Category: adult diaper baby

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

First, a pathetic diaper bitch, and now my tiny little diaper cuck. The transition was easy because once you’ve given up your rights as a man, I can basically do whatever the fuck I want with you. Cage options are important, and we tried to fit your useless diaper dick with a cage that would make you suffer in silence.

Mommy doesn’t want to hear you whining while she’s getting fucked by a real man. You know that. When I changed you today, I fitted the cage over your penis and powdered your packaged balls. Such a cute bulge in the front of your diaper for me. Too bad it’s only because of the bulky cage and not because you actually have a sizeable dick.

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Dumb Little Butthole Slut

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Once upon a time, Nicki was a cool boy. Popular with the ladies because of his charming smile and giant dick, but then he met Mama Felicity and made a stupid wish. “I want to be a humiliated, diapered, bimbo buttslut.” And like the phone sex genie I am...

I made all of Nicki’s wishes come true. Now, the blonde bimbo not only has a prescription for diapers (wearing 24/7 will ruin any control you think you have) but she pays her rent by slutting out her butthole for real men while she’s caged and denied any pleasure.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

During the summer months when I have some extra time, I like to pick up babysitting and house sitting jobs to make a little extra cash. So when I saw an ad for a babysitter in the neighborhood app, I responded. It sounded like easy money to me. Luckily it was an older boy. They didn’t care if I took him to run errands with me or whatever I wanted to do for the day. Just as long as he was being watched and wasn’t alone. So it was perfect. I did have errands to run. And I needed to go by the mall for some shoes to go with the vintage dress that I’m wearing to my friend’s bohemian themed wedding. 

So we set off on our journey. Jeremy was really shy and quiet. I tried to chit chat with him. But he didn’t say much. We spent the morning running errands then it was finally time to hit the mall. But I was starving so I knew he had to be too. So we headed towards the food court.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I stood in the center of the playroom with my arms crossed tightly over my chest. Max was attempting to shrink away into the corner, with his paci dangling uselessly from his lips. He had been told repeatedly that his behavior was unacceptable, yet he had chosen to ignore the boundaries I laid out for him.

I walked towards him and stopped just inches away, towering over his small, cowering frame. “Do you have any idea why you’re sitting in timeout, darling?” I asked, calmly. He tried to mumble something, but I reached down and firmly removed the paci from his mouth. “What have I told you about speaking with your mouth full?” I asked, setting his paci on the high shelf where he couldn’t reach it. His bottom lip trembled, but I remained unmoved. He had prioritized his own selfish impulses over the rules of our household, and the time for coddling had long since passed.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

How many times have I told you that I love younger men? I’m only thirty-nine, so it’s not like I’m even that old. But college-aged boys and delightful and delicious. Which brings me to fucking my ex-boyfriend. He was only twenty, but man, that boy had some stamina in him. He wore me out before I could make him cum the three times he was expecting to.

We constantly switched up the positioning. My favorite was cowgirl. I love riding my man, because that’s when I get to be in control and show that boy who’s boss! As a typical guy, Ryan seemed to really enjoy “69”. Who doesn’t love getting oral with their favorite mate?

My hubby was home once again, so I thought it could be a perfect time to tell him all about how Ryan fucks me. He seems to enjoy hearing about that lately. He used to get mad at the thought of me fucking other guys, but he just got over it and now he just masturbates to the stories of me with every other guy but him.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Mr. Gavin came waddling in the room while I was babysitting. There were already eight to ten little ones running around the room. (Will I get in trouble if I said I lost count?) Well, Gavin was my favorite and he knew it. His favorite thing to do was make a mess in his diaper and blame it on everyone else. He loved when I had to sniff him out and chase him down and corner him. He was such a little brat.

Well, I was already running behind, and he thought it would be cute to do his messy business and then pull on my pants leg for my attention. Everyone seemed to get the memo that it was messy time and I had way too many messy diapers to clean at once and it was too overwhelming. I lost my mind and screamed at little Gavin and said, “You’d better watch your fucking mouth in front of me you little brat. Mommy’s not playing with you today after the stunt you just pulled.”

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Instead of picking up diapers like Miss Amber had told him to, instead of going to Target to pick up a new pack like Mama had told him to, Riley decided to pout and beg for social media exposure. Silly diaperless wonder should have thought that threw a little bit more before asking such a thing of an evil Mama.

I edited a wanted poster for the diaperless baby! Asking anyone in his state if they’d seen the baby completing his task at Target. This scared baby Riley a lot. He was shaking in his booties!

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My duties as the resident “Mama” were officially on pause. Upstairs, my ABDL boys were safely tucked into their cribs, safely swaddled with their paci’s. I kicked off my slippers with a sigh of relief as the clock struck ten. Being a caretaker for my ABDL boys was a full-time passion, but my internal thermostat was currently screaming for something entirely different. Something definitely not nursery-rhyme approved.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my contacts with a wet pussy. I wasn’t looking for another playdate or a diaper-changing partner tonight, I wanted someone who didn’t know the first thing about baby powder. A hot, rugged guy who would look at me not as a caregiver, but as the woman I kept hidden behind all those bedtime stories and soft lullabies.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My neighbor asked me to babysit her little boy for the day. He was home from school because it was a school holiday. It worked out perfectly since I didn’t have class either. I thought it would be easy to watch a boy that age. He would probably just watch tv or play videogames the whole time. I mean, I was right about that. He did say he just wanted to play on the computer. So I let him sit at my desk on my computer while I studied for finals. I could tell he was acting kind of weird. But it took me a while to realize that his pants were soaking wet. I couldn’t believe a boy of his age wetting himself. When I asked him if he had an accident, he denied it. That made me even more mad. It wasn’t enough that he ruined my office chair but now he was lying to me. I’d had enough. I sternly told him to go into the restroom and take his wet clothes off. Meanwhile, I went to the closet and grabbed a diaper, some wipes, baby powder, and diaper rash cream.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I really should have known better than to let my little ABDL diaper enthusiast, Leo, sit on the cream-colored sofa. I was busy folding laundry in the next room, humming along to the radio, when the distinct, rhythmic squelch-squelch of a soggy diaper signaled that my boy had once again pushed his luck to the absolute limit.

When I marched into the living room, I found him staring at the ceiling with that wide-eyed, guilt-ridden expression that only a grown man wearing a printed disposable pampers can pull off. “Oopsie, Mama Cory,” he squeaked. His voice cracked with feigned innocence, while a widening, warm puddle beneath his backside confirmed exactly what kind of afternoon we were about to have.

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