Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case. It was all going to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. 
This our story, our adventures, and our love. 
Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. 
Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

Bookworm Little

I always come to this club, it's fun, and it's a chance for me to meet my future cg, I had a few before, but being asexual means they won't get anything from me late that night.

I then met Ella, I knew she's a little from the first time she flashed me her diaper, then when she flashed her pull-ups, she could use some bloomers. When I met Robert and Kennedy the first time, I knew they were her cg, I saw how happy they were, I wished I could have that too.

The next time I and Ella met, she needed help changing her pull-ups, the poor thing was on the verge of tears, I suggested helping her. I wasn't a daddy, but I'm bigger than her, I had really small little friends that I used to help when needed, I made sure not to look at anything privates.

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