Diapered For Bed Novels & Stories

He carried me up to a big room with a giant bed on it, this must be their room, Kennedy, I mean mommy got in next after us. “We’re working on your room little one but for now you’ll stay with us” she says and began to undress me, I blushed like crazy at being naked in front of two strangers. Mommy looked at my bum and princess part then turned to daddy, they shared a look before they went and got some kind of cream, mommy spread a generous amount of cream on my sensitive skin before taping a thick diaper around my waist making me blush again. I’ve never worn a diaper before, for clothing choices she got me a onesie and some high knee socks and that’s it.

"Okay, that's enough, you're scaring him!" "I'm scaring him?" The woman laughed bitterly. "I hate it when you treat him like this." "It's just pee, why are you making it seem as if he's done something wrong?" "Because he is eight and eight-year-olds shouldn't be wetting the bed whenever they fall asleep!" "Then get diapers." "W-What??" Elaina couldn't believe her ears. "Diapers? For an eight-year-old?" "Isn't it because you get to wash the sheets every morning. I'll do it from here onwards so stop yelling at my son and leave him alone, he will stop wetting the bed when he is old enough to control his bladder while sleeping."

Ooops!! Somehow I managed to make it back to my little mansion. First, I placed the bucket of water down, then carefully brought my baby down from my back. I changed his butt; he was damn soaked from last night. I usually wake up at night to change napkins, but I had none. He was so relaxed and didn't even cry. I am sure he really needed the bath. I applied perfumed jelly cream to his soft skin so he would be nice and fresh for the day.

I would do everything to protect her. It was a sunny morning. I woke up when I heard Jean’s cry. I rushed to get up even though my body still felt tired and my eyes were still reluctant to open. But Jean was the main one. I rushed over to her bed and calmed her down. I opened the blanket that covered her tiny body. It turned out that her diapers were so full that urine-soaked her pajamas.

I let out a long breath, got up from my bed, slipped out of my nightdress and walked into my bathroom to have a hot shower. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Two hours later, a happy smile was on my face as I walked down the pavement leading to my apartment building, thinking about how I was going to spend my evening. I was going to make good use of my new strawberry bath bomb, lavender sea salt and coconut oil. Then I’d talk to my mom and Aria before calling it a night with popcorn coated in melted chocolate while I watched Gilmore Girls.

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

She would definitely struggle when she got up later. I had been meaning to get up for coffee, but I was mesmerized by her. She was sleeping on her stomach, with her hair spread out. She said she felt cold last night, so I got up and grabbed a t-shirt from the closet. I dressed her and refused to touch her underwear. In this bed, we sleep naked. I already broke that rule when I dressed her. I was afraid she might catch pneumonia.

Even a pair of clothes in case she ended up spoiling the dress she was wearing. "I have packed your favorite chocolates and cookies, and here, I have also packed your favorite orange juice. Just like you have chosen, I have also packed the dresses which you asked for." "What is that?", She asked, pointing her finger. "This is a diaper, in case… "I don't pee in my pant.", She said, making cute faces. "I'm a big girl now. So, please take it out. It's so embarrassing." "But Scar…" "No. I'm not taking that thing with me.", She again cut mom in between. Mom sighed and took out the pamper from the bag.

When she left the bathroom, he was laying out a small rubber mat onto the bed and had her supplies on the bed with the other things. “Is that . . . is that a changing mat?” “Yep. One of the things Gomez bought.” “But . . . you’re not . . . I mean, I don’t wear diapers, Daddy!” “Just protecting the bed in case of accidents.” He looked at her and she saw the amusement on his face. She stomped her foot down. “I don’t have accidents.” “Baby girl, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Turning, he cupped her face between his hands. “Sometimes, Littles have accidents. But Daddy is always here to help them. That’s his job.”

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."