Quinn has gone in too deep. Her research project for her thesis has sent her into the warm, nurturing, and mysterious arms of Molly. But the longer she spends as her helpless baby - dependent on her for everything from diaper changes, to feeding from her breasts, to her powerful ability to satisfy her sexually - the more Quinn loses the ability to separate herself from the subject she wants to study. This chapter is twice the size of the first. It takes you much deeper into Molly's matronly world. From her network of kinky babysitters, to her means of discipline, and introduces you to several of Quinn's new sisters.
Mommy's Baby Girls: The Study - Part 2 - Growing
Includes themes of: Diapers, Infantilism, ABDL, Lesbian, Bisexual, Breastfeeding, Toys, Masturbation, Fingering, Spanking, Strap-ons, Helplessness, and more.
A Short Sample:
With no warning, I felt a stream of hot urine push into my diaper. It surprised me so much I moaned into Molly’s generous breast. I’m sure she knew what I did. It was audible. She didn’t say a thing, though. She just let me keep drinking from her body until I was done. I felt the warmth grow from the front of the diaper, to between my legs, to my backside. I didn’t remember drinking so much, but I was suckling Mommy a lot more since the walls of my inhibitions came down and I started accepting – even wanting her to pull her shirt down and expose herself… and provide.
Molly leaned me up and wiped my mouth and chin. She gently messaged my back and then patted me gently until I produced a little milky burp. It was more for her than for me, but I would rather that part be done. It’s not like I needed to be burped.
Molly kissed my head above my ear. “Let’s get you a new nappy, sweetie.” Molly sometimes used the English term for diaper. Not because she was English, but because she liked how much cuter the word was.
She pulled the straps of her dress back over her shoulders and took me over to the changing table. She unsnapped the crotch of my onesie and pulled it up until it was completely over my head and off. She blew a raspberry into my stomach. It made me giggle. My face turned red.
Molly took my diaper off, then took her time cleaning me. Every time she came close to my sex, I held my breath. I was starved for sexual attention.
In my life before coming to Molly’s house, I would have to get off at least twice a day, often more. Molly mercifully rubbed me to orgasm a few times, but not nearly as much as I needed. I would do it myself, but my arms were useless. I would try to squeeze my legs together, but all it would do was have the soft diaper brush my needy clit, making it worse.
Molly was about to reach for another diaper, when something inside me exploded in protest. “Mmmmoooommy!” I said. The interruption was enough to make Molly stop and stare into my eyes. “Pweeeeee!” I cried out. It wasn’t a word, but I hoped she would know what I meant. I was naked on a table in front of her, squirming, begging for anything to touch me.
Rub me.
Penetrate me.
Please me.
I was so horny I would have done something scandalous in public.
Mommy looked down at me with a kind of pathetic smile. “Quinny, do you want some big girl attention again?” Molly kissed along my cheek until she came to my ear. She gave my earlobe a gentle little bite and then whispered in my ear, “You are so much fun, Quinny. I just want to keep you my horny little baby girl forever.” She pushed her tongue into my ear. At the same time, her fingers found my clit and pressed.
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Mommy’s Baby Girls - Part 2: An ABDL Mommy/Little Lesbian Erotica
Quinn has gone in too deep. Her research project for her thesis has sent her into the warm, nurturing, and mysterious arms of Molly. But the longer she spends as her helpless baby - dependent on her for everything from diaper changes, to feeding from her breasts, to her powerful ability to satisfy her sexually - the more Quinn loses the ability to separate herself from the subject she wants to study. This chapter is twice the size of the first. It takes you much deeper into Molly's matronly world. From her network of kinky babysitters, to her means of discipline, and introduces you to several of Quinn's new sisters.
Mommy's Baby Girls: The Study - Part 2 - Growing
Includes themes of: Diapers, Infantilism, ABDL, Lesbian, Bisexual, Breastfeeding, Toys, Masturbation, Fingering, Spanking, Strap-ons, Helplessness, and more.
A Short Sample:
With no warning, I felt a stream of hot urine push into my diaper. It surprised me so much I moaned into Molly’s generous breast. I’m sure she knew what I did. It was audible. She didn’t say a thing, though. She just let me keep drinking from her body until I was done. I felt the warmth grow from the front of the diaper, to between my legs, to my backside. I didn’t remember drinking so much, but I was suckling Mommy a lot more since the walls of my inhibitions came down and I started accepting – even wanting her to pull her shirt down and expose herself… and provide.
Molly leaned me up and wiped my mouth and chin. She gently messaged my back and then patted me gently until I produced a little milky burp. It was more for her than for me, but I would rather that part be done. It’s not like I needed to be burped.
Molly kissed my head above my ear. “Let’s get you a new nappy, sweetie.” Molly sometimes used the English term for diaper. Not because she was English, but because she liked how much cuter the word was.
She pulled the straps of her dress back over her shoulders and took me over to the changing table. She unsnapped the crotch of my onesie and pulled it up until it was completely over my head and off. She blew a raspberry into my stomach. It made me giggle. My face turned red.
Molly took my diaper off, then took her time cleaning me. Every time she came close to my sex, I held my breath. I was starved for sexual attention.
In my life before coming to Molly’s house, I would have to get off at least twice a day, often more. Molly mercifully rubbed me to orgasm a few times, but not nearly as much as I needed. I would do it myself, but my arms were useless. I would try to squeeze my legs together, but all it would do was have the soft diaper brush my needy clit, making it worse.
Molly was about to reach for another diaper, when something inside me exploded in protest. “Mmmmoooommy!” I said. The interruption was enough to make Molly stop and stare into my eyes. “Pweeeeee!” I cried out. It wasn’t a word, but I hoped she would know what I meant. I was naked on a table in front of her, squirming, begging for anything to touch me.
Rub me.
Penetrate me.
Please me.
I was so horny I would have done something scandalous in public.
Mommy looked down at me with a kind of pathetic smile. “Quinny, do you want some big girl attention again?” Molly kissed along my cheek until she came to my ear. She gave my earlobe a gentle little bite and then whispered in my ear, “You are so much fun, Quinny. I just want to keep you my horny little baby girl forever.” She pushed her tongue into my ear. At the same time, her fingers found my clit and pressed.