Diaper Change Stories Novels & Stories

I am gagging and trying not to lose my lunch as my mates come in and one look at me makes Kaiya crack up laughing. “Ace!? What are you doing?” Okay, using nipple clamps to clamp my nostrils closed was not effective and a humorous choice, but I’m still gagging and trying to avoid a stream of piss coming at me while I attempt to get all the shit off the kid. Thankfully, Kaiya and Dylan are much better at this and take over, tag teaming the diaper change and a bath. “I don’t think I am cut out for being a parent,” I groan to Malleus.

he says, before laying her down and starting to process of changing her again. “I can do that,” I say, still trying not to laugh. He turns and leans over quickly, pecking my lips with his. “Just get me a new diaper,” he says. I get the diaper and hand it to him. Yeah, it’s very sexy to watch a man taking such good care of your pup. Once she’s changed again and we’ve disposed of the stinky diaper, I tell Dante about my call with the Lunas. “That sounds … awful,” he says.

As I lay him down and undo his diaper, I notice that he's soiled himself - that must be the reason for his tears. I quickly cleaned him up, trying to make the experience as comfortable as possible for him. Shawn's cries start to subside as I gently wipe him clean and fasten a fresh diaper. I pick him up again, cradling him in my arms. His wails gradually fade away, replaced by sniffles and then silence. He nuzzles into my chest, exhausted from his outburst, and I hold him close, with relief. This little guy has me wrapped around his finger, and he doesn't even know it. I change his clothes, trying to make the process as enjoyable as possible, and settle him onto his bed.

Oh, sweet girl… I’m careful, pulling her into my arms, her cries silencing as she points through the door frame, calling, “Ma-ma? Ma-ma?” You’re gonna make me cry… My heart clenches, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “I know, sweet girl,” I murmur, lowering her onto the changing mat beside the child-locked cabinet. Changing her diaper comes as second nature, a skill I honed while helping my aunt with her own baby during my high school years. I hand Naomi the half-empty bag of wipes to keep her occupied while I work, my mind wandering.

“Oh, he’s been making some strange noises over there, I think he has a present for you. Ben twisted his face up, not too happy about finding the surprise she was talking about. “Your Mommy thinks she’s funny, making Daddy change your poopie diapers, doesn’t she, Son?” He asked the baby, while opening the diaper to the liquid disaster that had found its way into all his chubby folds. “Oh, Son! How could formula smell so bad after it’s processed?” Brayden asked, gagging as he changed the diaper and cleaned his little bottom. Benny took the opportunity to pee on his father’s shirt while he was cleaning him. “Really, Ben? Why do you do Daddy like this every time?” Brayden complained.

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

he shrugged, not doing a good job hiding his laughter. “She’s washing up and changing clothes after projectile baby poop.” I nodded, well aware of how that kind of incident could occur. I’ve seen it more than enough times in the five years since Gwen and Christina were born. And it’s not just my nieces, of course. I’ve seen this happen with others. Tie was a victim of a double hit of pee and poop when changing Thales once. It’s only funny when it happens to someone else. Thankfully it’s never occurred to me. I’m skilled at changing a diaper efficiently to get it cleaned up and into a fresh one before they can get me.

“But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?” The words didn’t come out very convincingly, but there was just enough determination to keep going. After a few clumsy attempts—wipes out of order, diaper on backwards, and a near disaster with the cream—I finally managed to change him. Clean diaper, dry body, and he now looked content. His eyes were beginning to get heavy again, eyelids slowly drooping as he let out soft sighs, pressing his little face against my chest.