My Fantasy Fictional World of my Dreams: Creeping, but Sacked Heroes of Non-fictional World

Her diaper was put on me with passion and not even the men wanted to see what kind of action I was getting from the non-fiction portal. She held my hand and we went on a picnic with the wives and girlfriends from a non-fiction portal. They wanted to be with me and each of them participated in my diapering and changing. I am their slave and the hater females of the non-fiction world never got a chance to get off because our world doesn't get upset at what we do, so we injure them with best friend choices while neglecting the other. We burned the non-fiction males and females so badly that our fictional world took noticed and guarded us even more carefully. The silly Egyptian we murdered because his face looked weird. We hate men that try to see us and the lynching they get shocks, awes and surprises all, because our planet is 555 times bigger that non-fictional ones. Each day, my goddess takes her new respect and serenity to a new level, and we just can't stop diapering each other. When I diaper her, I get in trouble, because I wasn't supposed to diaper her according to her, so I get punished more with cowardly intentions. We ran our parents out of existence distraughtly and formally with cruel intentions to get back at them. Although dead, we made them die with a constant full metal jacket type campaign of diaper rash stories that brought my mom down like a lion brings down a wildebeest. So many of these next level images and reports from this awesome channel makes a mother just give up on trying to mate with her son. My High Priestess takes her High Priest, Anonymous, to the pool and diapers me top prove that there is no relationship between my mother, father, and I, etc.

My Goddess Witch Babysitter

We sacrificed more animals that could help but kill these hoes that are too dull for us. We banned traditional marriages and stalkers that are non-fictional. We banned nose breathing busters that we beat when we sent the senses of our pride and glory double changed in front of the male who couldn't help thinking about his girlfriend loving it and this all the while high on crystal methamphetamine or just flat out divided, parted and split up for my own evil purposes. Tripling our evil, we make it from our wiccan altars, and we answered each other's prayer on the matter. We answered each other's prayer on getting family out of our life and that's what us Pagan's love to do. We answered each other's prayer on no wrath from each other totally with total understanding of each other. We claimed different murders that no one would claim, but fictional people can't be found or realized. We answered each other's prayer to not be cursed by each other or let anyone curse us or prove that we can do things for a fitness test, because that's stupid. We answered each other's prayer on murdering and adulterating the public in a separate world with the government with trifling capture and caught sleeping with another man, me, but in a baby onesie, his worst nightmare. She made them flaming hot and our affair killed the press, and she answered my prayer on multiple victims with affairs all over the map on brilliant scientist, judges, and politicians to actresses. We brought home three articles of Sisi, the Egyptian and burned them with one of my dirty diapers that his wife changed me with, a poopy one and he was pissed, finally, because his worst nightmares came true, an affair happened with her and me. We moved beyond elemental curses into war crime infantilism reel by reel, like on Blackhawk Down.