Mommy’s Baby Girls: An ABDL Mommy/Little Lesbian Erotica (Mommy’s Baby Girls: The Study Book 1)
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Mommy’s Baby Girls: An ABDL Mommy/Little Lesbian Erotica (Mommy’s Baby Girls: The Study Book 1)
Quinn is a PhD Psychiatry student trying to find a topic for her thesis, and she finds it. A woman advertises online looking for adults to be her baby girls. The idea of studying this woman and her "Baby Girls" is too enticing to pass up. She agrees to join "Mommy" for a time, and quickly realizes it is much more frightening and exciting than she bargained for. Quinn wanted to learn about this woman, but discovers more about herself and her own desires.
Mommy's Baby Girls: The Study - Part 1 - Newborn
Includes themes of: Diapers, Infantilism, ABDL, Lesbian, Bisexual, Breastfeeding, Toys, Masturbation, Fingering, Spanking, Strap-ons, Helplessness, and more.
A Short Sample:
I kept crying. I felt so helpless. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop any of this from happening.
“I know,†Molly said. “I saw the last time I changed you.â€
What did she mean? I looked up at her, confused.
“You need some big girl attention,†she said. “When I wiped you clean earlier, I saw your little clitty pop right out like it was ready to play.â€
I felt my face go flush. Of course it did. I always had a hyperactive sex drive. I usually masturbated more than once a day. I didn’t know how long it was since I came to Molly’s house, but it must have been at least a few days. Maybe more. Could it have been a week?
“Don’t be embarrassed, Quinny,†Molly said. “You may be my baby girl, but you have a big girl body. Big girls have needs too. And I said Mommy takes care of all of your needs.â€
Molly reached her hand down and started unbuttoning the snaps of my onesie. Oh my god. She couldn’t possibly… I tried to shake my head. I tried to cry out, but my voice was met by an extra-large pacifier being inserted into my mouth. I was so shocked by the oral intrusion, I almost didn’t notice Molly’s hand enter the front of my diaper.
Contact. It felt like a wave crashed into me. Molly’s fingers were rubbing, pressing, searching. I gasped. I tried to squirm. I tried to squeeze my legs together. I tried everything to ignore the touch I so desperately needed. The touch Molly was giving me with a smile, and no need for reciprocation. It wasn’t more than a minute before my groans of frustration turned into moans of pleasure.
She ran her fingers over my wet pussy. She teased her way into my folds. She kept moving, rubbing. All the while, she never stopped dancing her fingertips over my engorged and greedy clit.
I started spasming. This was quick for me, but I knew I was past the point of no return. I panted and shook. I’m sure to the rest of the house, it sounded like I was having a sobbing fit, but I never let the pacifier escape. I was biting down on it. As I writhed in an uncontrollable orgasm, Molly never stopped rubbing. She kept me in a state of physical pleasure as one orgasm turned into another. Then another. I lost count of how many times.
I never knew I could ride an orgasm. I usually stopped touching myself when it started. No one ever kept at it on me before. Maybe I always backed away. Maybe I always pushed the person’s face away or pulled myself off the cock as soon as I felt it. This was different from any orgasm I had before.
Maybe I needed to be helpless to learn this about myself.
In a daze, I closed my eyes. I tried not to fall asleep again. I kept trembling. Over and over. I was a guest in my body, and it was experiencing a kind of pleasure I would not have allowed myself in real life.
When the tremors stopped, I felt my diaper become warm and full. I didn’t try to stop it. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to do anything but be right there in Mommy’s arms. She pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and replaced it with her nipple. I sucked on it just as I did the pacifier. I drank her milk until I faded away into sleep.