Bed Wetting Diaper Story Novels & Stories

“Fifty says he looks for the nearest help to change those diapers for him.” “That’s a losing bet and you know it,” Nico said deadpan, to which the other man gave him a playful punch on his shoulder. “What was that about?” Carlo asked after a while, and at the blank stare his question elicited he specified. “‘You bed-wetted until you were ten.’” “Oh. He’s probably just mad I refused to stay over, which reminds me,” Nico whirled on his brother. “He said you agreed to stay over.” His brother offered a sheepish smile, dimples flashing as he shrugged helplessly.

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

He half-dragged, half-carried me to their large bed. He shoved me down onto the bed, face first, the mattress was soft and comfortable under me. “Ass up, princess,” he commanded. I obeyed immediately. Melvin climbs the bed, peeling off his sweatpants. I gasped at the size of his length, still surprised at how big it was, even though I had seen it before. I stood on my fours. On my hands and knees. My knees barely at the edge of the bed, shooting out my ass to Kelvin. Melvin roughly peels my half cut off me, bringing it above my head.

As expected, he had just pooped. She rolled up the used diaper and placed it on the floor before carrying him to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, she wiped him clean and put him back on the bed. Then, she returned to the bathroom to wash the towel and hung it back in its original position. However, she was shocked to see a large wet spot on the bed when she came out. He just pooped, and now he wet the bed. Josephine sighed. She couldn't stay here any longer. She approached, wrapped Goober in the blanket, and prepared to escape.

"Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle of the night every single day, but she does. She has your stubborn spirit. But yes, there's poop involved. Quite a lot of it, in fact, and I'm going to be late for work if I deal with it myself." Marcus groans again, already heading up the stairs.