Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Oh dear, I know. I can imagine what you’re thinking when you see such a shocking image! How could anyone toss a poor diaper boy into the dumpster, right? Well, let me start by telling you I’d never date a Bully. A Bull, yes, a Bully, No! So Trayvon has some explaining to do. I prefer to be the only meanie in a relationship, and no one gets away with treating my Mikey that way! Also, I think it’s important to remember that I only have Mikey’s version of this story, and everyone knows babies sometimes fib a little.
But I’ll tell you what Mikey told me, and maybe you can help me decide what to do next. Last weekend, I told Mikey to stay home and behave himself because I had a date with Trayvon. Tray is a six-foot-two, muscular black guy whom I met at the gym. He’s pure masculine energy, total Alpha vibe, like the opposite of my little nerd, Mikey. Mikey, understandably, was curious and confused as to why Mommy wanted to date when the two of them could stay home and snuggle.
Mikey’s Misadventure into The Dumps
I had to tell Mikey that Mommy had needs only big boys could satisfy, and of course, there was nothing big in Mikey’s diapers. We talked briefly about how Mikey could meet Trayvon SOMEDAY and maybe watch how he pleases Mommy, like a diaper cuck. By someday, I totally meant after I warned Trayvon about Mikey’s diaper situation. You can’t just spring that sort of thing on a real man, ya know?
But Mikey was impatient. While Mommy was sleeping, he snuck into my phone and got Trayvon’s contact info. He called him from his phone, and of course, Trayvon didn’t answer. Unthinkably, Mikey decided after four missed calls, he would ride his tricycle over to Trayvon’s house and introduce himself!
He put on a fresh diaper and his cute lil polo shirt and rode right over. Mikey told me he was very nervous when he parked his tricycle and strutted right up to the door. He knocked, and knocked, and knocked. When Trayvon finally answered the door shirtless, in just a pair of baggy basketball boxers, Mikey realized just how big the big boy was! But at no point so far did he think this was a bad idea!
Mikey puffed out his chest and said, “Hi, I’m Kayla’s boyfriend,” and before he could say another word, he felt Trayvon’s massive hand grip the collar of his shirt, then he lifted poor Mikey right off his feet and slammed his back into a brick wall. As you can imagine, Mikey was so scared now that he made a stinky mess in his diaper! A very stinky one that had Trayvon gagging as he held him against the wall and drew back his fist.
Mikey told me he flew his hands out and started to yell, “I’m pussy free! I’m pussy free! I’m a diaper cuck!” Remember, Mikey doesn’t really understand all of the details; he kind of just goes along with whatever Mommy says, so his telling Trayvon this was probably a mistake. Or it saved him from a beating, who knows!
Down in the Dumps
All I do know is that after hearing this, Tray dropped Mikey and yanked down his pants. Laughing at the droppy load in my diaper boy’s Pampers. Then he hauled him over to the dumpsters, where he bent him over the edge. Mikey said he really panicked, not knowing what would happen at that point, but he heard the cap of a Marker being popped off, and Trayvon wrote something on his saggy bottom. Obviously, Mikey couldn’t see the scribbled words and knew better than to ask.
Tray picked him up like he weighed nothing and chucked my poor baby into the dumpster!! He isn’t a dumpster baby! That never should have happened! Poor stinky Mikey said that’s when Trayvon started taking these horribly embarrassing pictures and videos for Snapchat before shutting the lid, saying, “Let me tuck you into your crib.”
I bet, like me, you’re wondering how Mikey managed to get himself out of the trash. He told me that after hours of yelling and listening to some adult noises coming from Trayvon’s apartment, an old garbage man opened the dumpster and helped smelly Mikey pull himself out.
Then, of course, Mikey had to peddle his smushy, stinky trash-covered self home as fast as his tricycle could carry him. I don’t know exactly what I’ll do about Trayvon treating my baby this way, but I know he won’t get away with it!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
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