Diaper Poop Novels & Stories

he shrugged, not doing a good job hiding his laughter. “She’s washing up and changing clothes after projectile baby poop.” I nodded, well aware of how that kind of incident could occur. I’ve seen it more than enough times in the five years since Gwen and Christina were born. And it’s not just my nieces, of course. I’ve seen this happen with others. Tie was a victim of a double hit of pee and poop when changing Thales once. It’s only funny when it happens to someone else. Thankfully it’s never occurred to me. I’m skilled at changing a diaper efficiently to get it cleaned up and into a fresh one before they can get me.

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

However, Bubbles… Pooped. The little kid wasn’t wearing any pants. Her original pants were used as a medium to get into the Undying Clan’s base. After that, her pants turned into dust. Later, Alex was too busy escaping to put diapers on for her. Great. Now, she had pooped all over her father’s neck. “Ahh— “You really are my biological daughter!” Alex exclaimed.

“Those depend on weight but seeing as they are three months you’re probably going to be looking at size two unless you’re going cloth.” I shook my head. “Then Auri would be remiss for me to not tell you to get one of those diaper trash cans. She said there was no way she was taking out the trash every time of them pooped, especially with two. Those trash cans reduce odor are a must even if others say it isn’t.” “I…thank you…” Standing up, Hector ruffled my hair and I wrinkled my nose. “You have elders who either have helped raise kids or have kids of their own. Bryan may have you buy a ton of pool noodles for safety but he would be the one to talk to about baby proofing.”

He folded, tucked, and secured the diaper so perfectly it looked like it had been ironed. "Done," Alexander announced, stepping back. "Done!" Christian shouted a second later. Damien walked over to inspect. "Christian... solid. Functional. A bit tight, the kid might lose circulation in the left leg, but secure." He moved to Alexander. "Symmetrical," Damien noted. "Aerodynamic. And... did you double knot the tabs?" "It prevents leakage," Alexander said seriously. "Winner!" Damien declared. "Alexander Grayson, Diaper King." I laughed so hard I snorted. Alexander walked back to me, looking inordinately pleased with himself as he retrieved his jacket.

“I’m your dad. Sorry, I’m not some action movie star or a prince or something, but I promise I will love you with every inch of my being. I will protect you and love you until the end of time.” Alexander responded by letting out a large wet fart. Great, my son didn’t like my speech, I chuckled to myself. “Sounds like someone needs a diaper change,” Nina laughed. “You think so?” I smirked. “Come, I’ll show you,” Nina declared. We walked over to the change table, and I laid Alexander down. “The first poop always is a shocker,” Nina informed. “It looks like black tar.”

On my other side, Cathy was flipping through a parenting magazine, occasionally making alarmed noises. "Did you know babies can go through up to 12 diapers a day?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That's like, what, 4,380 diapers a year? You guys are going to need a diaper room, not just a changing table." Taylor, who had been quietly working on his tablet, looked up with a frown. "Actually, it would be 4,380 diapers in 365 days, assuming the maximum of 12 diapers per day. However, the average is closer to 8 diapers a day for newborns, decreasing as they get older. So a more accurate estimate for the first year would be—"

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

Taking both her little legs into one hand I lifted her gently and of course it was all over her vest and her back and it was yellow. Placing her pacifier in her mouth I went to work. Took out a new pair of pajamas for her and undressed her from the one that was covered in her poop. I had her in my arms so I wiped the rest of the poop that was on her back and surprisingly she laid still. Usually she would move or start crying because of the wipe that is cold. I moved the poopy onesie to the side away from her reach and took one of her towels and laid it on the bed and laid her on top of it.

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."