Diaper Change Stories Novels & Stories

Now though, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I try to distract myself and stop myself from charging outside and tearing each of these pods apart by replaying the happiest moments of my life. Those first few days with Harper, with all of us trying to navigate being new parents, and then watching Theo trying to change that first dirty nappy. He had tied a towel around his face in an attempt to mask the smell, and we had all laughed as he had gagged his way through it with his eyes watering.

Plus, he didn't know how to put the diaper on because Uno is too much of movement. The first time that I tried changing Uno's diaper was disgusting. Who would like to breathe a foul smell? It was disgusting! Mom scolded me because I was being maarte. But later on, I got used to it. After changing the diaper, I applied a manzanilla on Uno's tummy and head. Then, I put his clothes on. It was a sando and shorts to make him feel fresh and comfortable. "Vitamins, love," Jonas offered.

Fucking shit “ you would not believe what happened! I took Alex to the mall with me and he pooped right in the middle of shopping and when I went to go change him none of the bathrooms have changing tables! None of them” she huffed setting the bags she had next to me and handing me Alex “ So I had to come all the way home to change him.” she pouts sitting in the chair she pulled up next to me “ I’ll have some put in, in every bathroom” I smirked

I said as I pulled a small table beside us and started laying down the stuff we need. And we started once I was done preparing what we need we started our new journey. “Ready?” Lana asks laughing. “Ready,” I replied as we start changing the diapers of the babies. The first diaper change was the hardest, but as we move on, Lana and I began to get the hang of it. One by one the babies stopped crying. I watch as Lana checks up on each of the babies. But I notice that there was a baby that she could not let go of.

Then, the smell hit us. "Oh," Noah said, freezing. "That's... distinct." "Your turn, support staff," I grinned sleepily. The first diaper change was a comedy of errors. The meconium was like tar. Noah used approximately fourteen wipes. He put the new diaper on backward, realized it, and had to start over. But he did it. He cleaned her, swaddled her (badly, but effectively), and rocked her back to sleep. "We kept her alive for four hours," he announced, looking proud.

When we made it home, daddy checked my pull-up, when he saw it clean he asked me about it. "Did you change it princess?" he asks, I couldn't lie since he'll notice my bagpack was empty, so I nodded. "Good girl princess, do you want to say in this or change to a diapee?" he asks me again, what's with them today and talking about my undergarment choice. "Change please," I say too scared of having another accident, this time mama took over to change me, my clothes were off and changed to just a onesie with the words "Mommy's girl" on it.

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.

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

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