Caught In A Diaper Novels & Stories

Her own eyes followed to see that at some point, she had gripped his hand, and the fact that it looked red… she knew that she had a tight hold on him. "I'm sorry," she muttered, pulling her hand away, but he kept a hold of it and pulled her close. She let out a shaky breath as the nurse showed her the diapers and supplies. "Love, just nice and easy," Benjamin encouraged. She closed her eyes and his hand trailed down her arm. His other hand held her close by the hip. "You'll be fine, love, it's just like changing any other diaper," he said. She nodded at his words and set about the task. Jack was so small. It made her afraid that she was going to hurt him. As she changed the diaper, she could

I open the diaper that has sticky brown poop in it and dip my fingers in, earning a shout from Genevieve, "What the hell are you-" But it's too late, I've already put the soiled fingers in my mouth, making both of them hysterically running towards me, "Alya!" The horror is obvious on his face as he takes my hand and stops me from eating further while Geneveive hastily removes the diaper, throwing it into the dustbin. "What were you thinking?!" Instead of being shocked with his stern tone, I abruptly put a soiled finger into his mouth before he can push it away. "April's Fool!" I shout at him with a grin as I turn to Genevieve who is still stunned with what I just did, "It's chocolate, guys!

Anya picked up Caleb from his crib and sniffed his diaper. Never in her life she imagined she'd be sniffing someone's butt like a dog, but here she was. Good thing Caleb was only a few months old and his poop didn't reach the solid state yet. She put him down immediately. The diaper was full, alright. "Connor! Get over here!" she called and thanked her lucky stars that he was home. "What is it, sweetheart? Is there something wrong?" Connor asked.

Alec’s POV I sat in a chair watching her as she slept, she had been asleep for fourteen hours now and I had barely left her side, I had called the doctor the moment I returned home with her, she had a very high fever since she had been exposed to the rain for so long, she had been shaking so badly but the doctor had assured me that she will be fine. The sounds of gentle footsteps disturbed me from my thoughts, I did not have to look that Alana had entered the room, I felt her presence as strongly as I felt my own, I kept my eyes on Brianne’s sleeping form.

Just as I reached to check him, I caught a whiff of something unpleasant. “Oh no,” I muttered, glancing down at his crib. His little face scrunched up in discomfort as I realized what had happened. “How did I miss that?” I scolded myself, knowing I’d been so focused on keeping the peace that I hadn’t noticed his diaper was overly full. “Hey, little man,” I said, gently lifting him up. “Looks like we need a change.” I quickly laid him on the changing table, my heart racing a little at the thought of how messy this was about to get.

Glancing in the mirror, I saw Justin adjusting a towel around his torso and I found myself smiling when our eyes met. Focusing on Crystal as she sucked her pacifier, I carefully removed her diaper. Groaning slightly, I held up the diaper and Justin, standing beside me at the sink, recoiled. "You knew I was using the bath...What the fuck?! Get that thing out of my bathroom! Goddammit!" Justin groaned, covering his nose. I laughed. "Are you afraid of diapers?" I teased, waving it in front of him. He glared at me, stepping backward. "Yeah, the ones that have baby shit...and how can you even breathe while holding that goddamn thing?"

"What is it? Hungry? Wet? Existential dread?" I checked the diaper. Blue line. Wet. "Diaper it is." I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down. I unbuttoned the Daddy's Girl onesie. "Sorry about the draft," I apologized as I removed the diaper. She kicked. She screamed. She flailed her limbs like a tiny, angry starfish. "Hold still," I pleaded, trying to wipe her while holding her ankles with one hand. It was like wrestling an octopus. "How are you this strong? You eat milk."

It moved me so much, I even moved back into my chambers that night! I cautiously and nervously gave Bahari a bath that night with Kris and Jo Jo while Hunnie fed Hubi. When it came time to dress him, I had to bathe the poor kid again, because he pissed all over his self and me. Why is it when I lift his legs to put on the cloth diaper, he shit's out of his tiny bum like a fire hose! Never have I ever had to clean ANYONE'S feces off of me!

But he prefers to sit down because he likes to play with the water. After that, we covered Uno's body with white towel then we proceeded to our room. All things needed are prepared already such as new set of clothes, diaper, manzanilla and the petroleum jelly for the baby. "Would you like to put on his diaper?" I asked him. "I still don't know how," he replied shyly. "Let me," I said and smiled at him. I still can't get over with him changing Uno's diaper. His facial expression was indescribable. Plus, he didn't know how to put the diaper on because Uno is too much of movement.

He grabs a pull-up instead of a diaper. “You can wear this so you can go to the bathroom on your own, but at night you have to wear a diaper,” he says. “Okay,” I say in agreement. I lay and let him finish pampering me. He pulls me up. I start to jump down off the table. He swats my leg. “No, You could get hurt. Do not do that,” he says. “Sorry,” I say. He picks me up off the table and carries me downstairs. “Are you hungry?” he asks.