Kevin and the 'Baby'
"Awww... Did the bae-bay make messes in it's nappie?" Kevin Thompson cooed to the figure in the playpen, his 'little girl' had just started crying, but a quick check of her diaper revealed that it was dry.
"Poor, poor, bae-bay." He continued to coo, then noticed a small cut on her hand, he kissed it to make it better then told her to play 'waitsees' while he went to the bathroom for a band aide and some antibacterial goop.
He went back as quickly as he could to dress his poor 'little girl's' wound and kissed it again, then he had her sit on his lap and promised to tell her a story before nap-naps.
In his lap, Daria Morgendorffer ground herself into his crouch, knowing full well that her 'infancy' turned him on just as much as it did her.
"Oh someone's being naught-naughty." Kevin cooed lustfully, "And methinks she needs a 'spank-spank'!"
While she whined against being spanked, inside Daria was giddy with excitement, there was nothing better than 'spank-spanks' from the one man she had met who truly understood what she was all about.
"Dad-da, pease no!" Daria cooed in fake baby-talk, but her tone and her crouch grinding clearly said, "Yes, Yes, Yes!"
And Kevin couldn't refuse that, now could he?