I went shopping the other day at the tiny human store. You never know when you will happen upon an ABDL baby needing a change or any other type of caring. So, there I was minding my own business in the pamper aisle when suddenly I was struck with the most offensive odor. “Phew! Foochie! What is the awful smell?” There was a mommy and her little one in the aisle with me. I asked her if that noxious odor was coming from her little one. She picked her little one up and gave a big sniff assuring me it wasn’t her baby.
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One of my horny, little sissy babies has a big ol’ crush on his sister-in-law. I guess he didn’t think I’d notice how quickly he came in his diaper the last time she accidentally showed up while I was dressing him. But, really, by now, he should know his Mommy Felicity better than not to expect what I would do with this knowledge. It isn’t a stretch to realize I would use her as an added tool to his ultimate humiliation.
I told his wife I needed to keep him for the afternoon, and she was more than happy to get him out of the house. Then I invited her sister over for tea time. I explained to her that since she saw how we care for and keep our sissy, she really should learn to be a good auntie, and through a mass of giggles, she agreed.
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After being away visiting family over the weekend, the last thing you expected to see when you pulled into your driveway was Mommy Felicity pounding a “yard sale” sign into your grass. As you step out of the car, you realize all of the items on the display tables and blankets across the lawn are yours.
Your video games, clothing, shoes, all your awards, and trophies from college. Basically, your whole adult life is spread across the lawn with cheap price tags. “Felicity, what the fuck is this?” You yell after slamming the car door.
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Self-care is super important, especially this time of year. Holidays are coming up fast, and everyone can get so stressed out. I knew I needed to take my snookums out for some pampering and booked us a couples massage. I waited impatiently for him to get off work on the day of the appointment. When he finally arrived home, I jumped into his arms and started kissing him. His hands looped around me, and he carried me toward our bedroom.
We’d need to be freshly showered for our appointment, so I wasn’t surprised when he backed me into the bathroom, and we stripped each other. I turned on the water, and we walked into the spray, still kissing. My hands stroked over his cock, but I was careful not to make him spill over. I wanted him hard and anxious during our unique couples massage.
You wearing diapers is sexy. I know you resist it because you think I won’t see you as a man. But you don’t have to do that. I love that wearing diapers makes you hard and dripping. Let me put them on you, and we can enjoy some role-playing together. There’s something about putting you in a big pamper that makes me feel sexy and maternal, especially when you ask to call me Mommy while you’re in that adorable crinkly diaper. I love the little gleam in your eye when I go into dirty Mommy mode and watch the front of your diaper start to bulge and thicken.
I agreed to keep an eye on Mr. Stinky Pampers the other day. Some of my girlfriends were coming over for a gab session. He was sitting on the floor playing with his toys like a good boy. As we talked a pungent odor suddenly assailed my nose. I watched as my other friends wrinkled their noses and tried to be nice and not say anything about the noxious scent that began to surround us. My Mr. Stinky side-eyed me from his place on the floor. I knew he thought about making a run for it when he slowly stood up. But I snagged him around his waist and pulled him up into my arms. I draped him over my arm and gave a big sniff to confirm him as the source of the awful smell.
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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. So there had to be a way to help him really 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 laid on our bed with his diaper folded and ready beside me for when we walked into the room.
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My big boy was napping, so I ran out real quick to the grocery store and did a few other fast things around town before zipping back h as I carried the grocery bags into the kitchen and set them on the island. My baby was awake and was fidgeting with a bowl. Shakey hands tried to pour cereal, but he was getting more on the island than in the bowl. I smiled, watching him be so independent, and asked how his nap had been.
His eyes still looked sleepy and his hair was a wreck. He shrugged and shuffled to the other side of the island. I wondered why he moved away from me when he was typically such a snuggly boy. And then it hit me. I lifted my chin and sniffed the kitchen air. He was looking down into the bowl to avoid eye contact. “Baby? Did you make a stinky in your diaper during your nap?”
Sissy Faggot Daycare . His mommy dropped him off at Aunt Zoey’s house for the day. I took him upstairs to the nursery and started his transformation. First, I took off all those stupid boy clothes. I don’t know how many times I talk to his mommy about not letting him have them. But she gives in to his whining and crying and then gives in and puts him in his favorite pants and shirts. Aunt Zoey isn’t as easy to manipulate and as soon as he gets dropped off at my house, I strip him and burn the banned clothes so he can never try to wear them again. Then it’s directly into a pink girlie pamper and the frilliest dress I have in my ABDL sissy baby closet.
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It was time for Johnny’s midday nap, but someone wasn’t sleepy. He was giving Mommy every excuse in his little book for why he couldn’t lay down and rest his busy body. He needed more juice, and his teddy needed a hug. Finally, Mommy had had enough of his games and put on one of his favorite movies; then, I asked him to come lay down on the couch with me.
Trying to compromise with the little stinker, I told him he didn’t have to nap; he just had to be still for thirty minutes. That’s a long time for any little boy to hold in his wiggles, but Mommy could see him rubbing his eyes. Finally, he agreed and crawled up on the couch to lay his head on Mommy’s bare thigh. My tiny little shorts had risen up while chasing him around all day, and Johnny couldn’t stop his teasing fingers.