Tag: Diaper boy

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Diaper boy Johnny and I settled in on the couch for a movie night with our friends. The lights were off, and about six people shared snacks and silence as the movie started. Johnny’s head rested on my shoulder, his side against mine, so It didn’t take long for me to sniff something. I looked down, and he was innocently watching the opening credits. His nose scrunched up as I watched and realized he was making pushies. A tiny grunt escaped him, and I sniffed to be sure before embarrassing him with my announcement.

“Oh my gosh! You little stinker!” Everyone looked over at him. Even in the dark, I could see his cheeks were red, and his eyes were wide. He shook his head, and I laughed. “Yes! Don’t you say no! You made a stinky mess in that nappy, didn’t you?!”

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Sylvia 844 332 2639 x 428 

Cloth or plastic for you?  For me, it has always been cloth.  When I was having my babies cloth was the only thing. There was something about having special steps to have cloth diapers for the babies.  There were special soap powders to wash the diapers and you washed them all by themselves.  They were collected in a special pail which was called a diaper pail.  Not having a dryer when I first started out having babies so I thought the diapers looked so good blowing in the wind when hung on the clothesline.  When you brought the diapers in off the line they smelled so fresh from the special soap powders and the sun drying them in the warm sunshine.  Then when you folded them to put them away the whole nursery smelled of the special smell.  You even folded them in a special way.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

My bed was warm, incredibly warm for what the AC should have been set to. Not ready to wake up yet, I shoved rational thinking away and pulled my dream closer to me. I was floating in the pool, the sunshine warming my skin and the water flooding around my hips. My fingers dipped by my thighs as if to swirl the water and move my float across the pool’s surface. That’s when my dream self and reality clashed.

My bed was actually wet. I blinked my eyes open and looked down. Leaky pants had done it again. I smiled, seeing the reason my bed was so warm. My adult baby was sprawled over me; his body heat was overwhelming, like a small furnace. His sweet face was pressed to my shoulder, his big arm over my stomach, and his soggy diaper was humping against my thigh, causing his overnights to leak around my hips.

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You’re such a silly boy.  Over there throwing away your diapers and all your other ABDL things.  But I already know what’s going to happen.  You’re going to come crawling back to me begging me to help you be a diaper loving little boy again.  You can’t resist your diapers.  Nor can you resist me as your sitter, auntie, or sweet young mommy.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I may be young, but I’m old enough to put your grown-ass in pampers. All you do is whine and complain about how hard it is to be you. Boohoo, I get it. You’re a lazy bitch with a small dick. Well, if you wanna cry, I’ll give you something to cry over.

When you took a nap this afternoon, a few hours after fucking waking up, I burned all your clothing. Everything. The only thing left for you to put on to cover that winkie dinkie is this big-ass adult diaper and a cute dino onesie.

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