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Oh don’t be upset. I love doing this. It makes me feel so powerful having so much control over a boy. I was secretly hoping for as old as possible, and wow did I hit the jackpot.

No, I’m not grossed out at all. I love babysitting. I love seeing little boys with their padded bums in PJ’s. Trying to hide their diaper bulge. Most of the Boys just wear pullups to bed. But occasionally I get someone in regular diapers and I get to put them on them. They have to lay down with their little PP exposed, all embarrassed. Oh god it makes me so… well… let’s just say it makes me happy.

Aww, of course I won’t tell anyone. You can totally be yourself with me, I’m cool with it. Plus you’re totally a cutie. I would hang out with you even if I wasn’t being paid. But you’d still have to do what I say, and you’d have to let me change you LOL. 

"That's right, darling. That's right. Go on… you know you want it, baby…"

Yes, you did. Or did you? It was all so confusing, so mixed-up. You blinked, desperately racking your fogged brain, trying to recall exactly what had happened. You'd come knocking- yes, knocking on the nice lady's door. You'd been after treats or something, right? Yes, that was it. "Trick or treat," you'd said.

It was Halloween, after all.

You pulled back hesitantly, your half-shut eyes fixed on the tantalizing rosy nipple before you. The nice lady… she had you now. Safe and warm here in this pretty, light-filled room. Yes. Just right for a little girl like you. So nice to be taken care of… You were little girl. You needed taking care of…

Little girl? But you were grown up! You were an adult! And you shook your head in sudden, firm resolve. No, this wasn't right. You'd dressed like a little girl for Halloween, that was it. You weren't really going to let this lady treat you like- like-

"Good girl," she soothed, and electric tingles raced through your entire body as her fingers delicately stroked your upper arm. "Such a good, thirsty little girl! You want a treat, don't you? Go on, open up, darling…"

"Nnnuhh," you managed, shaking your head feebly – and yet even as you did so, the weight of your pigtails bobbing on either side of your head reminded you of your juvenile state. "Noh lid-dle-"

"Of course you are, sweetheart," came the nice lady's voice, and every syllable sank into you like a sedative-filled syringe. "You came to my door just like this, darling: a sweet, lost, little baby girl who just needs a nice, warm treat. You just need someone to take care of you, honey. So don't worry. Don't squirm. Just relax now for me. Open up, dear. Open up for your treat…"

And through those drooping eyes of yours, you could see it: a bead of creamy milk, trembling on the rosy tip of the alluring nipple before you. And beyond, the soft, delightful swell of her breast: full and ripe and inviting you to press your longing face closer. Your lips were parting, your throat dry, your tongue parched, your entire body panting, thirsting for the nourishment that was so close… so very close…

You couldn't help it. You opened. Your mouth closed around the warm nipple… and as the sweet, milky taste coated your tongue and filled your mouth, the last bits of your conscious mind seemed to trickle away like sand in a silently draining hourglass. Good. Me. Good. Safe. Thirsty. Drink. Me. Drink.

And so you weren't even listening as the witch, smiling benevolently down at you through her long locks, murmured softly to herself. "Such a good little one – needy and hungry as always. Well…" and here she chuckled and gave your Depends-clad posterior an affectionate pat. "At least this one came pre-nappied! Though I don't suppose it's going to hold up for very long…"

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I’ve waited till our third date to tell you something. I think it’s time I came clean.

That big handsome latin man you saw here. That’s my ex husband. We still sleep together. The only reason we broke up was because I have this fetish. And at this point it’s become more of a lifestyle. I can’t live without it.

Do you know where this is going? Didn’t you think it was weird I started hitting on you only after your boxes got delivered to my apartment on accident? I told you I didn’t look inside them but I did. 

That’s right. I saw all your diapers, and your baby cloths and pacifiers. I couldn’t believe it. It’s like fate brought us together. I’m a Mommy dom. A full fledged, lactating, no bullshit fulltime Mommy and caregiver. I only ever offered my services to women before, because Liuz would get jealous. But now we’ve agreed to separate so that I could find my true Baby Boy.

No, I will still have sex with him. He takes what he wants. No one can stop him. He’s also unbelievable in bed. Years of sex with him, and I don’t think I could ever go back to normal guys. But that’s OK, my breasts, my milk, and all my love and care can go to you. If you’ll let me.

Yes he makes me cum like no other. But the feeling I will get when you empty my swollen breasts. Sweetie there is no comparison. The love between a mother and her baby is the purest in the world. Please try it, and if you no longer want to see me then I understand.

Originally shared by Morgan Myers

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