Category: babies

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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It’s been a crazy week at Mommy Julie’s Daycare. Daylight savings time has really affected the little ones. Their sleep patterns have been so messed up. They don’t feel sleepy at night when it’s so sunny and bright out. I had to get some light blocking curtains for the nap room. They’ve all been oversleeping in the morning. So that’s made them late to daycare. That really throws off the whole schedule. It’s nearly impossible to get my own little ones to adjust their schedules when all of my daycare little ones are so out of whack. Even their diaper schedules are off. Why do they still have to do these stupid time changes? I’m so over them already! I had everyone on a perfect schedule. Now it’s total chaos. They are going at all different times. So I’m just doing diaper after diaper at sporadic times. And their diapers have been awful too. Like the most stinky explosions I’ve ever seen or smelled. I had to go to the wholesale store to stock up on diapers, wipes, gloves, masks, diaper rash cream, powder, and oil. I’ve never done so many diaper changes a day in my entire life.

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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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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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just can’t get enough of my little ones. And I knew I had so much love to give. But I couldn’t just continue to have more and more. So that’s when I decided to start Mommy Julie’s Daycare. I was so excited to have so many little ones to nurture, care for, and love. So much time went into planning the layout. The kitchen was completely stocked with little dishes, bottles, sippy cups, juices, snacks, and stuff to make healthy homemade meals for them. I have a cupboard of natural remedies for everything from tummy troubles to teething pain and everything in between. And I was working on increasing my milk supply enough to be able to breast feed them all. Their little playroom was full of fun and educational toys. The nap room had cozy cribs, little beds, and a lullaby player. But maybe most exciting of all was the changing station.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He told me that he had a fetish. I asked him what it was. But before he could answer, I had to go check on another table. Before I could get back over there, my imagination was running wild. He was a big biker type. I was wondering what on earth it could be. A strap on? Feet? Eating cum? Wearing panties? Then I finally made it back over to his table. He told me that it was breeding, impregnation, and breastfeeding. And he told me that every time he’s come here over the past couple of months, he’s been fantasizing about fulfilling this sexual desire, this fetish, with me. He said that he imagines implanting his fertile seed deep inside my womb. Then watching my body change would turn him on so much. Just knowing that he caused it to happen would be the ultimate. He said that watching a woman’s stomach grow and breasts swell is so fascinating. And just knowing that a life is growing inside of her because his cum is so potent is completely exhilarating. The thought of fucking a swollen, extra wet pregnant pussy gets him rock hard and dripping.

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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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Car Crash Turned Diaper Change

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I was in a rush to get my ass to Easter dinner and this moron infront of me stopped in the yeild lane. Of course, because I was watching the on coming traffic, assuming we were going to be mergining in smoothly, I didn’t realized he’d stopped till the front of my car smashed into the ass end of his.

His cheap trunk crumpled, and he jumped out of his car, waving his arms around like a toddler. I flicked my hazards on and got out of my car to inspect the damage. Only as I rounded my hood to see where our bumpers had kissed, I got a glimpse of adult diapers scattered around the open trunk.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a crisp autumn evening as I strolled home from cheerleading practice, my ponytail bouncing with each step. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. I felt carefree, lost in thought about the upcoming game and our spirited routines. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. Before I could react, two burly men emerged from the shadows, blocking my path. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. One of them, a hulking brute with a cruel grin, reached out and grabbed my arm.“Hey there, little cheerleader,” he sneered, his breath reeking of booze. “Why don’t you come with us for some fun?”I tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vice. The other man, equally imposing, stepped forward, his eyes roaming my body with a predatory gaze. “Yeah, we’ll give you a real show,” he leered.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

I stood at the bus stop, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties drenched with arousal. The chilly autumn air only heightened the throbbing between my thighs as I waited for my ride. I couldn’t help myself, I was insatiable, a slut craving to be fucked in the most public of places. When the bus arrived, I didn’t even bother to board. Instead, I sauntered over to the driver, my hips swaying seductively. “Hey, handsome,” I purred, “I need you to help me out with something.”The man, taken aback by my forwardness, hesitated for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. He stepped out from behind the wheel, his eyes roving over my body with hunger. I turned around, presenting my ass to him, and reached back to pull my thong aside. “Fuck me right here, in broad daylight,” I moaned,”

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