Granny Minnie
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My name is Minnie and I am here for all of you children who like women who have some life experience. I like grown-up babies, from a cruel aunt or grandmother to the charming old lady next door who is called to help clean the house. I can play any role. The possibilities for what we can do together are endless. Have you ever dreamed of your mother-in-law coming to your house and being dissatisfied with your recent behavior? Forcing him to change diapers as punishment? Teach your wife that corner time is the best way to deal with a wayward husband? Because it is one of my favorites, to be honest, I think I should visit my son-in-law soon... I can't wait to talk to everyone!
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1 (888) 430-2010October 26, 2015
Oh, the things I have learned since I have been hanging around with a new friend. She is part of the ABDL and BDSM scenes. It started out with us going to a “cuddle” party. It was a smaller, more private gathering so she said. There was a main room where you could just enjoy meeting other people and engaging in stimulating conversation. Then a more comfortable room with lots of fluffy couches, pillows on the floor and beds. She told me this was the cuddle room. Couples were all over just hugging, cuddling in all different ways and other’s just massaging each other; everyone looked so happy and relaxed. The atmosphere was so comforting. As we went further into the building we came upon a large nursery. This was not your typical nursery. This was why we were here. This was for adult babies and diaper lovers. She was a “nanny” here. When we entered the room everyone was so happy to see her. I felt all the love they had for her, and she for them. I watched in amazement as she took care of all her “Aby’s”, or so she called them. She went about checking diapers and changing them as needed. Putting some in large cribs for naps and even feeding them from bottles or baby food. There were other women that some of the Aby’s called “mommy” and even more “nannies” then just my friend. I noticed even more rooms with doors where some mommy’s took their babies and seemed to be either punishing them or giving extra love and attention. It was such a magical sight that I have been back to the nursery several times now and feel like I am becoming a part of the family. I am having so much enjoyment with my new role in the ABDL community. I am becoming a mommy, a very special mommy. Tawny (888)430-2010
October 25, 2015
Mickey had been a bad bad adult baby. He’d drawn all over the walls and dumped things all over the floor and worst of all he’d stripped his diaper off and gone to the bathroom on the floor. I’m normally a sweet and easy going mommy, but this abdl needed discipline and now. Whoever his mommy was before me had quit and now I could see why. I grabbed him and put him over my knee. My bare hand smacked his bare bottom several times and his cries were met only with me saying how I was doing this for his own good. I stopped, stood him up and asked him if he understood why he was being punished. His chin rose and he stuck his tongue out at me. “You’re not my real mommy.” He said and the preceded to run off. I sighed and stood. “Mickey, I’m your mommy for today and today you will listen to me or you will be sorry. Now, you help me clean up this mess you made or you will be sorry.” He was stubborn and I knew I would need to use more extreme methods to break him. I went to the kitchen and got a sponge and soapy water. I set it near the drawn on wall and pointed at it. “This is what you will use to clean this wall. I will pick up all the mess you made on the floor but you will clean this wall. If you don’t do this right I will make you wish you had.” I watched as he walked towards me and looked at the bucket, looked at the sponge, glanced at the wall and the crossed his arms over his bare chest and kicked the bucket over with malice. Oh yes, this baby was begging for punishment and I was the answer to that plea. This story is continued by clicking here.