Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m a new volunteer today. Want to know what I’m volunteering for? Diaper Daycare! Once a month the local daycare sponsors our lovely adult babies and they all get together in their favorite diaper brands and crawl around like the little toddlers they are. This little guy, Mike, told me he loves when I play detective and pick out the smelliest little one and embarrass them in front of everyone. I’m going to take pictures so I can get with my girlfriends and laugh about it later.

I walked into the center of the room as I watched all the little ones crawl around me. Everyone was so cute skedaddling around in their little Pampers and Luvs. There was the cute little boy sitting in the corner of the room sucking on his little paci. He had little blonde curls and was playing with some toys.

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Earn Mommy's Cock Milk

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.

“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

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Danny Washes Mama's Car

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

This weekend was a beautiful eighty degrees! The sun was out most of the day, and I knew it was time for Danny to wash Mama’s car. All that road salt and gunk from the winter just had to be cleaned off so we could say goodbye to winter for good.

I pulled the car out of the garage and parked it in the center of the driveway. Right where all the neighbors could see my hard-working baby boy do his chores. Then I pulled out a little lawn chair so I could watch the show too. What show, you might be asking? Well, Danny isn’t like other Mama’s boys. He’s tall and sexy with sculpted muscles all over! And he wears a secret diaper under his shorts!

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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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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Melanie handed me the mug. “He’s yours for a while,” she whispered. “Then it’s my turn.” Ethan didn’t suspect a thing. He’d been grinning all night at the party upstairs, leering at us like we were prizes. By 10:47pm, I made sure he’d downed three drinks, all of which contained chamomile and a splash of something far more calm-inducing. He slumped against the couch shortly after he finished the third drink. What a dummy. He should have known not to accept a drink from a near-stranger.

“Let’s move him,” I said. Melanie smirked. “I bet he never suspected this would happen when he chose to go to the party.” We carried him down like a ragdoll. His protests dissolved into snores by the third step. The diaper we put him in was size XXL, which was a mocking fit for his bulky frame. Melanie held him still while I snapped the tabs. Ethan twitched once, as if he was dreaming of escape. If only he knew. lol I reached for the laxative, sweetened to taste like vanilla. He gulped it down in a bottle, oblivious to his current reality.

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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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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got home from school, and I heard some noise upstairs, so being the curious kitten that I am, I went to investigate. I took off my shoes so I could be quiet and tiptoed up the stairs in my socks. The moans and grunts were coming from the room at the end of the hallway. The door was cracked open, and I peeked in and saw my older brother trying on our mothers’ panties!

I started giggling but had to cover my mouth quickly, so I wasn’t caught. I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the camera and started recording him. Having no idea I was standing there, until I slowly creaked the door open, he still didn’t know I was there once I walked in. I heard him gasp and saw him turn around. He was wearing mom’s thong and matching bra! His hand quickly covered his cock that was peeking out of the side of the thong.

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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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