Category: abies

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

It’s been two days since I took away Todd’s potty rights. So far, he’s only wet his diaper, but I know he can’t hold out forever. This morning, I noticed he had been rubbing his tummy. I think I even heard it gurgling. “Aw, Todd. Are you hungry, baby?” I thought maybe feeding him would make him feel better. But instead, he shook his head with a worried look. “May I use the potty, Mommy?” He begged in a small voice.

“No, Sir! That’s what your diapers are for, remember? No more potty time. You’ll mess yourself like the baby you are.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My big brother was left in charge of me to babysit me for the night.  But I’d been planning for his night for weeks.  When everyone else was busy, I hid some things behind the couch.  After Mommy and Daddy left, I told big brother I wanted to play a super fun game.  He smiled indulgently and said we could play any game I wanted.  I held out my pinky and made hm pinky promise to not go back on his word.  He laughed and wrapped his pinky around mine and made the promise.  So, I climbed over the back of the couch and pulled out a pink thick diaper and a pretty pink dress.  Then I told him I was turning him into my sissy baby girl.

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Babysitter in Diapers

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

The littles were asleep, and I was tidying up the living room when a strange feeling came over me. I’d just stacked a fresh pile of diapers under the end table near the couch, and all I could think about was putting one on. I hadn’t worn a diaper since I was small, but all the babies I sit for never wanted to be potty-trained. It must feel so lovely to be swaddled in the warmth of a diaper.

I kneeled beside the end table and pulled one from the stack. Slowly, I unfolded it and brought it to my cheek. The inside was incredibly soft, and it smelled delicious. It was large enough to fit around my little hips, so what would be the harm in trying it on?

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Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

“Where the fuck are all my gloves?” I slapped my hands on my thighs in frustration. The smell coming from Kolty was a sure sign that I couldn’t wait much longer to change him. The toxic waste leaking into his pants would surely dissolve anything he sat on if I waited any longer, but I couldn’t find my gloves. “I swear I’d just bought a brand new box of purple ones!”

“I know where they are, mama.” Kolty smiled up at me as if the stench wasn’t burning his nose like it was mine. He turned to poke his butt out at me and pointed to his saggy diaper.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Who’s the cutest little boy in the whole world?  Why, I think it’s you!  Come here and let sweet Mommy Zoey take care of all your needs.  Let me change your diaper, feed you from my breasts, cuddle and snuggle you.  I even want to take care of your swollen little wee wee inside that diaper of yours.  Mommy Zoey has the sweetest touch and knows exactly what to do to make my little boys and girls feel so loved and relaxed.  Whether it’s singing lullabies, teaching naughty boys how to behave, or showing my little ones what naughty mommy does to her little boys, I am here for all your needs.

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Back To School Photos

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

“Stop fidgeting and smile.” I scolded Jessy for the third time this morning. My hand reached out to straighten the bow tied tightly at her waist. Then I stepped back again and held up the camera. “Say ‘Back to School!”

“But Valerie,” Jessy pouted and shifted in her ballet flats. Her little white knee-high socks with lace frills at the top started to slouch down her calves. ‘I’m not a girl. I don’t wanna wear this on my first day. Everyone will make fun of me.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 et 407

It all started innocently enough. My friend, Gary – a man whose beard had a beard and whose idea of a challenging morning was deciding between two different artisanal coffee blends – casually asked if I could “help out” for a few weeks. He’d apparently aggravated an old sports injury, which sounded legitimate at the time. My visions were of fetching him an extra-large pizza and maybe a few remote controls. Never did I envision myself becoming, for lack of a better term, his “Mama.”

The first clue was the distinct odor of Johnson’s Baby Powder mixed with something vaguely earthy. Then came the sights. A crib, oversized bottles, a mountainous pile of what I initially mistook for industrial-grade pillow stuffing, but which quickly resolved into absurdly large, plastic-backed diapers. And there, nestled amidst a sea of plush toys and a particularly garish cartoon blanket, was Gary. Not the beard-having, coffee-snob Gary I knew, but a version clad in a pastel blue onesie, sucking on a pacifier the size of a teacup, gazing up at me with eyes that seemed far too innocent for a man who owed taxes.

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Mommy Wants To Watch You Potty

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I have a bit of a naught fascination. Some may even call it a kink, but I love to get boys really, really hard and as I’m stroking them, beg them to potty for me before making cummies. It’s so sexy watching them become nervous and turned on.

I always used to hear that boys couldn’t tinkle if they were hard, but that’s so untrue. Mommy wants to watch that unpredictable stream flooding from your tip before the eruption of cum follows the relief.

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sex therapy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

They call me Dr. Cory. I prefer just Cory, though. It feels more intimate. My patients, especially the men, seem to appreciate that. They usually walk in here carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, desperate for a listening ear, a compassionate gaze. What they don’t see, what they could never see, is the coiled viper beneath the serene exterior. A promise I made to myself years ago, after a man, a grown man, shattered my innocence. My revenge, you see, isn’t loud or violent. It’s surgical. Psychological. It’s how I remain in complete control.

Donald was my latest project. He shuffled into my office, a walking bundle of anxiety and vague dissatisfactions. His tie was too tight, his shoulders hunched, his voice a low monotone as he listed his woes: feelings of inadequacy, trouble sleeping, a general sense of being “stuck.” Typical. The moment he sat down, I knew his path. Regression therapy. The ultimate emasculation. We’re talking diapers, pacifier, babbling…the whole shebang. He was the perfect candidate.

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BZ's Unpotty Training Reward

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

BZ wasn’t loving unpotty training. He really wasn’t a fan of wearing diapers, especially out of the house, but like all good boys, he was trying for Mommy. He waddled over to me and tapped me on the thigh. I was texting Ryan and asked BZ what he needed.

“Um, I have to go potty.” He looked sheepish and embarrassed. My hand reached out to squish the front of his very dry diaper crotch.

“Just go in your diaper like you’re supposed to.

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