Adult Diaper Novels & Stories

It was overwhelming. We started with the essentials: Wipes that claimed to be baby-safe, biodegradable, and bactericidal. Sippy cups and bamboo fiber snack containers. Three different brands of diaper bags. Diapers (in case Claire wasn’t potty trained yet). A pack of fruit-flavored multivitamins. Then we got to the toys and entertainment section. Everything there looked cute and colorful. It was almost overwhelming. I had to stop Gwen from buying things that Claire definitely did not need. Like a seven-foot-tall stuffed unicorn that lit up and sang lullabies.

They didn't understand when we told them that it probably wasn't a good idea to take Noelle for a ride in the wagon just yet. It was that afternoon that I had my next lesson in fatherhood...changing the diaper. This is a process that while second nature to female of the species, is a definite test of the male's dexterity and commitment to their offspring. I learned early on that it is a good idea to have a fresh roll of duct tape close at hand to insure a successful completion of this exercise.

He folded, tucked, and secured the diaper so perfectly it looked like it had been ironed. "Done," Alexander announced, stepping back. "Done!" Christian shouted a second later. Damien walked over to inspect. "Christian... solid. Functional. A bit tight, the kid might lose circulation in the left leg, but secure." He moved to Alexander. "Symmetrical," Damien noted. "Aerodynamic. And... did you double knot the tabs?" "It prevents leakage," Alexander said seriously. "Winner!" Damien declared. "Alexander Grayson, Diaper King." I laughed so hard I snorted. Alexander walked back to me, looking inordinately pleased with himself as he retrieved his jacket.

She scrunch her nose, almost gagging, and not wanting to talk over the putrid smell of baby poop and to him. Mason forcefully took matters into his hands by clasping the arm that held the diaper before it loosened out of the pincers that barely held it. "Let me do it," he carefully folded the wasted diaper with a straight face, like the air around them was indifferent. Like it didn't smell of decayed meat or worse, "do you have wipes with you?" Louisa searched in the diaper bag and gave him the baby's wipes. "I used to do this to Louis most of the time. Any Vaseline or diaper cream?"

The frown in between her brows was gone and he was smiling like he just won a lottery. I quickly finished cleaning his baby butt and put the new, clean diaper on after smearing some diaper rash cream around his crotch. Sometimes when I would be at home the whole day, I did not put a diaper on him but used one of those baby panties so he would not get rash from the friction with the plastic at the edge of the diaper. The baby’s skin proved to be quite sensitive and delicate which was why I tried my best to handle it with extra care.

"Gerber. Earth’s Best. Just read the ingredients. Nothing weird, Or you can mash avocado, mix it with a bit of breast milk. Soft sweet potato. Banana. If she gags, try again tomorrow. Don’t force it." "Got it," Rachel replied, typing quickly. "Also, she threw her pacifier in the toilet." "She does that. There are extras in the side pouch of the diaper bag." "You’re a genius and I love you. Go back to your sexy billionaire husband." I laughed. "We’re going shopping, we need to get Kid stuff and some other stuffs." "Wow, Wild vacation, what about my own stuff??? "You have no idea, don't worry, we will get you all you want."

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”

“I can't afford any of this and what little money I have is back at the pack house. At least, I am assuming that my belongings are still there.” “I told you that your stuff is still there. As for paying, don't worry about it. I repeat, what size diaper does Gemma wear?” When she still just stands there gawking at him, he moves over to the baby. He shifts her clothing around until he can see the diaper underneath. “Size two. Alright.” Liam walks over to grab a large box of size two diapers. He places it on the rack at the bottom of the cart, then he guickly moves towards the infant clothing section. Greer has a hard time keeping up with him even though he is watching his steps to walk at a sl

"I calculated. Ten diapers a day per kid. 200 packs isn't much. Marion's the real nut, buying these skirts, Barbies, and the like. And he got 600 packs of diapers, emptying the store." Debra side-eyed Marion. "Why did you buy all these?" "It'll come in handy," he replied. "That will be in nine months," she said. "What's the point now?"

Danica teased. “Hey! I’m not that small anymore. I’ve actually gained weight,” Aubrey joked, pinching her friend's arm. The two spent the next hour wandering through the aisles. Danica was on a mission, inspecting every cloth diaper and educational newborn toy. “This one is perfect for the Silverstone heir,” Danica said, holding up a white onesie with the words 'Tiny but Mighty' printed on the front. Aubrey smiled softly. “It’s adorable. But it’s so hard to choose, isn’t it? So many colors, so many types. Half of this stuff, I don't even know what it’s for.”