Copyright � 2002, H. Grant.

COMMENTS: Warning! This story contains pedophilia and scat related activity!

STORY CODES: Mg,extreme pedo,oral,anal,diapers,ws,scat

STORY INTRO: This dark story begins with a desperate divorced mother
looking to earn extra money by modeling her only daughter - four year old
Chrissy. Enter Mr. Sellers who is a photographer involved with the sale of
child and baby products. Little does the desperate mother know that
Mr. Sellers is actually a child pornographer who specializes in getting
helpless children to perform twisted and perverse acts for the pleasure of
his underground business customers. Be warned! This story is only for the
sick minded!

Little Chrissy: Pamper Model

By H. Grant

When little Chrissy crawled out of her bed and waddled down the hall,
she had no idea what was in store for her that morning - or the weekend for
that matter. Her mother Deloris had been busy making several phone calls to
various modeling agencies trying to find work for her adorable daughter. At
four years old, Chrissy was indeed a charmer. With gorgeous strawberry red
hair and a delightful disposition, who could not like her. Chrissy had a
cute petite body for a four year old. Her pure white skin and tiny girlish
thighs went well with her soft little bottom. Ever since she had won a Tiny
Tot modeling contest at her pre-school, Deloris saw dollar signs immediately.
Child models earned a good amount of money provided they were directed well
and managed correctly.

Deloris's husband had divorced her after she gave birth to Chrissy
and so it was no hidden fact that she needed the money desperately. Deloris
had little education and was stuck working at a low-end retail store for a
measly $8.00 per hour. This was hardly enough to pay for apartment rent and
auto costs - let alone food and toys for her only child. As a result,
Deloris had to put in extra hours just to make ends meet. Her only solace
was the fact that she was permitted to take her child with her to work -
thereby saving a fortune on daycare costs. The retail store had a small
playroom in the back for the mothers to place their children while they
worked. It was a generous company perk that went along with modest health
care benefits.

Little Chrissy waddled into the small kitchen just as her mother
hung up the phone. There were no leads in the modeling industry today.
Deloris smiled down at her beautiful daughter trying desperately to hide
her growing disappointment.

"Hello sweetie. Mommy's so proud of her cute lil' girl. How are
you feeling today?"

"Good mommy." Replied the cute little tart shifting from one foot
to the other.
"You'd better go potty and get dressed darlin' cause mommy's got
to be at work by nine." Explained Deloris.

"OK mommy. I'll be right back." Replied young Chrissy as she

skipped back out of the room.

Deloris buried her head in her hands and began to sob. Her luck
had run out with Chrissy - or so she thought. Little did she know that
today would be her lucky day. Once at work, the situation changed
dramatically.

"Hello there. Are you the mother of that cute little red-headed
child in the back?" Asked a strange man approaching Deloris's checkout
counter.

"I certainly Am." Replied the young mother skeptically. "Why?

Has she been causing a problem?"

"No. Not at all. My name is Mr. Sellers." He replied extending

his hand towards her.

"I'm Deloris. Nice to meet you." Replied the young mother

extending her hand to the stranger.

She eyed him up carefully wondering if he was good dating

material. Though Deloris was only 24, she liked older men. Judging
from the looks of him, Mr. Sellers appeared to be a man of about 35. He
was modestly built with a full head of wavy blonde hair that appeared to
be matted down with gel. Overall he seemed rather handsome and seemed
good natured.

"What can I do for you?" Asked Deloris shyly.

"Well I'll shoot it to you straight Deloris." Mr. Sellers began.

"I'm looking for some young child models to help advertise various child
and baby products."

"Really?" Deloris's ears perked up immediately when she heard

this.

It was as if this young man had been heaven sent.

"What type of products do you advertise?" She asked trying to

hide her blatant excitement.

"Mostly panties and pull-ups. You know...the training kind?"

Explained Mr. Sellers.

He was careful not to mention his other products. That might

scare the woman off a bit.

"Certainly. My little one just graduated out of them recently."

Deloris smiled.

"Well that's just dandy." Replied the stranger shedding a warm

smile. "How old is she?"

"She's four years old. Though she'll be turning five in a few

months." Replied Deloris.
"And she just got out of training pants?" Asked Mr. Sellers
trying to keep his pleasant surprise to a minimum.

"Well yeah." Replied Deloris sounding a bit embarrassed.

"She's kind of a slow learner you know. Not too bright. But she's got
it where it counts and that's modeling."

"Are you serious? You mean she's modeled before?" Asked Mr.
Sellers as his prick began to grow in his pants.

This was exactly the type of little girl that Mr. Sellers
secretly wanted. The kind that was very dim witted and impressionable.
It appeared from the mother's description that Chrissy fit the bill
perfectly.

"She has indeed modeled before. It was in a pre-school Tiny Tot

contest." Replied Deloris hoping that this credential would help land
her daughter the position.

"And all she had to do was be cute and smile for the camera?"
Asked Mr. Sellers - his prick now bulging to the extreme.

"That's about it Mr. Sellers. She was the most adorable child
in her pre-school class." Deloris boasted.

Mr. Sellers had this woman measured up from the start - a poor
woman stuck in a low-end job obviously divorced having to take her
daughter to work. It was plain to see that getting Deloris to allow
her child to model for him would be very little trouble. She seemed
excited as soon as he mentioned that he was working for a children's
line of clothing. Still, he had to be careful not to let on how
excited he was about little Chrissy. So he took the hard line approach.
He wanted to impress upon the mother how difficult it was for the
"right" child to model for his "agency" and what a privilege it was to
be selected as such.

"I must be honest with you Deloris." Mr. Sellers began

tactfully. "A lot of preliminary work has to be done before I decide
whether or not to use your daughter for this type of modeling. For
one thing, she may be a bit too old to model for most of my products."

"Of course." Responded Deloris showing a look of worry. "You

mean the training pants."

"Exactly." Replied Mr. Sellers eyeing her worried expression

carefully. "She seems like a good looking kid, but we'll have to see
if she has the right measurements and stuff."

"What do you mean? Will she have to undress?" Asked Deloris

showing her first signs of hesitation.

Mr. Sellers was prepared for this type of response having

received it many times before from mothers just like her. Now it was
time to talk money.

"Well I'll be honest Deloris. There is a lot of money to be

made in this business. But it all depends on the child's cooperation.
I just gave my last model almost $1,000 for her work. Her mother was
very cooperative in letting her daughter model the outfits and the
child was very...shall we say...agreeable."

When Deloris heard the amount of money that her daughter could
potentially make, she became very excited and her hesitation vanished
almost as quickly as it had risen.

"I'm sure that my little Chrissy would love the opportunity to

model for you sir." She began. "She's very accommodating."

"Are you sure?" Asked Mr. Sellers. "The preliminary modeling

requires hours of work and measuring - further more it requires a
heightened degree of concentration on my part. The less people
involved, the better focused I am with my work. You have the option
of accompanying your child during the sessions, but the process would
go much faster if the sessions were more...private. I'm sure you
understand."

Again the look of hesitation crept back into the mother's

eyes.

Mr. Sellers continued.

"With a more private setting, the chances of your child

becoming a successful model are much greater and could lead to
greater success. I have many modeling connections across the US.
If your child were to succeed, it could lead to future jobs,
better exposure, and more money."

Mr. Sellers was lying of course. Though he did have

connections throughout the US, they were not the legitimate type.
In truth, Mr. Sellers was part of a broad child pornography ring that
spanned nearly all fifty states. Little Chrissy's photos would
indeed be a hot commodity if he were to ever sell them over the
Internet in the underground newsgroups - especially the fetish ones.
Mr. Sellers had a dark and dirty secret about him. He wasn't just
an ordinary child molester using his small "agency" as a front. He
enjoyed doing some very disgusting and degrading things to the
children who modeled for him - all of whom were little girls.
But that was another story to be revealed later. For now, it
appeared that the money issue had this clueless mother bought and
sold.

"How do I know you're not a criminal?" Asked Deloris

skeptically.

"Look Deloris. I have plenty of photographs of children

who have modeled my products. You can see them for yourself.
They all seem happy to model for me and their parents are quite
satisfied with the money and exposure their children receive.
If you are not interested, say so now and I will gladly go
elsewhere."

This was an extremely calculated statement that

Mr. Sellers just pitched to the mother. Either she would take
the bait and trust him, or she would turn him down. Mr. Sellers
did indeed have plenty of photos in magazine format for the parents
to leaf through in case they were suspicious. The children he
worked with did indeed receive a lot of "exposure" - however those
types of photos were carefully hidden from their parents. The
children were threatened and coerced of course not to say anything
about the "other" kind of modeling he proposed. Mr. Sellers had all
types of bribes and schemes to prevent the children from talking.
His strategies included everything from instilling fear into the
children to convincing them that everything they were doing was
quite natural. Some of the parents were also easily duped. In
fact, he had one set of parents convinced that modeling their child
in the nude was very common in the industry and quite necessary for
the child to relax and become used to the various "poses." With
time, perhaps this clueless mother could be convinced of this.
She definitely seemed the type to fall for that type of line.

Deloris thought about Mr. Seller's remarks. He seemed

like an OK gentleman and the money and potential success seemed
definitely enticing. Finally she made up her mind. She decided
that Mr. Sellers was quite trustworthy after all.

"Well...I guess you can model her Mr. Sellers. You don't
need to show me any of your magazines. I trust you." She
responded.

"Good thinking Miss Deloris. You've made a very smart

decision. With the right climate and training, your daughter
could become a huge child model success. All it requires is your
trust and patience. And, above all else, your daughter's cooperation."

"When would you like to start your...er...preliminary work?"

Asked Deloris feeling excited for her daughter again.

"Well let's see...tomorrow is Saturday." Mr. Sellers began

thoughtfully. "I do have an opening at 9:30 in the morning."

"Nuts!" Stated Deloris. "I have to be in here at 9:00 AM to

work."

"Well perhaps I can pick your daughter up from here."

Offered Mr. Sellers cunningly. "I won't charge you for the gas or
distance - though I must admit I work outside the city."

"Oh thank you Mr. Sellers." Gushed Deloris. "I promise

Chrissy won't be any trouble. I'm sure she'll behave herself."

"I'm counting on it." Replied Mr. Sellers.

"Should she wear anything in particular?" Asked the

excited mother.

"No. She can wear whatever she wants. All of the

material will be provided for her when she arrives at the
agency." Responded Mr. Sellers confidently.

"OK sir. I'll have her ready tomorrow. She'll be in the

playroom where you saw her." Said Deloris beaming with pride over
her daughter.

Mr. Sellers went back to have another look at Chrissy in

the playroom. She was tottling around in circles trying to make
herself dizzy.
'What a cute little tart - totally dumb and clueless - just
my type.' Thought Mr. Sellers to himself.

Then he turned and exited the store without shedding a

glance at her mother.

The next morning Deloris had Chrissy dressed bright and

early. She could hardly contain her excitement over her precious
daughter.

"Now you remember to behave yourself Chrissy dear.

Mr. Sellers is a very important man and he can provide us with
lots of money if you cooperate." She said firmly.

"I dunno mommy. Who is he?" Her little girl asked in a

wee voice.

"His name is Mr. Sellers as I told you. He's going to

ask you to try on some special clothes. You do exactly what he
wants and don't ask any more questions. I'm sure he knows what
is best for you in this business." Responded her mother impatiently.

"OK mommy." Said Chrissy sticking her thumb in her mouth.

"Don't do that Chrissy it looks childish!"

"But I am a child!" Pouted Chrissy.

Deloris couldn't argue with that so she let it go. As long

as her daughter behaved herself at the modeling agency and did what
was asked of her, she couldn't find any reason to get upset with her.
She felt unnerved by the fact that she raised her voice to Chrissy.
She began to feel a tinge of guilt because she didn't know what she
was more concerned about - Chrissy's success or the money that came
with it. In the end Deloris decided that it was a little bit of both.

Sure enough, Mr. Sellers arrived at the retail store at

9:30 AM to collect little Chrissy. He was delighted to see that she
was bright and cheerful and his cock bulged at the site if her cute
little frilly dress that had obviously been picked out by her mother
for the occasion. He made sure to make a polite greeting to Deloris
before leading Chrissy by the hand out of the playroom area.

Chrissy looked simply adorable in her black saddle shoes and

knee-high socks. Her curly red hair shined brightly in the sunlight
as he lead the sweet little tot out to his mini van - eyeing her up
meticulously as he did so. Mr. Sellers had definitely found a gem
in this one. He could tell that Chrissy was quite stupid for her
age and not very bright at all. He would have no trouble feeding
lines to her and convincing her to do nasty things. Mr. Sellers
still wanted to play it slow with her anyway. After all, what was
the rush? He had all day with this dumb little tart. He had
agreed to return Chrissy to the store around 7:30 PM that evening.
Deloris had mentioned that she was working extra hours and putting
in a ten hour work day. Mr. Sellers figured that he would arrive
at his house with the child around 8:15 AM giving him well over
ten hours to coerce and molest the child at his leisure.
Chrissy smiled brightly at him as she climbed onto the
passenger seat of his small van.

"I'm Chrissy!" she said sweetly. "You gonna make me a

model?" she asked not knowing anything about what the term meant
or what it would imply in her case.

"I sure am 'Candy Poo'...you don't mind if I call you

'Candy Poo' do ya darlin'?"

"Uh ah Mister...I don' mind." Chrissy replied graciously.

"Good. Now you sit still like a good lil' darlin' and
we'll be on our way."

Chrissy behaved herself the whole way - smiling warmly

and taking in the sites. She especially liked it when they went
over the bridge. She got to see the water below as well as a few
small boats scattered here and there throughout the water. When
they arrived at Mr. Seller's house she turned and gave him a
surprised look. This didn't look like a special place for modeling.
Not that Chrissy knew what kind of building to look for anyway.
She just had the uneasy feeling that she wasn't supposed to go to
another person's house.

"What are we doing here Mister Sellers?" She asked timidly.

"This is where you will be doing some modeling Candy Poo."

He replied calmly.

He sure as heck didn't want things to get off with a bad

start with little Chrissy. She was simply adorable and quite
gullible as well. As long as she believed what he told her
everything would soon work out.

"Now remember what your mother told you Chrissy. You can
trust me. We're going to have a lot of fun if you behave yourself
and model some little outfits for me." He continued.

"What kinda outfits Mister?" Chrissy asked curiously.

"Well my darling, I'm sure you remember what it was like

wearin' clothes when you were a little bit younger don't ya?" He hinted.

"Yeah kinda." replied Chrissy unsure of herself.

"Well it's just like that my lil' sweetums. We're just

gonna pretend you're a little bit younger."

"How much younger Mister Sellers?" Chrissy asked warming up to

this little game of pretend.

"How about two years old sweetie?"

"Two years old?!?" Asked Chrissy a little shocked. "But I

didn't wear much clothes back then."

"Well...what did you wear little one?" Asked Mr. Sellers - his
prick beginning to grow in his pants.
"I dunno. Mommy told me I used ta wear diapers an stuff." She
replied sticking a dumb little finger in her confused mouth.

"Well sweetheart, that's just what you're going to model today.

We'll start off with some special pairs of panties and training pants.
Remember, your pictures are going to represent thousands of children
across the country who want to wear these items."

"But I don wanna wear diapers again." She wined. "I'm a big
girl now!"

"Of course you are my dear." Assured Mr. Sellers cunningly.

"It's only pretend - and it will be a lot of fun if you just relax
and go with the flow."

"OK Mister Sellers." Replied sweet little Chrissy. "I like

playing pretend."

"Good my dear. We'll start by going into the house and

trying on some special clothes."

And with that, Mr. Sellers lead the little cunt by the hand
into his house and down toward a special living room fully equipped
with cameras and a special plastic mat. The mat was huge and sprawled
across the floor like a gigantic carpet. It was covered with several
various nursery room items: A hobby horse, a changing table, a high chair,
and a crib - all designed specifically for little Chrissy. The cute
little tart had no idea what the plastic carpet was for, but she would
find out later. Mr. Sellers smiled to himself as he guided the stupid
little red head onto the sofa and had her sit down to relax for a moment.
He had done this routine many times before and was getting quite good at
it. Everything was going quite smoothly. He lived here alone and his
neighbors were quite a distance away. Even if they had lived closer it
wouldn't have made much difference. Mr. Seller's neighbors pretty much
kept to themselves. They certainly weren't going to be a bother either
now or later. Mr. Sellers was bent on playing it cool with Chrissy.
He wanted to take his time with her and get her into a relaxed and
trusting mode.

"Now Chrissy, I'm going to take a few pictures of you so I want

you to relax and just be yourself." He said soothingly.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked innocently.

"Just do some light posing sweetie. Spread your arms out and
stretch a little bit on the sofa...(snap)....(snap)......that's it...now
raise your arms in the air.....(snap)."

The camera snapped picture after picture as little Chrissy

posed for the evil photographer not knowing his full intentions.
Mr. Sellers encouraged her gently yet firmly and he rewarded her
compliance with soothing remarks about how pretty she was and how she
was more beautiful and graceful with her poses than all the other girls
he had photographed. This type of encouragement gradually began to have
an effect on little Chrissy and she slowly began to relax and feel more
comfortable in front of Mr. Sellers. She liked being told how pretty
she was and how adorable she looked. She didn't mind it when he
accidentally blurted out how cute her little tushy looked underneath
her dress. Soon, Mr. Sellers began to take notice of Chrissy's relaxed
state. After a while of innocent picture taking he started asking her
to pose more seductively.

"Now sweetie, the audience really wants to see how sexy you can
be. You wanna be sexy for the camera don't you Candy Poo?"

"What's sexy mean Mr. Sellers?" She asked innocently - feeling a

slight itch between her girlish thighs.

"Sexy is a word that people use when they really like you Chrissy."
Said the evil child pimp. "You want people to like you don't you sweetie?"

"Yeah! I wanna be the best girl in the whole world!" little Chrissy
cheered with excitement.

"Good sweetie." Replied Mr. Sellers cunningly. "I'm gonna teach

you a few poses that will make the rest of the children really like you a
lot."

"Oh goody!!!" Cheered Chrissy - her cheeks glowing red with

excitement.

"Stand on the floor and spin around as fast as you can Candy Poo."
He said cleverly.

Chrissy did as she was told and worked herself into a short dizzy
spin. Mr. Seller's penis began to grow again as he witnessed the first
glimpse of Chrissy's cute little ice cream panties as her mini-skirt began
to rise in the air - the wind acting as a cushioning support.

(snap).......(snap)........(snap).....more pictures.

"Now Chrissy I want you lay back down on the couch and do something
that will make me very proud of you."

"What's that Mr. Sellers?" Chrissy gasped trying to catch her

breath.

"Lie down on the couch and I'll tell you." He replied.

Chrissy did as she was told. Gently she lay herself down - making
sure to cover herself by pulling her dress back down to hide her panties.

"Now Chrissy I know this will make you feel uncomfortable at first,
but it's something that all the little girl models love to do once they get
to know me better."

"What's that Mr. Sellers?" She asked timidly.

"What makes a girl really liked is when she shows off her underpants."
He stammered trying to contain his sexual arousal - which was beginning to
reach peak levels.

"They wanna see my what?!?" Chrissy asked forgetting that she had
already agreed to model panties and other little girl things.

"You heard me Chrissy. Now you behave yourself and do as you're

told. Remember what your mother said. You have to trust me and obey me
or else you won't get any money or treats today."

Little Chrissy thought about it for a minute. She knew what her
mommy had told her about this man. She remembered that she had said that he
was a very important man and could make her popular and very well liked.
Chrissy wanted to be liked. She wanted to be loved. And she also liked
what she had just heard about "money" and "treats." It sounded fun and
exciting.

"OK Mister." She said.

"Good girl Candy Poo! You're getting the hang of how I want you to
behave. Just hike your cute lil' skirt up nice and slow so uncle Sellers can
see your pretty lil' undie-pants...that's a good lil' darlin'...nice and
slow for uncle Sellers."

Little Chrissy giggled shyly out of embarrassment. She couldn't

remember a grown man seeing her panties before. Slowly she pulled her
frilly skirt up to reveal the tippy edge of her ice cream panties. Her
thighs looked smooth, creamy, and lavish under the material. Ice cream
cones and clowns - what a site! Mr. Sellers took great delight in snapping
away picture after picture trying to capture every moment of this little
girl's defilement. He couldn't make out the little 'V' inside her crotch
area - though he damn well tried.

"Hold your skirt up just a little higher Chrissy...that's a girl.

The audience is going to love you."

Mr. Sellers neglected to mention that the only "audience" that

would witness this session would be a group of powerful businessmen,
politicians, and other deviant pedophiles willing to pay just about any
price for this material. Chrissy squirmed on the couch trying to make
herself comfortable while she held up her dress.

"Good Chrissy. Now grab your legs from underneath and hold them
together with both your hands...that's a girl...you're getting it...now lie
on your back and hold your legs in the air so that the audience can see the
designs of your panties more clearly...very good...oh my Chrissy you look
sooo sexy!"

Mr. Sellers was being careful to butter her up so that the stupid
little tart would feel good about what she was doing. Little did she know
that she was making a complete fool of herself and exposing a special area
of her body that was a "no no" - namely her behind (albeit encased in a
childish pair of girlie underwear). It didn't matter that she wasn't naked
just yet. Most of Mr. Seller's clients preferred a build up before the child's
"ultimate prize" was exposed - not to mention the fetish acts that she would
later be coerced into performing. Mr. Sellers used up all his film and
retrieved a new clip from his pocket. He reflected upon his need to switch to
a digital camera. But he was kind of an old school photographer at heart, so
he stuck to the basics. Again, he began snapping more pictures of Chrissy's
tiny - panty clad bottom. It was so small and adorable. This time he could
clearly see the outline of a thin crack in the middle where her precious
little bottom separated slightly. Mr. Seller's prick was rock hard now as he
envisioned what was between that sweet little butt crack - that tiny little
dark treasure that awaited his nostrils. Indeed, to smell a little girl down
there was heavenly bliss. He remembered earlier models that had blushed pink
with shame as he spread their little hineys apart - his nose descending on
their sweet little poopers.
Mr. Sellers decided that it would be too soon to ask little Chrissy to
pull down her panties. Instead, he would follow the next step in his subtle
approach and ask her to go into the bathroom to remover her dress and change
into some of his "child lingerie."

"Now Chrissy, I want you to go into the little potty room over there
and remove your dress and underpants and put on this new pair of panties." He
said carefully while holding up the skimpy attire. "The audience would like
to see you model some baby girl panties."

"Uh...OK Mister." She replied hesitantly before grasping the material

out of his hands and heading for the little girl's room.

Mr. Sellers paced back and forth impatiently while he waited for the
child to return. She was quite a slow dresser. The blood was now boiling in
his veins at the thought of all the perverse things he was going to make little
Chrissy do. He already had a special bag of extremely little girl things:
diapers and training pants from all the major companies with all different
kinds of designs - some of which he had crafted or customized himself. A great
deal of the diapers and training pants had been emblazoned with degrading logos
and words tailored specifically for the pictures he was taking for his exclusive
male audience. The group of men that bought his kind of pictures was very
small - mainly because of the dark and dirty fetish that was involved with the
children who participated in such acts.

Finally the bathroom door opened and out stepped the little kiddie cunt.
Mr. Sellers marveled at what a turn on she was. There she stood - naked except
for her black saddle shoes, knee-high socks, and pink flower underpants. The
underwear had a plain - yet girlish appearance to it because the daisies on
them were pink and they went well with the white background. Chrissy smiled up
at him.

"See? I'm gonna be a star!" She said gleefully.

"How right you are Candy Cun...I mean Poo!" He stated catching himself.

It really didn't matter if Chrissy had heard the entire word. She
wasn't old enough to fully understand what it meant let alone read what was
being depicted on some of the attire she was about to wear. She seemed a bit
leery about standing in front of a camera in just her knee high socks sweet
little panties.

"Suck on your finger Chrissy...that's a girl...remember, you're just

pretending...good girl...stick it all the way in your mouth!...suck on it like
a little lollipop...what cute lil' toddler you're gonna be." He soothed. "Now
suck on your thumb and place your other hand on your underpants...GOOD
GIRL!"...(snap).....(snap).......(snap).

"Now turn around a little bit and spread your legs...aren't you a
sweetie...look at that cute lil' bottom of yours...don't be shy Chrissy.
Remember you're just a toddler. You're not supposed to know any better."

Chrissy turned around obediently and spread her soft little legs into a
slight 'V'. Mr. Sellers continued snapping picture after picture. Little
Chrissy felt kind of embarrassed when he zoomed up close and got a few close up
shots of her backside.

"Are we allowed to do this Mister?" She asked inquisitively while he

briefly guided her with his hands.

Mr. Sellers moved his hand casually across her bottom in a way that
would appear as if he were guiding her. This is exactly what he wanted. He
wanted Chrissy to get used to feeling his hands on her. Hopefully she would
soon feel as if it were a natural part of the "modeling process."

"Of course we're allowed to do this dear. All models need guidance
from photographers. I know exactly what the audience wants and you'll just
have to trust me." He said. "Now spread your legs a little wider. I need
to lay underneath you and get a few shots of those pretty little daisies while
you stand over me. The audience needs to see every angle of your panties so
they know what they're buying."

Now Chrissy was really feeling nervous. She was standing over this
strange man's face while he took pictures of her tiny little crotch. She
secretly hoped that he could not see through her new panties. Mr. Seller's
couldn't quite see through the material, but soon he wouldn't need to. He had
all his threats and coercive tactics in place in case Chrissy resisted his
efforts to exploit her.

"Place your hands between your legs Chrissy. Lot's of little girls
act this way when they need to go potty. Remember we're just advertising
the underwear as a product."

Little Chrissy had no idea what he was talking about. Further more,
she didn't need to use the potty. She felt really weird doing this particular
pose. But she remembered what her mommy had told her and decided to obey this
important man. He seemed so smart and probably knew what was best for her
anyway. Timidly, she placed one hand between her legs and held it against her
hidden vagina.

(snap)........(snap...snap).........(snap).....The camera kept

clicking away - capturing every angle of little Chrissy's humiliating pose.

"Hold still Chrissy. I have to adjust your panties." Said Mr. Sellers
boldly. "It's all right sweetie you can trust me."

Chrissy shivered as she felt the Mr. Seller's fingers press up against
her little cunny spot. Try as she might, she couldn't help but feel a bit
ticklish down there. It was as if a part of her was beginning to welcome his
touch - his filthy probing fingers. Mr. Sellers felt the warmth of the little
girl's pee hole through the cotton material. He placed his thumb and forefinger
against her crotch and felt around until he found her little baby slit. Slowly -
yet deliberately, he began to shove the cotton fabric into her hole. It was
almost like stuffing tissue inside. Chrissy's baby vagina had very little give
due to her lack of experience and tender age. However, slowly but surely,
Mr. Sellers managed to stuff a small portion of her cotton panties into her
puffy lips to the point where it finally stuck - giving the appearance of a
slight - yet noticeable wedgie.

Chrissy gasped and bit her lip. The combination of shame and excitement
coursing through her tiny little body was more than she had ever experienced
before in her short little life. Mr. Sellers resumed his focus on his
photography duties and began taking pictures of the stupid little slut - her
legs spread wide and her white cotton panties stuffed into her little baby box -
making her appear as if she were wearing a reverse G-string or baby thong. Each
side of her puffy folds came into view of the camera. They looked so sexy, pink
and fleshy for the audience.
"You look so adorable Candy Poo...just a few more shots for the clients."
Mr. Sellers soothed. "Now it's time for you to get changed into another pair of
panties. These ones have special words on them but don't worry, you won't
understand them anyway so don't worry about them. Just put them on like a good
girl and behave yourself."

Chrissy made her way to the potty room again and closed the door.
Quickly, she pulled down her panties - making sure to pick the wedge loose from
her vaginal folds. Then she slipped on the new pair of panties. These were
also cotton and entirely pink. The word "CHILD SLUT" was emblazoned on the
front and "HINEY HOLE" was placed on the rear. Chrissy had no idea how to read
at her age so she barely took notice of the humiliating captions on her pink
little panties. Timidly, she exited the potty room feeling uneasy about this
whole modeling thing. She kept reminding herself that her mommy trusted this
man and so should she.

"Oh good you're all set." Mr. Sellers chimed - marveling at her
degrading attire.

The knee-high socks and saddle shoes were still present, but now little
Chrissy was adorned with vintage kiddie slut underwear. She was indeed a dream
doll to behold.

"Come over here on the plastic carpet Candy Poo and stick your thumb in
your mouth. That's a good girl...what a cute lil' toddler your gonna be."

(snap)....(snap). More photos for the male clients.

"Lay on the floor on your back sweetie and raise your legs in the
air...hold them together (snap)...now apart...(snap)...now curl your knees to
your chest (snap)...GOOD GIRL!"

Mr. Sellers was capturing every portion of the backside of Chrissy's

childish kiddie underpants. The degrading logo "HINEY HOLE" was in every photo -
though the words were upside down because of her position. This was quickly
resolved by having her do a few "doggie style" shots. Next, he had her stand
directly in front of the camera while he kneeled down and got some close up shots
of her frontal crotch. The words "CHILD SLUT" were evident and plain as day in
the photographs.

"Keep sucking your thumb Candy Poo. The audience likes a little girl who
sucks her thumb." Mr. Sellers encouraged while snapping more pictures of her pink
clad kiddie crotch.

Little Chrissy continued sucking her thumb and spreading her legs for
Mr. Sellers. But just as she was beginning to get used to having pictures taken
of her panties, Mr. Sellers made her change into something a little more
demeaning.

"OK Chrissy Poo, it's time to model some training pants so I want you to
get changed in the potty room and pretend you're just a little bit younger.
That's a good girl...hurry up and change."

Chrissy was handed a cute little pair of plastic puffy training pants. The
Pull-Ups were pink and white with teddy bears on them. There were no degrading
captions on this particular pair, but that would come soon. Mr. Sellers smiled to
himself at how nicely things were turning out. He already had a shit load of
"teaser" photographs for his male audience and he was looking to work his clients
into a horny frenzy before he broke into the real action with this stupid little
cunt. His prick got hard again as he envisioned all the filthy things that little
Chrissy would soon be coerced into doing in front of the camera. While he waited
for Chrissy to change, he removed some "baby" products from a shopping bag he had
purchased from the local drug store. The line of items included baby powder, wet
wipes, a bib, and a pacifier. His penis shook with anticipation at the smells and
odors he would soon be experiencing with baby Chrissy. This aspect of porn was
something his male audience could never enjoy unless they were physically present
for a "live show." Being able to smell, taste, and touch a child model was a right
reserved for only a precious few photographers throughout the world who were bold
enough to delve into child pornography.

'Damned the laws of the land!' Mr. Seller's thought to himself.

This line of work was too good to pass up. In fact, Mr. Sellers didn't
even consider it work. For him, the site, smell, touch, and taste of a little girl
getting humiliated in front of a camera was heavenly bliss - exquisite pleasure!
His
male clientele seemed to think so also. In the previous year he had racked up a
tidy
sum of fifty thousand dollars just from selling his photographs alone. He hadn't
even begun to imagine what his video features had totaled. He probably would have
been a millionaire were it not for the fact that he was restricted to an
underground
market. The risks were still numerous however. Police and FBI agents were the
biggest threat - especially the latter of the two. Mr. Sellers was careful to sell
most of his material on the Internet using only the latest encryption devices.
Only
those men that he knew very well were ever invited over for a live show. Mr.
Seller's recalled a congressman who came all the way from Washington just to see
his
models. He had been in contact with him over several years even before he had been
elected. The two had become great friends and he was always kept up to date on the
latest happenings within congressional law.

Little Chrissy stepped out of the potty room wearing the pink and white
training pants with teddy bears on them. She looked so adorable in her degrading
attire. Training pants were just a step above diaper degradation - for the diaper
symbolized everything about stupidity and submissiveness in a small child. It
represented incontinence, which, in turn, lead to wet and smelly embarrassments -
the likes of which were inevitably caught on camera by Mr. Seller's for his
selective male audience to see and hear. The men in his audience had very specific
tastes, which mainly involved the extreme degradation and humiliation of a little
girl. Having a little girl pose for the camera wasn't enough for this type of
fetish. The men preferred even darker themes - themes involving the shameful
predicament that a little girl faced before, during, and after one of her
"accidents" - especially the degrading treatment she would soon receive on the
diaper changing table. Mr. Sellers made sure that his video camera was fully
equipped with the highest quality digital capabilities as well as audio sound to
capture every moment of the child's "dirty experience" for the men. Mr. Sellers
took great pride in his work. It wasn't just the money or the clientele that
mattered to him. It was also his deepest and darkest fetish. To witness extremely
young girls in a nursery room setting was a tremendous turn-on for both he and his
male audience. A lot of the money he made off of his videos and picture stills he
put back into his computer and camera technology. Despite this necessity, he still
made enough money to retire on. Therefore he had unlimited time to devote to his
work.

"Come over here little darling so the camera can have a clear view of you.
That's a girl...you're such a sweetie. My oh my! What a cute pair of training
pants you have on darling."

Little Chrissy felt nervous having this man call her "darling" and making
remarks about her training pants. It was embarrassing enough that she had to model
this type of attire - let alone wear diapers later on. The little cunt swallowed
hard and allowed Mr. Sellers to direct her in various lewd poses. At one point he
had her turn around and bend over - exposing her training pantied bottom for the
camera. Then, during the same shoot, he had her reach around with both her hands
and place them on either side of her butt - as if pulling her ass cheeks apart with
the training pants on.

This type of material was fabulous and Mr. Sellers had a raging hardon
during the entire training pants shoot. The "nude" modeling would soon commence
after he had some "diaper shots." More degrading logos followed. He had her put on
a diaper with the word: "PEE PEE" emblazoned on the frontal crotch area and the
word: "POO POO" placed on the rear end. Since little Chrissy couldn't read, it
wasn't half as bad as it could have been. However this didn't stop the shade of
pink
from engulfing her face as she assumed the various embarrassing positions for the
camera.

"Now Chrissy, I think the audience would like to see a real life toddler
performance." Said Mr. Sellers.

"What do you mean Mister?" the little girl asked hesitantly.

"I think you know what I mean Chrissy. Don't worry. I promise not to tell
anybody." He responded.

"N...no....I....I can't do that Mister.....mommy said it was bad."

"You'll do what I tell you or I'll tell your mommy you did anyway."
Responded Mr. Sellers - his tone of voice taking on a more harsh sound.

"Please....don't make me!"

"You'd better make 'wee wee' or else..." Said Mr. Sellers threateningly.

Little Chrissy just stood there looking as if she were about to cry.

Mr. Sellers decided to switch gears and take a more diplomatic approach.

"Listen Chrissy. I think you are doing a wonderful job as a toddler model,
but in order to become really popular with the audience, you have to do certain
things that please them. I have lot's of candy in the upstairs kitchen if you do
what I ask."

Little Chrissy stopped pouting and thought about what the man had said.
She wanted people to like her. In addition, she loved candy. Mr. Sellers seemed
nice enough to offer it to her if she did what he said. Mr. Sellers continued
his sales pitch.

"C'mon Candy Poo...just do it for me. I promise no one will know except
for our special audience."

"I think I gotta go 'pee pee' Mister." She relented.

"Good Chrissy. And where will you make 'pee pee'?"

"In...in my...diaper." She blushed.

"Good girl Chrissy. I promise the audience will really like you now!"

"Can I have some candy first?" She whimpered meekly.

"Well...perhaps if you're willing to do something a little more special

in your diaper." Mr. Sellers replied thoughtfully. "Just make pee pees for now
and we'll see how you behave and respond to instructions."

"OK Mister...(blushing)"

Mr. Sellers kneeled down with a video camera this time and turned the
audio on high. It would still be quite a stretch to hear Chrissy's trickle, but
he would surely unfasten her diaper afterwards and give his audience a good view
of her yellow piddle. Gently, he reached under her diaper with his hand in an
attempt to feel the warmth of her humiliating puddle. Little Chrissy spread her
sweet little legs like a good girl and began to make wee wee.

Pssssss......sssssssss.....pssst......the warm liquid squirted into her

tiny little pamper and turned it yellow. Little Chrissy blushed again as she
felt the warm piddle engulf her vaginal area and seep down into her waiting
diaper. Mr. Seller's penis grew rock hard as he felt the crotch of her pamper
turn damp with sweet pissy moisture.

"Good little girl...you've made a pee pee for the audience. Now
everyone will know that you're a special girl who will do anything I ask." Said
Mr. Sellers. "Now I want you to be a good girl and let me lie you on the
changing table. The audience likes to see a little girl getting her diaper
changed and her 'pee pee' smeared and powdered."

Little Chrissy hesitated momentarily, but she remembered the candy that
was promised to her if she did if she was told. Reluctantly she let Mr. Sellers
pick her up - placing a large hand under the crotch of her wet pamper. Gently,
he lay her down and smiled at the squirming little cunt on the changing table.
He adjusted his camera on a tripod and began unfasten the tapes on either side
of her diaper. The 'pee pee' pamper opened partially and Mr. Sellers had to
pull it open the rest of the way. Slowly he peeled back Chrissy's diaper until
her pee stained cunny was fully exposed to the camera.

"Suck your stupid little thumb Chrissy. Uncle Sellers is gonna play a
few games with your trashy little candy hole."

Chrissy could barely tolerate the demeaning lingo he was using. She
tried to remind herself that this was just pretend. It wasn't REALLY being
filmed - or so she thought. The brainless little girl squirmed as Mr. Sellers
kneeled down and lowered his face toward her exposed vagina. Her hairless cunny
looked so sweet and inviting and smelled like baby piss. Mr. Sellers inhaled
deeply - smelling the sweet odor of her pissy little pamper. Then suddenly,
without warning, his tongue lashed out and began to lick and probe her pee
stained 'candy hole.' Little Chrissy squirmed and let out a small giggle. She
couldn't help herself. Mr. Seller's tongue felt kinda good and all. Gently, he
spread her baby vaginal folds partially and darted his evil tongue inside -
coating it with her girlie odors and piss streaks.

"Mmmmphfffffffff....hmmfffffff." - (The sound of Mr. Sellers smearing

his nose and face between little Chrissy's legs).
The camera was catching every bit of the degrading treatment - everything
from the inside of Chrissy's pee stained pamper to Mr. Seller's muff dive. There
was no turning back for little Chrissy. The dumb little tart was now caught on
film and she was slowly loosing her will to resist Mr. Seller's demands. He sure
knew how to make her feel good all over for a stranger - especially in the pit of
her baby stomach and the pleasurable feeling between her little kiddie legs.

Mr. Sellers held her legs together by the ankles and slowly hoisted her
tiny little pee stained crotch into the open air. Gently, he began to powder her
baby trickle - making sure to get in all the baby folds and crevices. He didn't
need to do her "other place" - at least not yet anyway...

"You've been a good little 'candy girl' Chrissy." Said Mr. Sellers
soothingly as he finished powdering her pink little pisser. "I've got a sweet
little surprise for you."

Mr. Sellers went up to the kitchen and returned with several chocolate
candy bars. He put a fresh diaper on baby Chrissy and held out the candy.

"This is your reward for doing what the audience wants." He stated
matter of factly.

Chrissy smiled and stared wide eyed at all those candy bars. She loved
chocolate. Little did she know that everything Mr. Sellers gave her had it's
own secret purpose. The real intent of giving her large amounts of chocolate
was to produce a new kind of urge in little Chrissy - the kind she would soon
feel inside her sweet baby bowels. Soon she would be making a different kind
of chocolate - right in her diaper!

Mr. Sellers smiled to himself as he picked little Chrissy up and

placed her in the special high-chair designed specifically for little girls
like her. Indeed, Chrissy had no idea of the kind of psychological torture
that many of the girls her age had suffered in this room before her. She
didn't realize that by eating all of the chocolate she would fill herself up
quickly. Fortunately for her, Mr. Sellers was not a firm believer in
laxatives. He preferred to let nature take its course on all little girls. It
wasn't as if there was a lack of time. he still had several hours with the
dirty little cunt. He stared intently as Chrissy devoured almost all of the
chocolate.

"Mister...I...I feel kinda full." She managed to blurt out between

swallows.

"That's OK darlin'. I've got a special movie I'm gonna show you as a
special treat. It's gonna help you to understand what the audience really
wants out of a little tart like you."

"Oh goody Mister! Is it Disney?"

"Sort of like that. It's about a little girl just like you. She's
gonna show you what the audience expects out of models like you."

While Chrissy was finishing up, Mr. Sellers withdrew a videotape out
of a hidden safe in the back of the room. It was an earlier movie of a
previous model he had filmed about a year ago for his special clients.
Finally, he picked Chrissy up out of her high chair and plunked her down on
the plastic covered sofa. Little Chrissy was beginning to enjoy being
treated like a toddler again. She didn't have to do anything. She was given
candy and carried places. She really didn't have to make that much effort
except when she was given firm commands and instruction by Mr. Sellers.

Little Chrissy watched intently as the television screen turned

black at first. Then the screen lit up with a bunch of words she couldn't
possibly understand. The little tart squirmed in her seat a little bit -
feeling the need to go potty again - a different kind of 'potty.' Mr. Sellers
put a strong arm around her and held her in place. He wanted her to watch
this movie so that she would soon understand what he really wanted out of her.

Soon the opening scene began. A grown man entered a small nursery
room leading a cute little blonde girl with curly hair by the hand. The grown
man's face was hidden from the camera. It was indeed Mr. Sellers, but little
Chrissy wouldn't know this. The little girl looked to be about Chrissy's age,
but her mouth was clogged shut with a large pacifier. Her eyes looked dull and
glazed over - as if she had been drugged. Sometimes Mr. Sellers resorted to
drugs when a child acted up. As he sat there watching the scene unfold with
little Chrissy, he remembered how this particular girl had thrown a huge
tantrum and tried to escape. It wasn't long before he had to resort to a
needle injection. The little girl had stayed with him for several days
and had tried to escape many times. Eventually he had warn her down with
lots of drugs and spankings. Now as the scene unfolded, he hoisted little
Chrissy Poo onto his lap and told her to watch the little girl closely.

The little blonde was clad only in a plain white disposable diaper.
It was wrapped tightly around her crotch and appeared to be a size too small.

"DO IT!!!...YOU KNOW WHAT WE WANT...BEHAVE YOURSELF OR WE'LL SMACK

YOU AGAIN!!!" - (A voice from the background).

*whimper*....(the little girl's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment

and shame).

The grown man escorting the little girl was obviously not alone on
this occasion. He had brought in one of his special clients for a
"live show." The little blonde girl looked extremely tired and overrun.
All resistance had either been medicated or beaten out of her severally.

Little Chrissy watched with innocent curiosity as the little blonde

squatted down - her backside facing the camera. Her diaper was a size too
small and little Chrissy could see most of the little girl's bottom.
Gradually, the camera zoomed in on the tiny disposable pamper. Mr. Sellers
held Chrissy firmly on his lap and turned up the volume on the television.
The fact that the diaper was too small for the stupid little blonde would
guarantee an excellent visual scene, but he wanted little Chrissy to hear
all of the degrading sounds coming out of the little blonde's buttocks also.

The camera zoomed in closely and remained still. Several moments

passed. Then Chrissy watched as the little blonde's legs began to buckle
and shake a bit. Soon she began to squat down even further - pushing her
bottom closer to the camera. Within seconds Chrissy heard a slight
rustling sound as the pamper on the screen began to expand slightly. She
heard the little blonde cry in the background but could not see her face.
The camera had zoomed in strictly on the child's rear end. The little
girl's diaper began to expand outward from her bottom and a slight squishy
noise could be heard from within. All of a sudden it dawned on Chrissy
what was happening in the movie. The little girl was making poopies! As
if on cue, the squishy dark BM began to seep out of the back of the
undersized pamper and slide down the little girl's legs. Her child like
pose was so degrading and humiliating, yet little Chrissy's demeanor
changed from one of initial shock to one of extreme curiosity. She had
never seen another child make potty before - especially poopies! Little
Chrissy began to feel oddly aroused between her legs as she watched the
other little girl on TV embarrass herself.

The camera zoomed out a bit to capture a broader spectrum of the

degrading scene. Another man entered the scene and kneeled down behind the
little blonde - pressing his nose against her bulging bottom. Slowly he
scooped up some of the "potty poo" from her tiny leg and began to smear it
on the outside or her disposable diaper. The little blonde was now crying
hysterically through her pacifier but could barely make a sound. The two
men had obviously taken care to shut her up pretty good. The other man
continued to smell the dirty diaper and unzip his pants. Soon Chrissy
caught site of the man's backside as the tip of his long penis dangled
briefly beneath his crotch before turning hard and hiding itself from
the camera's view.

"GET ON ALL FOURS YOU STUPID TRAMP!" Bellowed the man loudly as
he unfastened the tapes of the child's diaper. The pamper opened and more
smelly poop came into view. The grown man's cock stood fully erect as he
positioned himself behind the child's waiting rectum. The pacifier kept
the child from screaming out in pain and terror as the thick lard of meat
pushed inward and sank into her precious "poo poo" hole. The slimy poopy
mess made for excellent lubrication as the man's cock slipped easily into
her waiting anus - so cheerful and inviting to the pervert.

Little Chrissy watched curiously as the man began to pump his cock
in and out of the little blonde's dark potty hole. The disposable pamper
detached itself from the rest of the girl's crotch and fell to the floor -
caked with the child's awful BM. The man continued pumping in and out of
the little girl's ass until he ejaculated inside her dirty bowels. After
pulling out of the whimpering child, the men told the little girl to lay
down on the floor fully nude and unclean. Gently they placed the whimpering
little girl's head above the dirty disposable diaper and lowered it down.
The little blonde was in too much pain and fraught with exhaustion to resist
her new pillow. Slowly her stupid little head was lowered into the dark smelly
mud and came to rest completely on the filthy pamper. The back of her hair
quickly turned from a bright shade of blonde to dark brown as her head became
immersed in the filthy child poo. Then the camera faded out and the movie was
over.

"Now you know what it takes to be a good little model don't you Candy
Poo." Said Mr. Sellers as he lifted Chrissy up into his arms and carried her
back to the changing table. "I'm going to place a microphone at the base of
your changing table Chrissy so you can be a big star just like that other
little girl."

Little Chrissy knew what Mr. Sellers wanted. Suddenly she became
very scared. What would he do to her if she didn't obey him? She remembered
the harsh verbal threats that the other little girl faced in the "Disney" movie.
She didn't want to be spanked or beaten like that other little girl.

"I think you know what the audience wants you to do now Candy Poo."
Mr. Sellers soothed sticking a large finger into the little girl's mouth to
suck on.

Little Chrissy nodded her head without saying anything. She couldn't
talk with the grown man's finger in her sweet little mouth.
"Don't answer me sweetie...just do what we want like a good lil' girl."
Soothed Mr. Sellers as he withdrew a small pacifier from the drawer of the
changing table.

Gently he inserted it into the girl's facial hole - preventing her

from talking or making any loud noise. Now she was reduced to just a babbling
object on the diaper changing table. Little Chrissy squirmed from side to
side - trying to get up. Mr. Sellers applied the changing straps and fastened
them tightly to little Chrissy's wiggling body. Having secured her firmly, he
walked over to the base of the table to make sure the microphone and cameras
were in place. Then he held little Chrissy's ankles together and hoisted her
diapered bottom into the air - in plain view of the cameras.

"Cuchie cuchie coo. I smell a poo!" He stated as he began tickling

the baby girl's toes just like an infant.

Little Chrissy couldn't get up or talk anymore. The pacifier gagged

her in the mouth firmly and she couldn't maneuver due to the tight straps
across her tiny chest and belly. Slowly, that dreaded feeling of relaxation
took over and her soft little hiney began to open. Mushy brown poo began to
ooze outward and smear itself all over her waiting pamper. The smelly brown
child mess began to squish and squirm inside her diaper - mashing itself
against her soft little bottom and puffy pink "tinkle hole." Little Chrissy
began to shed silent tears as the embarrassing smell began to engulf the room
for Mr. Sellers to enjoy. He continued holding her sweet little legs in the
open air as her diaper expanded outward and turned slightly brown with dark
potty mush.

"You want that pacifier out of your mouth don't you Candy Poo." Said
Mr. Sellers snickering at the stupid little slut on the changing table.

Chrissy nodded her head trying to hold back the tears that were
streaming down her cute little face.

"OK sweetie I'll take it out on one condition." Said Mr. Sellers
tactfully. "You've gotta suck on uncle Seller's special lollipop."

Baby Chrissy didn't know exactly what he meant. She thought that he
was talking about a real taffy.

"That's a good girl Candy Poo." Said Mr. Sellers soothingly. "Just
calm down and close your stupid little eyes while uncle Sellers takes out his
special candy."

Little Chrissy closed her eyes and tried to relax - her soft bottom
feeling dirty and sticky with girlie poo.

"Open your mouth Chrissy. Uncle Sellers wants to give you his candy
now."

Little Chrissy opened her mouth and waited while uncle Sellers removed
her pacifier and unzipped his pants. Within moments, a long soft "thing" entered
her mouth. It felt kinda hard and tasted a bit salty.

"Now suck on it my dear - don't use your teeth or bite down. Just suck
it for uncle Sellers."

Little Chrissy began to suck and slurp like a good little child whore.
She had stopped wiggling in her smelly mess and concentrated on her new candy.
The long thick "kiddie pop" slid on and off of her sweet little tongue like a
sweet little candy cane. Soon, she was greeted with a warm thick dosage of gooey
fluid entering her stupid little mouth. It was warm and sticky and uncle Sellers
told her to swallow it. Chrissy swallowed obediently and began choking. She
couldn't swallow it all and some of it spurted out of her mouth and onto her
baby chin.

Mr. Sellers finished his duty and began wiping is dirty penis all over
Chrissy's sexy face. She looked like the perfect child slut laying there in her
smelly diaper - her soft pink crotch all covered in poo poo. It was indeed a
perfect ending to a perfect scene. But there were many more scenes to do before
the day was finished, and Mr. Sellers didn't want to miss a beat. Little Chrissy
wasn't the only one who needed to go "potty." Mr. Sellers had his own ideas for
the perfect golden shower scene - and little Chrissy would be the star!

THE END

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