The Way the Cookie Crumbles
The pitter-patter of bare feet briskly stepping across the tile floor echoed throughout the kitchen before coming to an abrupt halt at the pantry door. Perching herself on her tippy-toes, Bonnie wore a mischievous smile as she retrieved a jar of freshly baked cookies from the top shelf. How Daddy expected her to stay in her playpen with the smell of cooling dough taunting her from across the house was beyond her. Lucky for her, that very same Daddy just so happened to be out running errands under the assumption that his perfect angel was peacefully slumbering in her bed. What a sucker!
“To da victor goes da spoiws!” cheered Bonnie as her hand dove into the cookie receptacle. One by one, she munched on Daddy’s delectable chocolate chip cookies; made from scratch with his own secret recipe. The way they melted in your mouth was nearly as euphoric as full-on diaper sex, at least in the eyes of a snacky Little. Before long, she had eaten nearly half of the canister, something she hoped Daddy wouldn’t pay close enough attention to. Slipping her hand back into the ceramic pot, she decided that one more cookie for the road would satisfy her sweet tooth.
CLICK!
All of a sudden, Bonnie’s ear caught wind of a faint rattling coming from the front door. No, it was too soon! He should’ve been gone for at least another half an hour. Glancing toward the pantry’s top shelf, she knew she wouldn’t have time to put the cookies back without getting caught. She had no choice but to stash them in her nursery and hope for a chance to put them back later.
With the cookie receptacle tucked under her arm, Bonnie bolted back to her playroom and shut the door. Her eyes quickly scanned the room in search of the best available hiding spot for something as bulky as a cookie jar. Perhaps her toy box would be the best option. She hopped down on her knees before the large, wooden chest ready to hide her misdeeds.
GUUUUUUURGLE!
Bonnie’s eyes bulged as her stomach grumbled angrily. Looking down at herself, she became acutely aware of how much her abdomen was poking out from beneath her dress. She had eaten a lot of cookies, so an upset tummy wasn’t out of the question. However, this grumpy tum was paired with cramps that seemed to be moving southward at a concerning speed.
“Bonnie!” called out Daddy, his stern, knowing voice causing Bonnie to tremble, “You didn’t eat those cookies did you?”
Knelt atop the soft carpet with the jar of cookies clutched to her burbling belly, Bonnie did the only thing left that a Little could do at a time like this. “No, Daddy!” she lied horribly, frozen in place by the pressure rapidly building in her colon as she helplessly listened to Daddy’s footsteps approaching the nursery.
💜 Artwork By CodiBaby 💜/💕 Story By CrissieBaby 💕