Diapered For Bed Novels & Stories

“Why did you wake up? do you need more pain meds?” “I...you were not in bed. I feel...better with you in bed.” His voice cracked a bit as he nuzzled closer into my pillow and let my arm drape over his body. His leg slipped between mine, fitting us like the perfect jigsaw puzzle. “Shh...you’re safe now. I’m here for you. Go back to sleep. We can talk in the morning.” I could feel that he was breaking in my arms, but I was not going to let him deal with it when he was not ready. “Sleep, baby, I got you...”

Liamee says as she presses a couple buttons. After a few beeps, a compartment opens, and she pulls out some folded clothes. "These will be much more comfortable for you to sleep in," Liamee says as she comes to deposit the red pajamas on my crinkled bed. "Thank you," I reply, still feeling embarrassed, and she nods.

he asks. He removes the lock from the top of my bed and pushed it back. He reaches in to pull me out. I grab onto him. Man, he is strong. I do not fight him. I have to be good, so he will not spank me. “I am exhausted,” I say. He takes me over to the table and lays me down on it. He pulls the diaper off and washes me. Oh man, that feels so good. I moan. He grabs a pull-up instead of a diaper.

Aria The next morning I wake up to the gentle cries of the baby. I sit up, looking over at him. I must have dozed off. He lays inside a clothes basket padded with blankets and stares up at me. He is swaddled in an old t-shirt of mine that is soft from years of use, because I had nothing for him to wear. One of Maddy's old shirt is tucked around his bottom as a make shift diaper. He has gone through three shirt diapers and two blankets in the barely two hours I have been home with him.

That’s going to be fun to deal with in the future… I wonder how we should handle that? Conor helped me change Alexander’s diaper and then into the slightly big but soft outfit. I rose quietly with Alexander sleeping soundly. I walked around to a smaller cot that had been made for him. I gently laid him down and tucked him in under the warm blanket that Joanne had made using the comforter that we brought from the bed in apartments. I cast a small seal over him so we wouldn’t wake him up.

“So then we’ll finish dinner and have an early night.” I take mine and switch the movie back on. *** We’re still moving around each other like the news of the baby is glass by the time we’re getting ready for bed. We brush our teeth in quiet unison. Dante strips off most of his clothes and falls into the sheets in a pair of boxers. I change into one of his T-shirts from his football days, even bigger on me than most of his clothes, and a pair of clean panties. The wide, white bandage on my ribs crinkles slightly as I do. It’s such a shallow cut that it feels silly to keep bandaging, but Adelaide was very specific. I crawl into bed next to him.

He immediately perked up and nervously pulled her into his arms. "I… I soiled the sheets." Pouting, she blushed and rubbed her nose against his chest dejectedly. "The bedsheet, blanket, and my nightdress are soiled. I feel horrible. It's so annoying!" "Soiled? How?" Jasper wasn't fully awake. Failing to connect the dots, he looked astonished and said in all seriousness, "Did you… wet the bed?"

He's only wearing a diaper, and he feels hot to the touch. "Oh Jesus, you're burning up," I mumble as I lift him into my arms, concern etched on my face. I check his diaper and notice it's overflowing with pee. "God damn it. I'm so sorry, son," I apologize softly as I lay him on my bed and quickly gather wipes and a fresh diaper. I take my time bathing him, ensuring he's comfortable in his baby tub. He visibly relaxes in my arms, the tension easing from his little body.

But why? The next morning came too early as I barely slept last night. Dax was moving around, and I just wanted to sleep. Eventually, I pushed him off me and curled in the fetal position and tucked the covers all around me. He laughed the whole way to the bathroom. I managed to fall back asleep for awhile as he got ready for the day. Since we were still having a lazy day, or I was anyway, he was dressed in shorts and a tank top. Damn, if he wasn’t mouth watering.

He came in running into my room, got me out of the bed asking if I had a nice nap. "Stwill sweepy..." I whine and hit the bed not feeling like I slept well which makes me even more cranky. Feeling this way makes me want to fight everything starting off with the diaper, I don't want to wear it. I kicked my feet as he tried to get me into a new clean one giving him hard time trying to put it on me. Still he managed to get it on me, calling me fussy girl, he carried me downstairs and turned the TV on, something I turn out to enjoy in my staying here.