Caught In Diapers Novels & Stories

A year and a half later. I watch little Jeremy staring at me curiously while he has his fist in his mouth, drooling like a Saint Bernard. He’s lying on the changing table, waiting for me to put a clean diaper on him. How was it done again? The YouTube videos make it seem so easy... “Well, little one, what if I took you to church naked? You’re so small; kids get forgiven for everything.” “Do you really want to let him go around naked?” James leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You don’t remember how to put on a diaper, do you?”

Betty cupped her chin and leaned against the edge of the tub, looking gleefully at Diana mumbling to herself. Betty didn’t rush Diana for an answer. She just waited for Diana to take off her clothes. Then, she immediately grabbed Diana’s arms and pulled her slowly into the tub. “Mommy, be careful.” Mommy couldn’t afford to slip and fall. Daddy and Sean weren’t around, so Betty had to shoulder the responsibility of protecting Mommy. Absolutely no one, including herself, could hurt Mommy! Diana saw Betty pout, looking all serious, and burst out laughing. “It’s fine. I’m just pregnant. I’m not severely ill to the point I can’t stand.”

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.”

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.

They learned to enjoy moments of carefree joy again and to laugh more. And Eric and Meya were probably very lucky to have so many adults around them who wanted to give them their love. I swam into the living room with a smile and actually immediately froze between the doors. I was so taken aback by that view that I had to grab my fur. Ollie was half-lying and half-sitting in the corner of the large couch with our daughter on his bare chest, dressed only in a diaper and a white t-shirt that said 'Milk, sleep and rock'n roll!' Because that's what Ollie was buying... as well as a lot of other high fashion pieces. Meya had her head on his shoulder with the diaper on, breathing softly as her tiny

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.