Diaper Captions Novels & Stories

Diaper. Kaiden POV. "Anna please no" I beg with her one last time when she says it's time to go for breakfast, this is worse than the time when my ankle was sprained, I'm walking like a penguin due to the thickness between my legs. "It's okay Kaiden, it's normal for littles your age, I'll check on you through the day and change you whenever you need to" she tries to convince me but I didn't want it, my lower lip started trembling, my pout got bigger, my eyes turned purple with emotion, even my dragon didn't want this!

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.

Sofía couldn’t hold back her laughter at how nervous he was. “This should come with a manual!” Adrián grumbled. “Relax, love, you’re doing great,” Sofía guided him, taking his hand. “First lift his little legs, slide the clean diaper under… there… perfect.” “Perfect, my foot!” he muttered, though he followed her instructions. “This is like taking apart a Swiss watch.” The moment ended with both of them laughing. When he finally secured the diaper, Adrián threw his arms up like a hero.

Craig stopped at the one from the school girl shoot on her knees looking up. Only her eyes were covered in this one as she pouted. The caption read, "Please, baby boy? Please let mommy suck your cock? I'll be the best you ever had, promise!"

“Let’s see if you can handle diaper duty one-handed.” Bill raises an eyebrow. “You really think I can’t?” I give him a look. He sighs dramatically. “Fine. Teach me, oh wise one.” I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” ******************** Fifteen minutes later, Bill is officially humbled. He stands next to me, staring down at the disaster of a diaper situation in front of him. His fingers are still awkward with the tabs, his one-handed approach making things much harder than he expected.

It was a picture of a newborn, on the back, was a handwritten note. “You were never abandoned.”

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

Stunted and all fingers in tattoos. In a small bright room there were six beds with very young children. All they've been doing so far has been eating, sleeping, dirtying diapers, and crying in between these terribly interesting activities. They must have been fed and changed recently, because they sniffed together on their tiny little noses and seemed to be sleeping.

I picked a container and looked confused. "That’s for humans; some of them have three children and don’t want any more," Betty explained. "It's herbal and works maybe 80%. Our doctor’s formula has worked fine so far and has no side effects. Here, take the band aids. The baby's cloth diapers." We were now moving upstairs, where all the clothing was. I picked a few outfits, undergarments, and shoes. "Nolan!" I shouted, looking around. Then I felt the heat in my stomach. A few seconds later, he hugged me from behind, his lips kissing my neck. I closed my eyes.

Rhett snickered, teasing Heath. “That tea towel we were using as a nappy was insufficient,” Talen observed dryly. “You’ve got the next one,” Heath added. “You’ll need Cameron’s help, it’s really a two-man job. The amount of poop that comes out of something so little is really impressive. You have to keep a hand on her at all times whilst you clean her, or she somehow gets her hands and feet involved and then it gets everywhere. And the shit sticks to her skin like nothing else, so it takes some cleaning. Then you have to get something back on to catch the next poop… At least, hopefully, once we’re at the hospital, they’ll have proper nappies.”