Aimes & Pawson See What's In Store

Written by Sophie & Pudding

Art & Characters by JuiceBox

Aimes & Pawson is an ageplay children’s picture book intended for adult audiences. But this website doesn't support pictures so please find the full version on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BXN7J86C

Our goal was to create a book for story time or bedtime, with no sexual themes and maximum Little feels! Some of the words can be quite big - upwards of 10 letters long! - so you may need an adult to read it for you.

This story takes place in the winter, when Aimes and her teddy bear Pawson go shopping.

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Chapter One

Snow fell in flakes over the ocean. Most of them fell into the water and disappeared in an instant. Some of them fell on the harbor docks and made a thin, white blanket over the ground. A very lucky few of them landed on the shoulders and hats of two adventurers - a young woman named Aimes and her teddy bear Pawson - as they stared out at at the huge ships and the empty horizon.

"Gosh, it's cold," Aimes shivered, wearing nothing but a short sleeve cargo shirt, a safari hat, a pair of well-worn boots, and a thick diaper. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm.

"Maybe it's finally time you got some pants," Pawson chided, rubbing his own magenta fur with his paws.

"I refuse," Aimes said sharply. Pants were always in the way whenever she had to climb something or get changed. Why anyone wore them at all was beyond her. And besides, Pawson didn't wear any pants either!

"This wouldn't be a problem if we left for Bermuda last week, like we were supposed to," Pawson sighed.

"I thought I had the map the right side up," Aimes pouted. It had been quite an ordeal even finding the harbor in the first place.

"This is why I do the directions," Pawson added. Aimes rolled her eyes. The sun was setting behind the buildings and every minute felt colder than the last. That was when Aimes caught sight of a sign: "Wonderland Department Store".

"Let's warm up in there," Aimes suggested, pointing at the large storefront. There was a big window with a display, and the lights inside were yellow and inviting. It seemed warm.

"Our ship," Pawson warned.

"We have a few hours before we leave port," Aimes added, knowing the time from her experience with sunsets and not at all from knowing how to read a clock. Pawson hesitated, but he didn't want Aimes to catch a cold either, so he nodded.

Aimes and Pawson hurried through the front doors of the department store, and it was very much like tumbling into a storybook. It was like stepping into another world, and one far removed from the cold, bleak, and grey sky that hung above the horizon outside. The sky inside was denoted by warm chandeliers that hung in rows above the rich, plush, and red carpet aisles. Long streamers of green garlands wrapped in baubles and tinsel draped down from the ceiling, drawing their eyes to lines of glass and steel countertops adorned with trinkets and fancy décor. Above the din and chitter of the murmuring shoppers, Aimes could hear the faint sound of a small brass band playing warm and lovely music on a distant side of the store. She could also hear a crinkling and rustling that came for once not from her own midsection, but from decorative paper wrapping stations nearby.

More importantly than any of that, it was warm. Warm, but not too warm.

And more importantly than even that, with a store this size, Aimes knew there had to be a toy department!

"Excuse me, Miss," a man said, approaching Aimes and Pawson. He was wearing a nicely pressed suit and had a pocket square on his jacket with a monogrammed W. The other notable thing about him was that there was color on his cheeks, and he never quite met Aimes' stare.

"I regret to inform you," he continued, "but you seem to be missing your..."

His hand politely gestured to Aimes, at her lower half, and Aimes wondered for a moment if she had put on the wrong diaper that afternoon. But because of Pawson's earlier comment, she quickly understood.

"Oh, no," Aimes said with a smile. "I don't wear pants."

"Right..." The man looked once more at Aimes, then down at Pawson, who shrugged his shoulders.

"That's not a problem, right?" Aimes asked, tilting her head.

The man stood there quietly, running through the store rules in his head. Shirt? Yes, she had one of those. Shoes? Yes, she had two of those. And thus, service.

"No, Miss," the man said with a bit more embarrassment, mostly for making a mistake of his own. "No, that isn't a problem at all. Is there anything I can help you find?"

"Toys?" Aimes asked, looking at Pawson with an amused smile.

"Ah, yes. Those are upstairs. Just go straight down this way and you will find the staircase on your right."

"Thank you!" Aimes said cheerily, then bounded off past the man with Pawson in tow.