Diaper Poop Novels & Stories

Aaron protest. "And no toothpaste is that curvy," I retort back. "Says who? Have you seen all the toothpaste in the world?" "Says me, I have an idea what a toothpaste should look like." "Look at it again it has that..." He's face squeezes as he looks up, I look up too, "now...now it looks like a diaper." I burst out laughing agreeing with him. Our shoepaste is gone and now looks like a full diaper. I turn to look at Aaron and he's looking at me.

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

I cover my mouth in the safety of the bathroom to stop myself from laughing. “No, AHHHH. Sassa, why did you do that? GAIA SHE HAS JUST PUT HER FOOT IN IT. HELP ME!” I crack and burst into laughter. My tummy hurts and tears leave my eyes from laughing so hard. Everything hurts. We had an agreement that whoever is holding them when the time occurs when they poop; it is their responsibility to change them. Well, it so happens I was going to do it, but he insisted on having her back so it sucks to be him having to deal with the poonami.

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

Only then did Sebastian see that both of Sabrina's hands were covered with the baby's yellowish poop. Aino instantly laughed. "Gosh, mom, look at your hands." Sabrina shot a sidelong glance at her daughter in annoyance. "You laugh, but you're just the same as when you were a baby. You are a lot and pooped a lot. You would poop a few times in a day and it's just as yellow as this." Aino immediately held back her laughter. "Mom, is my brother's poop stinky?"

he replied with a reassuring smile “Hmm. I will think about it.” ❤❤❤ “These are his milk and this is his food. Feed him according to this schedule. Understood?” Sofiah told both Danny and Sean. “Yes, ma'am!” they replied with a salute. “If he poops, you wash it and the new diapers already inside the toilet,” she told them. “He-he poop?” Danny asked with wide eyes. Actually, he forgot that he needed to clean the poop. “Of course! Why? You don't want to wash it?” she asked in a cold tone.

After careful inspection, he relaxed, content that her healing was still on track. Pulling the soiled diaper from beneath her, I tucked the ends in and used the tabs to close it tightly. Lightly placing the blanket back over lower half, I gave her skin a moment more to dry completely while I made my way into the laundry room. It wasn't difficult to find the disposal container; however, it did take a moment for me to understand how it worked. Apparently, after dropping the diaper in the top, there was a lever to engage an interior compartment to open, subsequently allowing the soiled diaper to drop to the bottom and close tightly again in the middle. Hmm...clever.

What isn't cute is the smell that is coming off of him. Gross. This is going to be my very first time changing a diaper. I used the watch plenty of tutorials on the Internet; how hard could it be? I carefully lay Nathanial down on the changing table. I unlatch his onesie and take off the flaps of the diaper. The smell of his poop hit me like a truck. My eyes begin to water as the stench fills up the room. Woah. For such a small infant, he makes quite a hefty load. "You're quite a stinky one, aren't you?" I ask in a coddling voice. Nathanial coos in response. Time to get to work.

Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion. "I'll go," I say, rising to my feet. "If I don't get away from this computer for a little bit, I just may launch it across the room." "Thank you. He poops so much, my nose can no longer tell the difference between the smell of poop and baby wipes." "He got his constitution from his daddy!" I pat my belly and give her a big ornery grin. "Yes, he does. Also, I can't believe you just said that, weirdo. His diapers should be in the diaper holder next to the bed. If it's empty, check under his crib."

I drank it in for a moment, my heart swelling. Then the smell hit me. Familiar, unmistakable. My eyes shifted to his diaper. “Have you pooped?” I asked, my tone still light and playful, the smile never leaving my face. I lifted him gently from the crib, bringing my face closer to confirm. The odor was stronger up close. With a soft sigh, I lowered him back down carefully. My gaze moved to the shelf beside my bed where I kept his supplies. The carton of diapers sat there— nearly empty. Only one remained. Relief washed over me, followed quickly by a sharp pang of guilt. You said you were going to restock his things last week.