Diaper Story Novels & Stories

The twenty-two-year-old Mason stuffed his hand in his pockets nonchalantly and nodded. Then, he saw the period diaper the cashier was talking about and frowned involuntarily, “Why does it look the same as a baby diaper?” The other cashier kept promoting the stuff to him. “It’ll keep her bed clean, no matter how she rolls in her sleep. She’s gonna want to use it again in the future. Guaranteed!” Then, he pondered for a while. Perhaps the cashier was right. It could be a good choice for the crybaby waiting for him outside. However, he kept his cool, distant demeanor and didn’t keep the conversation going.

Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."

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.

I heard him groan, and walked over to stand in front of him, not minding that my dress was getting drenched under the shower. His eyes ravaged my body, resting on my boobs, and the way the water made my nipples poke out of my dress. I wanted him to touch them so bad, but he folded his palms and turned away. “Lora, you should leave.” “But you need my help..” I slowly wrapped my palm around his hard cock, unable to cover it completely, and a soft groan escaped his throat. “I will never ask again if you just let me help you this once. I'll be a good girl for you, daddy.” I ran my tongue along my lip, and started to stroke him slowly.

She had just been transferred from the eastern part of the country to the northern part, so she came with her one year old daughter. Her daughter had diarrhea and that caused the woman to exhaust the toiletries she was with. She could not find where to buy toiletries as there were no shops selling toiletries around where she was. It happened that the pieces of paper she had ignorantly picked, was a portion of the Muslim holy book.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Spent on the closet floor. The trip ended. But the watching continued at home. Closet in bedroom. Strangers or friends. Always me watching.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

Baby war whoops are highly on-brand. "Vandaulf, she isn't even born yet." "And yet she already commands my wallet." Back at home, they were greeted in the front hall by Brenna, bearing a diaper caddy with divisions marked: "Emergency Snacks," "Butt Balm," and "For Daddy's Tears." "You purchased a diaper organizer?" Lily laughed, hugging her. "I did it," Brenna said, beaming. "You never know when a breakdown—or a blowout—will hit."

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.