Diaper Dimension Stories Novels & Stories

It was a chaotic cycle of tiny limbs, giggles, and sheer stubbornness. "That’s it, Fenn, I’m done. I give up," Leela laughed breathlessly, flopping back against the pillows as she watched Caspian successfully evade his father's reach for the third time. "Diapers are perfectly acceptable pajamas. It's a heatwave in their world anyway." Fennigan held up his large hands in a gesture of mock surrender, his own hair disheveled from the fray. "You won't hear a complaint from me, Luna. They’re stronger than they look."

“How’s the baby?” Blue and Marian had been leafing through racks of tiny children’s clothes; a onesie that could hardly fit her fist; a pair of overalls she knew would make changing diapers hellish; a pair of teensy wee trainers she could wear on the tips of her fingers and stomp around mockingly with. The baby was a very vital part of this question, without whom the clothes would be a rather strange waste of money. They ought to hope the baby is doing just fine.

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

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.

“After hearing about their love life, I think those two would have a million kids by now if Courtney let them. She made him wait until Calum was out of diapers before they started trying again.” “Diapers,” I repeated in horror. I forgot about diapers. Calum had some nasty ass diapers. They would stink up the entire packhouse. Courtney tried to get me to change him once, but I threw up before I could even get the thing open all the way. Blood and c***e; easy. St-filled diapers; hard as hell. I’ll find a way to manage, though. I won’t make Vivian handle all the diapers herself. They make masks for those kinds of things, right?

Hey New Diary. Wanna open this pages with the most happiest day of my life. I was still young and no boys paid much attention to me at our small school mainly because my tits were small. I felt disappointed, but you know what? My stepdaddy, Uncle Suraj did, and I loved that. I don't know what he find attractive in my body but I was sexually attractive to him and that made me feel very wonderful and younno ... I felt like human. So I set to see if he loved my tits by showing it to him. and since he said he loved it, Damn!! I used them to get more attention from him. I had sex once when I was in Grade 2.

"For the most part, diapers are all the same until they're mobile. How much does he weigh?" She digs around in her purse. "I have the hospital discharge papers right here!" She pulls them out and reads through them. "Okay. It says he's eleven pounds, thirteen ounces." "I would get size two. He's still a little small for them, but my sister always says she'd rather have them in diapers too big than have a stack they grew out of. Says it's like staring at a pile of money she's not allowed to spend." "Okay. Do you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?" she asks sheepishly. "I promise I'm not asking you to pay for my stuff. I was trying so hard to figure out this formula thing, I forgot to get on

“You need my help with…diapers?” His mouth twitched faintly. “Don’t sound so disappointed.” Despite herself, Katelyn reached for the paper. “These are their proposed upgrades,” he continued. “Thinner material. Extra fragrance. Decorative prints. Supposed to be more… premium.” She scanned the page, her expression slowly shifting from mild annoyance to concentration. Then she frowned. “This is wrong,” she said quietly. Damon glanced at her. “Wrong how?” “Fragrance in diapers is a terrible idea.”

Mom: "Day Sixty-one: Jim pounded away at the weights as I watched, his fabulous physique just sweaty enough to look like one of those hunky studs in Mr. Olympia or some other contest. The sweat dripping off his body highlighted those glorious muscles. My baby today measured 20 inches at the bicep and nine inches in the manhood department. He now insists that he will only keep training if I do the measurements, including measuring that heavenly erect cock of his. I am still a good mother and have only stroked and caressed that gorgeous steel hard symbol of virility because his tiny-equipped father ordered me to. I do confess to the diary that I was not ordered to measure his scrotum, but his

There’s a whine behind her voice telling us easily the ordeal that she has gone through mentally. “It may sound odd but we found that the diapers with the most universal fit are cloth ones. We carry several of them in our bag along with clothing in various sizes. If she will let you, I think you have the most experience with infants considering you have two year old sisters.” Parker chimes in. “They are nearly three and already potty trained. Plus Austin is an actual father.” I push back knowing that he’s just simply trying to get away with giving me what most men don’t want to deal with.