Diaper Messing Stories Novels & Stories

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

I woke up still in their arms, I loved that daddy read me to sleep, I love stories, books, and he's the best story reader ever, he did the voices and everything. I needed to pee badly this morning, but I wasn't allowed to take the diaper off me, I thought maybe I can skip to the bathroom, pee quickly, and pull the diaper back on. But sadly that wasn't a good plan, mommy and daddy both had their hands around me, I was trapped between them, when I tried to squirm out of their hold they both woke up.

It happens that a woman just threw adult diapers in there. Mitchel immediately grabbed the garbage from the person and started chewing on the dirty diaper. Mitchel really enjoyed what was in his hands no matter how dirty and smelly it was. At that time there were several people passing and walking. They secretly recorded Mitchel's actions and uploaded them on social media with the caption, "Crazy people eat trash!"

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.

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.

Marcus murmured, watching them. "I have no idea what I'm doing." "Neither does she. You're figuring it out together." After the feed, Marcus insisted on doing the first diaper change. It was a comedy of errors. The tiny diaper seemed impossibly small and complicated. The baby, objecting to the sudden exposure, wailed with impressive lung power. He fumbled with the tabs, got them crooked, had to start over. Keira, weak with exhaustion and holding back laughter, watched him panic. When he finally succeeded, triumphantly holding up the soiled diaper like a trophy, they both collapsed into helpless, silent giggles, tears streaming down their faces, the baby staring up at them with what looked li

He took out a diaper from the bag the doctor had left him and the pack of wipes. “This can’t be too hard,” he told himself as he lay the baby down on the couch. He checked and found a blue line on the front of the diaper. “Yep, you’re wet. That’s what the paper said that meant. Let’s get this diaper changed. Then maybe we can get some sleep before your mama wakes up and takes over.” He undid the baby’s diaper and yelped. As soon as he had the diaper off, the baby sent a stream of pee all over his leg. “Hey now, that’s not cool,” he told the baby. “Look little Alpha, I’m doing the best I can. I was not prepared for this. So, from now on, you keep the pee in your diaper. Okay?’ He fastened the

Damn if I didn’t still see her in pigtails, running barefoot through the yard, always trying to keep up with her sister. I eased onto the bench, cradling my lemonade like it held more than citrus. Let the wood groan beneath me and the moment settle. "You know," I said, pointing my fork like a preacher, "I’ve got a few stories about these two troublemakers sitting right here. Starting with the Great Glitter Disaster." Alex leaned in, curious already. Stephen chuckled low. And Sofie, bless her, tried to hide behind her hands. Claire groaned, already turning pink. "Grandpa, don’t you dare."

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.

“He’sso obsessed with older women that child. At least if they were younger, we wouldn’t have to worry about them ovulating nd turning their eggs into relatives of ours.” Bernard lightly patted her forehead and forced her to sit up. “Get up and tell us about your day and stop making trouble for your brother.” Not happy that her relaxation therapy was cut short, Natasha mumbled something under her breath in protest and sat up between her parents. “It wasn’t that bad actually,” she said.