on the table, laid her cup of chocolate beside it, and went to sleep. When she awoke, she jumped up from the couch, and could feel her jeans were wet, along with a huge wet spot on the sofa. Looking around for something to clean it up with, she passed by a mirrored wall-hanging. Having to stop and look again at her reflection, she raised her hand to her mouth. A ring was dangling in the way of her mouth. She pulled on the ring, and the nipple of the pacifier pulled from her lips. For the shortest second, she noticed it being gone, and missed it, to the point of almost replacing it in her mouth, but the shock from seeing it there took over.
"This is getting too weird," she thought. "I know that I laid that thing on the table. I wonder how it got in my mouth?" She returned it to the coffee table, went to the kitchen to get the stain remover, and knelt over the couch and began scrubbing. As she wiped, her mind wandered off, daydreaming about nothing in particular, and after what she thought was a few minutes, realized her vision was blurring. She noticed that her urine-soaked jeans were beginning to get cold and miserable, but her vision was the thing that scared her most. She brought her hand to her cheek, and to her surprise, found tears rolling down. Why was she crying? Yes, the wetness in her crotch felt terrible, but it wasn't worth crying over. As she brought her hand down, it brushed against something on her lip, and when she reached to feel what it was, she gasped. It was the pacifier, again. She had been quietly sucking on the paci as she cleaned up her mess, and didn't even remember picking it back up. As a matter of fact, she really didn't recall cleaning much of the stain. Again she laid the nipple on the table, and went back to removing the stain, this time, concentrating on the job, and not drifing off. When she had the spot removed to her satisfaction, she went to the bathroom and stripped out of her wet jeans and underwear. The one's from the night before were still in the sink, so she tossed the other pair of panties into soak with them. "This is getting ridiculous. Wetting my pants every time I go to sleep, pacifiers winding up in my mouth without knowing it...", she quickly felt her chin. Nothing there, this time. As she rinsed off the jeans in the bathtub, she began to think. "Maybe Tom's little joke about the diapers and plastic sheets might be beneficial, just for a little while. I can't pee in all of my clothes, and that old mattress won't take too much more abuse. Maybe I will go out and get some diapers at least." The warm feeling between her legs was getting stronger now, but she still tried to ignore it. She left the clothes to soak overnight, slipped on a pair of jogging pants, her headphones, and went outside and climbed in her car. Sitting behind the wheel with the keys in her hand, she suddenly realized she couldn't remember how to drive. She knew the wheel was for something, and the pedals were for something else, and the jingly things in her hand made funny noises, but how to operate it, she didn't recall. And for some odd reason, it didn't seem important. "I'll just call a cab," she thought as she got out of the car. She returned to the apartment, laughing to herself, "Wonder if me 'member how to use phone?" She picked up the phone book, and began looking at the pictures in it. One showed a picture of a taxi, so she took off her headphones, picked up the phone, and copied the same number on the keypad. The phone was answered in three rings. "Taxi," came the tinny voice on the end. "Dis Tamsy Hudson...I mean, this is Tammy Hudson, I need a taxi from 3926B Chestnut, to a drugstore and back." "He'll be there in about five minutes, lady." "Fank you." She hung up the phone, and stood looking out the door. A few minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of her apartment, and she got in. "Me need go to dwugsto.." "Excuse me?" the driver looked back in the rearview at her. "I said I needed to go to the drugstore, the one over on Elm, please." It was across town, but no one would know who she was, and no questions would be asked about why she was buying baby articles. "Okay," the driver said, as he pulled away from the curb. On the drive through the streets, he tried to make idle conversation to kill the time. "Nice weather we been havin', ain't it?" "Me not wanna talk. Uvver fings on mind, pwease." Another glance shot in the rearview. "Say what?" "I said I didn't want to talk, thank you.
I have more pressing things on my mind than the weather." "Uh....yeah...okay," a confused cab driver replied. The rest of the trip he remained silent. They pulled up in front of the Walgreen's and she got out. "Wait here, me be wight back," she told him. "Okay," was all he said. She rushed inside, and went directly to the infant section with the diapers. She picked up some cloth diapers, some pins, and extra large plastic pants, and went to the checkout. She grabbed the items up after she paid for them, and ran back out to the cab. "I dough home now," she told the driver. They cut back across town, and in the backseat where she sat, she could feel that burning in her loins that had been bothering her, but this time, she couldn't resist. She touched herself "down there", and the feeling was immense. It wasn't a sexual feeling, it was just comfortable. So comfortable that she did it again. She sighed at this caress, but it wasn't leading to an orgasm or anything. It was just so relaxing....soothing was the word. By this time, the taxi was pulling in front of her apartment. She got out, paid the driver, gave a quick, "Fank you," and disappeared inside the house. She set the bags down on the small kitchen table, and began to pull the things out. She picked up the diapers, and looked at them. They looked heavenly, and so soft. She ripped the package open, pulled one out, and rubbed it against her cheek. It was soft, and cottony. She knew that was going to feel great on her little bottom. She then pulled the plastic panties from the bag, and admired them. They were blue, with pictures of baby farm animals imprinted on them. "Duckies," she sighed. Emptying the bag, she found her pins, some baby powder, and some diaper rash ointment. She also found an unexpected surprise. There was a bottle with a nipple.
"Strange, me not wemember buying dat," she thought. "Must have fallen in the bag on the way out. I'll take it back, in the morning..." There was that feeling again. "Or will I?" By this time, it was getting pretty late in the evening, so she decided to go to bed early and take a shower in the morning. She spread and folded a fresh clean diaper on the bed, sprinkled it with powder, and rubbed it in. She slid out of the joggers, and laid down across the diaper, pulling the folds between her legs. The sensation was luxurious. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so relaxed, and comfortable. She pinned the cloth in place, and stood up. Pulling her top off, she stood in front of a mirror, and studied herself. How adorable she was in diapers. She slid the plastic pants over her hips, and began touching herself the way she had done in the taxi. There was no erotic sensation, no horniness, no wetness from lubrication, but it felt so good, just feeling herself through the cotton. Some how, she thought she wasn't going to sleep well that night, so she decided on a glass of warm milk. She went to the kitchen, poured some milk in a plastic glass, and set it in the microwave for a few seconds. As she turned from the oven, the baby bottle caught her eye. "A glass of milk, or a nice warm bottle of milk? Should me, or shouldn't me?" She couldn't resist it. She grabbed the bottle, opened it, and ran hot water in it to rinse it out. She did the same with the nipple, and when the microwave went off, she poured the contents from the glass into the bottle, and screwed the lid on. Without a second's hesitation, she shoved the nipple in her mouth and began to suck. This was GREAT! She walked through the apartment, still drinking from the bottle, grabbed her headphones and tape player, and went in and laid down on the bed. She slid the headphones on, hit "Play", and drifted off to sleep, nursing the warm milk as she dozed. She awoke the next morning to a wet diaper, an empty bottle lying on the floor, and miraculously, the pacifier back in her mouth. She showed no trace of surprise, everything thing just seemed natural, soothing and relaxing. The thought "Babies are safe and warm, and protected from harm," kept playing in her inner thoughts, but she paid them no mind. She simply changed her diaper, slid on a pair of plastic panties with duckies on them, went to the phone and calmly pressed redial. "Taxi." She removed the pacifier from her mouth. "Me want car, go to work," she said. "And where's your work, little girl?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, the address stuck out, "573 Souf Warren." "573 South Warren. And where are you?" "Fwee nine two six B, Chestnut." "Be right there." As soon as she hung up, the pacifier went back in place, her gentle sucking showing in her cheeks. She went back to the bedroom, slipped on a tee shirt, a pleated skirt over the diaper, and her tennis shoes. She left them untied. The cab pulled up and honked. She went out and climbed in, the dummy still in her mouth. The cab pulled off, and the driver looked back at her in the mirror. "Lady, can I ask you a personal question? What's with the pacifier?" She removed it just long enough to answer. "Quit smoking." "I've heard of that, does it work?" Tammy paid no attention to him. She was amazed at the colors and pretty shapes passing by her window. He pulled up in front of the shop, and she went in, not even stopping to pay him.
He walked through the door, and was immediately confronted by Shawna. "May I help you?" "That girl that just came in here stiffed my fare," he replied. "Confidentially, she's been having health problems lately. You know, a lot on her mind. How much is it? I'll pay." "Six bucks. I think she's mental, if you ask me." "No one asked you, asshole," Shawna smartly replied. "Here's ten, now get the hell out." "Gladly. Anything to escape this fuckin' looney bin." He grabbed the bill and went out the door. "Tams, could you come here a minute?" Tammy came from the back store room, and looked at Shawna quizzically. "Are you feeling okay? And why are you sucking on a pacifier? Having nicotine cravings." "Mmm-hmmm," was the only answer she received. "Okay, I want you to go back to that back aisle and do some inventory. Just don't overdo yourself, okay?" " Mmm- hmmm," and Tammy turned back to the last aisle and disappeared. As she moved from line of view, raised her skirt, reached in her diaper and pulled out her Walkman. She put on the headphones, sat down in the floor, and began to play with a shoebox she had found. The store had been busy that morning, and Shawna had been covering the register, while Missy stayed back in the store room, doing monthly inventory. An older woman approached the register, and spoke in a whisper. "Excuse me, Miss, but I think one of your employees is having a problem back there." "A problem? Oh my God! Missy, get up here and cover the register. There's something wrong with Tammy." In a few seconds, Missy was there, and Shawna took off toward the back aisle where she had sent Tammy. When she rounded the corner, she was shocked at what she saw. There was Tammy, sitting in the floor in a puddle of urine, pacifier in her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks, and listening to some kind of tape. When Tammy saw her standing there, she stretched out her arms, and began to cry harder. Shawna ran over, knelt down beside her, and cradled her in her arms. "Oh, my poor Tams, what's wrong, sweetie?" Tammy didn't say a word, just sniffled on Shawna's shoulder. "Missy! Get everyone out of here, pronto," she yelled. "And put up the closed sign!" Missy escorted all of the customers out, with an apology, and saying they would be back open after the emergency was taken care of. She went over to where the other two were in the aisle, and gasped. "My gosh! She's wearing diapers!" "Yes, and she's soaked to the skin. Run next door and get some diapers from Judy. She has six kids, surely she has some lying around somewhere." "But what if she asks what they're for?" "Just say a customer's baby had diarrhea, and she ran out of diapers." "Okay, be right back," she yelled over her shoulder as she left. "Okay, Tams, let's get you out of some of your discomfort here," Shawna said, gently laying her friend back on the floor. She raised Tammy's skirt, and pulled the panties down, and unpinned the diaper. Then she removed the headset so Tammy could hear her. "Honey, what did you do to yourself?" she asked, as she took one of the dry spots of the diaper and began to wipe pee from Tammy's genitals. She looked around and found some mild hand cream and began to rub it in and around the vulva of her friend, which elicited a slight smile from the sniffling woman-child. "If I knew what to do, I'd do it, but right now, I'm more lost than you are." Missy appeared around the shelves, carrying several diapers. "Here you go....are you CHANGING her?" "It's pretty obvious that she can't change herself. Let's see some of those diapers." Missy handed her the diapers, and a can of baby powder. "She sent the powder over, in case the lady didn't have any, and she also sent this." She was holding a baby bottle full of water. "What's that for?" "I mentioned diarrhea, and she was concerned that the baby might de-hydrate, so she sent over some water." As soon as Tammy saw the bottle, she spit out the pacifier, stretched her arms up toward Missy, and began to cry again. "What's wrong with her now?" Shawna asked, just pulling up the panties over Tammy's hips. "I think she wants... the bottle?" Missy said, confused. "Do you want this, Tammy?" The cries became louder. Missy went over beside Tammy, knelt down and helped her to a sitting position, after Shawna was done. She offered Tammy the bottle, but when she took it, her hands were clumsy and she couldn't hold on to it. It dropped on her chest and rolled off in the floor. The crying turned into screams. "Hold on, precious," Missy said, as she laid Tammy's head in the fold of her arm. She picked up the bottle, and held it to Tammy's lips. She took the nipple into her mouth, and began to suck softly, easing into Missy's arms. "Oh, my God, she's sucking it like a baby." The only response from Tammy was a sweet, innocent look in her eyes. "I think she is one, mentally that is," replied Shawna. "But what are we going to do?" "First things first. You keep her happy by feeding her the bottle, and I'll call Doctor Monroe. Maybe he'll know something." "Okay," Missy said, not taking her eyes off of Tammy. As Shawna vanished around the corner, Missy began to softly hum a lullaby, and watched her friend slowly drift off to sleep, nursing the nipple like an infant. "No, I don't know what happened, Tom, you know more than I do...I don't care if it's a medical history case. You're the doctor, you explain it." Shawna slammed down the reciever. Missy stepped from around the aisle, holding her finger to her lips. "Shhhh....she's asleep. You stay here and take care of her, and I'll go over to her place and see if I can find anything." "Good idea. Monroe's looking through his medical books to see if he can figure out what happened, and he's going to call back." Missy left the store, and Shawna stepped back to watch Tammy sleeping. Curled up in a fetal position, nipple still in her mouth, gently nursing. How innocent she looked, and not a care in the world. She was still watching her sleep when Missy walked back in with an opened envelope in her hand. "You're not going to believe this," was all she said as she handed it to Shawna. She began reading the letter, eyes widening with each line. After she was done, she stood there, mouthing the words "Oh, shit," over and over again. "You'd better call the doctor, hadn't you, Shawna?" "Yeah, I guess so, but he won't believe it," she said, reaching for the phone. "I don't either, and I've seen it." She dialed Monroe's number and began speaking to him. "Tom, Tammy received a letter in the mail today. I think you ought to hear it....okay, here goes." "Dear Ms. Hudson, we at Lextech Technologies are happy that you are using our product to help quit smoking. Our subliminal message tapes are the leading products in the world. We however should inform you that there was a packaging mistake at the processor. Instead of getting the package for smoking cessation, you received the instructions for the smoking and a different subliminal message tape. Our smoking plan is the only one that we suggest you listening to nightly for several months. The rest we suggest only possibly two nights a month, for fear of mental stability. We have found out that we have sent you our tape 'Age Regression: Treating Stress Naturally' by mistake. We will happily refund your money if you send.......Is that enough?" Shawna asked. "Yeah, I know. We don't know if this will ever wear off. It could last forever." She paused. "By the way, Tom, is there any way to induce lactation?"
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