the long weekend THE LONG WEEKEND.
Ashlie was crying so hard, it made it hard for her to drive. As she wiped the tears from her eyes she reflected back to all the years she had put into her job. All those years wasted because of a he said she said battle with another employee. Ashlie's boss, Tim, had enough and decided that it would be best if both women were let go. Ashlie couldn't control her crying. she didn't know what she was going to do. She always had a job.
As she pulled up to the stop light, she angrily hit the steering wheel and screamed, "Shit Shit Shit!", she needed to figure something out. As the light turned green Ashlie pushed on the accelerator and drove through the intersection towards her house. Her eyes were redden with sadness and as she pulled in
the small addition. ch 5.Ashlie was laying in the crib half awake, listening to the soft lullaby from the Mobil above her when her stomach began to knot up. It felt like gas and she needed to fart to relive the pressure. With no one around and the door to the nursery closed, Ashlie let out a small muffled fart. Right away she cringed at the smell and waved her hand in front of her face. Even after passing gas, her stomach still hurt. Than a bubbly gurgle hit her gut. Ashlie felt like she was going to have diarrhea. She leaned up from the bed and tossed the blanket aside as she began to panic. She needed to get to the bathroom, fast. Ashlie stood up and reached for the railing but couldn't reach it because it was to high up.
Thinking on her feet, she flashed back to the playpen and how she got out of it. Frantically, Ashlie looked around the crib to see if she could use anything to hoist herself up. This time she was out of luck though. The crib had nothing really in it. As Ashlie stood on her blanket and a ted
A wrong detour.Ashlie Miles and her closest friend Stacy Reynolds where waiting patiently in line at Starbucks, when an older lady behind them unexpectedly announced, "Excuse me miss?"
Both Ashlie and Stacy turned to see what the lady wanted, but it was Stacy who the lady was addressing.
"Can I help you?" Stacy cheerfully inquired, not knowing who the woman was, or what the lady wanted.
The woman smiled warmly and gave Stacy what she thought was a compliment, "I just wanted to say that your daughter is well behaved, last time I was in here there was a kid who was just running wild, and I've been behind you two and haven't heard one peep from her. So well mannered!"
Stacy was thrown off by the statement, but Ashlie knew right away that the woman was referring to her as the child in compliment.
"Excuse me, I'm not a child. I'm 21 years old." Ashlie said with a hint of annoyance to her voice.
Stacy gave out a small but muffled giggle as she realized what had just happened.&
the small addition. ch 6.Ashlie anxiously patted her knees with the palm of her hands and whimpered. She desperately needed to pee. Carefully she stood herself up and spied through the slats of the crib to see if the baby monitor was on. With her string of luck it wasn't even on the dresser. It was still in Lisa's room!
"Susan?" Ashlie cried out as she slightly bent her knees in desperation. The pain in her bladder was becoming to much to bear.
Ashlie felt a bit of dread as she waited for the door to open. Wetting herself right after having a conversation about not wetting herself would only prove Susan's point about wearing a diaper. Ashlie hysterically looked to the bedroom door and loudly blurted "SUSAN!", As she used one hand to cup her thickly padded crouch.
Ashlie rested her head against the slats of the crib and whimpered "come on Susan..." As she fought the urge to pee. Her knees were almost buckled, but slightly forced apart from the diaper. With as much strength as she could, Ashlie pressed her hand
the small addition. ch 4Lisa picked Ashlie up off the changing table and set her in the ground by her feet. With a bit of annoyance, Ashlie shifted the oversized tank top to cover both of her breast, but found no matter what she did, the sides of her boobs were poking out. Knowing there was nothing she could do, Ashlie sighed and mumbled "what now Lisa."
Lisa was smiling wildly as she looked down on the shrunken woman and replied "lets go to the living room Annie. Michelle is in there and I've got some chores to do before mom gets home. You can kick back and watch some television and just....hang out."
Ashlie looked up at Lisa and didn't know what to say or think. Was this some sick joke or was Lisa being nice. "sounds good...." Said Ashlie as she began to walk towards the bedroom door.
Lisa followed behind Ashlie and watched as the oversized cloth training pants moved side to side with each step. Lisa wanted to laugh but kept her giggles at a minimum.
Ashlie was feeling the eyes of the giant teenager on her
the small addition. ch 3.Ashlie's eyes popped open when she heard the door to the nursery open. The thirty three year old woman hazily slapped her mittened hand on the mattress in frustration when she realized that she could not even sit up to see who had came in.
"Good morning Annie!" Boomed Lisa's voice as she walked up to the side of the crib.
Ashlie turned her head and saw Lisa leaning over the edge of the crib, reaching for her. Lisa carefully scooped her out of the crib and carried her to the changing table.
"Where is Michelle?" Ashlie asked, looking over to the now empty crib.
"Oh, she’s playing in her play pen." Lisa replied, as she laid the tiny woman on her back and began to untie the drawstring of the gown. Once untied, Lisa lifted the gown up over Ashlie's waist.
Ashlie gasped in horror when Lisa slowly inserted a finger into the leg band of the diaper and prodded around.
"HEY! What do you think you’re doing?" Ashlie yelled as she tried to twist away from this invasion.
"Just checking t
A small addition. ch 2.Susan’s 15-year-old daughter, Lisa, was the first to arrive home from school that day. Beating her younger sister Linda by almost an hour. As Lisa casually walked through the house, she found her mother in the laundry room, putting a load of clothes into the wash.
"Honey, would you mind checking on ‘Chelle for me?" Said Susan as she shoved a load of clothes into the dryer.
"Sure, mom!" Lisa replied cheerfully, "anything else you need help with?"
Susan glanced over her shoulder to her daughter and admitted "no, I'm going to get a load going in the wash. I'm a little behind on chores today. Than I will be out there. Thanks though."
As Lisa cheerfully walked out of the Laundry room she was not aware that Michelle had fallen asleep in her playpen in the living room, so she naturally headed for the nursery down the hall.
Lisa playfully tip-toed through the hallway before silently walking into the nursery. As far as she could tell Michelle was sitting in the crib with her back to