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This is my first comic!. Enjoy!

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This is my first comic!. Enjoy!

It was a commission from #cakipopo

This is my first comic!. Enjoy!

It was a commission from #cakipopo

This is my first comic!. Enjoy!

It was a commission from #cakipopo

This is my first comic!. Enjoy!

It was a commission from #cakipopo

Amanda had always had an aptitude for mathematics. If it hadn’t been for the revolution she might have been working in a Wall Street financial firm by now.

As you approached her nursery you could hear her counting things aloud in a cute mumbled lisp. She was probably trying to talk around her pacifier.

As you entered the nursery the sweet smell of baby powder assailed your nostrils. You took a precautionary sniff. ‘Good, no stinky diaper.’ You thought to yourself but you would still check her anyway because the regressed girl had likely wet herself.

You smiled down at Amanda as she took some yellow plastic balls and put them in her pink plastic potty.

“One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five!” She counted out with a delighted sequel and clapped her hands together.

“Good girl!” You praised her, “but that isn’t quite how you’re supposed to use the potty sweetheart. Do you remember trying to sit on the potty for Daddy? Hmm, never mind.”

Amanda wore a perplexed expression then she hunkered down on her hands and needs and started to make soft grunting noises.

‘One. Two… Three.’ You mentally counted and then sighed to yourself as you watched the rear of Amanda’s diaper suddenly balloon out as she pushed her poo poo into it.