My children seem to have half a dozen electronic gadgets on them at all times!I had a bag of Chemistry textbooks, having sold my Physics and Maths one... back to the student thrift shop the day after learning that I had passed the exams in those subjects. I had added a couple of my paperbacks to the 'keep' pile, and left the others on the bookcase at the house for next year's occupants to read. I felt that I had slimmed down my belongings as much as possible.It was still quite a struggle to get. As I work my way to her belly she is giggling. “Oh that tickles.” So I play there for a bit running my tongue around her belly button. As I do so I turn my self into the 69 position. Straddling her head. She kisses the head of my cock. Running her tongue the length and sucking my balls. “Ohhhh Yea.” I moan. I kiss the inside of her thighs. She spreads her legs to give me full access to her pussy. My very first touch of my tongue is between her pussy and anus. She wiggles her ass in response. I. .?" I asked."Adopt who?" An unwanted baby?" I suggested.She laughed. "There's no such thing here in this dimension. Those luckyenough to have babies always keep them, cherish them, and raise them.The government even provides subsidies for mothers to help out with thefew natural births that occur." What about teen pregnancy?" I asked curiously."Not a thing here like I've heard it is in your dimension as much.Parents tend to keep their teenage daughters on a pretty tight leash.The few too young. As usual, I'm speechless -- gagged as I type - with my chains jingling as the words flow. I can feel my stiffness growing in my pink plastic panties. I feel the butt plug inside me. In the full-length mirror to my left, I can see my short, sheer, pink plastic dress, with matching bonnet and booties. I can see three bags of my pasty, drug-sweetened gruel hanging on high wall hooks behind me. I can see the chains the shackle me to my chair. So maybe I'm just a crybaby.After all, I've dreamed of.