Diaper Mess Story Novels & Stories

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.

He rushed to the bassinet and scooped the baby into his arms with surprising skill for a man who, three days ago, had asked the nurse how to fasten a diaper like it was a bomb defusing tutorial. “Hey, buddy,” he whispered, bouncing him gently. “I know, I know. Life is hard. You were born three minutes ago, nobody lets you drive the truck, the world is cruel.” Mason wailed louder. Jaxon sighed. “Alright, okay. Brielle, is it food? Diaper? Existential crisis?” “Try the diaper.” He laid Mason on the portable changing pad and opened the fresh pack of wipes. “Okay, little man. Dad’s got this. Dad’s got—oh my—WHOA—okay, you did not warn me”

Spent on the closet floor. The trip ended. But the watching continued at home. Closet in bedroom. Strangers or friends. Always me watching.

I said hoarsely. The door was pushed open, and Andre stood in the doorway, his eyes red-rimmed. He looked at the baby in my arms, and his lips moved. Finally, he muttered, "You've worked hard." Then he turned around and drew the curtains for me. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, Andre came to pick me up. He had tidied up the apartment beforehand, added a crib, bought formula and diapers, and even prepared several sets of baby clothes.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Diana waves her hand in front of her face, laughing as she says, “I think their bowel movements are synchronized, Layla; I will leave the clean-up duty to you, shall I.” I laugh, “Thanks, Diana.” Diana places Beth on the floor before leaving; I shudder when Ellie wiggles and poo goes everywhere. Once Ellie is changed, I wash my hands quickly before picking Beth up; she has been crawling around the floor. I gag a little when I see the mess in her nappy, she kicks her legs, and my hand gets covered in shit. I gag again as I wipe my hand and finish changing her; I look through the cupboards for the fabric conditioner to wash my hands with when Darius knocks on the door. He screws his nose up be

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.

"I don't use bad words at school." "They are fucking gross." Grandpa Cy defended his great granddaughter. "When Leia was a baby, she had these explosive fucking diapers. She would fart. I mean, it would sound like a fart, and then suddenly there would be a smell. And it would drip out of her fucking diaper, into her romper, and onto her back. Fuck. And I wasn’t even a werewolf yet, so I can only imagine how horrible it would smell to you." Storm chuckled. "Then it’s a good thing that I offered to do all the poop diapers. And, honestly, you’re used to dogshit, Cyrus. A baby’s diaper is nothing compared to that."

Fuck. ----------------- Dear Diary… Wow, how can we go from being so happy and chatty with one another to falling out? Maybe it was my fault. I was maybe a little snappy. Though I think he was a bit snappy too. The whole situation is just awkward. I enjoy spending time with the guy, I truly do, but then it goes from fun to awkward so easily.

"Okay, bye" Mom ran out of my room. I looked down at Anthony and he was staring at me. The smell if poo linger in the air. "Anthony! You rick" I stood up with him in my arms, I left the room and walked towards his room to get some wipes and diapers. After cleaning up the mess, he was looking at me and smiling. I sigh. Anthony is almost two years old. Mom had a hard time when she was going through labor but it turns out to be a success.