Diaper Poop Novels & Stories

“ I will handle this situation, so make sure to put in a good word for me to your Mom. Lodon nodded his head. “We’ll talk about it when the problem is solved. For now, you should wash Gabby’s butt. I think he pooped.” Caleb frowned as he slowly took off the baby’s diaper. He pursed his lips while looking away. Never in his life had he imagined doing such a thing. “Uncle, you should focus. You’re going to stain the covers with poop if you look away like that,” Paris suggested. “Ugh… Do you guys realize this smells so bad?”

She tells him and he leaves to discuss with Jason. Maria then prepares the twins for an early nap so they don’t disturb Rex in the night, when she noticed a smell from baby one diaper. Unsure if it was just her nose deceiving her, she checks baby two diaper and confirms they had pooped in the diaper but it was a strange kind of poo and smell. “That’s weird… these diapers were just changed a while ago?” She asks herself but shrugs it off thinking it was normal for babies to have such poo with the odor. She proceeded to change their diapers and wait for Rex to come back.

"Are you hungry?" Aaron says to the Baby who's spit was trickling down her chin and cheek from the amount of suckling he was doing. "Definitely hungry" He scrunches his nose when he smells the disgusting smell. "What the...." He pulled the Baby upwards and saw her romper leaking with smelly substance. "Oh noooo~" Aaron whined. "You dirty little Baby! Why did you poop" Aaron softly says and chuckles when the Baby flares her fists around and makes noises which only she can understand.

"Okay. Checklist. Hungry? Just ate. Cold? Wrapped up. Diaper?" I sniffed. "Diaper," I confirmed. I carried her to the changing table. I laid her down on the pad. She screamed, kicking her legs. "I know, it's cold," I soothed, unsnapping the onesie. "I'm sorry. It's a design flaw in the universe." I opened the diaper. It was... impressive. "Wow," I muttered. "You are small but mighty." I grabbed a wipe. Then another. She flailed, nearly kicking the clean diaper off the table. I caught it with my elbow.

“He’s giving those low groans again. I think he’s going to…” All of a sudden, Darian pooped all over his garment and my eyes widened. “Poop.” He completed his statement and we both burst out laughing. Darian looked at us in confusion and suddenly began to laugh too. “I’m so sorry. I should have used his pampers. I had no idea he’d poop again so soon.” I uttered, carefully carrying him away from Randall’s arms. “It’s okay. I’ll just go and wash up.” He responded, holding the helm of his royal garment and lifting it so the poop won’t mess the floor.

she replies, giggling. “What do you mean, poopie?” My brows furrow in confusion. She slightly hits her head, asking, “Oh, Uncle, you don’t know what poopie means?” I shake my head in response. “Poopie means poop, Uncle,” she explains. “Mommy’s friend has gone to the washroom to poop.” I chuckle. “You’re adorable.” I pull her chubby cheek, which elicits a giggle from her. “You know, Uncle, I’m just as adorable as my mommy,” she praises her mommy. “And you know she is the most beautiful, the most intelligent, the hottest, and the best mommy.”

“What do you use to clean a baby’s bottom when they’ve pooped? Wipes, right?” “You've been on about poop for ages! Poppy didn’t poop! She just got her period, you idiot!” I snapped, my voice rising. This guy was impossible. Instead of taking me seriously, he laughed even harder. “It’s pretty much the same! How’s Poppy going to clean up the blood without wipes or tissues? Come on, use your brain! Do you want to swap places? I could take care of Poppy better; I know more about this stuff. She probably wouldn’t even notice I’m not you, since we look so alike.”

I let out one last sigh and then closed my eyes to rest blissfully. *** “All she needs is a new diaper. Stop overreacting, Bryan.” A few weeks into caring for my baby girl, I’ve noticed how active she is. Today, she had played around, laughed and eaten so much that she made a mess of herself all the while I was taking care of Bryan while I made dinner. Bryan was overreacting because of the smell of her poop. He kept screaming my name to do something like it was worse than that. It felt like I was raising two children.

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."

And he was sure that his mom would help him take care of him, she was just upset at the moment. George placed the wailing baby on the couch and braced himself to change the diaper but when he opened and saw the black-greenish stool, he gagged, rushed into the bathroom and puked. From the toilet he could hear the baby continue crying, the cry was getting woarse and woarse until it sounded like he had no voice left. That's when George rushed back. "Hey, hey, little man. I'm sorry." He said. "Daddy is just not used to all of this. I mean with becoming a special agent I should propably get used to seeing horrific things— Not to say that your poop looks horrific but... but... uh..."