Diaper Femboy Novels & Stories

He reminds me of an overactive puppy, I had to hold his tail still to slip it through his diaper, usually, he'll whine about it but he seems to be too happy today. "What do you wanna wear?" I ask him, giving him a chance to chose his clothes for the day, it's clearly a big day for him. He chose a navy blue onesie with a bow printed on its neck area, and that's it. I stepped in so my baby won't go pantless and chose matching blue jeans overall for him. We're still experimenting with his little age, when Heath was over, Toby said he's three, while Heath said two, the funny part is Heath is much younger than two sometimes, he acts like a pure baby when alone with his mommy.

"Liam." "Is ok. We can take it slow." He flips up to the side, nestling close to him. His curs tickle my jaw. But he doesn't know what I'm thinking. "You're too good." Just like a dream. "I am. Aren't I?" I chuckle and kiss his neck. We lay there in silence, the white bedding covering my back as he pulls it around us, covering my nakedness. I'm not self-conscious about my body, but I am shy and coy with him, but I want him to see me, but then I feel not so ready. I wonder if he likes my body. I'm more of a compact size, and with my hair cut short, the resemblance to a twelve-year-old boy is now up to 75%.

A text came in about a half-hour later. Deacon: Okay. I’m in the diaper aisle. There are a lot of choices. I smiled as I typed. Bless his heart. The idea of my hot neighbor standing clueless in the diaper aisle was as adorable as it was funny. Some unsuspecting mama was going to have a heart attack when she went looking for diaper pail bags and found him instead. Carys: Anything in size 2 will be great. Deacon: Huggies or Luvs?

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."

she told me as she wrapped the Targon around my waist. "Won't I feel a breeze on my nuts and dick?" I asked bluntly and she chuckled. "Would you like a diaper?" She asked teasingly as she pulled the fabric up between my legs. I shook my head no and she dropped it and fastened it more like a kilt around my waist. After draping the two sections she pinned them both together on my shoulder. "Now move around and see if it feels alright," she mumbled. I kneeled and shifted into Auberon then back again with ease.

I respond with a giggle and accept his soft kiss, "Can you believe we have two boys right there? Like... what the hell?" "I can believe it, actually. I held them and I changed their first poopy diaper. They're really ugly and wrinkly, but so was Bobbie at first and she turned alright later on," he says with a chuckle. And said Bobbie stirs on the couch she's sleeping on. Farrow gives me a kiss on the forehead, “Thank you for them, my love. All three of them, ugly, poopy and wrinkly, I love them.” I laugh and pulls his face down for a real kiss.

Floopy didn’t know but he had a feeling he would soon find out. On the other hand, Syris made quick work of Floopy’s shirt and soiled bottom. The panotti had no problems getting rid of the clothing but he quickly closed his thighs together to cover that shameful bit, not really minding if his flower bud was exposed for Syris to play with. There was still sticky fluid running in between his thighs but now that the pants and underwear were gone, Floopy wasn’t so embarrassed about wetting anything.

“I like your dress.” “Thank you.” “I don’t wear dresses.” “Why?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m a Tomboy.” “What is that?” “You don’t know?” She cut Julecia a look. “No.” Tiffany thought a moment. “It’s a girl who likes to dress more like a boy.” “Oh…interesting. I was born a boy, and I like to dress as a girl. I was raised as a girl too.” Julecia smiled. “No way. There’s no way you’re a boy. You have boobs and nicer legs than I do.”

For a moment, there was no kingdom, no titles—just us, two idiots in love, preparing for a baby who had no idea how ridiculous her parents were going to be. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I couldn’t stop smiling. We’d bought enough stuff to fill a small warehouse—tiny socks, baby towels, warm blankets, baby books, pacifiers, diapers, and toys I couldn’t even name. And Ferris… oh, Ferris was patient through it all, even when I filmed him pretending to compare baby lotion scents. “Say that one more time,” I grinned, holding up my phone. Ferris sighed dramatically, holding a small bottle to his nose. “This one smells like… clouds and baby farts. Very exclusive.” His voice took on a fake