Nurse Betty
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Is the baby uncomfortable? Nurse Betty has exactly what she needs, dear. Come to the exam table and lie on your stomach. I always find a good enema to defecate, which is exactly what the doctor asked for. I will make your stool fresh in the diaper soon. You will be a good boy and do whatever the nurse Betty tells you. I only measure the temperature of the rectum, so you have to squeeze those little buttocks together and hold the thermometer tightly. Nurse Betty has no time to start again. Regular physical examinations are also very important. The baby changes quickly, so every time you come to my office, we have to check from top to bottom. And since I am the only nurse in the office, you know that every visit will have a medical examination! And don't try to tell mom or dad what we do in my special room alone, because they will never believe you, you are just a baby, next time it will be your ice cream enema!
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Medical Roleplay
Nurse-Patient
Sex Education
Examinations - Enemas
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1 (888) 430-2010May 22, 2026
Yesterday started with playtime. I changed him out of his overnight padded diaper into a thick, crinkly daytime one with cute animal prints. We spent the morning building block towers and coloring, which were his favorite activities. Then I let him crawl around on the floor in just his diaper while I read him a story, patting his padded bottom the whole time. All day my breasts were feeling full and warm but by afternoon, my breasts were feeling so full and heavy. I’ve been lactating more than usual lately, and the pressure was getting intense. My ABDL boy noticed right away, his eyes lighting up with that hungry, eager look in his eye. “Oh, my sweet baby,” I cooed, pulling him onto my lap. “Mommy’s milk is flowing too much today. Come here, let Mommy feed you.” I pulled up my top and guided his mouth to my swollen nipple. Warm milk began to spray as soon as his lips latched on. He suckled greedily, drinking deeply while I rocked him gently. The more he nursed, the more turned on he became. I felt his erection growing stiff against the front of his diaper which gave it a tented look, pressing insistently into the thick padding. His cheeks flushed as he kept suckling on my warm teat, switching between breasts while soft moans escaped around my nipple. I whispered words of encouragement, stroking his hair gently. “That’s it, baby. Drink Mommy’s milk. I love how hard you get for me.” If you’re an abdl little who dreams of mommies beautiful breasts and a little erotic lactation play, come talk with a mommy of your own. Whether you need a caring, strict, or sweet mommy.
April 16, 2026
Mornings start with dress up time. I slide him into his favorite pastel onesie, the one covered in smiling teddy bears and little stars, the soft fabric snapping neatly between his legs. Underneath, I choose his diaper for the day, sometimes a thick, puffy disposable printed with cheerful rocket ships and clouds that swell up so perfectly, or a super absorbent cloth diaper with a crinkly plastic cover decorated in tiny choo choo trains. I pop his binkie, his favorite blue one with the shiny silver ring, into his mouth, and off we go. We spent hours playing. I scatter his plush stuffies across the soft mat and we build wobbly block towers together while he rattles his colorful plastic keys. Story time means him curled in my lap, sucking gently on that binkie, eyes wide as I read about friendly dinosaurs. Sometimes we have tickle fights or pat a cake with his favorite teddy, his padded bottom bouncing happily with every clap. Later, I walk into the nursery to tidy up and find the diaper pail overflowing again. The tall white trash can is packed full of his used diapers, some still warm and heavy from the thick overnight kind he wore while napping, others crinkly and printed with playful patterns, all carrying that sweet, powdery scent mixed with the unmistakable proof of my busy baby boy. I smile to myself, roll up my sleeves, and start cleaning. One by one I lift the soggy bundles, tie them neatly in fresh liners, and empty the pail into the big bin outside. The nursery smells fresh again in minutes, ready for more play, more changes, more love. Caring for my ABDL baby is the sweetest job in the world. He may act like a baby, but he’s my little man and I wouldn’t trade a single crinkly, cuddly moment for anything