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.
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.
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.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Mommy’s panty boy loved to help with the laundry when he was little. He was such a good little Mommy’s helper. He would hand mommy the delicates to hang outside on the clothesline. Then when they were dry, he always wanted to fold them. Mommy noticed how he would admire his little sister’s panties. Then one day he asked her why boys have to wear plain ugly underwear while girls got to wear beautiful underwear. Mommy felt bad that she hadn’t gotten him cuter underwear like the kind with superheroes or other characters on them. But she did always get his sister cute little lacy princess panties and all kinds of other girly panties with flowers, hearts, and rainbows on them.
So one day Mommy decided to take him shopping for cute little boy’s underwear. He was so excited. But the minute they got inside the store, he was pulling Mommy towards the girl’s section. Mommy said no, the little boy’s underwear is this way. And she headed towards the boy’s section. He started to cry and say no. But Mommy reassured him that they would have some really cute underwear for boys. And they did!
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Most people assume ABDL babies love bottles, but not mine. They’re all dirty little cock suckers. What about you? I think it’s time for you to be honest with me, do you prefer bottles or big boy cocks?
We know that all of you ABDL phone sex babies love sucking on your pacifiers, bottles and my nipples, now you need to graduate to something a little kinkier!! I think it’s time you join the other cock suckers in Mommy Lucy’s nursery.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Victoria Kate’s other Mommy and Cousin were gone for more obedient training as Victoria Kate stayed home with Mommy Anna. Mommy Anna gave her baby permission to wear a bikini and stay in the backyard because she had been so good lately. As Mommy Anna returned home from shopping, she found Victoria kate in the backyard behaving, this was of course, only because she had confiscated her phone.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
My white lab coat hung open, exposing my giant tits that threatend to spill over my bra. I’m not sure if the patient was able to focus on my tits, with much more pressing matters at hand. The boy was strapped down to the gurney, his legs spread wide in stirrups and his hands restrained over his head to keep them out of the way.
“I’ll rub on this numbing gel and you shouldn’t feel the shiny tip at all.” I smiled watching him pant. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” My latex-gloved hands slathered the cool gel over his scrotum, and he whined.