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Women you would call Mommy Baby 05/07/2022 (Sat) 21:52:52 No. 11906
2d, 3d, doesn't really matter. Just post women with that maternal glint in their eyes who you'd love to be babied by. Optionally you can get creative and post little blurbs describing what they'd be like as a mommy.
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>>11950 I fantasized about Toriel a lot the first time I played undertale. I'd dream about just staying with her forever just like she asks you to. Of course in these fantasies I'd start wetting the bed and she'd put me back in diapers for my own protection. It'd start out as diapers just at night then one day instead of changing me out of my night-diaper and into big-kid undies she'd just change me into a clean diaper and keep me in them from then on. Eventually it'd move on to me sleeping in a soft and comfy crib and so on until I'm full time babied by her.
I've got a thing for witches I imagine being forcibly adopted by a witch who lives in a cottage deep in the woods. I'd help her tend to her garden and be an assistant when she's doing alchemy or rituals. She'd use her magic to make me more and more helpless and dependent on her over time, until one day she decides that I'm ready and raises me from scratch as her magical apprentice.
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Kidnapped in the night, taken to one of the most obscure secret base locations in all of Hoenn. My party pokemon released somewhere far away, no access to a PC or any items. Once she has me there with no chance to escape, she'll start to slowly take my body and mind, regressing me down to the size of a young toddler, only able to think like one too. I'll still know, however vaguely, that I'm supposed to be a 'big boy' doing 'big boy' things, like catching pokemon, but all she needs to do is find something to distract me, and I'll forget about those silly thoughts for a decent while. She could tell me to go play, sit me in a bouncer chair, turn on the TV, give me a diaper change if I need one, let me nurse on her breasts, or... Get me to cum. You might initially think that it's a mistake to leave me even the slightest bit of sexual capacity, but I can assure you it's not. My Garde-Mommy will be a powerful pokemon, and she'll understand that the easiest way to break me is to make me a diaper-addicted pervert, unable to think of anything other than diaper loading, diaper humping, and diaper bouncing.
>>12220 In Pokemon UNITE, the opening cutscene shows that they have a chamber that can devolve Pokemon. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9Cpq_WdMqY Imagine your Gardevoir convinces you to enter her into the UNITE league. Obviously you can't bring more than one Pokemon. It's a few hours before the match starts and you're familiarizing yourself with the arena, still with budding anticipation. You hear Gardevoir cry out from the gate chamber -- is she hurt? You go into check. But it was just a psychic mind trick -- the door slams shut and locked behind you, and the room turns on. There's a faint, silver-blue glow around you - but it's so instant, a fraction of a second, you don't even have a chance to call out before you're standing awkwardly splay-legged, no more than a foot tall. Your clothes transformed with you, and you're horrified to look down at chubby hands and the front of a simple, red onesie romper with a bulging lower section. Your tiny, uncoordinated hands struggle with the snap buttons but you lose your balance, falling back on your cushioned rump - tears filling your eyes as a quiet hiss hints at the soddening of your diaper. The first of many. Before you can really get wailing, Gardevoir is there. She scoops you up, putting a little mental charm on you to numb the worst of your feelings. She places you next to her nipple, but when you resist latching on, she gives a knowing smile. Of course... she has to do something about your big boy sense of shame, too. You watch helplessly from the crook of her arm, cradled as she touches your nose with her free hand - and all the big thoughts go bye bye. Your mind is now as fun-sized as your body. On the way out she stocks up on training supplements that will help her lactate reliably and in greater amounts. Your kidnapping is overall a very quiet affair - she strolls out the front gate right past the guards while you obediently suck at her breasts. No one questions that she's your rightful caretaker. You must be going home to your nursery after being worn out - well, that's actually true. On the train ride to a quiet little town far away from cities and the league, after a nap in your new baby carrier, you manage to pull together your senses enough to try to beg Gardevoir - at least give you a diaper change. You've been sitting in that wet diaper since you transformed. She just smiles and leans down close, kissing your forehead. You sense her meaning by psychic communication - "You're going to have to get used to waiting for changes. These things are on mommy's schedule now. I think you need your first diaper rash, to help you learn that. But I think that diaper might be ready to change... if it was messy." She unbuckles you from your baby carrier and places you over her knee, gently bouncing you. It's the only adult stimulation you have left. You can see the countryside whiz by outside the window, but your eyes are glued to mommy and her breasts. "You have a choice, little one. Maybe the last choice you ever get. You can choose to poop yourself now, willingly, and I'll let you stay lucid through your first diaper change. Or, you can choose not to. I'll make your mind itty bitty again, and in a few hours you'll go naturally. Either way... talking isn't something I want you making a habit of." With that, she pops a pacifier in your mouth and seals it with her psychic power. As the train chugs down the rails, each bump bounces you on momma's knee. You know from here on, life will revolve around momma's approval - from your first diaper change in the morning to your evening nurse before cribtime. The only question that remains is how to handle your last choice.
I would call her mommy all day and night long!
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>>12221 Thanks for doubling down on what I posted. I had written a story akin to yours, but between fucking with the captcha and a computer restart, I lost what I had written. The pokemon universe in general is like, my number one canon for diaper stuff. It was the game series I played the most when I was first discovering that I was into ABDL, and I know the absolute most about it. The age of your player character is also pretty much perfect for mental/physical regression. Age ten to early teens, just starting to emerge as an independent person, and prematurely ending a gym challenge by being permanently taped into diapers is amazing. I have another fantasy about the pokemon world that's more about the trend the games are on. This is my horny fantasy, so I'll just do it in 1st person. It's the sorta-near future, and hyper-immersive, super realistic VR is now a widespread technology. I've used it a few times, but once I hear that a new Johto remake has been released on the platform, I'm hooked. I've heard that the new pokemon games are "so easy a baby could make their way through it," but I ignore those comments, I'm just looking for some relaxing nostalgia, that's all. Pokemon "Pretty Gold" isn't exactly the most mature name, compared to Heartgold, the game I fell in love with, but I don't think twice as I plug in and my vision turns black. I blink awake surrounded by crib bars. Bewildered, I sit up, and then push my body up into a standing position on the soft mattress, yet I'm still much shorter than the bars themselves. Initially I think that I've bought the wrong game, but everything around my room is Pokemon themed, from the toys right down to the Victreebell-themed diaper pail. My in-game mom ascends the stairs and gives me a little good morning, lifting me up out of the crib and immediately taking me to the changing table. My soaked, bulky nighttime diaper's changed, and my pyjamas are swapped out for a onesie, shortalls, and velcro sneakers. My mind is swimming. Of course I'm into diapers, but surely this isn't the average modern pokemon fan, and this isn't the average pokemon game experience nowadays, is it? That answer gets even harder when I'm carried downstairs, right where Lyra is waiting for us. She's unmistakably the same character from Heartgold, but she's bigger, more mature. She looks less like a rival or an equal companion, and more like a cross between a babysitter and a camp counselor. She takes me off of my mom's hand and drops me onto her lap. One arm cradles me, pushing me to lay across her thighs, while her other arm fiddles with her top, first with the straps of her overalls, and then with the buttons of her blouse underneath. Before I can react, a fat teat brushes my lips, and a newfound instinct to suckle sets in, forcing me to take my breakfast from the tap. This should have been the tutorial. Mom would give me my poketech, tell me all about important things to know, and then set me out on my way, alone, into the region to strike my own path. Mom and Lyra literally talk right over my head, the topic of conversation never once becoming my pokemon adventure, what starter pokemon I should get, or what I need to do to be successful. Instead, Mom tells Lyra that I'm a late bloomer. That I need to be only breastfed for meals, and I need to nurse at least five times a day, and I need to burp every time right after. She says that I can walk, but only with someone holding my hand, or something within reach to hold on to, and only when the ground below me is soft, so I don't get hurt. I'm not against it, but my cheeks burn red against Lyra's breast when Mom tells her that I need to be checked frequently, but that she should be in no hurry to change me, since I'm "happy with being a little stinker for a good while." What an interesting game indeed. I'm hefted up after I've drank my fill, and pressed against Lyra's bare shoulder, a spit-up cloth underneath my chin. When she pats my bottom a few good firm times, I avail myself of the cloth. It feels good to drool, and I giggle at the complete absurdity of my situation. At the front door, I crinkle and bounce on Lyra's hip as Mom says goodbye to us both, before helping me get strapped into a stroller. The world outside looks no different, at least in New Bark Town, but the routes are just paths, with tall grass several feet away from the main path itself. Every once and a while I see a wild pokemon poke its head out to stare at me quizzically, but every time it just dips back below, undistirbed by Lyra and I. We make it to Cherrygrove in no time at all, but it doesn't take long for me to feel the pressure building within me. Breastmilk is heavy, and my digestive track is short, much shorter than before. Lyra makes a beeline to the pokemon center, pushing my stroller right up to the front desk. The Nurse Joy, bustier than she is in earlier titles, peers over the desk to grin down at me. Lyra mentions something to the Nurse Joy, but I only pick up "dropping him off." At first I get a little nervous. I'm going to be left here? The lobby of the pokemon center isn't exactly bustling, but I know Lyra now, and NPCs are milling about in the building. Lifting me out of the stroller, Lyra walks up the stairs to the second floor, leaving the stroller behind. The second floor of the pokemon center was once a place where trainers to trade or battle pokemon, but since no players were really pokemon trainers anymore, it has been completely replaced with a large nursery room. The Nurse Joy that sts in this room, reading in an armchair, is even more stacked than the Nurse Joy downstairs. Lyra hands me off to her and departs. A room like this is in every pokemon center, and every Nurse Joy inside is the same. Lyra drops me off here to do trainer stuff, maybe even overnight. We never spend a night outdoors, and a town or a pokemon center is never any more than a ten minute walk away. Johto was always the easiest region, but now I'm literally a short stroller-ride away from a tummy full of milk, a fresh diaper, a warm crib, and my deepest fantasy. The real game, if you will. Actual children, toddlers, and babies are probably having fun travelling the safe, even more neutered region of Johto with their cool babysitter Lyra, I'm having a blast getting burped, changed, and passed from bombshell to bombshell. Maybe that's the point of the game? Kids, real little kids, are supposed to love the content with Lyra, learning about pokemon, practicing a little independence, and growing up a bit on the way. I'm not an expert, but I think that the actual target audience is supposed to find getting dropped off for a while at the pokemon centers as being stifling. They're meant to develop a craving for adventure, a real curiosity! I can't judge intent behind design one-hundred percent, but I've found pretty quickly that, if you force it, the game will meet you where you are. The actual "gameplay" that I as a player experience is simple puzzles, mostly to match things, find the difference. There's no point in hiding the roadblocks, since the game is meant for ages 0-4, so they're just right up in your face. I find them boring, though, so after Eterna City, I just refuse to participate, staring blankly at what was in front of me. After just a few seconds, Lyra bypasses the puzzle, and the next ones are much more simple. Nowadays, 'solving' a puzzle means little more than gurgling and pointing at one of the things in front of me, and no matter what, the answer is 'right'. This goes for everything, by the way. One day in the pokemon center, I decided to blow a spit bubble behind my pacifier, letting it leak out of my mouth and down the front of my chin. It was pretty fun, so I decided to keep doing it, and, within the hour, I was dribbling out of the corners of my mouth at all times, and I still haven't figured out how to stop. Not that I want to.
>>11964 >hex maniac she's gonna make you suck her tits and there's nothing you can do about it
>>12221 I can't believe it has been nearly 2 weeks. I meant to reply to this and say I liked the story, but I was intending to write another reply with this slightly altered prompt in mind. I still will, but clearly it has not been forthcoming. Maybe in a few more days.
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