Aunt Ginger and her husband Jim were thrilled when they recieved the phone call from Mildred early on Sunday moring. Mildred was Ginger's younger sister and she was still in her twenties. Mildred had a two year old daugher named Pamela and she needed a babysitter for the afternoon. Needless to say, both Ginger and Jim were excited to be asked to help out - but not for the reasons young Mildred would ever suspect.
While they were on the phone, Ginger could hear little Pamela whining in the background and screaming like the little brat that she was. It was difficult for Ginger to converse while she spoke to Mildred over the phone.
"I'm sorry about the noise Ginny. Pammy needs a change and I have to get off the phone. You sure you and Jim don't mind watching her today?"
"Not at all Milly. Jim and I were just sitting around watching TV anyway. Bring her right over. We'll take good care of her."
Ginger was 33 years of age and had met Jim in an online chat room a few years ago. It was there that she learned that there was more to life than just lusting after teen and preteen girls.
Ginger was a lesbian and closet pedophile to boot. She secretly lusted after preteen girls around the ages of 10 to 12. But when she met Jim online, she learned that there were other people out there that liked girls much younger than that!
Jim had slowly revealed his interests to her and it soon became apparent that he enjoyed very younger girls - girls that had not even entered preschool yet. He had generously sent her some pictures of the daycare and nursery facilites he liked to scope out and enjoy during his afternoons of watching from his parked car across the street. He had begun sending her pictures of little toddler girls sliding down miniature sliding boards and toddling around in the daycare playground - usually located in some obscure backyard. Jim didn't like fancy daycare centers because the children were usually kept inside. The kind he liked were the "lower end" daycare centers that usually consisted of a small (white trash) house with simple items - like a basic swingset and cheap plastic sliding boards in the back yard.
Ginger liked young girls too. And her age of attraction had gotten lower and lower over the years. But it had never reached this low until she had met Jim. It was through him that she became aquainted with the mysterious wonderland of baby and toddler girls. The cute little pigtails and bows their hair had been done up in. Their sweet little sundresses. And (during the summer time) those adorable Disney diapers they could be seen toddling around in - almost nude due to the excessive heat.
Over time, Jim began to trust Ginger more and was suprised when she asked him if he could send her some "souvineers" in the mail. Jim was more than delighted to oblige. He had a young niece (Gail) that he babysat for occasionally and had spend many mornings, afternoons, and evenings with. Gail was four years old at the time that he and Ginger had begun chatting in earnest.
At first, Jim would send Ginger what would be the first of many signals that he was a true nepiophile (baby and toddler lover). Ginger would gasp and become engulfed in a fever of lust when she recieved the first series of "gifts" from Jim's niece.
The first few packages were innocent enough. They contained little sippy cups that little Gail had used to drink out of. Precious little anklets and t-shirts came next.
Then the items became more personal. To Ginger's delight, Jim began sending her Gail's precious little underpants. Some of them had unicorns on them while others contained characters like Winnie the Pooh and Tiger. Other were made with lace and colered in precious adorable pink. Ginger loved the little cotton ones the best - especially the Cinderella undies.
Soon, more baby panties came. But this time something was different. When Ginger placed them up to her nose to inspect them, she discovered that they were...USED! Ginger began to cream her nylons when she began recieving these. One of her favorites was a little pair of white and yellow panties decorated with flowers and daisies on them. But inside was a special "gift" that Gail had made just for her...a little spot of stale pee pee! Apparently little Gail had made an "accident" in the frontal crotch of her daisy flower underpants and Jim wanted Ginger to get a sense of what he REALLY enjoyed about the wonderful world of toddlers.
More gifts came. But this time they were not from little Gail. They were from Jim's exploits in dumpster diving at his favorite nursery and daycare hangouts. These new gifts would prove to be the ultimate test of Ginger's theshold and tolerace for his extreme nepiophilia tastes.
When Ginger opened a box that came in the mail one day from Jim, she discovered a small plastic bag inside. When she pulled it out, the faint odors of stale urine, baby powder, and hints of child feces entered her nostrils.
At first, Ginger's natural inhibitions took over. She could deal with the smell of a child's wee wee stains, and the scent of baby powder made her cream her panties almost every time.
But this time was different...
Ginger had withdrawn the small plastic bag from the box and looked inside. The contents of the bag consisted of several used diapers that had been folded up or taped shut and thrown away - presumably in the daycare diaper pale, then later on placed in the dumpster. Feeling a bit shameful and embarrased by her own curiousity, Ginger closed all the shutters around her apartment and began opening some of the sweet and precious disposable diapers.
The first diaper was small, baby blue, and had obviously been used by a boy. She opened it to find a large puddle of baby boy piss directly in the center of the crotch. It was damp and coated in bright yellow. She briefly held it to her nose and quivered with womanly lust. Then she taped it back up and put it back in the plastic bag.
The next diaper she looked at was taped shut very securely. It was slightly bigger in size and was white with pink trim - obviously the mark of a little girl diaper. Ginger untaped the diaper and opened it. Just below the Cinderella character was a small pile of bunched up baby wipes with little brown streaks on them. Quivering with shameful - yet uncontrollable lust, Ginger removed the dirty smudged baby wipes and gazed upon a medium sized pile of soft - light brown "squoosh."
Ginger held her nose and turned her head away in shame. This was her very first time looking at a child's dirty diaper directly from the inside. But it wasn't just the shameful site of child poop that made her cringe with guilt. It was the other things she began imagining almost immediately after she set her sights on the small brown mess.
Ginger imagined a little girl of about two years old (the same age as her niece Pamela). She imagined the cute little girl wearing the diaper and smiling and playing with her dollies in the nursery and feeling quite happy and content. Then her thoughts became sick and twisted as she pictured the cute little tyke squatting down somewhere in the corner of the nursery and squeezing the soft crud into the back of her Disney pamper the soft brown pile of filth engulfing the confines of the diaper and spreading itself all around the globes of her soft pale white bottom.
Ginger quivered in shame as her imagination continued to run wild as she stared at the open diaper filled with soft adorable baby poop. She imagined the little girl begining to whimper and pout as she began to feel the disgusting warmth spread all around the base of her soft cunny and precious baby bottom - her cute little hiney beginning to stink like a cheap little tramp.
Ginger would no longer control herself that day. She masturbated to the soiled diaper and even began to enjoy its sweet and precious odor. From that day on, all her thoughts and inhibitions involving toddler girls vanished. She became sicker and sicker with dirty pedophile lust. Now it was at the tipping point where she was ready to take the next step and cross the line...to molest her very own niece - Pamela! And she could think of nothing better than to share her very first child molesting experience with the man who introduced her to the pleasures and joys of nepiophilia - her new husband Jim!
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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