Diaper Regression Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

"Where is it all coming from?" Emily asked. Her piss still arcing up and splashing her legs, her father. "I can't even imagine," Pamela said. No one tried to cover themselves up. Whatever hopes they had of dignity had been pissed away. "Dean down at the health shop said it was some kind of cleanser. I had no idea." "Hon, I think you should demand a refund," Dominic said. The three of them laughed. Gradually, they all stopped peeing.