Midget Mommy Mimi
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Hey guys I'm Mimi, and yes I'm everything you could ever want in one 3ft tall tiny package. Not only can I change babies dirty diaper standing on my feet, but if I need to suck out babies milk I can do that to before or after I change babies messy diaper *wink wink*!
Have you ever wondered what it was like to have a mommy so small breast feed you from her milk filled breasts just waiting to be drained by you? Well just come into mommies bedroom where she has a whole closet full of diapers and changing stuff just for you! I know I'm tiny but I'm full of mommy love and will make sure to take care of her baby in HUGE way!
The best part about being a tiny mommy is that if you ever wanna be my daddy I fit perfectly in your lap like a little girl and I love being daddy's little girl. I can let you change my diapy and I cry just like a perfect baby should. I can crawl right into my bed for daddy to come check on me in the middle of the night, I hope daddy tells me more secrets and I promise I wont tell mommy what daddy does when she's sleeping. If I wet the bed can you roll my tiny body over and spank my bottom for peeing in the bed?
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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 […]