Caught In A Diaper Novels & Stories

she squealed, kicking her chubby legs and trying to roll away. “Baby, you’re stinky. Come on, just two seconds.” I wrestled the dirty diaper off while she giggled and twisted, smearing a bit on my arm. By the time I got the wipes out, she was full-on running around the bathroom naked, laughing like this was the best game ever. I chased her on my knees, finally cornering her behind the toilet. “Got you!” I laughed, lifting her back onto the mat. She pouted but let me finish, only because I bribed her with the strawberry-scented lotion she loved.

“Good morning, My Queen. I'm sorry if his cries woke you up. I've been trying but he just won't stop.” She smiled. “Can I hold him? I think I know what's wrong.” At this point, I'll accept any help I can get. I placed him in her arms and she lifted his shorts up. “Yeah, just as I'd thought. He needs a diaper change. This is very full.” Gosh, I feel so stupid. How could I have forgotten to check his diaper all this while? I should have change it since last night. He's been wearing one since yesterday.

He seemed a little surly and Quinn lifted her legs onto the couch, bending them up in front of her subconsciously in defense mode, flinching at the brusque action. Reese’s head snapped up, his eyes looking sideways at her then slid up to Bulletproof. “Change your attitude.” He snapped as he took the bag from the guy. Everyone in the room looked up as Bulletproof’s jaw clenched tight for a second. He dropped his gaze to the floor and bowed his head in deference. “Sorry, Mr O’Shea…I’m just not used to doing this sort of thing.” “Baby sitting, you mean?” Reese snarled. “Fuck off then.”

She said handing me a tablet: The tablet showed gps location over three hours away from our current location at another hospital entirely. "Go get our child then!" I yelled at the tech with the tablet. "Ma'am, we can't just go get her. We are going to have to first confirm that the child is in fact your child." "So do what you have to do, I want my children." I said with tears rolling down my face. The tech got on her phone and proceeded to leave the room. We sat in the room for over two hours with no update as to whether our children were ok or not. When the tech finally came back in she had a vey sad look on her face. "Ma'am, it appears that the child that was in your child's NICU unit was

The pipe broke and I wondered if my day could get any worse, I watched, exasperated, as water pooled around me and I was too damn broke to even call a plumber, luckily the water stopped rushing out and I sighed, jeez! My life is was so fucked up. My living room wasn’t any better, I was a neat person but I lost it last night. I stared at the scattered living room that looked as if an army had passed the night here. A bark rang out and I turned to see my little puppy running and barking as his vocals could allow.

She walks into the shower room only to get annoyed once more when she realized her hands are still on-chain preventing her to do things that should've been done with two f*cking hands! Rushing out of the shower room, she walked around there. How could she get off her clothes when her hands are tied closely with a chain?! How could she shower herself and how could she clean her body? And she doesn't even know how to call Greg or where the heck he is right now to freakin' ask him to remove her chain first. D*mn him to infinity! Upon walking and looking at everything, she found a surveillance camera on one side of the ceiling. She was a bit surprised. So, for how long did the camera have been h

And Jason can suck my dick for all I care. I stop by the girls’ bathroom, taking a quick look in the mirror. I tried to style my chocolate brown hair nicely this morning, but the waves are now poofy in reminiscent eighties style. I redo my hair into a bun, applying chapstick and wiping away smudges from my mascara. There’s a piercing scream. “No, no, I’m sorry!” My feet rush me into the hallway, and I’m met with a confusing scene. The girl from the morning is on the ground, covered in trash. One guy finishes dumping the trash-can over her, and I watch, horrified, and some nameless black sludge drips onto her head.

After a long time of torturing me, she gets me out of the tub, rolling me in a fluffy towel, she took me out toward the outside room, this time she sat me down on a giant bed. "Get me the diapers," she says, while I still cry, the guy ran down and her what she asked for, he got several diapers, the woman started trying the new diapers, lifting my bum up using my ankles to lift me up. "Damn kitty, you are tiny" she says is that a bad thing, I didn't know if she's mad at me now, she finally found one that fit me. She dressed me in similar clothing as before, the baggy shirt that covers my whole body making me warm, she picked me into her arms hugging me.

I saw his finger move, just like it’s done from time to time, even one time, he’d opened his eyes, but thankfully, I was the one who changed him that night. Sitting beside him, I looked at him pitifully and just went ahead to stretch out and pick a new diaper from the drawers near his bed and I proceeded to change him, he’d already soiled the one on him with pee, but I couldn’t complain even though I was so disgusted.

I said to them. "Just a moment, we are near the delivery room," Mom said while still supporting me, even though I was already in the wheelchair. A few moments later, I was immediately taken inside. Before I could even fully enter, I couldn't hold it back anymore, so I let out a gasp. Luckily, a nurse was alert and caught it, and thankfully, Mommy had already removed my underwear while we were still in the car. "You crazy kid, thank goodness the nurse caught it, or it might have ended up on the floor, our grandchild," Mommy said to me.