Diaper Regression Stories Novels & Stories

I inquired as we both sat down on the stool, waiting for the nurse. She sighed, she looked visibly exhausted with eye bags under her eyes.“ He has a cold, slight fever and diaper rash.” “ Diaper rash? Why the fuck will he have diaper rash? Did you use a different brand of diaper on him again?" I creased my brows. " I used a different brand.” She admitted, her eyes going over to Rowan and a hint of regret in them. " Why would you do that? I give you enough money to get his diapers.” This was the second time this had happened. Last time her excuse was that the diapers were expensive and so she got a cheaper one, as a result our child developed a rash.

Marcus murmured, watching them. "I have no idea what I'm doing." "Neither does she. You're figuring it out together." After the feed, Marcus insisted on doing the first diaper change. It was a comedy of errors. The tiny diaper seemed impossibly small and complicated. The baby, objecting to the sudden exposure, wailed with impressive lung power. He fumbled with the tabs, got them crooked, had to start over. Keira, weak with exhaustion and holding back laughter, watched him panic. When he finally succeeded, triumphantly holding up the soiled diaper like a trophy, they both collapsed into helpless, silent giggles, tears streaming down their faces, the baby staring up at them with what looked li

She even looked at me in slight disbelief and asked, "Is such a thing really possible? I'd only read about a case like that in a medical journal, and it had only gotten slightly bigger than normal. It's not as exaggerated as you claim yours is. Are you sure you're not exaggerating?" When I saw that Diana was a little doubtful, I quickly said, "No, I'm telling the truth! It keeps growing bigger every day! I'm even worried that I won't be able to wear regular pants out anymore if things go on like this!" "Alright, then, take it out of your pants and show it to me," she said.

she said, adding, “You know, diaper duty will be part of the deal. You’ll have to learn eventually.” “True. Is there a class I should take or is it pretty self-explanatory?” “It’s not that hard, I promise. I’m sure you can figure it out but I’ll let you off the hook for now.” “Thanks,” he said, smiling. Finally, his cock had settled down — talking about changing potentially poopy diapers had definitely helped — and he could breathe easier. “Salad’s done,” he announced with flourish. He was pretty proud of his greens, if he did say so himself.