Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
School’s back in session, football is on the TV, and pumpkin spice is back at Starbucks! It must be fall, y’all! I love this time of year when the leaves start to change colors and the weather gets cooler. Not to mention, once one thing starts to be pumpkin-flavored, EVERYTHING follows suit.
So this year, I’m dipping my massive titties in pumpkin spice, and all the baby boys can spice up their lattes with fresh breast milk!
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
Pt. 1
“Tami, Mommy Stephi’s got a special surprise for you!” I said walking into the nursery. “special surpise? Oh Mommy Stephi whats the surprise?” I could already tell by the sound of her voice Tami was extremely excited. I smiled, a devious grin on my face. Sissy baby Tami had no idea what was in store for her.
“Oh you’ll see baby Tami, but we have to get ready to go, the surprise is located somewhere else…” I giggled slyly. “lets get you ready to go” I said walking over to the changing table. I grabbed the diaper change bag and started to pack all the necessities. “I don’t know Mommy you seem to be very secretive about this surprise. I think you may be planning something bad.”
I laughed “you’ll just have to wait and see Tami, I’m not going to ruin the surprise.” After picking out a cute purple dress and purple socks I laid a very fussy Tami onto the change table to get her ready to go.
“Mommy Stephi, why do we have to travel for the surprise. I wanna know I wanna know now!” Tami started fussing more, she just had to know what Mommy had in store.
Continue reading “Sissy Baby Tami & Mommy Stephi’s Secret Sex Dungeon”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna had brought Tami back to the nursery. She placed Tami in her crib and as Tami laid there all happy to be back in her happy place, she gazed up at what Mommy had left her with; a spinning mobile. But this wasn’t just any mobile, it was adorned with cocks all around. Big ones, small ones, BBC’s. Tami gazed at them in awe.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
Pt. 1
I had only just started my job as a secretary three months ago when my curiosity got the best of me. Working at the office was great but there was something about my boss I just couldn’t put my finger on. Tim seemed so dominant and in control but I was convinced he was a total submissive sissy slut.
I wanted proof and so I slipped into his office after he left for lunch. I started going through his office desk when I found undeniable proof. A fucking pacifier? Yes a pink little paci, I giggled staring at it before tucking it in my purse.
That weekend there was a work related dinner party at Tim’s residence. Dinner and drinks, the perfect setting for me to set my trap for my closet sissy boss. I slipped something into his wine glass when he looked away, too busy gossiping with his many other secretaries. Gossiping, just like a woman, I giggled watching him take a drink from his spiked glass of wine.
Continue reading “Sissy Baby Tami’s Popped Cherry pt. 1 & 2”
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.