Tag: diaper

Stinky Pants Detective

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

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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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.”

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Mommy Wants To Watch You Potty

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I have a bit of a naught fascination. Some may even call it a kink, but I love to get boys really, really hard and as I’m stroking them, beg them to potty for me before making cummies. It’s so sexy watching them become nervous and turned on.

I always used to hear that boys couldn’t tinkle if they were hard, but that’s so untrue. Mommy wants to watch that unpredictable stream flooding from your tip before the eruption of cum follows the relief.

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sex therapy

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.

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bitch

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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.

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He's MY Diaper Boy Now

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Brayn was just about how our diapers and waiting on shipping wasn’t an option. We had to go to Target, or he’d have accidents all over the house. I taped him up tight in his last Pamper, and away we went. I love when the back of his diaper peeks out of his jeans, so as we were walking into the store, I reached down his pants to give it a little tug. Making sure anyone who saw us would know he was my diaper boy. It’s a good thing I did because as we rounded the baby aisle, we bumped right into his ex-girlfriend, Laura Jean!

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Your Elastrator Is Here

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

“It’s here! It’s here!” I screamed with glee as I ran down the hallway to find Tricia. She was playing on the living room floor and looked up at me, unsure of what I was yelling about. I shook the Amazon box, and we heard the heavy tool shifting around. “Your elastrator is finally here!”

Tricia grinned up at me nervously and worked her hands together. “When will we try it out, Mommy?” Her knees rubbed together, and I knew she was getting excited about finally losing her little useless balls.

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Diaper Changing Attire

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

The proper diaper changing attire is very important to a successful diaper change and will vary from baby to baby. For example, a low-cut top that allows Mommy’s ample cleavage to spill out can distract and calm a rambunctious diaper boy who doesn’t want his bottom changed. However, if you have a very handsy boy who would try to move around a lot to fondle your exposed tits, then it’s best to keep them covered for the change.

You can always tempt him with them and remind him that if he is good for his change, you’d be happy to breastfeed your good boy.

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diaper bag

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Mommy Anna decided she would bring her baby to the mall to buy new clothes. She packed his diaper bag just in case. But while they were there, he noticed a huge lineup of people that were waiting to go see Santa. He tugged at Mommy Anna’s dress and asked her if he too could go see Santa, to which of course she gave in and said yes.

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Front Porch Diapering

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Your wife called me again. Seems as though someone isn’t obeying orders. You haven’t been wearing your diapers to work like Mama Felicity instructed. I’m so glad at least one of you is honest with me. I drove over right away. The thick, prink diaper bag over my shoulder as I stood on your front porch and knocked on the door.

You opened it, startled to see me. Even leaning in close and hissing, “Felicity, what are you doing here? My neighbors will see you?”

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