Diaper Regression Stories Novels & Stories

It was just that right now her body felt odd. Reggie showed incredible patience. He handled most of the diaper changes, never complaining even when Isla had explosive moments that left him covered with poop. He would clean her up with gentle hands, talking to her softly the whole time. “It’s okay, little one. Daddy’s got you. We’re going to get you all clean and cozy again.”

Sometimes, he’d wake just to check if she was breathing fine, or if the babies needed anything. Every morning, the twins’ cries would fill the room — one loud and demanding, the other soft and sleepy. Regan would always rush first, though his diaper skills were… questionable at best. “Ah, Regan! Not again!” Kemi burst into laughter one morning as she caught him putting the diaper on backward. Regan groaned, “How hard can this possibly be?” Kemi smirked, folding her arms. “Apparently harder than running a multimillion-naira company.”

Elijah POV. After Heath and his mommy left Toby was deep in his headspace, having Heath over definitely helped him regress a little. The other boy had a hard first but now he's a mommy's little boy, they played together until it was lunchtime and changing time, Toby was still shy about being changed or using his diaper but he'll get used to it.

They were captioned with ‘Sleep While The Monster’s Asleep’ which had us all chuckling. There was a picture of Dad with puke all over his dress shirt. It was captioned ‘Don’t Forget the Burp Rag.’ That was a good note for Ezra and us. There was another picture of Dad changing me with something all over his face. I assumed it was my piss. Oh, that was priceless. It was captioned with ‘Don’t Think You’re Faster Than The Pup.’ “When you change a boy’s diaper, you need to lay something like a wipe over his crotch, or you’ll figure out how nasty their piss tastes,” Dad explained, glaring at me. I just shrugged because it was a learning experience.

Summer shrugged with an innocent face. While the corner of Kendrick's lips twitched, she continued, "Aside from food, you also have to take into account the milk that I've drunk. Because I want to live healthily and grow up quickly, I drink it diligently. Then, you also have to take into account my clothes and other supplies. Oh, and also diapers." Suddenly, Summer lowered her tone. What she wanted to say sounded like a secret. "Back then, when I was a baby, I peed and pooped a lot. Mommy said, I have a sensitive stomach. I used up a lot of diapers. So, if we add up all my expenses, it would be about ...."

Mom is screaming in pain as Dad is telling her to push. “Remind me why I want to have kids again?” I ask, which gains chuckles from everyone around me. “Because Death says we have to. At least we guys get to enjoy the fun part and not have to deal with the pain of delivering the baby.” Kai replies, and I slap him upside the head. “I’m so making sure you have to change a blowout diaper,” I tell him with a grin. “What’s a blowout diaper?” Kai asks, horrified. “It’s where the baby’s poop explodes out of its diaper. It’s messy and stinky. You usually have to clean the baby in the bath.” I inform him as I watch Kai’s face twist in disgust.

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.

"For the most part, diapers are all the same until they're mobile. How much does he weigh?" She digs around in her purse. "I have the hospital discharge papers right here!" She pulls them out and reads through them. "Okay. It says he's eleven pounds, thirteen ounces." "I would get size two. He's still a little small for them, but my sister always says she'd rather have them in diapers too big than have a stack they grew out of. Says it's like staring at a pile of money she's not allowed to spend." "Okay. Do you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?" she asks sheepishly. "I promise I'm not asking you to pay for my stuff. I was trying so hard to figure out this formula thing, I forgot to get on

“Honey, I’m home.” I laugh out loud as he slams into me again. Fairy tales do come true. Super heroes are real. Epilogue Five years later. “A h , baby, careful.” I run to the bottom of the stairs as the little diaper behind tries to climb up. I pick her up and put her onto my hip. Molly is two, cheeky as hell, and into everything… just like her dad. She squeals in delight and tries to wriggle free.

I can't imagine this guy dealing with a shit problem, it's so funny. "I told you so," I laugh even harder, Theo just looks at me as I try to stop myself, "And, sadly, there's no way to stop those things from happening, it's something you learn with experience. But just so you know, never leave a child without a diaper unsupervised. The cool air makes them release their sphincters or something. I can't even tell you the amount of times Beau peed on me." "I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one," he says with a smile, "How old were you when you had to completely take care of Beau?"