Category: abies

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I was having a grand time shopping the other day when I came across a store I had never seen before. Babies & More it read in soft pastel letters arched above the entryway. I expected to walk in and find a candy shop; but what I found instead was even more delightful. Plush carpet welcomed me to a perfectly decorated interior that was designed just for little ones. I gravitated to a shelf loaded with diaper cream, bubble bath, lotions, and Hypnotic Baby Powder.

Grabbing the bottle, I take a closer look at the label. On the surface it looks like a standard bottle of baby powder. The same white plastic exterior, the pale pink shaker on top. It was turning over the bottle, and reading the back, did I start to truly understand what Hypnotic Baby Powder actually was. I felt a wicked grin take over my face as I loaded my basket with every bottle they had on the shelf. I couldn’t wait to get home and stash my find…

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*Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I wouldn’t call myself mommy, but sometimes The Sweet Little ones I babysit call me that. I can tell their real mommy’s don’t care for it, but I am great at my job, so they seem to end up ignoring it for the most part. That being said, I took on a Sweet Little one whose real mommy didn’t seem to mind one bit! In fact, she seemed thrilled that he was now clinging to me so she could go on her dates, undisturbed. Secure in knowing her Sweet Little was being cared for.

I soon discovered what a handful this one was! Always trying to run away, or “talk” back. I could’ve sworn I had the patience of a saint, but I was constantly having my buttons pushed, and I knew I was going to have to think of a plan! As a well rounded, intelligent young lady, I considered myself to be reasonable and patient. So I took to parenting books to figure out how to handle this Sweet Little one, who was determined to run me ragged. Until one day, something irreversible and interesting took place…

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When I first met Will, his shy smile and gentle humor eclipsed the fact that he wore diapers pretty much 24/7. At first, I felt a protective tenderness and learned how to change him in the privacy of his apartment, treating the routine with the same care I would give any other part of his life. As weeks turned into months, however, the novelty dissolved into a persistent ache of embarrassment that settled deep in my chest.

Friends would ask about our weekend plans and I would watch Will fidget. The diapers, once an invisible safeguard, began to feel like a visible mark of inadequacy that I could not hide from strangers or even from my own family. I caught myself glancing at the tiny outline of his diaper, wondering whether anyone could sense the sogginess or even the dampness that occasionally leaked through his pants when he was excited.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Hey there little one.  I know you love to play games.  All babies like you enjoy a super fun game with your Mommy.  Mommy wants to play a game with her big boy.  I know you love playing dirty games with Mommy.  They’re always so fun and ends in such a wonderful way.  You always end up winning no matter what we play.  I’ve got a super fun game in mind that I used to play myself.  Today, Mommy wants to play Red Light/Green Light.

Mommy’s going to take your diaper off and let you play with your special toy.  It’s always such a special treat when you’re allowed to play with your little baby cock.  The rules of the game are super simple.  You’re allowed to rub your weewee only when Mommy says Green Light.  However, you have to stop as soon as Mommy says Red Light.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Charlie looked back at me from where I’d positioned him on his changing table. Usually, I lie him down on his back and tickle his feet before lifting them high to change his soggy diaper. It confused him when I dropped him on his knees and folded him over. My left hand rested on his naked back, and my right hand fondled for my sciorrs. “Mama?” I wriggle with worry, making me smile sweetly. “Why are you cutting a hole in my diapie? I need a change so badly! You’re going to make me leak!”

“Oh, you’ll leak alright.” I worked the hole I’d snipped in his Pamper open with my fingers, and we both heard the front door open and close. Charlie looked at me with big eyes and started to shake his head like he knew what was coming.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’d been called to the “fun house” on the edge of town to investigate what sounded like a paranormal situation. When I pushed open the creaky door, the smell hit me hard. It was a musty mix of wet carpet and baby powder. Weird combo, I thought. My eyes adjusted to the dim glow of a blinking Game Boy Color screen and there it was. A creature slinking in the corner. Its face was a smudge of a shadow and it had many (too many) teeth.

“Well,” I said, aloud, patting my hip where my “Mama Kit” (a custom duffel bag with a sippy cup, pacifier, and a vintage rattle) hung, “you’re not what I expected.” It hissed. I giggled. “Oh, you’re spicy. I like that.” Drawing on years of experience comforting mommy’s boys and toys, I waddled closer, patting the floor. “Here, let’s sit down like grown-ups.” I sat, crossing my legs. The creature paused, with its too-long fingers twitching. Casually, I pulled out the rattle and clicked it. “I bring treats,” I added, unzipping the duffel to reveal a stash of glow-in-the-dark lollipops (for emergencies).

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It all started with a hopeful “I want to help, Mommy!” This year, Timmy begged to bake Christmas cookies, promising to be “extra good” and “follow the recipe like a big boy.” I caved, of course, because what ABDL mother says no to his twinkling eyes right before Christmas?

Big mistake. Within ten minutes, flour was airborne like a blizzard, egg whites were splattered on the ceiling fan (yes, really), and the kitchen resembled a combat zone where sugar and chaos had declared a truce. I stood there, flour-dusted and blinking, as Timmy beamed. He was soooo proud of himself.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Chris was a lanky, 23-year-old man with a longstanding habit of dramatically sighing whenever I produced his diaper from my sleeve. Like a magician with big tits. “Cory,” he’d say, his eyes rolling toward the cosmos, “must you always do the dramatic crinkle thing?”

I couldn’t help it! The crinkle was my love language. One particularly memorable Tuesday, as I prepared to unleash the crinkle on his post-chili-calamity mess, I realized I’d accidentally bought the “super-squishy, ultra-quiet” eco-diapers. Panic set in faster than Chris could say “I’m totally fine, really.”

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Finally! I’d found the stinker that ruined Kayla’s birthday party! I held him up high for the crowd of girls to see, and they cheered. “Finally! Hurry and change him.” “Peeyouu!”, “Oh my god, he stinks!” They all erupted at once, but Kayla pushed her way closer and shoved her nose to the saggy seat of his overstuffed Pampers cruiser and yelled the loudest. “Peyouu! You is one stinky boy!” Mr. Stinkypampers’ face turned beet red as he looked back at her, smelling his stinky pants, and in a soft voice said, “Nutuh.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We were in the artisanal coffee shop downtown. Michael was staring intensely at a pastry tower, when his lower lip starting to tremble. “No, Michael,” I whispered, grabbing his arm so tightly I risked interrupting his circulatory system. “We are having a pleasant afternoon. We agreed on no more sweets because they make you too hyper.”

He didn’t listen. Instead, he decided to stomp and scream as he always does whenever he doesn’t get his own way. Especially when we’re surrounded by people who might judge my parenting skills—or lack thereof. And then, like clockwork, he did it. There was a faint, yet unmistakable, shhhht sound, followed by the specific, horrible squish that only a fully saturated, cotton adult diaper can produce.

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