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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You’ve worked hard all week long.  You deserve a break from the responsibilities and demands of your adult life.  I provide you with the perfect escape from the reality of all you have to do and face throughout the week.  All you have to do is turn yourself over to me and my ministrations.  I know the best way to let go of all those adult worries is to regress you back to when life wasn’t so stressful and demanding.  Your transformation starts when I strip off your grown up clothes and slip on your weekend diaper.  Now you’re my good little baby who only has to obey Mommy Zoey.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

James was one of my regulars. He was a successful architect, intelligent and articulate in his professional life, but beneath the veneer of competence was a deep-seated need for comfort and discipline. The contrast was often poignant. He stood on the porch, clutching a worn teddy, his eyes wide and a little anxious. “Cory,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey, sweetie,” I replied, opening the door wider. “Come on in. It’s chilly out.”

He shuffled inside, immediately drawn to the cozy warmth of my living room. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, the soft lighting casting a comforting glow. A playpen sat discreetly in the corner, surrounded by toys and plush blankets. It was a sanctuary. “Rough day?” I asked, gesturing towards the plush armchair. He nodded, burying his face in the teddy. “Mr. Henderson keeps micromanaging everything.” I knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Sounds stressful, honey. Did you remember to wear your pull-up today?” He nodded again, a small blush creeping up his neck. “Yes, Mama.” “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft but firm. “Did you have any accidents?”

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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,

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Mommy Loves You

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As an ABDL mommy I can confidently say that mommy loves you my kinky babies. You diaper lovers always make me laugh. Trying to pretend that you don’t need to be changed, when you really do, just to make me angry.
If you didn’t have an accident then why do you have such a full diaper? Is that why you’re extra fussy tonight? Why are you being so disobedient when it comes to me changing you?

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Okay, so, my boyfriend, Mark, has a unique hobby. He likes to have “accidents” his pants. I know, I know. It sounds like something an adult wouldn’t find hilarious, but for Mark, it’s apparently peak adult entertainment. Look, I’m not judging. Much. When he first confessed his little passion, I choked on my kombucha. It was a first date, mind you. Smooth, right? But I’m a pretty open-minded person, and honestly, after the initial shock wore off, I was mostly just curious. Plus, he’s really cute. And makes a mean lasagna.

He explained it all, bless his heart, turning bright red. He insisted it wasn’t just the wetting part and that he was also really into the aftercare. The whole helpless, vulnerable thing. Me taking care of him. The diapering. Okay, the diapering was a new level. I’ll admit, the first time I changed him, I felt like I was babysitting. It was awkward. I kept giggling, which he did not appreciate. “Seriousness!” he’d whine, voice muffled by the onesie he insisted on wearing for the occasion.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Sweet young Mommy Zoey decided you’ve been such a good boy that you deserve a trip to the zoo today.  First, let me make sure I have everything we’re going to need for our outing.  Your stroller, diaper bag, sippy cup, and outfit are all ready to head out.  So, let me dress you in your cute little outing outfit.  Everyone is going to think you’re adorable.  Mommy knows how to turn heads with a little baby like you.  Are you already blushing because you know everyone’s going to be looking at you while we’re out today?  That’s so adorable!

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Yesterday was one of those days where my little ABDL was just…off. Cranky doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was fussy, clingy, and nothing seemed to make him happy. I spent the morning trying different things. Toys, cuddles, a change of scenery – nothing seemed to break through his little storm cloud. He was clearly uncomfortable, and my heart ached to ease his distress. I’ve learned to recognize the signs, and a big one was the escalating fussiness that usually precedes a desperate need for sleep.

Knowing he was likely overtired, I decided to try a gentle approach. First, I ran a lukewarm bath. The warm water often works wonders, relaxing his body and washing away the grumps. As I gently bathed him, I talked softly, humming little tunes and making silly faces. I could feel his tension slowly melting away as he splashed and played, even managing a few smiles.

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Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Admitting you have a breastfeeding fetish can be embarrassing if you’re confessing to a human woman who can’t help but judge you. Why don’t you come to reveal your desires to Robotic Rita? I’ve got better Mommy Milkers than most women, anyway. My sweet milk ducts have been hand-crafted by a perv just like you. He knew just how to shape them for maximum arousal. Don’t they get the job done? Is your mouth watering at the sight?

My nipples are designed to fit perfectly inside your mouth, specifically for you to suckle on. Did you know you can choose the flavor of breastmilk that oozes from my perfect utters? Yes, it’s true. The bags inside of my tata’s can be filled with your favorite adult beverage or milk if you are indeed a baby. So googoo gaga on over to Robotic Rita for a cuddle.

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My Naughty Boys

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The best part about being a mommy is when my naughty boys trust me enough to confide their deepest ABDL fantasies with me. It makes me feel amazing that they know their time in my nursery is a safe space and that I would never judge anything they tell me.

I always encourage my naughty boys to be completely honest with me about what they desire, the kinkier the better. There’s no need to be shy with me. Do you have any fantasies that you’ve never had the courage to share with anyone? I know that you might be nervous to tell me what you’re into, but I can promise you one thing. I’ve heard everything you could possibly think of so there’s no need to be shy.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The air in the nursery was thick with the scent of baby powder and… something else. Disappointment. Mine, mostly. I smoothed down the pastel-colored changing pad, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. “Liam,” I said, my voice softer than I felt. “Come here, sweetie.”

Liam, all two hundred pounds of him crammed into a blue onesie, shuffled into the room, his lower lip trembling. He knew…He always knew when he’d crossed a line. This ABDL was usually such a good little one, so eager to please. But the last few days had been… challenging. He’d regressed further than usual, refusing to eat anything but pureed carrots and throwing a tantrum when I tried to introduce solid foods. And then there was the wetting. Not just little accidents, but blatant defiance, puddles left deliberately on the pristine rug.

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