Caught In Diapers Novels & Stories

Emily was in class, everything was normal until she felt the urge to pee, she didn't want to go, she isn't allowed to use the bathroom anymore, she has to use her diaper or call for her mama. She didn't want to feel little in that particular moment, she decided to hold it in, but holding it in turned out to be really hard, her stomach started to hurt, she ignored the pain, but the pain only got worse.

Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."

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?"

Beth Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I’ve never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he’s further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. “It’s never too early to teach shooting straight.”

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.”

But then he grabbed the new diaper and—yep, there it was—started unfolding it the wrong way again. The tabs were facing down, ready to end up on Elias’s stomach. “Orrin!” I exclaimed, laughing so hard I had to brace myself on the table. “You’re doing it again! The tabs go in the back, babe. How are you gonna fasten it like that?” Mary was doubled over now, her laughter echoing through the house. “Oh, Lord, this is too good. Ma'am, you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Orrin’s face was bright red, but he was laughing too, that deep, rumbling sound that made my heart flutter.

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.

I was a goner. Convincing them took less than five minutes. Matteo whined. Luca raised an eyebrow. But in the end, they saw it too. The little boy that would become ours. And now— “Why does it smell like the apocalypse in here?” Matteo gagged dramatically as he stepped into the nursery, nose scrunched and a stuffed unicorn clutched like it was a weapon. “Because your son,” I said pointedly, “just gifted us a level-five diaper emergency.”

"How could you...pick up the child like that? You have to hold both of his legs to pick him up." Sebastian immediately panicked. "Oh, oh, both legs." He grabbed both of his sons' little feet with one hand and slowly and gently lifted his son's little bottom. After that, he used his other hand to fold the diaper and then took the soiled diaper out. They originally thought that he would directly throw it into the rubbish bin. Who knew that this manly man actually took the diaper up, put it near his nose, and smelled it?