Adult Diaper Novels & Stories

Also, letting my tears be washed away. The towel is big enough to cover my body; obviously, they are his size. I almost tiptoe out of the bathroom but thinking about it, he already knows I am here. He brought me here. I make a ball out of my dirty clothes and push it to the bottom of my bag. Long cotton pants and a shirt will have to do. He didn't pack anything but sleepwear and leggings. Like these types of clothing would impede me from stepping outside, he still had things to learn.

He carried me up to a big room with a giant bed on it, this must be their room, Kennedy, I mean mommy got in next after us. “We’re working on your room little one but for now you’ll stay with us” she says and began to undress me, I blushed like crazy at being naked in front of two strangers. Mommy looked at my bum and princess part then turned to daddy, they shared a look before they went and got some kind of cream, mommy spread a generous amount of cream on my sensitive skin before taping a thick diaper around my waist making me blush again. I’ve never worn a diaper before, for clothing choices she got me a onesie and some high knee socks and that’s it.

Aria The next morning I wake up to the gentle cries of the baby. I sit up, looking over at him. I must have dozed off. He lays inside a clothes basket padded with blankets and stares up at me. He is swaddled in an old t-shirt of mine that is soft from years of use, because I had nothing for him to wear. One of Maddy's old shirt is tucked around his bottom as a make shift diaper. He has gone through three shirt diapers and two blankets in the barely two hours I have been home with him.

She checked the diaper and said, “Indeed, it’s soiled. Clive, get a fresh diaper. “This child loves being clean. He cries as soon as he soils his diaper and insists on being cleaned with warm water before he can sleep comfortably.” Both Alice and Clive were new to the trials of parenthood, but Alice seemed to be more experienced. Seeing that their son had a bowel movement, Clive fetched a new diaper and hurriedly prepared a basin of warm water. After wetting a towel and wringing it dry, he said in a gentle tone, “Let me help clean him. You don’t need to do anything.”

Even a pair of clothes in case she ended up spoiling the dress she was wearing. "I have packed your favorite chocolates and cookies, and here, I have also packed your favorite orange juice. Just like you have chosen, I have also packed the dresses which you asked for." "What is that?", She asked, pointing her finger. "This is a diaper, in case… "I don't pee in my pant.", She said, making cute faces. "I'm a big girl now. So, please take it out. It's so embarrassing." "But Scar…" "No. I'm not taking that thing with me.", She again cut mom in between. Mom sighed and took out the pamper from the bag.

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