Diaper Messing Novels & Stories

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.

The only thing was that his buttocks still had poop stuck to them. Sherry was overwhelmed by the bad smell as she approached them. She pinched her nose as she took wet baby wipes and a diaper out of the bag. John took the wet wipes and wiped Flint’s buttocks clean without changing the expression on his face at all. Upon finishing the job, he threw the wet wipes and the used diaper together and glanced at Sherry. “Throw these into the trash can.” Sherry’s lips puckered up in distaste but she took the items and threw them into a nearby trash can.

No sooner did she unpack the good than her mouth dropped and eyes stared at it in surprise. "Diapers?" Brian collapsed to the floor full of stuffed toys and clutched his stomach. It was embarrassing but Aurora could not stop her own mouth from stretching into a laugh. There were several dozen diapers. They had a good time teasing Aurora and the mind of the Alpha for buying these products for his baby. Soon they were done with all the boxes and found a place on the couch to deal with their breathlessness.

Beth 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.”

“After hearing about their love life, I think those two would have a million kids by now if Courtney let them. She made him wait until Calum was out of diapers before they started trying again.” “Diapers,” I repeated in horror. I forgot about diapers. Calum had some nasty ass diapers. They would stink up the entire packhouse. Courtney tried to get me to change him once, but I threw up before I could even get the thing open all the way. Blood and c***e; easy. St-filled diapers; hard as hell. I’ll find a way to manage, though. I won’t make Vivian handle all the diapers herself. They make masks for those kinds of things, right?

"Very possible. I'm annoyed at existing too, and I haven't slept in three days either." That got a tired laugh out of her, and Aria, as if personally offended by our confusion, screamed louder. "Diaper," Cat decided. "Check the diaper." I checked the diaper. It was, in fact, the diaper. Changing a newborn while she screamed bloody murder should not have been more difficult than disarming an explosive, and yet here I was, fumbling with tiny snaps and a wipe that seemed engineered by sadists. "You're doing the swaddle wrong," Cat said, watching over my shoulder.

“Those depend on weight but seeing as they are three months you’re probably going to be looking at size two unless you’re going cloth.” I shook my head. “Then Auri would be remiss for me to not tell you to get one of those diaper trash cans. She said there was no way she was taking out the trash every time of them pooped, especially with two. Those trash cans reduce odor are a must even if others say it isn’t.” “I…thank you…” Standing up, Hector ruffled my hair and I wrinkled my nose. “You have elders who either have helped raise kids or have kids of their own. Bryan may have you buy a ton of pool noodles for safety but he would be the one to talk to about baby proofing.”

He started fussing, clearly uncomfortable, his little legs kicking restlessly, his arms flailing. “Hey, easy, I know. I’m new to this too…” I said, trying to sound calm, even though the insecurity in my voice was obvious even to me. “But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?”

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

Sergeant Sally stood beside him, stopwatch in hand. "Alright, Miller. Your goal is to change this diaper as quickly and efficiently as possible. And remember, in real life, the baby will be wiggling. A lot." She pressed a button on the doll, and its arms and legs began to move erratically. Christian's eyes widened in alarm, but he gamely reached for the diaper. "How hard can it be?" he muttered. As it turned out, very hard indeed. Christian fumbled with the tabs, struggling to keep the squirming doll in place. At one point, the fake poop (which looked disturbingly realistic) nearly went flying across the room.