Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Being an ABDL Mama means I’ve changed my fair share of diapers with practiced efficiency. I’ve soothed grown men as they weep, and lull them to sleep after storytime in the rocking chair I bought at an estate sale. To them, I’m the eternal mother who (mostly) forgives every mess they make.
That is, until the sun dips below the skyline, and all is quiet in my house. My Mama clothes hit the floor in a heap, replaced by a sheer black silk slip dress that clings to every one of my curves. The transition feels almost like I’m shedding my skin. By day, I provide my boys with order and comfort. But by night, I crave the deliciousness of sweat. Anarchy. Chaos. DICK.
