Bluey Diaper Poop Novels & Stories

“Oh, he’s been making some strange noises over there, I think he has a present for you. Ben twisted his face up, not too happy about finding the surprise she was talking about. “Your Mommy thinks she’s funny, making Daddy change your poopie diapers, doesn’t she, Son?” He asked the baby, while opening the diaper to the liquid disaster that had found its way into all his chubby folds. “Oh, Son! How could formula smell so bad after it’s processed?” Brayden asked, gagging as he changed the diaper and cleaned his little bottom. Benny took the opportunity to pee on his father’s shirt while he was cleaning him. “Really, Ben? Why do you do Daddy like this every time?” Brayden complained.

“What do you use to clean a baby’s bottom when they’ve pooped? Wipes, right?” “You've been on about poop for ages! Poppy didn’t poop! She just got her period, you idiot!” I snapped, my voice rising. This guy was impossible. Instead of taking me seriously, he laughed even harder. “It’s pretty much the same! How’s Poppy going to clean up the blood without wipes or tissues? Come on, use your brain! Do you want to swap places? I could take care of Poppy better; I know more about this stuff. She probably wouldn’t even notice I’m not you, since we look so alike.”

"You'd better be quick, one of her legs has turned a strange mustard colour. "Bloody hell what has your mother been feeding you? "Same as she has been feeding this one, Google says breastfed babies have mustard pooh." "Great." Nick sighed, "Oh my God, this has gone right down to her toes. I thought these were supposed to be anti-leak nappies?" Nick grabbed a handful of baby wipes. Gabriel put Arlo into his Moses basket and went to help Nick. "I think that's another bath time for this little miss."

I let out one last sigh and then closed my eyes to rest blissfully. *** “All she needs is a new diaper. Stop overreacting, Bryan.” A few weeks into caring for my baby girl, I’ve noticed how active she is. Today, she had played around, laughed and eaten so much that she made a mess of herself all the while I was taking care of Bryan while I made dinner. Bryan was overreacting because of the smell of her poop. He kept screaming my name to do something like it was worse than that. It felt like I was raising two children.

Only then did Sebastian see that both of Sabrina's hands were covered with the baby's yellowish poop. Aino instantly laughed. "Gosh, mom, look at your hands." Sabrina shot a sidelong glance at her daughter in annoyance. "You laugh, but you're just the same as when you were a baby. You are a lot and pooped a lot. You would poop a few times in a day and it's just as yellow as this." Aino immediately held back her laughter. "Mom, is my brother's poop stinky?"

“I feel like I am about to poop. Please, just wait in the living room because it will really be embarrassing for me.” “I will wait for you here outside of this door,” Blue pushed, as he always does. “And more importantly, what is so embarrassing with poop? It is not a crime, come on. You should not be ashamed of it because all of us are also doing that same thing.” I facepalmed. It is really hard to debate with someone who is so smart like him. He will always find a way to turn the tables around in a way that will benefit him the most.

JoJo smiles. Sitting on the couch next to me, JoJo sets down the tray on the table in front of us. All three boys toddle/run over to us and wait patiently for JoJo to pass out their snacks. A blue sippy cup and no spill bowl for Brison. Red for Calix. Green for Demetrios. “And what did Mommy make for snacks?” I ask, rubbing her back. “Grapes, cheese, and cheerios,” she says smiling back at me. Then, turning back to the boys, she asks, “Do you boys want to watch Bluey or Sesame Street?”

Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion. "I'll go," I say, rising to my feet. "If I don't get away from this computer for a little bit, I just may launch it across the room." "Thank you. He poops so much, my nose can no longer tell the difference between the smell of poop and baby wipes." "He got his constitution from his daddy!" I pat my belly and give her a big ornery grin. "Yes, he does. Also, I can't believe you just said that, weirdo. His diapers should be in the diaper holder next to the bed. If it's empty, check under his crib."

I say and I grab Baelor first. I take him to the changing table and lay him down, I take of his onesie first and put it in the laundry basket and next I use a wet cloth to wipe down his tummy so he can pee if he wants to, I give him a few minutes and then I take off his diaper and throw it in the diaper genie, I wipe him off with wipes and throw that in the genie too, I put on some fresh clean diapers and a new set of onesies and since it evening and it's starting to get cold I opt for the one that covers his feet.

It was like they were having a problem in their business. "Fuxking help me. How do I wear this?" Jacob keeps trying and we the girls keep laughing at them. "Hahhahaha..... I can't believe the billionaire boys were wearing a diaper. " Fiona declared, putting her hand on her mouth trying to control but she can't stop laughing. Blaine wore the diaper and started running where the bottles are. He started sipping the milk bottle with coke in it just as Jacob ran to their place where the bottles are too. He started sucking the bottle faster than Blaine.