softball

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was sitting at home with her girlfriend when Victoria Kate suddenly barged through the front door. She had just finished softball practice and ran upstairs crying before secluding herself in her bedroom and slamming the door.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Oh my god, is this really happening?” He whimpered as I pull his cock free of his pants and planted sweet kisses around his tip. His hips jerked up against my mouth; he was already dripping precum and so ready to explode. “Mommy?” There was desperation in his voice as I ignored him and flicked my tongue around his swollen head. He groaned through his teeth, and I noticed his hands tightening into fists. “I’m c-close,” He panted, so I sat back on my heels and pulled down the top of my dress.

Teasing Kevi as I fondled my tits and told him what a good boy hed been. He nodded with parted lips, so hungry for Mommy’s breasts like a true baby.

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baby

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I chuckle as I gently lay you down on the soft, plush changing mat, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. You’ve been a very good boy today, and you know what that means. “Time for a fresh diaper, my love,” I coo, running my fingers through your hair. You squirm with delight as I unbutton your onesie, revealing your chubby, diaper-clad body. I can’t help but smile at the sight. You’re such a big boy, yet you still enjoy the comfort and security of being small.

I unfasten the tapes of your diaper, exposing your soft, smooth skin. You giggle as I tickle your tummy, before I gently clean you up. You watch me intently, your gaze never leaving my face. “You like this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep red. “Yes, mommy,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. I can see the bulge in your diaper growing, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight.

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hairbrush

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna had to run some errands, but while out she checked the baby cam in the nursery, only to find that Victoria Kate out of her diaper playing with something. Mommy Anna hurried to check out and then rushed home to check on her baby girl. She ran into the house with the groceries and left them at the front door. As Mommy Anna tip toed upstairs she could hear moaning.

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Kate

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Victoria Kate was getting the sniffles. Mommy Anna grew suspicious. She told her to rest in bed. Mommy Anna insisted on checking her temperature with the thermometer the old-fashioned way, but dropped it on the floor. As Mommy Anna went to go pick it up from underneath the bed, she found one of Victoria Kate’s dresses bunched up underneath the bed, covered in three big splattered cum stains.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You’re already naked, lying on the changing table, your dick already half-hard. “Amber,” you whine, “I’ve been waiting for you.” I can smell it already, the stink of your full diaper. It’s a fucking turn-on, knowing you’ve been waiting for me, needing me to take care of you. I start to unwrap the soiled diaper, the plastic crinkling as I peel it away from your skin. Your little cock twitches as the cool air hits it.

“Fuck, Amber,” you groan, “it’s so embarrassing.” “Shh, it’s okay,” I say, wiping away the mess with a warm, wet cloth. “I love taking care of you. You know that.” I clean you thoroughly, making sure to get every little crevice. Your dick is fully hard now, leaking precum onto your stomach. I can’t help but smile. “Someone’s excited,” I tease.

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Cucked By The Contractor

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Mama, please. I don’t want to work from the living room today.” Jason pouted as I tapped up his nice and snug diaper. He wore just a tiny t-shirt that showed a bit of his tummy.

“I have to supervise the contractor working in the kitchen, and I also have to keep an eye on you.” I booped his nose with my finger and turned to grab his laptop. “This is easier on Mama if you are both within eyesight.” Jason stomped his foot as he stood. He wanted to argue so badly but knew it was pointless. I passed him his work computer and patted his padded butt.

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Tinkle, Tinkle

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

“Tinkle, Tinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are,” I sing softly while kneeling in front of the potty. My fingers tickle from your knee to your thigh, and we both smile as you giggle.

“Val, stop! I don’t wanna sit here anymore.”A little pout tugs at your lips, and I sigh, slumping back onto my butt to lean against the wall.

“I know, little guy, but your Mommy is tired of diapers and says it’s time you learned to use the big boy potty. Just relax and let go. Maybe you should try singing to me!”

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The Diaper Doctors

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

This may look like any other daycare, but deep inside the colorful building is the operating room. In this cool, sterile place, Doctor Lea and Doctor Amber perform their experiments on diaper boys. Don’t be frightened; it’s all in the name of science.

Once the stinky patient is strapped down to the medical table, his legs held high in stirrups, and his arms banded over his head, the Doctors come in. Purple, latex-gloved hands high in the air with surgical masks covering most of their beautiful faces. Their eyes peer over the mask, down at the squirming patient with excitement.

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You've Upset Daddy

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Mom! Mom! Please, Mommy!” I shoved the nursery door open and looked sternly at you, kneeling in your crib, holding on to the bars.

“What?” I snapped, holding the skimpy nightie against my chest to cover the flush blooming there. My hair was a mess, and my makeup had been kissed across my face.

“What are you doing? I can hear so much noise.” Your lower lip trembled as you pouted, and I noticed you were humping your soggy diaper against the crib bars. My eyes rolled, and I pushed back my blonde hair, then told you that you knew EXACTLY what was happening, and if you didn’t stop interrupting by screaming my name, Daddy would be upset.

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