Caught In Diapers Novels & Stories

He carried me up to a big room with a giant bed on it, this must be their room, Kennedy, I mean mommy got in next after us. “We’re working on your room little one but for now you’ll stay with us” she says and began to undress me, I blushed like crazy at being naked in front of two strangers. Mommy looked at my bum and princess part then turned to daddy, they shared a look before they went and got some kind of cream, mommy spread a generous amount of cream on my sensitive skin before taping a thick diaper around my waist making me blush again. I’ve never worn a diaper before, for clothing choices she got me a onesie and some high knee socks and that’s it.

From the couch Tobias started laughing so hard he fell off. Marcus pulled out his phone. “Documenting history.” I changed my first diaper. I had prepared for this. I had watched videos. I was ready or so I thought. Theodore was not impressed by any of that. The second I laid him down, he started kicking. I struggled to get the old diaper off and reached for the new one. He peed, straight at me. "Theodore!" I yanked my hand back. Tobias fell off the couch. "The tiny man," he wheezed from the floor, "has defeated the almighty Kane Sterling."

He taunted, waving a tiny diaper at me. “You still haven’t explained where Dania is.” I rolled my eyes and snatched it from him. “Um… I don’t know how to do this.” I frowned, looking from the diaper to the baby in Dani’s arms. Shit, she looks good holding a baby. Well, it would probably look better if we hadn’t just been through hell and her clothes weren’t dirty and blood-stained.

The couch groaned beneath me as I shuddered, my hands stirring the vibrator around in her spasming snatch. "What are you doing to our mother!" gasped a pair of girls staring at me. * * * My daddy was caught by Mrs. Holiday's twin, eighteen-year-old daughters. The two girls are identical, named Riley and Keily. They're both petite, with small breasts and trimmed bushes covering their little pussies. Of course, my daddy couldn't see that because of their clothes. He could just see the black hair framing their shocked faces. Their pale features grow redder and redder as they watch their mother swallow the last of daddy's cum.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

A whisper escapes my lips, low and trembling, almost a prayer, almost a plea, a muttering I can barely recognize as my own: “No… no, no, no…” The baby in my arms coos happily, entirely oblivious to the destruction he has wrought. I lower my head slowly, squinting, bracing for the undeniable, the impossible, the grotesque spectacle that awaits me. The diaper has failed. Completely. And it has failed spectacularly. The first blow hits me not with the shock of surprise, I've survived worse in my life, but with the absurdity of it all, the stark, almost comic horror of a father who has underestimated the destructive power of his own children.

Michelle's POV Arrrrrrrggggghhh!!! I screamed so loud when my zip pulled out from my skirt,it was Monday morning,my day hasn't even started yet and it was already ruined.My siblings came running thinking something must have happened to me "Michy,what's wrong" "Ogre,why did you scream like that" "Shut up,Donkey"I glared at Mason.This wasnt the time to call me names,I was in a bad state. "My zip got spoilt"I explained looking at the mirror.

Justin laughed and turned to my father. "Zaika left a decent male in charge so there is no hurry. Oh no! She is peeing on my leg!?" Laughing at the look on his face, Justin shrugged and blotted it up with the towel my father handed him. "Guess accidents happen eh little one," he cooed, causing Faelon and I to roll our eyes. Lucky for him my mom brought in a bag full of cloth diapers. Taking her from him and his finger she expertly wrapped the pup in the cloth. She handed her back to him with a smile. Apparently, Justin had been accepted into the family.

Marcus murmured, watching them. "I have no idea what I'm doing." "Neither does she. You're figuring it out together." After the feed, Marcus insisted on doing the first diaper change. It was a comedy of errors. The tiny diaper seemed impossibly small and complicated. The baby, objecting to the sudden exposure, wailed with impressive lung power. He fumbled with the tabs, got them crooked, had to start over. Keira, weak with exhaustion and holding back laughter, watched him panic. When he finally succeeded, triumphantly holding up the soiled diaper like a trophy, they both collapsed into helpless, silent giggles, tears streaming down their faces, the baby staring up at them with what looked li

This little human — so perfect and small — has turned my world upside down in the best way possible. “Alright, buddy,” I whisper, scooping him up gently. “What’s the deal? Hungry? Wet? Just need someone to hold you?” He quiets slightly as I cradle him against my chest, his little body warm and solid. I carry him to the nursery down the hall, where the soft glow of the nightlight casts a calming haze. Changing his diaper is still a struggle. I fumble with the tiny snaps and try not to wake Stevie with my cursing when the diaper doesn’t cooperate. But Elijah doesn’t seem to mind. He just stares up at me with those wide, curious eyes that make me feel like I’m doing something right, even when I