Diaper Mess Stories Novels & Stories

Before hanging up, I reminded Mom, "You have to let me know when the date's confirmed, okay?" She chuckled. "You've always loved being in the middle of things since you were young. Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you." … When I got home, Yasmin was in the middle of scolding the two maids who watched Daphne. Apparently, Daphne had wet her pants again that day—three times, no less. Not only were all three clean pairs of pants used up, but other kids had laughed at her for it. The maids, clearly feeling wronged, explained, "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech, we've been as careful as we can, but Ms. Daphne doesn't like wearing diapers. She says they make her bottom itch."

I shot back, trying to salvage some dignity while still holding the bottle for Roxy. Reese giggled. “I guess Mommy mastered it back when I was a baby!” she quipped. The truth was, Reese was right. I had no idea what I was doing. Changing diapers, feeding a baby—none of this was my wheelhouse. Business deals, spreadsheets, and high-pressure meetings? Sure. But this? This was a whole new world. Just then, the unmistakable smell hit me. I froze. “Oh, no.” Reese giggled again. “She pooped, didn’t she?”

Right then I became a real crying mess, never in my life, I had cried so much. I think I cried myself to sleep because I was startled awake by the sound of thunder. I was still laying down on my stomach and my muscles were too weak to turn my body. I was itchy and burning down there and I noticed I had used my diaper and I didn't only pee. It felt so humiliating laying down in a crib, not being able to move with a full diaper. The worst thing of it all was the gag, using my voice was the last bit of freedom I had here, until now. I laid there for a very long time, so long that I had used my diaper again. It really started to smell. I had cried multiple times now and both men haven't paid me

she replies with a shrug. "Your diaper is hiding?" I ask looking at her, I take her toward room only to see all her toys scatered on the floor including her balnket, picking the blanket off the ground it was a bit wet. I look at Madlyn with wide eyes, "Something you want to tell me?" I ask her "Daddy.... I in twouble?" she asks looking up at me mostly is in trouble, she took her diaper off and had an accident somewhere in the house.

Duncan said, laughing. Kasie was already picking Corinne’s brain about cloth diapers and I just sighed. Some days it's beyond overwhelming, and I just have absolutely no idea how the hell my mate did it on her own. I’ve had more information pumped into my head about kids in the last few months than any one person should have to know. Potty training, covering electrical outlets. Bath time, story time. Trying my best not to cuss … now that was a challenge. But damn it, when they look up at you with those eyes… when they give incredible hugs…. Ohh and when they sleep … it’s all worth it.

Claire started, leaning forward with a teasing smile, “any weird cravings yet? Pickles and ice cream? Peanut butter on pizza?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Nothing that crazy. Mostly fruit, honestly. Although there was this one night I really wanted mustard on crackers.” “Mustard?” Tanya asked, making a face. “That’s... different.” “Richard was horrified,” I said, grinning. “But he brought it to me anyway. That man deserves a medal.” The conversation shifted to their own parenting stories. Tanya, who had two toddlers, shared a hilarious tale about her three-year-old hiding her car keys in the laundry basket.

I continued, while my fingers rolled a strand of her soft dark brown hair between them, she seemed to not notice what my fingers were doing as she kept staring at me, listening to what I am saying. "... Anne called me and asked to help her with the baby... I took her to my bedroom... her baby! Her name was Lexi I guess... whatever! She began crying nonstop... Anne asked me to hold Lexi while she began removing Lexi's diaper... as she removed that diaper off... baby thought it was the right time and... she peed on me..." I said with clear disgust in my voice as that event flashed in front of my eyes.

he shrugged, not doing a good job hiding his laughter. “She’s washing up and changing clothes after projectile baby poop.” I nodded, well aware of how that kind of incident could occur. I’ve seen it more than enough times in the five years since Gwen and Christina were born. And it’s not just my nieces, of course. I’ve seen this happen with others. Tie was a victim of a double hit of pee and poop when changing Thales once. It’s only funny when it happens to someone else. Thankfully it’s never occurred to me. I’m skilled at changing a diaper efficiently to get it cleaned up and into a fresh one before they can get me.

I was a goner. Convincing them took less than five minutes. Matteo whined. Luca raised an eyebrow. But in the end, they saw it too. The little boy that would become ours. And now— “Why does it smell like the apocalypse in here?” Matteo gagged dramatically as he stepped into the nursery, nose scrunched and a stuffed unicorn clutched like it was a weapon. “Because your son,” I said pointedly, “just gifted us a level-five diaper emergency.”

James is so protective of her. Bri and Ricky had triplets. She fainted when she found out. Jojo and Liam had a boy. They both went on tour too. Separate ways of course. But their big break arrived and they took it. I was so happy for them. "Mommy, guess what?" James told me. "What?" "Emma took off her diaper and she peed on the bathroom floor." He gasped before covering his mouth. I ran to the bathroom. "Emma, I thought I left you playing in your room?" She just giggled. She enjoys to take off her diaper. Hopefully this phase will go away. I changed her and then made our way to the living room.