Diaper Lacy
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Hi, I'm Lacy. I'm a girl who likes to pretend she is a small little girl who has regressed back to her younger years. I am big into age regression and I don?t really like to progress because I prefer to be much younger.
The only time I don't care to act like a mommy is when I can be a mommy to a age regressed baby. I will take care of you and make sure you are nice and comfortable throughout your entire fun trip back to the baby years.
I also like to force age regression, but only ask for that if you are ready to be humiliated back to the baby years. I can be a very persuasive fantasy goddess that makes sure you reach the age I want you to be or else. I love fantasy and roleplay. I can be anything at anytime. I have a huge imagination and do so much of it in real life anyways. I have even dabbled into the Furry Fandom world and loved it. I was a cute kitty that loved to sit and lick herself while all the boys watched and drooled * purrrr meow*
So if you are ready to play and have some exciting fantasy filled fun with a girl, then I am the girl for you! Love ABDL Lacy
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January 30, 2026
The first thing I’m aware of is the soft, crinkly sound around my hips as I stretch in the morning, and the thick, padded feeling between my legs that lays brought me comfort. My eyes flutter open to the early morning light filtering through the open curtained window, the curtains were designed with blue sky and smiling clouds, dancing across the pastel yellow walls of the nursery that made the room feel warm and happy. I’m snug in my crib, my fingers curling around the smooth white wooden bars. The […]
June 20, 2025
The nursery glowed with the sweet pastel pinks of wallpaper covered walls. I clicked the lock on the nursery door behind me once it closed, leather gloves creaking as I flexed my fingers. His eyes darted to the frilled changing table, to the stack of Pampers blooming from their plastic half ripped packaging. “Big boys don’t slam doors,” I cooed, peeling the leather gloves off one finger at a time. The scent of his sweat sharpened as I approached, that bitter tang of gym socks and panic. “But you’re not […]