Diaper Regression Story Novels & Stories

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.

Rivera had cleared me at my two-week checkup. "Everything looks good," she'd said. "You're healing well. Any questions?" "When does the exhaustion end?" She'd laughed. "Around eighteen years." --- Sarah came over with Claire one morning, bearing coffee and sympathy. "It gets easier," she promised, watching me struggle with a particularly difficult diaper change. "When?" "Six weeks was the turning point for us. Claire started sleeping longer stretches. My hormones leveled out. I felt almost human again." "I'll hold you to that."

Then, the smell hit us. "Oh," Noah said, freezing. "That's... distinct." "Your turn, support staff," I grinned sleepily. The first diaper change was a comedy of errors. The meconium was like tar. Noah used approximately fourteen wipes. He put the new diaper on backward, realized it, and had to start over. But he did it. He cleaned her, swaddled her (badly, but effectively), and rocked her back to sleep. "We kept her alive for four hours," he announced, looking proud.

grandma says, there were more whispers before she finally left the party, grandma turned to me kissing my cheeks. "That's my good girl" she says making giggle, the giggling, juice and everything, I felt like I need to pee al of the sudden, I haven't went potty since the party started, I looked at grandma with red face before I felt myself go, my pull-ups aren't as absorbent as a diaper, I'm too big for diaper now, I felt tears gathering in my eyes.

"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

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.

In the clinic, we had pads underneath her that they kept on changing and her diet was mostly made of liquids. "Come on Melody, let's go change you," I says, picking her up, she doesn't like this feeling, but she wasn't in trouble, it's normal, we all knew we'll have to change her, and she clearly isn't enjoying the feeling. Melody kept crying through the whole trip back up to her room, where I took her new clothes off, followed by the dirty diaper, and wiped her skin clean, making sure to add cream and powder to avoid any kind of rashes, and finally I dressed her back again, it wasn't so hard.

When we made it home, daddy checked my pull-up, when he saw it clean he asked me about it. "Did you change it princess?" he asks, I couldn't lie since he'll notice my bagpack was empty, so I nodded. "Good girl princess, do you want to say in this or change to a diapee?" he asks me again, what's with them today and talking about my undergarment choice. "Change please," I say too scared of having another accident, this time mama took over to change me, my clothes were off and changed to just a onesie with the words "Mommy's girl" on it.

He changed my daily pull-up to nighttime diaper, this is our new routine, sometimes I'll wet them others I won't depend on the day. When I came back Augie was dressed similar to me, but his face was clean now, but he looked cute with makeup on, we still wanted to play, we even made Julia and Justin to play along with us. Daddy and Hazel had us held in their laps while we played all together, I did a mistake once, it was the wrong choice to do, but now this me and daddy it's the best decision I've ever made.