Mikey's Misadventure into The Dumps

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Oh dear, I know. I can imagine what you’re thinking when you see such a shocking image! How could anyone toss a poor diaper boy into the dumpster, right? Well, let me start by telling you I’d never date a Bully. A Bull, yes, a Bully, No! So Trayvon has some explaining to do. I prefer to be the only meanie in a relationship, and no one gets away with treating my Mikey that way! Also, I think it’s important to remember that I only have Mikey’s version of this story, and everyone knows babies sometimes fib a little.

But I’ll tell you what Mikey told me, and maybe you can help me decide what to do next. Last weekend, I told Mikey to stay home and behave himself because I had a date with Trayvon. Tray is a six-foot-two, muscular black guy whom I met at the gym. He’s pure masculine energy, total Alpha vibe, like the opposite of my little nerd, Mikey. Mikey, understandably, was curious and confused as to why Mommy wanted to date when the two of them could stay home and snuggle.

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For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms are more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.

Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.

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ABDL

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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.

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Casual Kevin

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.

This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed, displaying a name I’d purged from my active memory: Max. We used to date, for a brief, almost embarrassing, period. That was, until I discovered just how minuscule his dick actually is. We’re talking the size of a chapstick tube, maybe even a used one at that. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, ended abruptly after I realized my needs were just going to gather dust, indefinitely.

His voice on the other end was a pathetic, wavering mess. He started apologizing, rambling about how he’d messed up, how he missed me, how he’d changed. He even dared to beg me to take him back. My mind, however, was already back in my apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d actually have to fake it again. The answer was a definitive, resounding no. I can’t date a guy who is utterly incapable of satisfying me! And what did he mean by “changed”? Did he have a donor cock surgically attached to his tiny little weiner?

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Steph

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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.

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Tiny Tim

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Bethany 1844-33- CANDY ext 260

He was super embarrassed. Cheeks red, and flushed. I could tell he was a bit insecure when I approached him and casually asked to suck his cock. He was really cute, with eyes that glowed. He has these blue / ice colored eyes that seem to look right through you. Memorizing. Hypnotic. Tiny Tim.

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Mr. Stinky Pampers Earns A World Record

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.”

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SissySlutBob had a long night. He came home late. He told Miss Anna that he had been held back at work for a late night meeting. When morning came, Anna called him downstairs. ‘’Yes, what is it Mistress Anna?’’ he asked. ‘’Where did you say you were last night?’’ Miss Anna pried. ‘’I told you, we had a late night meeting at the office.’’

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Mommy Anna had to stock up on some things. She didn’t have anyone to watch her naughty boy, so she told him that he had to come with her, but she made him promise he would behave or else she wouldn’t take him anywhere ever again. Her Naughty boy nodded yes and off they went.

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