Baby Katie
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I am the baby around here, as all the mommies can attest to, and I like it that way! I adore wearing diapers, being fed and cared for, but as hard as I try I have some trouble with being good (just ask Mommy Maggie, sometimes I think the only thing she can say is "What am I to do with you?")
I try hard to be good, but when I enter the baby zone I just can't seem to listen or resist coloring on the walls. And of course I must be punished, either by time outs or spankings over the knee of caring adults. I would love to talk to a daddy out there or maybe be able to play with another baby. In this lifestyle it is hard sometimes to find the right play partners..
I play on the phone with many of the mommies on the site (although I think I am 'officially' Mommy Maggies, she really is good to me) but I wanted to explore further. I can't wait to talk with you!
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February 14, 2026
The soft crinkle of the plastic, backed training pants was the first sound to greet him as he shuffled into the nursery. It was a sound that signified something important, a deliberate stepping out of a zone and into another, softer, simpler, and utterly defined by her care. Mommy had laid everything out on the changing table: a pair of powder, blue short-alls made of a thick, quilted cotton that promised warmth, a matching bib embroidered with a little rocking horse, and a pacifier clipped to a cord of pastel beads. “There’s […]
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 […]