Category: abies

Mommy's New Toilet

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I had Dan’s ankles held up in the web of my hand and his fresh diaper was tucked right under his bare butt when it hit me like a train. I had to go and badly! My knees bumped against each other and rubbed as I started to bounce a little. The tinkle dance was taking over me, but I wasn’t finished changing Dan.

“Ohh, I have to go. I have to go so, so bad.” I whined and shook the powder over Dan’s penis. He was semi-hard, and watching Mommy dance around was making his little dock grow harder. “Fuck,” I crossed my legs, thinking Id never make it all the way downstairs and to the restroom. The open diaper under me was dry as a bone, and Dan wets so fast anyway! I climbed up to straddle his lap and pulled my panties to the side. He looked at me with lustful eyes, watching where my crotch hovered over his. “You don’t mind wearing Mommy’s new toilet for a little while, do you?”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You’ve worked hard all week long.  You deserve a break from the responsibilities and demands of your adult life.  I provide you with the perfect escape from the reality of all you have to do and face throughout the week.  All you have to do is turn yourself over to me and my ministrations.  I know the best way to let go of all those adult worries is to regress you back to when life wasn’t so stressful and demanding.  Your transformation starts when I strip off your grown up clothes and slip on your weekend diaper.  Now you’re my good little baby who only has to obey Mommy Zoey.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

James was one of my regulars. He was a successful architect, intelligent and articulate in his professional life, but beneath the veneer of competence was a deep-seated need for comfort and discipline. The contrast was often poignant. He stood on the porch, clutching a worn teddy, his eyes wide and a little anxious. “Cory,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey, sweetie,” I replied, opening the door wider. “Come on in. It’s chilly out.”

He shuffled inside, immediately drawn to the cozy warmth of my living room. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, the soft lighting casting a comforting glow. A playpen sat discreetly in the corner, surrounded by toys and plush blankets. It was a sanctuary. “Rough day?” I asked, gesturing towards the plush armchair. He nodded, burying his face in the teddy. “Mr. Henderson keeps micromanaging everything.” I knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Sounds stressful, honey. Did you remember to wear your pull-up today?” He nodded again, a small blush creeping up his neck. “Yes, Mama.” “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft but firm. “Did you have any accidents?”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The Met Gala was a whirlwind of glamour and chaos. The red carpet was a sea of flashing cameras and eager photographers. I stood there in my silver mermaid gown, the cool fabric shimmering under the bright lights. My silver flowers in my hair added a touch of whimsy to the futuristic look. You, in your silver suit, looked like a god among men. The photographers loved us, snapping pictures as if we were A-listers.

You leaned in, your breath hot on my ear, and I thought you were going to give me a sexy bite. Instead, you whispered, “I had an accident.” My eyes widened, but I kept my composure. “It’s okay,” I reassured you, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “Let’s get inside.” Once we were in, we ran into an old friend who quickly understood the situation. She led us to the washroom, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The changing table was tiny, barely big enough to sit on, let alone hold a grown man. You looked at me, a mix of embarrassment and relief in your eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you muttered,

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Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

My good friend Kelly has married a cheater. He is the kind of man who just can’t keep his dick in his pants. I saw all the warning signs and all the red flags, and I tried to tell her not to marry him, but she was in love. She “trusted” him not to break her heart or hurt her—poor, stupid Kelly.

It’s been three months since the wedding, and already, he’s gotten sloppy. He left his social media logged in on their home computer, and when she sat down to pay bills, she saw the messages between him and some teenybopper slut. Kelly was beside herself as if she didn’t see this coming. She cried on my shoulder, asking for advice, and since she hadn’t listened to me the first time I gave some (telling her not to marry him), I knew I had to take care of this myself. I was going to diaper a cheater.

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familiar

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The screen door slammed shut, and I heard the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers hitting the worn wooden floor. “Mama Cory, we’re back!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small house. His sister, bless her heart, trailed behind him, her face a picture of quiet contemplation.

Last Sunday was supposed to be a good one. I’d given my son Ronnie and his sister the donation money for church, a whole twenty dollars, carefully saved from my meager earnings at the diner. Church donations weren’t compulsory, but I liked to give what I could to help with church expenses. It was my way of contributing to the community, teaching Ronnie and his sister to be charitable human beings.

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unique

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Okay, so, my boyfriend, Mark, has a unique hobby. He likes to have “accidents” his pants. I know, I know. It sounds like something an adult wouldn’t find hilarious, but for Mark, it’s apparently peak adult entertainment. Look, I’m not judging. Much. When he first confessed his little passion, I choked on my kombucha. It was a first date, mind you. Smooth, right? But I’m a pretty open-minded person, and honestly, after the initial shock wore off, I was mostly just curious. Plus, he’s really cute. And makes a mean lasagna.

He explained it all, bless his heart, turning bright red. He insisted it wasn’t just the wetting part and that he was also really into the aftercare. The whole helpless, vulnerable thing. Me taking care of him. The diapering. Okay, the diapering was a new level. I’ll admit, the first time I changed him, I felt like I was babysitting. It was awkward. I kept giggling, which he did not appreciate. “Seriousness!” he’d whine, voice muffled by the onesie he insisted on wearing for the occasion.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Sweet young Mommy Zoey decided you’ve been such a good boy that you deserve a trip to the zoo today.  First, let me make sure I have everything we’re going to need for our outing.  Your stroller, diaper bag, sippy cup, and outfit are all ready to head out.  So, let me dress you in your cute little outing outfit.  Everyone is going to think you’re adorable.  Mommy knows how to turn heads with a little baby like you.  Are you already blushing because you know everyone’s going to be looking at you while we’re out today?  That’s so adorable!

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He's MY Diaper Boy Now

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Brayn was just about how our diapers and waiting on shipping wasn’t an option. We had to go to Target, or he’d have accidents all over the house. I taped him up tight in his last Pamper, and away we went. I love when the back of his diaper peeks out of his jeans, so as we were walking into the store, I reached down his pants to give it a little tug. Making sure anyone who saw us would know he was my diaper boy. It’s a good thing I did because as we rounded the baby aisle, we bumped right into his ex-girlfriend, Laura Jean!

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Motorcycle Diaper Dick

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Everyone thinks motorcyle guys are badasses and maybe some are but I have one who loves to tease me with his diaper dick. I used to babysit for his little sister, and one night when she was fast asleep, he confessed to me that he’d never really grown out of diapers and loved stealing her pampers to cum in them. I found it incredibly sexy and asked if he’d show me.

Fast forward four years, my little diaper dick is all grown up. He’s unbelievably sexy and all the girls want to fuck him. But none of them get the chance because of his little secret, which he shares only with me. He purchased this super sexy crotch rocket and texted me that he wanted to take me for a ride.

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