Diaper Age Regression Novels & Stories

“Then maybe a diaper change. But always a burping after each feeding. They need more food than you or I because they’re growing so fast. They also won’t sleep a full eight hours but in spurts of three or four throughout the day. It won’t be until she’s a year or so old that she can sleep most of the night.” I look up from my rant and see Archer staring at me. His face is set in a hardline and his eyes are not linking with mine. I look down and realize I had forgotten to change in my duress. My shorts are almost panties, the seam disappearing in the crease between my crotch and my thigh. My nightshirt is almost sheer and is bunched around my hips, revealing a sliver of skin. I attempt to pull

Andrew explained then clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s now when kids start to get fun. He’s starting to talk and he can walk more or less, which means you can take him out to the park and actually play with him,” Andrew finished and James felt a smile break out on his face. He did have a point there. The whole crying and dirty diaper thing didn’t really seem like something great. He remembered how Tony and Lizzy looked those first few months that Matt was born, tired, cranky, and just plain beaten down.

Then, George went to look for Christin and Candy. Tianna, who was two years old, already knew that she had to tell the adults if she wanted to go to the toilet. Naturally, she would not need to wear a diaper anymore. However, Oreo was still a baby. Although Sigrid felt that Oreo had always been quiet and looked much more mature than other children, it was obvious that he was still just a month-old baby. When she took off his pants, she realized that his diaper indeed needed to be changed. Sigrid took out a new diaper. She first wiped Oreo's butt, then opened the new diaper and laid Oreo down on it.

"Actually, it would be 4,380 diapers in 365 days, assuming the maximum of 12 diapers per day. However, the average is closer to 8 diapers a day for newborns, decreasing as they get older. So a more accurate estimate for the first year would be—" "You really should know when to stop. "Cathy interrupted, holding up a hand. "I forgot I was sitting next to a human calculator. The point is, it's a lot of diapers." Christian, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly spoke up. "Maybe we should invest in a diaper company. Vertical integration and all that." I couldn't help but laugh. "I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself, Mr. CEO. Let's see the baby first before we start planning

"For the most part, diapers are all the same until they're mobile. How much does he weigh?" She digs around in her purse. "I have the hospital discharge papers right here!" She pulls them out and reads through them. "Okay. It says he's eleven pounds, thirteen ounces." "I would get size two. He's still a little small for them, but my sister always says she'd rather have them in diapers too big than have a stack they grew out of. Says it's like staring at a pile of money she's not allowed to spend." "Okay. Do you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?" she asks sheepishly. "I promise I'm not asking you to pay for my stuff. I was trying so hard to figure out this formula thing, I forgot to get on

“Freya and Sif are Vale’s sisters, right?” He nodded. “If you don’t have the information in your paperwork but make sure you get the same, or as close as you can, to food they are having. I’m not sure if they have a wet nurse out there or if it’s formula but it’s good to check. Try to keep it the same.” “Right.” I continued to take notes. “What about diapers? I mean…” “Those depend on weight but seeing as they are three months you’re probably going to be looking at size two unless you’re going cloth.”

she wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily. “What goes in has to come out.” “Macey,” he looked at her with desperation. “Can you…” “Oh no, daddy. I had to change two diapers at the same time for two years. I’m sure you can handle one.” Mention of her struggle to care for the twins without him steeled his resolve. Turning back to the squirming infant in front of him, he set aside the tongs and took the process in front of him seriously. Following Macey’s instructions, and with no small amount of gagging, he managed to remove the dirty diaper and clean the infant’s bum. As he slipped on the new diaper, the baby decided it had to pee, suddenly becoming a fountain. “What the!” Julius je

Simon covered his stomach with his hands and wrinkled his face. Callan came to his senses and quickly hugged the little fellow. "What's wrong? Why are you wriggling? Why did you cover your stomach? Do you have a stomachache ?" "Uh-huh... Uncle, uncle!" Simon's voice got louder when he was anxious. But why didn't this uncle take him to the toilet? He wanted to pee! If he didn't hurry up, he would pee on his pants. His mother told him that only a three-year-old child would pee on his pants. He had passed his third birthday, so he couldn't pee on his pants anymore.

"Let Uno play with it so he won't be too boisterous as you say while changing the diaper." "We should change his diaper, love." "To what?" "Pants. You know that?" "Uhh, no?" "It's still a diaper but it's a pants. It would be easy to put it on Uno. It will look like he is just changing a short shorts. "Have you tried that before?" "Not yet but it's April's diaper." "Ah," I nodded. "It can be. Uno can be so annoying sometimes you know." "How much more if he will learn how to walk?" He chuckled, both of his hands on his side. He was catching his breath.