Janey
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Hi there, I'm Janey. I am mommies girl and I love to let Mommy dress me up so pretty, just like her special princess.
We spend lots of "special" time together and she puts me in nice fresh powdery diapers with pink plastic pants and frilly pink pinafores with matching frilly panties. Mommy loves to watch me waddle around all dressed up for her.
I have a secret though. When Mommy isn't looking, I love to sneak in and pretend to be mommy to her ab/dl's. I always pay close attention to Mommy when she is taking care of them and I know just what to do. I am a great diaper changer, I always use Vaseline, fresh powder and make sure to get the diaper on nice and snug, but NEVER too tight. I also love to breast feed them just like a real Mommy. I must do a pretty good job cause they never complain and some of them even make a nice little messy in their diaper and we have to change it all over again!
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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 […]