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Copywrite: H. Grant (2005) All Rights Reserved.

COMMENTS: Warning!  This story contains themes of extreme child
molestation in addition to coprophilia and scat related act involving a
toddler boy. If this kind of story offends you, DO NOT proceed to read
this story!

STORY CODES: f+b,extreme pedo,toddler,diapers,ws,scat

STORY INTRO: Young Jessica takes on the chore of babysitting a feisty
toddler boy named Michael.  With her hands seemingly full, she invites
her classmate over to help her out.  Within short order, the two
teenage girls discover something about themselves that will change
their lives forever.  Caution, only the sickest of the sick should read
this story.  Those who are faint of heart need not apply.




Two Nannies For Baby Michael

by H. Grant


    Jessica Danials was the latest of a long line of babysitters for
little Michael.  The 20 month old toddler was quite a handful and was
well versed in running and toddling all over the small house.  He loved
clutching his baby bottle and drooling while he wadded around in his
Sesame Street diaper.  This evening he was bare chested and doing
exactly that.

     Jessica beamed down at him with impatience.  No wonder the little
tyke had gone through so many babysitters.  He was a handful to watch
and his parents hadn't taught him any manners.  Not that his parents
were any good at raising a toddler.  It was a cheap one story house
with clothes, toys, and all sorts of junk strewn all over the living
room floor.  These people were absolute pigs and should have moved into
a sty (she thought to herself).

     The young blonde had been babysitting since she was 13.  Now she
was 17 and just about finished high school.  Jessica had the presence
of mind to call her friend Allison over to help her watch over little
Michael.  Allison was also 17 and would soon be graduating high school
with her.  She was her best friend and also a well seasoned babysitter.
 The two were the classic pair of high school bimbos.  They were the
toast and lust of their small (one horse) town and every jock wanted to
get in the sack with them.   That was ok with both of them.  Neither
Allison nor Jessica had any ambition to further their education.  They
were not very bright at school and their parent's quickly picked up on
this and began grooming the two of them to find a sugar daddy to take
care of them after high school.  This meant nurturing each of their
feminie sides and raising them the way a traditional woman should be
raised - to take care of the home, cook terrific meals for their
hubbies,  change the baby, and be great in the bedroom.

    Jessica and Allison fit the classic woman mold to a tee and didn't
seem to mind that their pathetic little lives would be limited to
serving the needs and whims of their future husbands.  They liked
taking care of babies and toddlers and had become well versed in all
aspects of child care from a very young age.

    The knock at the door jarred Jessica from her thoughts and she
opened it to find her best friend standing there with her baby kit
handy.

    "Oh great Ally.  Did you bring fresh diapers?  I can't even find
where his parents put his.  I did manage to find his baby bottle and
forumula though."

    "Not to worry Jessie." Replied Allison cheerfully.  "I got a whole
set of diapers and lots of wetsy wipes for those aweful little messes
he tends to make."

     "Mmmm yeah.  Can't wait for one of 'those' to happen."  Jessica
roled her eyes in disgust.  "Come on in.  Hope you can find your way
around this trash bin of a living room.

    "Yuck.  Do these people ever throw out their garbage?  It smells
like the diaper pale hasn't been dumped in a week!"  Said Allison as
she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

    "I know what you mean.  I've been taking it in for over an hour and
I'm still not used to it.  Can't even open the door to his nursery
cause there's so much stuff on the floor in there.  I've given up."

     The two blondes chatted for several minutes before settling down
to watch little Michael play with his toys.  He was sitting on his
precious little rump and fidgeting with a small stuffed animal.

    "Mikey looks so cute in his diadee.  I wish I had a camera."  Said
Allison as her gaze beamed lovingly down at the chubby little tot on
the filthy floor.  "Just look at those pudgy lil' cheaks!"

     "Yeah.  He can be a real charmer when he wants to be." Replied
Jessica.  "Until he has to go potty.  He never tells you.  Instead he
just does it in his pants."

     "Pew!  I'll bet he gets real smelly in there."  Said Allison
looking down at little Michael for any signs of "bathroom" related
activity.  "Does he put up a fuss when you change him or is he
passive?"

     "Depends on what he's doing before you perform the deed."  Sighed
Jessica in response.  "If he's playing with his toys, he'll fuss.  If
he makes a mess he'll struggle, but if it's just 'wee wee' or after a
nap, he's nice and submissive."

     "Ummm yeah...poo poo is the hardest.  I'll bet little Mikey gets
nice and smushy down there - it's no wonder he struggles.  He's
probably embarrassed out of his mind."  Said Allison smiling and
winking at little Michael.

     "Yeah, but with two of us here, we'll be able to hold him down.
Besides, Mikey likes it when I tickle his lil' pee pee while I'm
changing him.  It keeps him nice, calm, and distracted while I wipe his
bottom."

     "Oh!  Smart thinking Jessy!  You seem to know all the tricks of
the trade don't you."

    "I try.  But sometimes he can be really difficult."  Replied
Jessica.

    "Mmmm.   I know not just what you mean.  I wish we had straps on
his changing table.  It would be much easier to manipulate him if he
were held down and restrained properly with leather straps.  Then he
would be a good little baby boy while we played coochie coo with his
penis."

     "I know.  It would be great wouldn't it?  But his parents got the
cheapest table they could find.  I think it's plastic."  Sighed Jessica
in teenage resignation.

     "What's on TV?"  asked Allison changing the sensitive subject

     "Probably the same ol' shit.  These people don't even have cable."

     "Shucks, you gotta love that." Replied Allison with a hint of
annoyance.

     Jessica picked up Allison's bag and removed the small stack of
disposable pampers and baby wipes.  She carried them over to the other
side of room and placed them next to the changing table.  Why on earth
would the parents bring the changing table out of Michael's nursery yet
leave the diaper pale inside the clogged room was beyond her
comprehension.  Though admittedly, Jessica wasn't good at comprehending
or pondering difficult issues like that.  She preferred the simplicity
of television.  So she sat down next to Allison and flipped through the
limited number of channels the boob tube had to offer for the evening.

     Michael looked up to see the two blonde babysitters staring down
at him.  A pile of baby drool seeped out of his little white trash
mouth and spilled onto his exposed chest.  He wore no shirt because
they were all dirty and his mommy hadn't gotten around to washing them.
 His cute little pamper made a wraspy noise whenever he shifted his
weight from one butt cheek to the other.  He was quite the fidgeter and
was always getting into mischief.  Little Michael had just eaten a
plate of pasta and tomato sauce before Allison had arrived and his
stomach was quite full and bloated.

    "Ally, could you do me a favor and put your nose up against his
pamper?" Asked Jessica.  "My nose has been so jaded by the aweful smell
in this house.  I can't tell if he 'went' or not."

     Allison kneeled down off of the couch without hesitation.  She was
used to this kind of "checking" routine from her years of babysitting.
Over time, her nose had become quite attuned to a toddler's wet or
messy predicament.  She had learned to block out the scent of baby
powder and focus strictly on the "contents" of the diaper.  Leaning
close to baby Michael, she waited until his attention was focused in
another direction before she expertly placed her face against his
Sesame Street pamper and smelled.  She took a deep, long wiff of his
precious little bottom - searching for special hints and signs of soft
"childish poopies" that might have plopped inside his diaper for a
messy little visit.  After a long moment, the hot looking teenybopper
removed her nose from his rump and looked back up at Jessica.

    "Nope.  Not a single smudge yet."  She stated flatly.  "Has he
eaten yet?"

    "Yeah.  A little while ago shortly before you got here."  Replied
Jessica.

    "Then he'll probably make a 'special' potty soon."  Said Allison.

     Jessica knew from experience what Allison meant by "special."  It
certainly didn't mean something wet or "tinkly."  It meant something
soft, brown, and smelly.  She was definately not looking forward to it.
 But she knew from experience that when her friend Ally predicted
something "special" in a diaper, something mushy and pooey almost
always followed.  They both knew the signs.  The squirming.  The
grunting.  The soft squishy noise in the back of the pamper.  The
smearing and caking.  The aweful aroma that inevitably followed soon
thereafter.  It was all too familiar to the young teens.  But they had
learned to adjust and live with it.  Changing babies would soon be the
focus point of their dull, pointless little lives.  All they were
waiting for was the proper jock to come around.  A young man who would
make them laugh and giggle.  A man who could make an easy impression on
their dim little minds.  A man who would pin them down to a mattress,
fuck them, and knock them up causing them to be bare foot and pregnent
within short order.  It was only a matter of time and the two
teenyboppers couldn't wait to be tied down to a life of devotion,
womanly servitute, and sexual service.  The ability to detect a child's
soft "babyish" odors, wipe their cute little hineys, and lovingly
change the "special" little presents in their diapers was a small price
to pay for a steady income and a good man.  Jessica and Ally were
certainly well seasoned when it came to careing for babies.  Now all
they needed was a good man with a nice disposable income to notice and
take control of them.

    The news came on and both girls turned their attention away from
the televison.  News was boring, so they decided to devote their
attention to little Michael.  Both girls took turns tickling him and
squeezing his soft little tummy.  This inevitably made his intestines
fill with the remains of his digested lunch.  His dinner was still
digesting in his big round belly.  Baby Michael giggled and cooed as
the two teenagers took turns tickling his arms, chest, and chubby
little legs.  Within short order, his tiny little penis made "dribble
dribble" as they played with him.  Little by little, precious baby
drops and tiny little squirts of childish pee pee splashed thickly and
heavily against the front end of his disposable pamper and coated the
Sesame Street characters with warm friendly piddle stains.  Ally's hand
rubbed briefly against the front of little Michael's cute baby diapee
causing the little toddler's pee pee to become stiff and ridged.
Little sparks of "toddy pleasure" rippled through baby Michael's tiny
little sex organ and he began giggling uncontrollably.  This behavior
drew the attention of both Jessie and Allison and both girls began to
suspect the dirty little activity that was going on deep inside
Michael's soft disposable diaper!

    Ally noticed the dampness in the front of Michael's stupid little
diaper when she did her ticklish messaging and she immediately alerted
Jessie to the little tot's moist predicament.  Gently, they picked baby
Michael up by his chubby little armpits and took him over to the
special little table designed just for him.  Softly, they lay the
wiggling toddler down on his back.  Ally held the squirming little
infant down by his arms and chest while Jessie went to work on the soft
little tapes on either side of his precious little pampy.

    RRRiiiPPP.....RRRiiiPPP!!!

   Gradually, Jessie pulled on his shameful potty pants and the front
crotch of little Michael's disposable diaper was peeled back to reveal
a little yellow puddle surrounding his baby balls and tiny little
penis.  Little Michael had made a special little "pee pee" just for the
girls!  The splishy little puddled had sprayed heavily against his
Sesame Street friends (Bert and Ernie) and had sprinkled itself
lovingly against their cute clownish faces.  His damp little pee pee
accident was so warm, loving, and friendly.   If the Sesame Street
characters could talk, they would have thanked Michael's soft little
penis for it's warm, wet, and generous gift.   Michael's intestines had
also become quite full from all the tickling and squeezing that the
teenage girls had performed on him and it was inevitable that his next
diaper would soon be rewarded with soft...brown...attractive poo.  Most
of his diaper characters enjoyed the sexy odor of his squishy kiddie
mess especially when his little brown hole squeezed out the soft
"smeary" variety.  It was so adorable and cute - yet sick and smelly!!

    Jessie was warming to the task of wiping Michael's tiny little
penis and little baby balls with wetsy wipes.  Gently, she clasped his
chubby little ankles together and raised his soft baby legs in the air
while she squirted soft magical baby powder all over his precious
little pee pee and scrotum.  Little Michael giggled and cooed while
Allison showered him with baby talk and distracted his stupid little
mind with a stuffed animal.  She gently inserted a little finger inside
his mouth to keep him passive and quiet while Jessie began tickling his
baby balls with her soft teenage fingers.  Little Michael sucked,
slurped, and cooed even more and his tiny penis grew thick and throbbed
with infant pleasure.  Soft little poopies were beginning their
downward journey toward the base of his cute little anus and it was
only a matter of time before his smelly crinkly door would gently open
to allow the friendly brown visitors into the magical new world of his
brand new disposable pamper!

    "Isn't he just a CUTE little boy?"  Soothed the bubbly blonde
Allison as she watched Jessie expertly apply her soft pedophile fingers
to the little tot's love sack.  "Coochi Coochi Coo!!!"

     Michael's tiny little nub became very stiff and solid and began
bobbing up and down to the sensation of Jessie's soft ticklish fingers.
 His tiny little penis entered a wonderland of magic and sickening
pleasure.  He was being molested.  And his little  penis - now sick and
infected with perverse sexual abuse - would soon convert his heart and
mind into a life long state of filthy dreams and extremly perverted
sexual cravings that no "normal" girl could (or would) ever be willing
or able to satisfy.  He would grow up to become a very sick individual
thanks to Jessie's soft teenage fingers.  All she needed to do was
tickle him just a few more moments, and the transformation from a
normal baby boy into a demented monster would be complete.  Jessie had
no intention of stopping.  She enjoyed the sickening power she held
over the helpless little boy - held captive by his baby cock and it's
desire to be tickled and pleasured.  Little Michael struggled.  Allison
held him down firmly by his arms.  Jessie softly ran her index finger
from his quivering balls down to his tiny brown opening.  Michael gave
in.  His little penis lunged upward with a burst of sexual excitement
and climaxed for several seconds.  Then it sank downward and shrivaled
up again.  The deed had been done.  Jessie removed her fingers and
placed a new disposable diaper under his bottom.  The new diaper had
Disney characters on it.  They were not thirsty.  They were hungry.
Soft brown blobs oozed down little Michael's intestinal shaft.  It was
only a matter of time...



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CHAPTER 2:  MICHAEL MAKES A "POO POO!"


    Allison had warmed to Jessie's sexual advances on little Michael
during his pee pee change.  Hesitantly, she asked Jessie if she enjoyed
tickling baby Michael in a sexually provocative manner.  Jessie said
yes.  Both teens remained silent for a moment, then Allison revealed
that she enjoyed the feeling of power they had over Michael and the
things they could make him do.  Jessie then elaborated further and
admitted that she enjoyed the idea of restraining Michael and rendering
him completely powerless and helpless.  Allison then responded by
saying that she enjoyed seeing the little boy humiliated and shamed
while wallowing in his urine.  Both girls smiled at each other when
they realized the sickening truth.  They both enjoyed molesting little
children - especially little baby boys like Michael.

    Jessie thought about Allison's words with regard to shaming and
humiliating little Michael.  Her pussy became damp and wet with
excitement at the sickening idea that had begun to form in her deviant
teenage mind.   What if they were to...WATCH little Michael do
something else...down there!  What if Allison would enjoy the thought
of...SMELLING and...oh yes...SMEARING "it" all over him?!?

    Jessie thought about it a moment longer.  Allison had already
admitted that she enjoyed little Michael "pee pee predicament."  Would
she actually be willing to take this enjoyable evening to a whole new
level.  It was clear that Ally had little or no respect what so ever
for this white trash family.  She obviously thought very low of little
Michael.  In Jessie's mind, little Michael would soon grow up to be
just like his parents - ignorant and filthy.  In short order, Jessie
came to the inevitable conclusion that baby Michael was merly a sexual
vessel - an "object" to be used and abused for their perverse
pleasures.

     Jessie finally breached the subject with Allison.  Allison
listened to the part about Michael making his "BM" in front of them
while they watched.  Her pussy began to dribble and her flowery panties
became soaked with sick and filthy pedophile juice.  She agreed with an
eagerness that surprised even herself.  In addition, she told Jessie
that it might be fun if they could masturbate while they watched - then
continue masturbating while they took turns performing their very first
"scat molestation" on little baby Michael.  Both girls stripped out of
their clothes.  Each of them had beautiful snow white skin with soft
busoms and shapely round bottoms.  For the first time, they looked upon
one another with sexual lust.  They kissed for the first time -
brushing their soft wet lips against each others mouths while cupping
each others pussies in their soft teenage hands.  Jessie felt how wet
Ally was.  Allison felt how soft and damp Jessie was.  Soon, they
finished fondling each other and turned their sick attention on the
little white trash toddler in front of them playing with his alphabet
blocks.  They had fondled each other into a state of sickening
perversion - the likes of which could not be satisfied with mere child
molestation tactics.  The two girls were beyond that now.  They needed
something more sick, disturbing, and filthy to inflict on helpless
little Michael.  Little did the baby tot know that is was HE who would
provide the very ingredient to fullfill their disgusting fantasy.  All
he needed now was a little prodding, tickling, and pushing.  Then he
would succumb to performing what every baby boy and girl inevitably
performs - a soft "brown" magic show inside his precious disposable
pamper!

     Allison looked over at Jessie.  The two girls nodded and smiled in
deviant fashion at one another.  It was time to put little Michael in
his proper place.  It was time to show him through words and deeds how
worthless his pathetic little life was.  How unimportant to the rest of
the world his trailer trash family was.

    Jessie kneeled down and grasped the ignorant "sexual object" by his
arms.  Allison took hold of his chubby little legs and feet.  The two
girls lifted him over to the changing table again and lay him on his
back.  Jessie was at the opposite end of the "vessel" this time and
skillfully removed his drool soaked shirt.  The little object's bare
chest came into view.  Ally removed his babyish cartoon socks leaving
the brainless little tot completely naked accept for his precious
disposable diaper.  Jessie held him down firmly while Ally undid the
tapes on his cheap disposable cartoon pamper.  It was crucial that they
caught little Michael in the act of defication.  This would provide
both girls with an excellent "show" and ammunition to masturbate and
molest him properly.

     With his little diaper undone on each side, Ally opened his stupid
little pamper and lay it flush with the cartoon characters on the
changing table mattress.  She made sure to keep a portion of the
disposable diaper under his sweet little bottom to catch all of the
special chocolate candy that only this sweet little "vessel" could
provide.  To encourage this process, each girl began taking turns
rubbing and messaging his baby belly while the other girl held the
"object" in place firmly.  This coaxed and coerced the soft little
poopies into pressuring baby Michael's crinkly anus into opening it's
smelly brown door for Allison's viewing pleasure.  She held little
Micheal's legs in the air - yet kept them apart in the shape of a "V"
so that Jessie could have a near perfect view of his little white trash
bottom and all of it's special little magic tricks it would soon
perform for both sickos.

     More tickling, rubbing, and prodding.  More demeaning baby talk
and fingers being jammed in his cute little mouth to keep him passive,
submissive, and quiet.

    Michael's little legs were held gently yet firmly in the air in the
shape of a "V."  Ally looked down lustfully at his soft brown pooey
hole.  Gradually the prodding and pushing began to take its toll on the
little white trash object lying on the changing table.  Michael's
crinkly brown door began to open slowly...a little round smudge began
to appear - peeking out lovingly at the deviant teenager above and
sending it's warm smelly greetings to her cute teenage nostrils.  The
little brown smudge was a bit too large at first.  With a little more
grunting and squeezing, the big smudge began to transform itself into a
smaller, smoother vecter that began to funnel itself outward.  A soft
brown strand of mush began to squeeze and wiggle itself out of "the
object's" special brown opening - forming a soft smelly coil that
begins worming and plopping itself softly onto the base of the
disposable diaper below that lay resting comfortably on the changing
table mattress.  It was not a clean "plop" and little smidgens and
smears streaked down his chubby hiney cheeks - leaving them caked and
gushy with soft baby mush.  Ally's vagina began to trickle and squirt
pussy goo all over the living room floor at the site of Michael's first
brown "visitor."  She was completely naked, and so there was nothing to
stop her pedophile vaginal fluids from contaminating the living room
floor with corrosive and perverted teenage puddles and soft "girlie"
odors.

     Jessie was rubbing her twat feverishly at the site of baby
Michael's first "evacuation."  The next "poopy push" was much more
lovely and exciting to watch.  The stupid little object grunted and
squeezed again.  This time, a much larger chunk of chocolate icing
oozed and slithered out from between the toddler's fleshy butt cheeks -
worming and coiling itself onto the disposable cartoon pamper below -
greeting the first gooey pile with a fond friendly blanket of warmth
and smelly love.

     The living room began to smell like a baby boy's white trash
poopies!  More soft and muddy "BM" oozed and smeared itself all over
the child's filthy diaper - caking and smothering the cartoon
characters with loving warmth and "baby boy stench."  No amount of baby
powder could hide what little Michael was doing now.  His filthy child
poop was smeared and caked ALL OVER his worthless disposable pamper and
his little baby bottom smelled horrible an pooey!

     Jessie's cunny began to make "squirt squirt" all over the floor.
She was sopping wet and damp with with horny "teenybopper" lust.  Her
gooey  teenage puddle and vaginal odor was rivaled only by Ally's
gushes and dribblets at the other end of the changing table.  However,
both of their smelly puddles were drowned out by Michael's poo poo
accident.  A beautiful pile of "brown child filth" and potty mush was
now fully caked, smushed. and layered all over his precious disposable
diaper.  Both girls leaned forward and took a good long look at baby
Michael's special little "performance."  Then, each girl took a nice
long wiff of the precious little odor that emitted from his magical
poopy pamper!  When both of the girls saw this and smelled this, they
were very satisfied with the little "vessel's" progress.

    Now it was time to molest little Michael in perhaps the most
sickeing way a child had ever been molested.

    Ally tentatively reached down a placed her fingers gently against
the little pile of baby poop that resided deep within the soiled
pamper.  Her fingers brushed against the soft warm mess.  Lovingly and
tenderly, she dug her fingers deep into the big brown puddle, scooping
up a very large chunk of dirty "totty crud" in the palm of her hand.
Slowly, she turned her hand upside down and began pressing her poop
smeared fingers firmly against the toddler's baby balls.  Gingerly and
tenderly, she began to SMEAR to soft baby poop in gently
circles...round and round his little baby balls and scrotum.  Little
Michael began to giggle and coo with soft little spasms of infant
sexual pleasure.  More poo poo was smeared and caked onto his white
trash hiney and balls - all smooth, warm and gushy!  Jessie was still
holding his arms down when she realized she didn't need to any more.
The little sex object had stopped struggling and was now giggling and
cooing like a submissive little baby boy should.  Little piles of baby
drool seeped out of his stupid little mouth as Ally continued to molest
him with his very own messy "kiddie" poop!  Both girls giggled and held
their noses as they stared down at their brainless little white trash
prize.  He would never tell on them.  He was too young to speak
coherent sentences yet.  Besides, it looked like the little brat
enjoyed being molested and treated like the pile of trailer trash filth
that he was.  Both girls smiled at each other.  They were just now
beginning to learn that impoverished families were the best targets for
child molestation.  Most poor families possessed little knowlege or
caution about the real world and the sexual perverts that lay in
waiting.  They were seldom educated, and very trusting of strangers.
Some of these poor families were desperate for babysitters - just like
little Michael's parents were.

     Ally held Michael's ankles together and raised his chubby little
legs high up in the air so that his entire poop smeared bottom came
into full view for Jessica.  It was so dirty, smelly, and messy!
Jessie leaned forward and pressed her nose against the little tot's
poop stained balls and inhaled the precious aroma of pre-school
poopies!  So soft....warm...slippery....and stinky!!!

     Now it was Jessie's turn to molest little Michael.  Without
hesitation, she scooped some more of his soft brown poop from the
depths of his disposable potty pants and lathered her hands and fingers
with it.  Then she gently wrapped her poop smeared fingers around
little Michael's soft stiff penis and began to rub and message his
little pee pee with sexually attractive "poopy smears" stains, and
precious brown streaks!  The tip and shaft of Michael's tiny little
penis was now coated with filthy brown - worthless shit!!!

    "Isn't he cute Ally?  He looks soooo adorable now!"  cheered
Jessica.

    "He's looks soooo happy and content Jessie"  the perverted teen
responded.  "Just look at his precious baby balls."

    "And his cute little pee pee is all nice, brown and stiff!   Say 'I
made poopies'....go on...say it little Michey!"

    "Coochi coockie coo!  We see you!"  giggled Ally.

    "Yeah... and we sure SMELL you too!  Don't we Ally."

    "PEW!!!  We sure do.  What a smelly little piece of trash you are!"
chided Allison.

     Both girls placed their poop smeared hands on their cunnies and
began probing, rubbing, and messaging little Michael's chocolate candy
all over the insides of their juicy teenage twats.  Slowly, they sank
their stinky fingers deep inside their bimbo holes and worked baby
Michael's soft brown poop deep inside their filthy pedophile vaginas.
Huge spurts of orgasmic pleasure rippled through each of their bodies
as a wave of intense satisfaction coursed through their perverted
veins.  They had now reached the point of no return.  They were now
child molesters for life.

     Indeed, Jessica and Allison would make the perfect team.  They
would entrap and ensnare unsuspection familes that were both desperate
and poor.  All they would need to do is weed out the familes with older
kids.  Both Jessica and Ally were the sickest of the sick.  They
enjoyed molesting little boys and girls - especially cute giggling
toddlers!  There would be many more episodes of diapers, baby wipes,
and messy little yellow and brown accidents to clean up.   And they
were certainly up to the task.  They both looked so young, innocent,
and trustworthy.  What needy family could say no to Allison's sweet
teenage grin?  Or Jessie's polite disposition and professional
demeanor.  Molesting little kids would never be more fun then perfoming
it on helpess impoverished children.  Corrupting impressionable young
toddlers would only be half the fun.  Getting PAID to perform these
services with what little money these familes had to offer was even
better!   And no one would ever know!  The best thing about molesting
toddlers was their inablility to speak coherently - let alone remember
very much of what happened to them during the course of the day or
evening.  There would be no discovery of their sickening crimes.
Little Michael would soon be living proof of this.  And the two sick
teenagers were definately counting on it.





                                   THE END



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