Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Well, something rather unexpected happened to me the other day. I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve embraced my FemDomme programming and have been training sissies and sluts to do my bidding. However, a man popped into chat the other night and told me I had the most precious bottom he’d ever seen and that such a cute little derriere needed to be diapered!
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It’s been two days since I took away Todd’s potty rights. So far, he’s only wet his diaper, but I know he can’t hold out forever. This morning, I noticed he had been rubbing his tummy. I think I even heard it gurgling. “Aw, Todd. Are you hungry, baby?” I thought maybe feeding him would make him feel better. But instead, he shook his head with a worried look. “May I use the potty, Mommy?” He begged in a small voice.
“No, Sir! That’s what your diapers are for, remember? No more potty time. You’ll mess yourself like the baby you are.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
My sweet boy K tries so hard to be a big boy. But every night he falls a little short. Because when he wakes up the same thing has happened each night. K has wet the bed. Then I recently began to find wet pants hidden in the hamper. So, sweet mommy Zoey has made the decision the tame has come for unpotty training baby K.
I broke the news to him at bedtime. He was expecting me to get his pullups out for under his jammies. However, instead I told him to lay down on his back and to spread his legs nice and wide. He was so shocked when instead of a pullup, I pulled out a brand-new package of Pampers. I bought them at the store that afternoon.
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.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I scanned the field as I walked closer to the stands. The new guy I’ve been seeing plays on this co-ed softball team against other local businesses every Wednesday night. They get hot and sweaty, then after the game, go to the pub around the corner from the field to grab a few cold ones. Timmy takes softball VERY seriously.
He’s the guy who organizes the practices, schedules the games with the other teams, and is their star batter. The man is swoon-worthy when dominating the diamond, but at home, he’s just my wittle Timmy. At home, he can’t tie his shoes or catch a ball! He’s far too wittle for big boy things like that, never mind playing a game with the big kids or knowing how to use the potty. Softball and I are two parts of his life that Timmy would prefer never to collide. That’s why I’ve decided to crash his game tonight and be the best sports mom he never knew he wanted.