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Pants Are A Privilege

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Every now and then, my little diaper princess gets a wild hair up her ass and wants to take me out to dinner as a big boy. Granted… to the world, Jared is a big, strong, sexy man who would make plenty of girls swoon. But deep on the inside is just a tiny Faggot princess who messes her huggies. I agreed to the date night with a big boy but insisted he still wear his Huggies under his Levi’s. I didn’t want to have to explain any accidents while we were out.

Jared picked a swanky little restaurant on the west side of town, and I was impressed! He made reservations for the best table! It was smack dab in the center, where everyone would see what a spoiled girl I was. A beautiful hostess sat us, and an even prettier waitress brought us menus. All was going swimmingly until Jared got a little too big for his britches. “She’ll have a salad.” He puffed out his chest like he was in charge. I shook my head, and he pointed to the table.“”Yes, you will. I said so. ” My nose wrinkled, and I laughed.

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Reverse Potty Training

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mommy Anna had Sissy Baby Tami awake from the nursery. Tami tried to rub her eyes
and asked Mommy what she was doing. Mommy Anna told her that today they would be doing
special reverse Potty Training. “What’s that?” said Tami.

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accidents

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Mommy returned Tami to the nursery, she was overdue. Overdue for punishment, for Sissy training and for being taken care of by Mommy Anna.  Mommy unlocked the door and approached the crib, but was surprised to find Tami completely soaked.

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diaper slut

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Late one Friday Night, a pretty little blonde was sitting at home. He was contemplating going out,
but instead he called his Auntie Anna. She told him not to go out, that it was too late, and it
would only result in him being tired and drained the next day, instead Auntie Anna insisted she come over and keep him company.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

There was a surprise baby shower at work today for Jenelle. Seeing all of those sweet little clothes and the tiny toys got me all hot and bothered. We played diaper-changing games, and it just reminded me how much I loved that newborn stage—the snuggles and smells. Mama was getting baby fever, BAD!

I left work early and went right to the baby store. Unfortunately, this fever only had one cure! I needed to have my baby back!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My sweet adult baby was being agnostic about having to go to bed at his bed time.  However, this Mommy is a stickler for her babies getting proper rest and following all of Mommy’s rules.  Mommy Zoey holds tenacious rules for my little ones.  It’s important for babies to have schedules and rules to follow to keep them healthy and happy.  Even when a little one thinks they don’t need such things.  Mommy Zoey knows what’s best for my little boys and girls.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Mommy’s going to take really good care of you this evening. You’re getting to be such a good boy these days. Let’s start with a nice warm bath. I take off your shirt and bottoms, including your dirty diaper. You step into the bathtub and sit down, relaxing in the warm water. Now it’s time to bathe you little one.

I grab the bath sponge and soap it up and run it over your back and front, making sure to clean it all. I get your little arms and little legs all clean. Last but certainly not least, I clean your little peepee and make sure to soap it up real nice. I know you love the way your little peepee feels when I clean and massage it.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Kayla and I have a very special talent.  No, I don’t mean the obvious ones like sucking cock and fucking your brains out.  I mean, our ability to smell out any and every stinky Pamper out in the world.  It’s not a talent that we expected to develop or market.  But here we are. So now, Kayla and I use our highly sensitive noses to smell out smelly little boys and girls who try to avoid getting their Pampers changed.  So many little ones love the feel of their squishy, messy diapers and try to hide so they can sit in it and enjoy it.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Some babies are good, and some are bad. Some want to be good but just can’t help being bad. While I’m all-consuming and incredibly powerful, my talents are limited by distance. Sure, I can dole out discipline like the next Mommy, but I have to rely on the baby to carry it out with the same firmness and ruthlessness as I would if I were able to do it myself. As you can imagine, it’s much more helpful when I have a helping hand.

The other day, Baby Riley surprised me with a babysitter! He told me she was new to diapering babies and wanted to learn. She’d read my blogs and watched my Twitter, so she had an idea of how to humiliate bad boys, but there is nothing I love more than teaching another woman how to own a diaper bitch.

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upside down abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It started when the power went out. Flickering lights, the fridge groaning, right as I was tucking Benny into his bed. “Mama Cory, was that thunder?” he whispered, wide-eyed, clutching a stuffed waffle toy. I smoothed his hair, adjusted his thick pull-up, and said, “No, baby. Just the flux capacitor acting up again.” I wasn’t sure what I meant, but it sounded sci-fi enough to soothe him.

As the basement lightbulb popped with a suspicious snap, I told my boy to stay put, kissed him on the forehead, and grabbed my glow-in-the-dark taser (which, admittedly, was just a repurposed sex toy). Armed with maternal instinct, I descended the stairs into the dark, humming the theme song to my favorite show as a way to stay focused.

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