Caught In Diapers Novels & Stories

“Mama’s trying. Please don’t scream like Papa does when he stubs his toe.” He didn’t care. His little fists waved, his red face scrunched, his cry sharp enough to cut glass. Milk leaked down my chest again, soaking my dress as my body ached to feed him, but he wriggled so hard I could barely hold him. I finally got the clean diaper on, my hair sticking to my forehead, my hands shaking. “There,” I huffed, kissing his soft cheek. “Fresh and clean. Now can we please join everyone else instead of being the circus act in here?”

Cyrus squealed, delighted now, reaching for the stream. “No,” I said, pulling him back. “Not that.” I shut the tap off with my elbow, heart racing. This was spiraling. I wiped again, double-checking, paranoid I was missing something important. The video kept playing, the woman’s calm voice a mockery of my chaos. When I finally taped the clean diaper on, my hands were trembling. I stepped back, exhaling like I had just survived a battle. Cyrus stared at me, then smiled. A slow, gummy smile that lit up his whole face.

Sydney I arrived home fatigued, tired, and concerned. I dragged myself into the bedroom, stripped down to my underwear, and tossed them on the floor, unconcerned about where they landed. I poured a bubble into the large bathtub after turning on the water. The enticing aroma of bubbles drifted through the room. I stepped into the bathwater after putting my hair into and clipping it into a sloppy bun. I wanted to unwind, but Mike's confession, his secret, and his financial woes all flashed through my mind in rapid succession. I rested by closing my eyes and leaning back. I lay there for a long time, not knowing how long and not caring, because it was the first time all day that I felt relaxed.

"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?

Connor’s voice is hoarse also skeptical from the manner of his speaking. Luke puffed a puff a breath. It’s also shaky, trying to hide it. “I don’t know too,” Luke replied with a worried voice. Nonetheless, Connor’s brows meet in the middle when he smells something stinky! “For my sake! Cali!” Connor screamed when he sees the baby doesn’t have a diaper and poops on his shorts! “Auntie!” Connor runs out and he doesn’t even know how to take care of a child… he eventually runs to the office Mrs Bridget.

I’d never really watched Sophia do it. Reese burst out laughing, doubling over. “You’re gonna need help. Big help.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid.” Roxy looked up at me, her big eyes full of trust, completely unaware of the chaos she was about to unleash on me. I hesitated, staring at the diaper like it was a bomb I had no idea how to defuse. After what felt like an eternity, I managed to get the new diaper on, though it was probably a bit lopsided. Reese gave it a long, critical look before shrugging. “Not bad for a rookie.”

H e was pushed and Primo rushly get out of the couch whilst limpi g as he tries to walk away. Before Primo could even take a hold of the door, a hand grab his waist. "Wait Primo, I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry." Allen started getting anxious. Primo struggles to escape but Allen was just too strong that his strength became useless. His body slacks when he's tired and Allen loosen his hold as he carried him carefull on the couch.

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”

Repeat. I never imagined a seven-pound creature could produce that much shit. “We’re out.” Diana appeared in the kitchen holding an empty pack of diapers. Hair in a messy bun. Face bare. Still beautiful. “The last one.” “What do you mean, the last one? I bought twenty packs last week.” “Well, she used them all.” I looked at the crib in the corner of the living room. Luna was awake, her little green eyes open, tiny hands swatting at the air. She saw me looking and smiled—a gummy, drooly, completely stupid smile. My heart melted.

She really did it. I went to her and picked her up. I tried to be as gentle as I could holding her up to my face. I sniffed her buttom and it was the most unpleasant mistake I did. The smell was too strong for my senses. Nope. I put her down and moved away. I won't be able to change the diaper. Besides, she is a girl. I should change her. Onlyg her father is allowed to see her. God knows I wouldn't let them neary little girl.