Abdl Diaper Mommy Novels & Stories

Shelly placed Audrey on the bed and went to get warm water, tissues, and diapers. Hayden stood by the bed, guarding their daughter, afraid she might roll off. After Shelly brought the water, she glanced at Hayden and said, "It'll be very stinky. Why don't you step outside for a moment?" "I've smelled Aiden's poop before," Hayden said. "Oh... then hold onto her legs," Shelly opened the diaper, and a pungent smell filled the room. Shelly quickly cleaned Audrey's bottom and put on a fresh diaper. Hayden silently bent down, picked up the trash bag, and prepared to throw it away.

Abigail replied weakly, hoping that Diane would see that she did not want to have this conversation again. "Still thinking?" Diane exclaimed. "Girl, if you keep that baby, you're indirectly kissing your modelling career goodbye!" "Well I can still run ads for a diaper company," Abigail said, peeking up from beneath her arm with a small smile playing on her lips. Diane frowned deeply. "This is not a joke, Aby! I can't stand the image of you with a swollen stomach or a little child running around my apartment!" "Don't worry, we'll move out." "Abigail!" Diane said and her phone beeped.

Anya picked up Caleb from his crib and sniffed his diaper. Never in her life she imagined she'd be sniffing someone's butt like a dog, but here she was. Good thing Caleb was only a few months old and his poop didn't reach the solid state yet. She put him down immediately. The diaper was full, alright. "Connor! Get over here!" she called and thanked her lucky stars that he was home. "What is it, sweetheart? Is there something wrong?" Connor asked.

I picked a container and looked confused. "That’s for humans; some of them have three children and don’t want any more," Betty explained. "It's herbal and works maybe 80%. Our doctor’s formula has worked fine so far and has no side effects. Here, take the band aids. The baby's cloth diapers." We were now moving upstairs, where all the clothing was. I picked a few outfits, undergarments, and shoes. "Nolan!" I shouted, looking around. Then I felt the heat in my stomach. A few seconds later, he hugged me from behind, his lips kissing my neck. I closed my eyes.

She pleaded with him and he nodded. “I think Hibatullah need to some food as well.” He said taking a peep at his daughter diaper and watched Aziza stretched out her hands. Even though Hibah is old enough not to use diaper any longer, she always use the diaper for her every night. “I will do that…” She said. “Do what? Just stay where you are.” He said to her. He dropped his daughter on the bed and made her sit comfortably on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt.

“But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?” The words didn’t come out very convincingly, but there was just enough determination to keep going. After a few clumsy attempts—wipes out of order, diaper on backwards, and a near disaster with the cream—I finally managed to change him. Clean diaper, dry body, and he now looked content. His eyes were beginning to get heavy again, eyelids slowly drooping as he let out soft sighs, pressing his little face against my chest.

"You can call me mom or Abbigail." Jordan laughs through her sobs and hugs Abbigail. "I'll call you mom so often you won't want to hear it when the baby gets here," she says in laughing sobs. "This is the best early birthday gift ever," I choke with a smile. "Mine too," Jordan chokes with a smile. "My birthday is tomorrow." "Mine too," I say with a smile. "Come on, let's go home." "I'll call our family," Abbigail says with a smile as we walk out to the car.

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

"Hey, those tiny creatures are fragile. I watched a video where a guy swaddled his baby like a burrito, and now the kid won't stop screaming in Spanish." She nearly chokes on her laughter, clutching her stomach. "You're ridiculous!" "I'm committed," I correct, stealing the spoon back and gently blowing on the next bite like an overachieving nanny. "Open up, mama bear." She narrows her eyes. "Keep this up and I'll actually make you wear a diaper bag across your chest in public." I grin. "Joke's on you. I already bought one. It's leather. Alpha-style." "Goddess help this baby," she mutters, taking the bite anyway. "Stuck with two chaotic parents."

I hurried the cashier to do her job and we left the store to the car to leave the dress -Emmm, did we find you okay? - Rebecca uncertainly asks - Yes, just tired - I tell him - do you want to keep watching? "No, I was at Bauti for too long and I don't think his father changed his diaper," he says, getting into the car. "It's incredible how that man doesn't even touch a diaper." - Your son must do both very cute - I speak sarcastically and then laugh "Believe me, being a mother exhausts me," she says.