
My ABDL Mommy
By prater.logan05

20 Nov, 2023

As an Adult Baby Diaper Lover (ABDL) caregiver, I had developed a keen sense of intuition over the years. My nose had become attuned to the distinct smells that signaled a diaper change was imminent. Today was no different. I noticed an unmistakable odor wafting from the nursery.

As I entered the nursery, I confirmed my suspicions. The little one had made a poop. It was time for a diaper change. I moved swiftly, my practiced hands reaching for the necessary supplies.

Getting everything ready, I lifted the little one onto the changing table. The mess was worse than I had initially thought. I steeled myself for the task ahead.

The diaper change took longer than expected. The little one fidgeted and squirmed, but my patience held. I cooed soothing words, trying to make the process as comfortable as possible.

Once the dirty diaper was discarded, I began cleaning up the little one. I was meticulous, making sure every nook and cranny was wiped clean. I then applied a layer of soothing cream to prevent any diaper rash.

With the cleaning done, it was time to put on a fresh diaper. I picked one with a cute little duck pattern, hoping it would cheer up the little one. I expertly fastened it, ensuring it was snug but not too tight.

The little one seemed relieved once the fresh diaper was on. I saw a hint of a smile on their face, which warmed my heart. I knew I had done a good job.

I picked up the little one and held them close, rocking gently. The ordeal was over, and it was time for some much-needed cuddling. I hummed a soft lullaby, which seemed to calm them further.

After some time, the little one drifted off to sleep in my arms. I carefully placed them back in their crib, tucking them in with their favorite plush toy. I then quietly exited the nursery, leaving them to their peaceful slumber.

As a caregiver, I knew my job was not just about changing diapers and feeding. It was about providing comfort and care, about creating a safe and nurturing environment. Today was a testament to that belief.

In the end, being an ABDL caregiver was not for the faint-hearted. It required patience, empathy, and above all, love. But despite the challenges, I wouldn't trade it for anything. After all, I was not just a caregiver; I was their ABDL mommy.