Diaper Regression Stories Novels & Stories

That was a given. "Please go to beddy by" begs Donovan. Nothing was working. At last a horrid smell comes from his son. "Really dude?" groans Donovan. He could tell this was going to be one long night. He rushes to the changing station once again. It amazed him to see how many diapers that his little man could go through! He was going to lose millions to Pampers. He quickly changes his son. Then the crying fest still went on strong. This little man was not giving up. Donovan did not know what his son wanted.

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.

I could not help the soft laugh that escaped. Sprawled on the floor, having gone through all the paper bags. Once again I was in tears, shaking hand over my mouth. Hendrix bought different brands and different sizes of diapers because he was not sure which was suitable. A large pile of clothes and baby products sat next to me. He even bought different kinds of formulas and a machine to which I unboxed and pulled out the manual to weep even more. It was a baby formula making machine. Warmth spread in my chest, not sure how I could thank him.

Emily was in class, everything was normal until she felt the urge to pee, she didn't want to go, she isn't allowed to use the bathroom anymore, she has to use her diaper or call for her mama. She didn't want to feel little in that particular moment, she decided to hold it in, but holding it in turned out to be really hard, her stomach started to hurt, she ignored the pain, but the pain only got worse.

Then, George went to look for Christin and Candy. Tianna, who was two years old, already knew that she had to tell the adults if she wanted to go to the toilet. Naturally, she would not need to wear a diaper anymore. However, Oreo was still a baby. Although Sigrid felt that Oreo had always been quiet and looked much more mature than other children, it was obvious that he was still just a month-old baby. When she took off his pants, she realized that his diaper indeed needed to be changed. Sigrid took out a new diaper. She first wiped Oreo's butt, then opened the new diaper and laid Oreo down on it.

The first thing Adrian woke up to in the morning is his son shouting, “No! No!” He knew what his son was refusing without getting out of bed. Diaper. Aaron hates it with passion. “Come here, baby. You should wear it,” Adrian heard his mom pleading her grandson to wear a diaper. “NO! Gran,” he was louder than Adrian heard from his room. “What is your problem?” He questioned his son as he laid down on the couch in the living room.

They didn't understand when we told them that it probably wasn't a good idea to take Noelle for a ride in the wagon just yet. It was that afternoon that I had my next lesson in fatherhood...changing the diaper. This is a process that while second nature to female of the species, is a definite test of the male's dexterity and commitment to their offspring. I learned early on that it is a good idea to have a fresh roll of duct tape close at hand to insure a successful completion of this exercise.

“After hearing about their love life, I think those two would have a million kids by now if Courtney let them. She made him wait until Calum was out of diapers before they started trying again.” “Diapers,” I repeated in horror. I forgot about diapers. Calum had some nasty ass diapers. They would stink up the entire packhouse. Courtney tried to get me to change him once, but I threw up before I could even get the thing open all the way. Blood and c***e; easy. St-filled diapers; hard as hell. I’ll find a way to manage, though. I won’t make Vivian handle all the diapers herself. They make masks for those kinds of things, right?

Andrew explained then clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s now when kids start to get fun. He’s starting to talk and he can walk more or less, which means you can take him out to the park and actually play with him,” Andrew finished and James felt a smile break out on his face. He did have a point there. The whole crying and dirty diaper thing didn’t really seem like something great. He remembered how Tony and Lizzy looked those first few months that Matt was born, tired, cranky, and just plain beaten down.

"We got to change you first." He opened up the heavy overnight diaper. "Dude, that's a lot of pee. How many beers did you have last night?" The baby squeaked and squealed as if trying to answer his dad's question. Then he giggled. At his youngest son, he gave a big hug and hoped that one day he would have many more babies with Safira.