Baby Betsy
My Bio:
Hi, this is Bessie baby. I like to be a baby, and I like to be changed and spoiled by a loving mom or dad. I like breastfeeding and my mother feeds me her warm and soft milk-filled tits. I also like my dad to change me and spend more time applying diaper rash medicine to me. Of course it was because he said he wanted to make sure his children were adequately protected, but it felt good. Taking a shower is one of my favorite moments. When Dad took off my clothes and asked me to sit in the bathtub gently, waiting for me to finish the bath, and then he kept foaming for me to play. He filled my bathtub with bath toys bought for me. I like my building blocks, the rubber duck is the best. Before I started washing and getting ready for bed, he made sure I had a good time. After the bath time, my dad applied lotion to me because he said that our bodies need to drink water so that my dad can feel soft. So after washing the lotion, he put my diaper on me and put me next to him so that I could fall asleep. Before I fall asleep, he will make sure that I am well and relaxed. He would play my favorite lullaby and massage me to sleep. I hope you can come and be my new dad because he has been working here day and night recently. Do I really want to play? Love baby bessie
Love Baby Betsy
This is the 1st item
This is the 2nd item
Being Changed by Daddy
Wearing Diapys
Playing in Nursery
Bottle Feeding
[contact-form-7 id="13877" title="Contact page"]
Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
October 20, 2011
DEAR READERS, MY LYRICS WRITTEN BELOW, ARE TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF THE LULLABY ENTITLED “HUSH LITTLE BABY” **************** Hush prissy sissy, don’t say a word, Mo-mmys sick of you act-ing ab-surd… If you’re whin-ing does not stop, Go-nna pin you down and jump on top… If you still keep sa-ssin’ me, Mo-mmys go-nna throw a-way the key… To your hand-cuffs locked up tight, Give in si-ssy you can’t fight… First you will be cor-set-ed, Your tu-mmy will be sucked in.. That’s too bad if you can’t breathe, […]
October 20, 2011
You get a call from me at work – I’m disturbingly cold as I inform you that I know what you have done…and there will be consequences…severe consequences for your actions, and then I simply hang up. You are left in a state of panic as you search your brain for a clue as to what I have discovered, taking an inventory of what wrongs you have perpetrated (it could be one of many you surmise). When you arrive home, you call out for me, but no voice answers back. […]