Diaper Femboy Novels & Stories

Got ’em! Carys: Thank you. Deacon: Anything else while I’m here? I needed some tampons and deodorant, but I wouldn’t dare send him for those. Carys: No. Thanks. That’s it. A few seconds later, another text came in. Deacon: What’s a peepee teepee? Lord. He needs to get out of the baby aisle. Cracking up, I typed. Carys: It’s a tent for your wee-wee.

I sputter quietly. "I would recommend getting one," she advises. "Diapers are a lot cheaper there, and if it's a boy, the only diapers that hold Theo overnight are the Sam's Club brand." "Oh. Okay." I don't know how else to respond. Not only am I in disbelief, but I'm so appreciative of the information part of me wants to keep asking questions. Quincy is the only mom I know, and she was never pregnant with Chance. He's her biological nephew, and she didn't get custody of him until he was two months old. The time frame before that is just as lost on her as it is on me.

Even a pair of clothes in case she ended up spoiling the dress she was wearing. "I have packed your favorite chocolates and cookies, and here, I have also packed your favorite orange juice. Just like you have chosen, I have also packed the dresses which you asked for." "What is that?", She asked, pointing her finger. "This is a diaper, in case… "I don't pee in my pant.", She said, making cute faces. "I'm a big girl now. So, please take it out. It's so embarrassing." "But Scar…" "No. I'm not taking that thing with me.", She again cut mom in between. Mom sighed and took out the pamper from the bag.

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.

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.

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”

“Come on, think about it. What do babies use to avoid soaking everything and not having to take a bath in their own mess?” “A diaper?” “Exactly! You got it, boy!” “So, I need to buy a diaper for Poppy?” I frowned, trying to process this. “You’re really slow!” He tsked in frustration. “Not a baby diaper, but a feminine one!” “Is there even such a thing? Where do I buy it?” “They have those at convenience stores. Just ask the cashier. If they ask what kind you need, say, ‘the one on the wings of love.’ They’ll know what you mean, especially if it’s a woman you’re asking.”

“I can't afford any of this and what little money I have is back at the pack house. At least, I am assuming that my belongings are still there.” “I told you that your stuff is still there. As for paying, don't worry about it. I repeat, what size diaper does Gemma wear?” When she still just stands there gawking at him, he moves over to the baby. He shifts her clothing around until he can see the diaper underneath. “Size two. Alright.” Liam walks over to grab a large box of size two diapers. He places it on the rack at the bottom of the cart, then he guickly moves towards the infant clothing section. Greer has a hard time keeping up with him even though he is watching his steps to walk at a sl

Diaper. Kaiden POV. "Anna please no" I beg with her one last time when she says it's time to go for breakfast, this is worse than the time when my ankle was sprained, I'm walking like a penguin due to the thickness between my legs. "It's okay Kaiden, it's normal for littles your age, I'll check on you through the day and change you whenever you need to" she tries to convince me but I didn't want it, my lower lip started trembling, my pout got bigger, my eyes turned purple with emotion, even my dragon didn't want this!

[Content warning: Mentions of gore and disgusting elements] Emyln Roselle was a young teenage boy, around seventeen who just happened to be born with a more feminine look than most boys. Not only was his face feminine looking, but even his body was rather curvy for a guy, so much that all he had to do to look like a girl was to put on a skirt and no one would be able to guess his real gender. Something like that wasn’t strange but of course with how cruel teens were he instantly became a target for bullying.