Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was hanging out with Mommy Steph. Anna approached Steph and confided in her, telling her that she hadn’t seen Tim in a few days at the office and she began to suspect something was wrong.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It’s not common to find Mommy in a diaper, but every now and then, I like to surprise my big boy. Unfortunately, he’d been very stressed with work, pulling double shifts, and even working overtime. As a result, there hadn’t been a lot of time to embrace his little side. I knew there had to be a way to help him regress with Mommy and release all that adult world stress.
Just before he was due to come home, I taped myself into a thick, crinkly diaper and nothing else. Then, I lay on our bed with his diaper folded and ready beside me for when we walked into the room.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I remember the first time I truly embraced my role as an ABDL Mama. It wasn’t some grand revelation under a disco ball, it was more like a slow, creeping realization. Things began innocently enough, with a few playful indulgences. But before I knew it, my linen closet was less about sheets and more about industrial-sized diaper bundles. And my mornings routinely kicked off with a debate over whether the “baby” preferred his pureed squash or a somewhat lumpy oatmeal.
The alarm clock wasn’t just ringing anymore; it was practically a lullaby for grown men in footie pajamas, and I frequently found myself trying to decipher complex grunts and gurgles. To anyone else, they would sound like a malfunctioning plumbing system but, to me, they were clearly demands for more juice. My grocery runs became legendary. Gone were the days of buying kale and quinoa! My trips to the grocery store are more about a veritable convoy of baby wipes, oversized onesies, and enough powdered formula to feed a small army. An army that, conveniently, always needed a nap after consuming said formula.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’d written into the world record book about Mr. Stinky Pampers. I explained that there has never been a baby who has ever smelled as badly as he does. They contacted me back to say we’d been selected to meet with a judge, and she would decide if he earned the world record for Stinkiest Diaper. I was terribly excited, I mean, what’s the point in being so smelly if you aren’t recognized for it, right?
It was mid-morning when the Judge knocked on the door. She seemed very professional-looking in a hot, MILF-Y way. She had on a high-waisted pencil skirt and crisp, white button-up blouse. Her thick-rimmed glasses scrunched up her nose when I opened the door, and Mr. Stinky Pamper’s smell assaulted her senses. “Peeyouuu!” She waved her notebook in front of her nose. “It’s worse than I thought.”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’m discovering boys will be boys at every age! My adult son moved back into the house after his latest failed relationship, and the boy is a slob! You’d think as a grown man, he wouldn’t need his Mommy to clean his room, but here we are!
I knew if I didn’t want that awful smell to continue to waft down my poor hallway, I’d have to take matters into my own hands and pick up the mess myself. Only I didn’t expect to find a massive pile of diapers hidden in his closet.
Mama Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Hello little one. Mama Janine here to take care of all the little boys, bois, and girls looking for a mommy. It’s time for you to put yourself in my nurturing but strict hands. This Mama expects my little ones to obey me and follow directions. However, there is something entertaining about a little one who thinks they can get one over on me. I certainly don’t mind a little battle of wills. Just know that mama will always win in the end. You might end up over my knee or spending some time in the corner. But somehow, I think that’s exactly what you need and are looking for here.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’ll never forget the day Donald walked into my office, his shoulders hunched, eyes downcast. He was a man in his late thirties, successful by societal standards but clearly struggling with something. I knew exactly how to help him, and it had nothing to do with traditional therapy.
It all started when a man I trusted took advantage of me. I vowed revenge on the entire male species, and my journey led me to this point. I spent years studying and spent thousands upon thousands upon thousands of dollars to became a therapist. My specialty, although no one ever knew, was taking full control over grown men, to make them as vulnerable as I once felt.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I had never seen Billy look so disheveled before. His clothes were caked in mud, and his hair was a tangled mess. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him. “You look like you’ve been rolling around in a pigpen,” I teased, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bathroom.
“I think I need more than just a shower, Mama Cory,” he replied, his voice full of mischief. Now, you know I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of it! I turned on the water, letting it heat up as I undressed him, taking my time to explore every inch of his body. As I pulled down his pants, I noticed his little uncut cock was already hard, standing at attention. I couldn’t help but feel a wave of desire wash over me.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna grew tired of her husband. He was always in his study, but what the hell was he doing in there all the time she wondered? Watching porn? Jerking off? Talking to slutty pen pals halfway across the globe? One day, her husband went out for a long company meeting. She decided to go snoop in his study.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
They call my place “The Sanctuary,” though some regulars lovingly whisper “Cory’s Corner of Bliss.” This isn’t your typical chain spa with weird music and generic oils. My space is more intimate, filled with the scent of sandalwood and a quiet hum of understanding. My clients, mostly men in their late 30s and beyond, come here for something more specific. Something they can’t find just anywhere.
My standard massage is good, really good. I’ve got hands that can melt knots you didn’t even know you had. But what truly sets me apart, what brings them back, is the “Comfort Care” add-on. It’s my little secret, a unique service that caters to a very particular kind of release. When a client opts for Comfort Care, I see their eyes light up a little, a mix of apprehension and quiet longing. That’s when I bring out the softest, thickest of adult diapers. It’s never forced, always an offered choice, explained delicately as a way to fully surrender, to shed the burdens of adulthood, even just for an hour.