Category: adult baby

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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giantess

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’m what they call an Amazon, a Giantess, towering over most men, especially my own father. Dad? He’s a ‘Little.’ Not just short, mind you, but actually, genuinely small. His head barely reaches my knee, his hands are so tiny they fit perfectly in the palm of my own. In our society, women like me aren’t just leaders; we’re the bedrock, the backbone. We build, we manage, we protect. Men, the Littles, often need assistance. So, when I got my acceptance to the Grand Citadel University, Dad went into a panic.

“Who will help me reach the top shelf, Cory? How will I get to work? Who will even get me into bed at night?” He looked so vulnerable, my tiny dad, perched on the edge of the sofa, his little feet dangling. He offered me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. “Stay, my dear. You can control the house, the finances. I’ll keep working, of course, but you’ll be the woman of the house.” It was a tempting offer. A sizable allowance sealed the deal. College could wait. Power, and a fat bank account, were right here.

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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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Mommy's Wittle Diapee Fag

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My hand smoothed over the diaper tab and rubbed over the tiny button underneath. It’s such an itty bitty, useless clit that Mommy keeps it covered with crinkly diapers so I don’t have to look at how pathetic it is. Honestly, it embarrasses me to see how much it leaks. I tried putting it in panties, but it just soaked through them! Diapers were needed to absorb the loser’s desperation.

“Almost ready,” I coo at my wittle diapee fag. Helping him sit up so I can clip the pink bra in place and tug the matching thong over the hugely padded diaper. “Oh, I nearly forgot!” I hold up the baby bib and tie it about the sissy’s neck. His cheeks are so red, and he can’t even meet my eyes as I clip a massive bubble gum pink bow onto his head.

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abdl

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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Welcome to Miss Zoey’s Sissy Faggie Daycare Center!  I’ve spoken to your Mommy and she agrees it’s time for you to face the truth.  You’re not a little boy, you’re a little sissy girl.  I carefully interview all the mommies before they bring me their little ones.  There’s a check list we go through to make sure this is the right place for you.  But most of the mommies who contact me already have a pretty good idea that you’re not a real boy.  They also know you’ll never grow up to be a real man.  So, I’m here providing my services to help them transform you into the true sissy you’re meant to become.

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