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.
*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.
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.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I know that silence is never a good sign when Timmy is supposed to be playing with his blocks. When I take a peek in his room, there he is, huddled awkwardly against the beanbag chair. His face is flushed scarlet, avoiding my gaze. I’ve only seen him do this when he’s deliberately done something he knows he shouldn’t have.
As I approach, and the air around him begins to change. The usual scent of baby powder is replaced with a humid, musky heaviness that confirms my deepest suspicion. My naughty boy didn’t hold it, and he certainly didn’t ask Mommy for help. Which now creates a significant problem we have no choice but to address.
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.
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.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna took her naughty boy to the mall to buy some clothes. She warned him before they left that he’d better behave. Something told her that he wouldn’t so she packed a diaper bag just in case. As they walked in the mall, hand in hand, Mommy Anna started to notice something funny.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It started a few months ago when Violet, my beautiful, curvy sissy, had a little accident in public. She had been holding it in for hours, but the pressure became too much, and she couldn’t help but let go. She called me in a panic, ashamed and embarrassed, and I could hear the tears in her voice. I knew exactly what she needed. I calmly instructed her to go to the nearest public restroom and wait for me.
When I arrived, I saw her standing there, red-faced and trembling, her eyes filled with fear and anticipation. I didn’t waste any time. As punishment, I made her get on her knees, pull up her skirt, and lick my feet clean. The humiliation of the situation sent shivers down her spine, and I could see her body trembling with a mixture of shame and excitement.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The Met Gala was a whirlwind of glamour and chaos. The red carpet was a sea of flashing cameras and eager photographers. I stood there in my silver mermaid gown, the cool fabric shimmering under the bright lights. My silver flowers in my hair added a touch of whimsy to the futuristic look. You, in your silver suit, looked like a god among men. The photographers loved us, snapping pictures as if we were A-listers.
You leaned in, your breath hot on my ear, and I thought you were going to give me a sexy bite. Instead, you whispered, “I had an accident.” My eyes widened, but I kept my composure. “It’s okay,” I reassured you, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “Let’s get inside.” Once we were in, we ran into an old friend who quickly understood the situation. She led us to the washroom, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The changing table was tiny, barely big enough to sit on, let alone hold a grown man. You looked at me, a mix of embarrassment and relief in your eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you muttered,
Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My good friend Kelly has married a cheater. He is the kind of man who just can’t keep his dick in his pants. I saw all the warning signs and all the red flags, and I tried to tell her not to marry him, but she was in love. She “trusted” him not to break her heart or hurt her—poor, stupid Kelly.
It’s been three months since the wedding, and already, he’s gotten sloppy. He left his social media logged in on their home computer, and when she sat down to pay bills, she saw the messages between him and some teenybopper slut. Kelly was beside herself as if she didn’t see this coming. She cried on my shoulder, asking for advice, and since she hadn’t listened to me the first time I gave some (telling her not to marry him), I knew I had to take care of this myself. I was going to diaper a cheater.