Diaper Mess Novels & Stories

It's not her fault that she came along nor is it her fault that her dads not around and if I can help her in any way I know I will. I pick her up from her crib and the smell instantly hits me, I turn her around and there it is. She has got shit seeping out of her diaper and it's smeared all over her legs and up her back. Her diaper is heavy with pee but the thing that pisses me off the most is the fact that the shit has dried on her skin, she's been in this nipper for hours! Where the fuck is Amy? "Daddy." I turn my head to see my beautiful baby girl awake and sitting up in her bed. Her firsts curl up into balls and she rubs the sleep from her eyes right before she greets me with that cute s

Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."

“Okay, step one: make sure you’ve got everything ready before you start. Diapers, wipes and cream. You don’t want to be halfway through and realize you’re out of wipes.” Orrin nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he set the diaper bag down and rummaged through it. “Got it. Diaper, wipes.and cream. Check, check, check.” He held up each item like he was presenting evidence in court, and Mary snickered. “Look at him, all serious,” she whispered to me. “You’d think he’s defusing a bomb, not changing a diaper.” “Feels like it sometimes,” Orrin muttered and Mary flinched, surprised he heard her. I laughed, shaking my head.

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

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

diaper. Gently laying her down on the bed, I checked her diaper. Sure enough, it was full. Of course. Grabbing the last clean one, I tried to remember how Roan had done it yesterday. My hands were clumsy, and I muttered a string of curses under my breath, but after what felt like an eternity, the new diaper was on. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. I wanted to mentally tap myself for not messing it up.

"Okay. Checklist. Hungry? Just ate. Cold? Wrapped up. Diaper?" I sniffed. "Diaper," I confirmed. I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down on the pad. She screamed, kicking her legs. "I know, it's cold," I soothed, unsnapping the onesie. "I'm sorry. It's a design flaw in the universe." I opened the diaper. It was... impressive. "Wow," I muttered. "You are small but mighty." I grabbed a wipe. Then another. She flailed, nearly kicking the clean diaper off the table. I caught it with my elbow.

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.

I don’t mind the poop diapers, but Knox, my goddess, complains about them. ‘Because they’re horrible!’ Knox shouted. They’re not. I mean, I’ve smelled worse. A lot worse. Rogues for one. And just, I mean, garbage smells a lot worse. Then there's, - 'I don't need a whole list. Baby diapers stink. I have a senstive nose!' Knox whined. We’re still getting used to being working parents, but thankfully, with our beta couple, our council, and our friends, we can manage to divide the work in a way that gives me plenty of time to spend with the kids and my mate.

“Mama’s trying. Please don’t scream like Papa does when he stubs his toe.” He didn’t care. His little fists waved, his red face scrunched, his cry sharp enough to cut glass. Milk leaked down my chest again, soaking my dress as my body ached to feed him, but he wriggled so hard I could barely hold him. I finally got the clean diaper on, my hair sticking to my forehead, my hands shaking. “There,” I huffed, kissing his soft cheek. “Fresh and clean. Now can we please join everyone else instead of being the circus act in here?”