Adult Diaper Novels & Stories

On my other side, Cathy was flipping through a parenting magazine, occasionally making alarmed noises. "Did you know babies can go through up to 12 diapers a day?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That's like, what, 4,380 diapers a year? You guys are going to need a diaper room, not just a changing table." Taylor, who had been quietly working on his tablet, looked up with a frown. "Actually, it would be 4,380 diapers in 365 days, assuming the maximum of 12 diapers per day. However, the average is closer to 8 diapers a day for newborns, decreasing as they get older. So a more accurate estimate for the first year would be—"

“I’ve seen it all!” My hand rested on my belly as the babies started kicking. Slowly, rubbing up and down, it felt so natural, so peaceful. “Okay. The next game will take a little bit so its is the last game.” Jo walked over to the corner and came out with a large tray. Six diapers were opened with what looked like different colored poop on them. “On these diapers is traditional baby food. The object is simple. Guess the food.” Setting it down on the counter, she picked up notepads. “Here is some paper. Write 1-8 down and start guessing!”

A text came in about a half-hour later. Deacon: Okay. I’m in the diaper aisle. There are a lot of choices. I smiled as I typed. Bless his heart. The idea of my hot neighbor standing clueless in the diaper aisle was as adorable as it was funny. Some unsuspecting mama was going to have a heart attack when she went looking for diaper pail bags and found him instead. Carys: Anything in size 2 will be great. Deacon: Huggies or Luvs?

"Very possible. I'm annoyed at existing too, and I haven't slept in three days either." That got a tired laugh out of her, and Aria, as if personally offended by our confusion, screamed louder. "Diaper," Cat decided. "Check the diaper." I checked the diaper. It was, in fact, the diaper. Changing a newborn while she screamed bloody murder should not have been more difficult than disarming an explosive, and yet here I was, fumbling with tiny snaps and a wipe that seemed engineered by sadists. "You're doing the swaddle wrong," Cat said, watching over my shoulder.

Adrian accepted everything without hesitation. “If you are traveling you will want extras,” she said. He nodded. She added more. Diapers appeared in large packages stacked two and then three deep. Wipes followed in sealed plastic containers. Bottles, brushes, sterilizing tablets, and containers for storage went into the growing pile. Baby wash and gentle lotions were added together with stacks of soft cloths and burp towels. At some point Adrian realized the counter was nearly full. “Is this enough?” he asked. She studied the pile and then looked back at him.

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

Baby war whoops are highly on-brand. "Vandaulf, she isn't even born yet." "And yet she already commands my wallet." Back at home, they were greeted in the front hall by Brenna, bearing a diaper caddy with divisions marked: "Emergency Snacks," "Butt Balm," and "For Daddy's Tears." "You purchased a diaper organizer?" Lily laughed, hugging her. "I did it," Brenna said, beaming. "You never know when a breakdown—or a blowout—will hit."

“That reminds me, should we let her wear a diaper while she sleeps?” “I was thinking about it but the whole purpose of this method is for her to be diaperless for three days. I think if we let her wear one when she goes to sleep, she won't get used to not having one on at night either.” “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” “Yep.” “Waterproof mattress.” They both said at the same time. “Add a little step ladder too. It'll make it easier for her to get on and off. At least until she's big enough to do that without it. Actually, make it two so there's also one at the sink.”

Chelsey watched as Lucas grabbed a handful of wet wipes before he wiped the baby's bottom clean. It never occurred to him that a butt that was smaller than his hand could get so dirty. The baby's hands were small, and his legs thin. He curled up in the crib. Lucas lifted the baby's bottom with one hand and placed a diaper underneath him before skilfully wrapping it up. Diapers of the smallest size were large enough for the baby because he was born prematurely. The baby's clothes were also stained with waste, so Lucas had to change his clothes for him.

"Let Uno play with it so he won't be too boisterous as you say while changing the diaper." "We should change his diaper, love." "To what?" "Pants. You know that?" "Uhh, no?" "It's still a diaper but it's a pants. It would be easy to put it on Uno. It will look like he is just changing a short shorts. "Have you tried that before?" "Not yet but it's April's diaper." "Ah," I nodded. "It can be. Uno can be so annoying sometimes you know." "How much more if he will learn how to walk?" He chuckled, both of his hands on his side. He was catching his breath.