Diaper Messing Novels & Stories

Mom is screaming in pain as Dad is telling her to push. “Remind me why I want to have kids again?” I ask, which gains chuckles from everyone around me. “Because Death says we have to. At least we guys get to enjoy the fun part and not have to deal with the pain of delivering the baby.” Kai replies, and I slap him upside the head. “I’m so making sure you have to change a blowout diaper,” I tell him with a grin. “What’s a blowout diaper?” Kai asks, horrified. “It’s where the baby’s poop explodes out of its diaper. It’s messy and stinky. You usually have to clean the baby in the bath.” I inform him as I watch Kai’s face twist in disgust.

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

They all laughed, and Kael's eyes rolled so hard I thought they'd get stuck that way. "I can't handle it," Kael insisted, crossing his arms. "I draw the line at diapers." I shrugged. "You'll get over it. Exposure therapy, right? I'll just start changing diapers in front of you until it doesn't bother you anymore." Missy came out, her face lighting up when she saw us. "I see everyone's in much better spirits. I'm happy you all came." She wrapped me in a quick hug. Cassy darted over to her, waving my phone. "We get a huge pic tomorrow!"

Why would all ten of you decide to get an ID today? Melissa, whom I'd been carrying in my arms, stirred in her sleep. It seems she was going to pee anytime soon, she wasn't even wearing a diaper. I had totally forgotten to tell Isabelle to put at most two diapers in the bag she packed for us. Dear God, help me before she rains on me.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

He checked Charlie's diaper and then groaned at how much poop was crammed into the tiny diaper. “What exactly did your mother give you yesterday, huh? Why do you poop so much?” Charlie just chuckled softly, while Anthony was busy looking for a way to get rid of the diaper without having to inhale the rotten smell that came from it. But in the end, Anthony had to let his nose inhale the foul smell of Charlie's poop because he couldn't pinch his nose with his hands which were busy putting the diaper into a plastic bag.

It felt just like wearing a sanitary pad, but she was consumed by shame. As Javier Beckett's wife, she couldn't believe that she had to use an adult diaper at her age. It was such an embarrassing matter. "Mom, did you bring more? Your leakage is getting serious. One won't be enough," Betty voiced her concern. "And how am I supposed to bring a few more with me? How am I going to carry them around? It's easy for you to say!" Sophia hissed, her cheeks flushed. "The ladies are only bringing a clutch. I'll become a joke if I show up with a backpack. One is enough. Worse comes to worse, I'll just refrain from drinking water. Besides, I won't need to wear this stupid thing anymore after today."

Afterward, he left the Jewells' address and arranged for the items to be delivered directly to them. "Let's call it a day," Chris said to Paige. "We can come back to buy diapers and other things when we next have free time." So, it seemed Paige had misunderstood. Chris came to the mall just to buy things for his precious daughter. He was not trying to appease her at all! "Diapers shouldn't be bought casually," Chris told Paige. "I read on the forum that some diapers can cause rashes." At that moment, Paige did not want to discuss this issue with Chris. The child was only a month old. Was it not too early to discuss these things?

"Oh, adult diapers!" "Hm, hm," I nodded. I'd rather stick to that explanation than try to explain what it actually was. Velma's question would go beyond the scale, and the heavens save me from having to explain menstruation to a five-year-old. "I missed this too. Mama has just been so preoccupied with work. I'm so sorry!"

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.