Category: diaper fetish

abdl humil

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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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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Mammas Boy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Hi there, my little adult baby mammas boy! How was your weekend my sweet baby? Did you have a busy one and now are ready for mommy to snuggle you after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love bedtime with my babies so I can’t wait for you to experience it with mommy Lucy.

First we have to take that old stinky diaper off of you so you can get into the tub for some playtime. Do you want your rubber ducky? Or maybe you want to draw some pictures on the wall of the tub with your cute little soaps. I’ll make sure to add lots and lots of bubbles for you too. Mommy will be right there beside you, playing with you and helping you get all washed up.

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crinkly diaper

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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pampers

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark is the kind of guy who, when stressed or overly excited (or even when he’s just plain distracted), will forget that he’s potty trained. It happens more than he would ever care to admit, but that’s okay because I always have a stash of clean diapers in my purse. There are always signs when it happens. His face gets red, his voice gets high, and I watch as his shoulders stiffen in that precise way that signals impending doom.

“Oh, honey,” I murmur, grabbing his wrist. “Let’s just go find the nearest bathroom.” There’s really no point in dwelling on it. He’s usually embarrassed enough as it is. The comedy of our lives is rooted in logistics. We cram into the stall. Mark looks genuinely miserable, leaning against the cold tile. “I am so sorry,” he always whispers, mortified.

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sissy girl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

A mischievous grin spread across my face as I saw “Sissy Girl” flash on the screen. I tapped accept, wondering what adorable display she had cooked up for Mama tonight, knowing full well she’d be decked out in something impossibly cute, probably with a tell-tale bulge peeking from under her chosen ensemble.

“Mama!” a high-pitched squeal erupted from the speaker, and there she was, Emily – my sissy girl – beaming at me, while practically vibrating with excitement. She waddled closer to the camera, proudly showcasing her latest ‘outfit,’ a truly magnificent riot of color: a pastel rainbow onesie, ruffled bloomers peeking out from beneath, and even striped knee-high socks that mismatched just enough to be utterly charming. “Look, Mama! Look what I’m wearing!” she exclaimed, twirling clumsily to give me a full 360-degree view. Her cheeks were flushed with pride.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I knew the moment I walked into the gaming room that the fun was over. The odor that greeted me was not just a smell; it was an airborne structural warning. A thick, insistent presence that suggested something prehistoric had recently perished inside a snug plastic shell. Little Timmy, all six-foot-two of him, was trying desperately to look inconspicuous. His eyes were glued to the TV screen as if focusing hard enough could make the problem vanish into the digital ether. The faint squish sound that accompanied his every subtle shift in position, betrayed his feeble attempt at denial.

“Timmy,” I announced, my voice sickly sweet despite the emergency, “I think we need to have a little chat about the structural integrity of your current diaper situation…” He just groaned dramatically, confirming what I already knew: I didn’t get paid enough for this environmental hazard mitigation, especially when the offending item was a premium, extra-capacity, nighttime Pampers that had clearly failed its crucial mission.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was time for the annual Halloween Costume Contest. When I found out that this year’s theme was going to be “Fetishes”, I just knew I had to secure my place as a judge. So I made some phone calls as quickly as possible. Luckily, I got a spot! There were going to be so many different categories! The anticipation, tingling throughout my body, and throbbing in my pussy built with excitement as the day approached.

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Special Mommy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

You’ve been such a good ABDL lately that I feel like you deserve a special mommy to give you some love. Are you looking for a special mommy for some playtime?

I love getting calls from adult babies who need to be regressed back to their toddler days. But what I love most is when I get a call from someone who says they grew up as a baby boy, but now they want to experience something different. Something only a special
mommy can give them.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was time for Mr. Stinky’s Fall photos. So I did some research and found the perfect spot. The huge pumpkin patch just outside of town was getting rave reviews. So I picked out the cutest little fall outfit for him. It was a soft sweater vest over a button up with khaki pants. He looked so precious. I was so anxious to go show him off to everyone.

When we got there, it was packed. So many families and photographers. I picked him up and we headed over to our spot. Everyone was looking at him and whispering about how adorable he was. All I could hear was all the little girls saying “aww, omg, look at him, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen”. I set him down on the pumpkin right in the middle of our little patch. He looked right at the photographer and smiled, like a natural little model. Then all of a sudden, I saw that look in his eyes. Oh no, this can’t be happening, I thought. But I knew, deep down,  that it was. That’s when I started to smell it. The photographer had absolutely no clue. He just kept snapping.

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