Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Finally! I’d found the stinker that ruined Kayla’s birthday party! I held him up high for the crowd of girls to see, and they cheered. “Finally! Hurry and change him.” “Peeyouu!”, “Oh my god, he stinks!” They all erupted at once, but Kayla pushed her way closer and shoved her nose to the saggy seat of his overstuffed Pampers cruiser and yelled the loudest. “Peyouu! You is one stinky boy!” Mr. Stinkypampers’ face turned beet red as he looked back at her, smelling his stinky pants, and in a soft voice said, “Nutuh.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was another one of our infamous “Mama Meet-Ups,” a glorious gathering of us doting ABDL Mamas, where the coffee flowed, the gossip swirled, and, inevitably, the “boys” became the star of every conversation. I always looked forward to seeing my dear friends, Sarah and Jessica, knowing full well what delightful (and slightly competitive) chatter lay ahead. Our living rooms, usually adorned with adult-sized baby gear and pastel colors, transformed into arenas where we’d playfully boast about our boys, their latest achievements, their prodigious appetites, and, well, their more personal “assets.”

No sooner had the kettle whistled its last tune and the first round of cocoa been served, than Sarah, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, leaned forward and whispered “Oh, you guys simply wouldn’t believe what my Big Max did this morning! He filled out his special ‘super-duper-absorbent’ diaper like it was tailor-made, bulging in all the right places, of course. He’s just getting so robust, you know!”

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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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As an ABDL Mommy, I’m around diapers a lot. Some babies love diapers so much that they want to see Mommy in them. I’m asked all the time to put on a diaper. I always say no and remind my babies that Mommy is a big girl and doesn’t have accidents like they do, so I don’t need them.

But the truth is, just because I don’t need them, doesn’t mean I don’t like to wear them on special occasions. For example, tonight is Little Donny’s birthday, and I’ve planned a special surprise for him. I’m going to wear a thick, crinkly diaper under my lingerie.

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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

The Phone Sex Candy Halloween Dress Up Costume Contest is going on now! All you have to do is get dressed up, take a pic, and email it to me or another Candy Girl and Chloe. You could win a free 30 minute call with the Candy Girl of your choice! We can even post the pic on our social media, or better yet, write a blog about you. All you have to do is give us permission, in your email, for us to use your pic for these purposes. So get your creative juices flowing. We want to see some good pics.

If you need my help with ideas, let’s chat or talk. I can help you. I’m full of fun ideas. I would love to help you with a costume idea. We can even go shopping together on a chat or call. And I can help you pick something out. You can be something sexy and scary or just something sexy. It’s all up to you. What’s your fetish? Let’s see your pics! It’s time to come out of your shell and show us what you’re all about.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

When I arrive at the Halloween party, everyone is scurrying about, yelling “Peyyouuuu, ohhhiieee, wheewchhooo! Someone find that stinky pants! God help us, it smells so bad!”

 All the hot moms are in sexy slutty costumes with their big mommy milkers bursting from their tops as they plug their noses, and there are so many toddlers in costumes running amok. I’m not sure how the Stinky Pants Detective will solve this Halloween mystery, but I’m up for the challenge. After assuring all the Moms I’ll uncover who made a stinky and get them changed fast, I start to sniff the air, looking for the trail.

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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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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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Stinky Pants Detective

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Whenever there is a stinky problem and no one can locate the source, they call in the stinky pants detective. Babies R Us was having this horrible, peeyouuu problem, and none of the mommies shopping could find the stinker who’d stunk up the aisles. They called me, desperate to remove the smell from the store so people could shop in peace.

The moment my high heels breezed through the doorway, I knew the smell. No one in the world smells as bad as Mr. Stinky Pampers, and that special flavor of stink tickled my nose. I sniffed, instantly regretting it, and started my search.

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