Diaper Poop Novels & Stories

she grins. “Awww doll he smells” Dan whines. “Yeah poop usually does. He’s your son, you’re already holding him, have fun” she grins. I can’t help but smile. “Get a grip Dan, it’s a baby’s diaper” Jake laughs. Dan sets out the changing stuff on the floor, and takes off Finn’s trousers and opens his diaper up. The smell is horrendous…. Knox, Jake, Gabe and Manuel are instantly looking like they want to throw up, gagging….. covering their mouths. I can see Dan holding his breath as he deals with the mess in his son’s diaper…..

Emilia was like all babies really, all she really did was eat, sleep, poop and cry and Emilia took each and every one of her tasks seriously. She ate a lot, she went through bottles and bottles of milk that even her donor's milk couldn't sustain her, they had to supplement with formula. She slept a lot during the day, so long as nobody in the house made a noise, she would have her nap times uninterrupted. She equally pooped a lot, the first time Gabriel had to change her diaper, he was mortified. He had called the doctor, was baby poop supposed to be green?! The doctor said it was normal. And the smell! Oh the smell also got everywhere, her smelly diapers were a menace enough for his delicat

Elliot sat beside Lewis, his round eyes staring at Lewis and Josephine. It was an oddly familiar look that snapped Josephine to her senses. She hurriedly picked Elliot up and asked, "Do you have any diapers here?" "Yeah, I'll get them." Lewis went upstairs and returned in a flash with a pack of diapers. He then handed one diaper to Josephine. Josephine replaced Elliot's diaper with extreme agility, folded the dirty diaper, and tossed it into the trash can. "I wonder who he's taking after. He silently stares at people every time he poops in his diaper," Josephine said. That was when she whipped her head around to ask, "Why do I feel like he learned that from you?"

I reach in to grab her, and she cringes. “Stop that, let me help you out,” I say to her. I reach in and pull her out of the crib. I cradle her in my arms. “You okay?” I ask her. “No, I think I am going to puke,” she says. I take her into the bathroom. I sit her down in front of the toilet. “I have to pee,” she says. “Use your diaper,” I say to her. She looks down and realizes she has a diaper on. She looks at me.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she noticed Lucas changing the diaper for the baby, so she headed his way. The baby's first stool was black and smelly. It stank so much that Chelsey couldn't stand the smell. However, Lucas appeared unaffected by it. He even reopened the used diaper for her to see. "Look," he said. "The baby just pooped. It's fresh." The pungent odor invaded Chelsey's senses. It was so awful that she almost puked. Help! Why did he have to show it to her? The baby was adorable. There was no way his waste was so disgusting.

“I’ve seen it all!” My hand rested on my belly as the babies started kicking. Slowly, rubbing up and down, it felt so natural, so peaceful. “Okay. The next game will take a little bit so its is the last game.” Jo walked over to the corner and came out with a large tray. Six diapers were opened with what looked like different colored poop on them. “On these diapers is traditional baby food. The object is simple. Guess the food.” Setting it down on the counter, she picked up notepads. “Here is some paper. Write 1-8 down and start guessing!”

"Then it’s a good thing that I offered to do all the poop diapers. And, honestly, you’re used to dogshit, Cyrus. A baby’s diaper is nothing compared to that." Grandma April sighed, "can you all stop the poo-talk. We have a baby to admire." Everyone listened to grandma April and looked at our baby. Mom and dad were right. We were blessed.

"You're wearing diapers. Just poop in the pampers." "Daddy, that's disgusting. Mommy says I have to start learning to poop in the bathroom." Harriet can already pee in the bathroom, but not for poop. Pooping on the toilet seat is still hard for her so she still has to learn. And tonight she suddenly wanted to do it again. Now Harriet got out of bed, and she grabbed Sean's hand. "Come on, quickly! I can not stand." Sean rubbed his heavy eyes, then couldn't help but get up from his lying position. "Why do you have to learn to poop in the toilet now? Why not tomorrow?"

"Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle of the night every single day, but she does. She has your stubborn spirit. But yes, there's poop involved. Quite a lot of it, in fact, and I'm going to be late for work if I deal with it myself." Marcus groans again, already heading up the stairs.

She whispered fighting back tears. Chance smiled at her, unable to stop the smile, or the warm feeling on his chest. Michael scrunched up on Chance’s chest and made a squeaking sound. The scent hit him at the same time that his hand under the little guy’s diaper suddenly felt warm. Rye and Chance looked at each other as they both started to laugh. “Dude, that is rank!” Chance told the baby who was asleep with a contented smile on his face. “Formula poop.” Rye said as she stood up to change his diaper.