Why you should Call Phone A Mommy & How!
March 1, 2025
He should have known better than to test her.
Mommy Mimi had always been a midget, but that meant nothing when it came to who was in charge in the house. She didn’t need to be physically imposing. She didn’t need to be loud. Because when she decided something, it happened. And right now, she had decided something very important, he belonged to her. “Sit.” The command wasn’t loud from mommy mimi, wasn’t sharp. But it carried weight even through her midget shortness.
He hesitated for only a second, and that was his first mistake being in her presence. Before he could blink, she had already grabbed his chin, tilting his face down, her nails lightly grazing his jawline. Her grip wasn’t rough, no, it was worse than that. It was gentle. Soft. But still firm enough to hold. The kind of touch that made it clear he wasn’t getting away, no matter how much he might squirm and complain. “Did I stutter, my little diaper wearing small cocked dress slut.” Her voice was silky smooth, but there was something firm behind it. “I said sit.” His legs folded beneath him before he even realized what he was doing. She smiled something gentle and fierce, and he shuddered.
Mommy Mimi didn’t like to rush things with her abdl’s. She savored the slow transformation, letting it unravel one delicious step at a time till they were nothing but hand crawling, diaper wearing and helpless to her short ended whims. It started with little things, the way she touched him, the way she adjusted his posture without asking. “Straighten up,” she’d hum, running her hand down his spine, her nails trailing just a little too slow, a little too purposeful and teasing to be called an accident. “Lower your eyes when you speak to me.” when he’d do it she’d praise him with a tone that hinted towards teasing “That’s a good boy. see? You’re already learning. What a fast learner you are.” And each time he obeyed, he could feel it happening. He should have hated it. He should have fought against it. But deep down, they both knew the truth.
He loved every second of her treating him like this.
Mimi didn’t need harsh words a lot of the time to put him in his place, even though in some cases she would use them to tell him how it was and to let him know his place. But all it took was a glance from mommy mimi. A shift of her small weight as she crossed her legs. A slow sip of tea while she waited for him to correct himself without her telling him. A tilt of her head that said, Really? It was humiliating. It was intoxicating. It was exactly what he needed. And she knew it. That was the worst part. She could see it all over his face, that delicious, conflicted tension, the way his body obeyed before his mind could even catch up with him. He wanted to fight. He really did. But he never stood a chance against her with how helpless she turned him out to become.
Midget mommy mimi could have taken control all at once, it would have really shown him how much of a little bitch he was under her hand, she could have grabbed him, claimed him, forced him into submission. But that wasn’t Mommy Mimi’s way. She preferred to let him crumble on his own and watch the aftermath into helplessness. To let him feel it creeping in, that slow, inevitable surrender into colorful onesies and coos of affectionate teasing humiliation. And when he was finally ready, when he was kneeling at her feet, when his body was still trembling from the weight of it all crashing down on him, when his eyes were glassy, pleading to be held by mommy, that’s when she’d lean in, her breath warm against his ear. “Good boy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with motherly satisfaction. “Now, let’s get you where you belong. My little bitch boy”
And with that, he was hers.
