Diaper Mommy Novels & Stories

“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?” The words didn’t come out very convincingly, but there was just enough determination to keep going. After a few clumsy attempts—wipes out of order, diaper on backwards, and a near disaster with the cream—I finally managed to change him. Clean diaper, dry body, and he now looked content. His eyes were beginning to get heavy again, eyelids slowly drooping as he let out soft sighs, pressing his little face against my chest.

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

"Hey, those tiny creatures are fragile. I watched a video where a guy swaddled his baby like a burrito, and now the kid won't stop screaming in Spanish." She nearly chokes on her laughter, clutching her stomach. "You're ridiculous!" "I'm committed," I correct, stealing the spoon back and gently blowing on the next bite like an overachieving nanny. "Open up, mama bear." She narrows her eyes. "Keep this up and I'll actually make you wear a diaper bag across your chest in public." I grin. "Joke's on you. I already bought one. It's leather. Alpha-style." "Goddess help this baby," she mutters, taking the bite anyway. "Stuck with two chaotic parents."

Six weeks of being a big sister had worn thin on some days. Giuliana spit up down my shoulder. Again. I didn’t even flinch anymore. Spit-up was just part of my wardrobe now. “I’ve got Matteo,” Alessandro called from the nursery. “Can you change him too?” “Already done.” “You’re my favorite person.” “You say that now. Wait until I tell you we’re out of diapers.” “We can’t be out of diapers.” “We’re definitely out of diapers.” I closed my eyes. Six weeks postpartum and I was surviving on three hours of sleep and pure spite.

I didn’t intend to sound so soft though but that’s by the way. “Okay, mom.” She replied, looking more calm than compared to earlier. “Remember, the diaper is our little secret. Don’t tell your daddy, okay?” I added, more tone stern and she nodded eagerly. It helped that she enjoyed us having moments alone like this, so she always listened to what I said. I didn’t need Hudson finding out about the diaper just yet, I couldn’t predict how he would react to it. So for now, better to keep him in the dark.

I ended up falling asleep right away in her arms, I felt a paci being placed in my mouth which I took happily, I only woke up to her shaking me awake and telling me it's time to wake up. "Good morning Kitten it's time to wake up now" she says in her mommy's voice, I open one eye while the other refuses to fully open. She went to get my clothes ready for today, while she worked, I moved in bed turning around and yawning like a lazy cat. The second I moved I felt how warm the diaper is, I haven't gone to the bathroom before bed, I had an accident. I spat the paci out and tried to skip to the bathroom and take it off on my own, but mommy had other ideas, she had me pinned on the bed while she c

Not a plain one, of course, one with a soft cushion, and fairy light to keep them safe. My mommy part which is more of me, wants our baby to be just an isty-bitsy baby, most puppies I met wanted to have full freedom to run around, while I want to cuddle them, carry them around and maybe breastfeed. It's not weird for mommies to do so, and diapers are a most.

"Back then, Mommy was too busy. So, Mommy always rushed every time she went shopping. Grandma said Mommy once took the old man diapers for us when we were babies." Frank chuckled at the thought. Even though there was pain in the heavy part of his heart, he tried to brush it off. "Your idea is truly extraordinary, Kara. Mothers all over the world will definitely d******d your application," he praised with a sincere nod. "Do you want to make that application for Mommy, Daddy?" Emily tilted her head. Maintaining his smile, Frank nodded. "Yes, Daddy will prepare a team to help Mommy realize her dream, initial funds, and a special work space."

“You won’t need anything fancy like a diaper genie, or one of those jogger strollers, or even a diaper warmer. You’ll never use it and it’ll just clutter the place up. All you really need is the basics- clothes, diapers and a whole lot of love. And I think you guys have that last one down already.” I take one last bite of the coleslaw and push it away, “thanks. I was a little worried about.. all of this. It’s scary,” I admit, rubbing my stomach absentmindedly. “I don’t know how to be a mom. Hell, I can’t even put the crib together.”

She asked with looks that seemed as if she was about to cry. " Can I do it for my mommy?" Beauty asked again while the rest of them hurriedly walked up. " Can I carry the water for mommy?" Kia asked. " No! I want to do that for mommy!" Kia asked again." No, kids, it's fine. I will make sure to do that myself okay? Just get me a towel" she said while the three of them rushed off to find the towel. They all loved their mother and would not want anything to happen to her.