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My friend’s son, Kevi, had been sick, and I knew he was staying home from school to recover. While his mom was at work and he was home all alone, I thought it would be nice of me to stop by with some homemade soup and other snacks to make him feel better.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer; assuming he had earbuds in or something, I pushed on the door, and it opened easily. Quietly, in case he was sleeping, I placed the crockpot of soup on the counter and decided to check on him before slipping back out the door. A commotion sounded from the laundry room, so I headed in that direction before checking his bedroom. I’m not sure what I expected to see, really, but finding Kevi standing there in only a diaper, wasn’t it? He was shoving his comforter in the washing machine and having a hell of a time. His little crinkly butt wiggled side to side as he fought the massive bedding.

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Baby Nicki's Pool Humiliation

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Baby Nicki strolled out of the bedroom wearing boxers, scratching at his messy hair, and threw me a lopsided smile. “What the fuck are you doing?” Mommy cocked her head to the side. She wore a pretty blue and white Polk-a-dot bikini that could hardly contain her mouth-watering bussoms, with oversized white framed sunglasses covering most of her face.

“What do you mean?” Nicki asked, all confused like the dumb diaper idiot he is. Mommy snatched off her glasses to look him in the face and scoffed.

“Today is the diaper pool party! So go get in, your swimmers!”

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Mommy's Egg Hunt

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This year you’re a little too old for an Easter egg hunt, or so you’ve told me over and over. But I have a sneaky and sexy surprise for you this year! Mommy has hidden little egg stickers all over my body under my clothing! So it’s your job to strip me down and find those eggs!

I’ve hidden about ten colorful stickers! Where could they be? Take off my shirt and see one on the back of my shoulder! Oh, look, here are a few in my cleavage!

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Felicity has to change Mr. Stinky Pampers

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I shouldn’t have trusted him, that Mr. Stinky Pampers. Obviously, he wouldn’t tell me when he had to go potty because he LOVES to be the stinkiest stink around. However, I did trust him. We went to a birthday party that was full of happy littles running amuck. “Be sure to come tell me if you need to use the restroom.” He nodded and darted off to play.

The other Mommies were gathered around the presents and food, so I went over to mingle. Between the gossip and conversation, I didn’t realize how much time had passed until someone yelled, “Peeewwwww!”  My eyes got wide, and the smell hit my nose. I knew immediately that that smell had to be Mr. Stinky Pampers, but where had he gotten to?

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After a night of Trick or treating, little Johnny came running home to his Mommy. His sack was full…of goodies, he’d collected by going door to door. First, he’d giggle as the door of a neighbor opened, and then he’d yell, “Trick or treat! Smell my feet!” Each house on our block had given Johnny quite the haul!

His Mommy was in bed by the time her little sugar bean arrived home. He rushed into her room and jumped right up onto the bed, tipping over his candy bucket to send treats sailing all over the bedcovers. “My goodness, you had a good night.” Mommy reached for Johnny and pulled him down beside her where she could kiss on his cheeks. He squirmed and squiggled.

“I wanna eat every piece tonight!” He announced, trying to pull away from his Mommy’s greedy arms.

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It makes me really sad to think of my baby boy growing up. Lately, he has been telling me how he no longer needs his diapers and wants to wear big boy undies. I’ve tried to tell him that it doesn’t hurt to wear diapers and how much mommy loves being the one to take care of him when he wears them, but he said I should respect his request and allow him to grow up a little.

So, what choice did I have? I bought him some big boy undies and told him we would go out for a day of fun to celebrate his choice in growing up. But, first, we had to have breakfast! So, I cooked scrambled eggs, extra greasy bacon, and buttered toast with a  tall glass of fresh orange juice…Mixed with double diuretics.

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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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I have all you ABDL babies figured out. You know that right? You come into my nursery begging for time with me. Promising you’ll be good and telling me you’ll NEVER misbehave again.

Unfortunately the second I turn my back you’re being a total pain in my ass aren’t you? Stealing my panties and shoving them in your diapers, looking up your sisters dresses and the worst offence of all…stealing mommies naughty toys. Continue reading “Spanking Some Sense Into ABDL Babies. Phone Sex With Naughty Boys” →