My ABDL Mommy

    By Herman Whitehead

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    05 Sep, 2024

    a small child sitting on the floor next to a baby in a crib with a toy dog and a teddy bear

    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.

    a woman holding a baby in a room with a crib and a window in the background with pink curtains

    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.

    a woman and a child in a yellow wagon in a room with a window and a bed in the background

    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.

    a woman and a child are standing in a room together, one is holding the other's hand

    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.

    a woman holding a baby in her lap while sitting on a chair in front of a window with blinds

    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.

    a woman holding a baby in her arms in a room with a crib and a bed in the background

    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.

    a woman is helping a boy with his tie in a room with a crib and a window with a potted plant

    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.

    a woman and a child sitting on a couch together, both looking at something on the screen of the picture

    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.

    a woman is holding a baby and sleeping on a bed with a pillow on it and a doll in her lap

    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.

    a group of children sitting around a table eating food together, with a window in the background and a bookcase in the foreground

    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.

    a woman holding a child in her arms in a room with a crib and a window in the background

    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.

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