Diaper Cartoon Novels & Stories

There is a curl to his lip that has me suppressing a grin because I know what comes next. The rip-roaring tooter he’s been working on explodes through the quiet. As the too handsome Dad’s face goes red, and his head knocks back, I let out a deep belly laugh I couldn’t hold in if I wanted. I still go on feeding Mister Man as if the series of other squirting farts accompanied by his bouncing, filling the visible diaper in his pant line, aren’t happening. Well, as much as I can through the increasing laughs, that are bringing tears to my eyes. As much for the relief in the little one’s face as the mortification on Dad’s.

When I turned to check on Kael, I almost choked up a laugh. The baby was clean. That part, I’d give him. But the diaper? It was upside down. I stared. Kael, completely unaware of his mistake, was securing the last tab with a satisfied nod. “Done,” he announced, proud. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Kael.” “What?” “The diaper.” “What about it?” “It’s upside down.” Kael looked down at the baby boy, who, blesses his heart, was happily kicking his feet in his poorly fitted diaper. Kael’s brows are knitted together. “No, it’s not.”

the man asked, steadying her by the elbow. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. Sharp jawline, neatly trimmed beard, short hair swept to the side like he actually took time with it. His button-up shirt was tucked in, sleeves rolled up. Looked like he belonged in a coffee commercial or a teacher recruitment ad. Definitely not a parent. Ava blinked. “I...I think so. That was a banana peel?” They both looked down. Yep. Banana peel. Real-life cartoon.

After careful inspection, he relaxed, content that her healing was still on track. Pulling the soiled diaper from beneath her, I tucked the ends in and used the tabs to close it tightly. Lightly placing the blanket back over lower half, I gave her skin a moment more to dry completely while I made my way into the laundry room. It wasn't difficult to find the disposal container; however, it did take a moment for me to understand how it worked. Apparently, after dropping the diaper in the top, there was a lever to engage an interior compartment to open, subsequently allowing the soiled diaper to drop to the bottom and close tightly again in the middle. Hmm...clever.

Leo, in Primark hoodie, kneeling, ear on her flat stomach, whispered: "Baby sesame, it's Dada, Primark Dada, please kick soon so Grandpa Chairman doesn't faint but smiles." Biscuit cat, in tiny strawberry pajamas size cat, sneezed from hospital flowers.

Mom is screaming in pain as Dad is telling her to push. “Remind me why I want to have kids again?” I ask, which gains chuckles from everyone around me. “Because Death says we have to. At least we guys get to enjoy the fun part and not have to deal with the pain of delivering the baby.” Kai replies, and I slap him upside the head. “I’m so making sure you have to change a blowout diaper,” I tell him with a grin. “What’s a blowout diaper?” Kai asks, horrified. “It’s where the baby’s poop explodes out of its diaper. It’s messy and stinky. You usually have to clean the baby in the bath.” I inform him as I watch Kai’s face twist in disgust.

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.

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

After paddling around for a few minutes, I climbed out of the water and shook my fur out so that I wouldn't weigh so much as I limped. I heard rustling to the side and I stopped limping. I stayed as still as I could, looking around. After a few seconds of rustling of the bushes, I saw a cute little baby crawl out of the bush. The baby boy only had a diaper on, leaves in his hair and was giggling cutely.

Confused I asked her. "Riva dear...what cartoon is this?" She gasped...and opened her jaw wide enough. "You don't know Minions?" She had a horrified face as if she saw me stealing her drawing book. "Sweet heart I don't watch cartoons?" "But mamu it's a famous cartoon movie....how can you not watch cartoons?" She whined. "Who said I don't watch cartoons...I watch you all day playing around the house...I see enough cartoon" saying that I started tickling her and she laughed her heart out.