Diaper Captions Novels & Stories

“Okay, step one: make sure you’ve got everything ready before you start. Diapers, wipes and cream. You don’t want to be halfway through and realize you’re out of wipes.” Orrin nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he set the diaper bag down and rummaged through it. “Got it. Diaper, wipes.and cream. Check, check, check.” He held up each item like he was presenting evidence in court, and Mary snickered. “Look at him, all serious,” she whispered to me. “You’d think he’s defusing a bomb, not changing a diaper.” “Feels like it sometimes,” Orrin muttered and Mary flinched, surprised he heard her. I laughed, shaking my head.

They were captioned with ‘Sleep While The Monster’s Asleep’ which had us all chuckling. There was a picture of Dad with puke all over his dress shirt. It was captioned ‘Don’t Forget the Burp Rag.’ That was a good note for Ezra and us. There was another picture of Dad changing me with something all over his face. I assumed it was my piss. Oh, that was priceless. It was captioned with ‘Don’t Think You’re Faster Than The Pup.’ “When you change a boy’s diaper, you need to lay something like a wipe over his crotch, or you’ll figure out how nasty their piss tastes,” Dad explained, glaring at me. I just shrugged because it was a learning experience.

Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures. "These are so well made. That looks so realistic. What is that?" I asked, looking at the facial picture. "It's just soap," Cass answered in a low voice. I then turned my eyes to the caption. Reading it almost made me cum right away. My cock pulsed hard to the rhythm of her agonizing slow strokes. The caption: "Something you will never get to do!" in Cass' cute handwriting no less. I wanted to take my cock from Cass and jerk it like no tomorrow. Seeing these photos and not being able to bust to them was pure torture. Cassandra looked so delicious in all of them.

But Alive. A single caption scrawled below in red: “Next.”

“Make sure you capture their smiles. Not just mine.” He gave a thumbs-up and kept snapping. I patted the boy’s head gently and handed him the backpack full of supplies. He lit up, his grin wide, missing teeth and all. Ivory and the other club members flitted around me, all draped in pastels, all cooing and posing like porcelain dolls for photos. The charity center buzzed with laughter and camera shutters. I waved over Brian again. “Post the group pictures. Caption it something warm… maybe something like ‘Building futures, one smile at a time.’ Tag everyone and geo-locate. Let the world see it.”

“Was it the... thing that made you cry so much like a siren?” But Riona responded with a giggle and Anatoly huffed with a side smile because he had cleaned and removed a diaper. And when the tutorial continued with how to wear a brand new diaper, Anatoly didn't know if Nadia brought any more diapers. It was pointless calling her when she didn't have a phone. Or rather he didn't allow her to have one.

Present- June 29th, 2033 Two babies are inside a playpen full of toys. They communicate with each other using their cryptic infant language. I observe them in wonder. Nathanial is wearing a light yellow onesie, and Adamelia is wearing a dark graphic blue romper. Both of them are lying on their stomach and begin giggling after Nathanial says something. Seeing these two bundles of joys playing in the pen makes me smile. I take a quick video on my phone and send it to Jessica. I also make sure to take a few photos.

he says laying me down, when I tried to fight him, he used some straps to keep me down, he took my pants down, getting a diaper. "I'm not that young, I'm not that young!" I yell, although I wasn't sure how young my little age is, tears were going down my face. "Shush now Calesti, if I find you can be trusted and are not that young as you put it, we'll move to something else," he says picking me up, the diaper was a weird sensation, it's like a warm tight hug. He was hugging me too, trying to calm me down, it would be a nice gesture if he wasn't the reason I'm crying to begin with.

Susan said, rolling her eyes as she added the onesie to their shopping cart. As they moved through the store, Leo began to loosen up, though his approach remained practical. “Okay, what’s next on the list?” Susan pulled out her phone. “Let’s see. Diapers, a crib, a stroller, bottles… oh, and pacifiers.” They made their way to the diaper aisle, where Leo stared at the options with an almost comical look of confusion. “Do we really need all these sizes? What’s the difference between ‘newborn’ and ‘size one’?”