Diapered For Bed Novels & Stories

“Maybe I’ll simply force you to make dinner for a whole week? “That’s more a punishment for you than for me,” I laughed, and she groaned. She obviously didn’t think that through. “Diapers! You’ll have to change the diapers for three whole months.” “No way!” I exclaimed in horror. “That’s not fun at all.” “Who said it was supposed to be fun?” she snickered, and I pouted again. “I like the bed activity kind of punishment better,” I mumbled. “That’s for when you behave well.”

Soft mattress under my back. Hands, careful,and impersonalremoved my shoes. My jeans. The top I had worn to the pastry shop. A cool cloth passed over my face, taking away the sticky feeling of dried tears and makeup. Curtains whispered shut. A blanket settled over me. Footsteps retreated. I tried to open my eyes once and only managed a slit of darkness before sleep pulled me under completely.

“We do not put diapers on them at home, just normal panties and keep on changing as and when they get dirty. Too much diaper is not healthy, isn’t it?” “But here they are in diapers?” Kira continued. “Yes, miss,” the nanny nodded. “Sometimes only a few panties are needed, but sometimes, they can raise a pile of fifty,” she chuckled, “so, out of home, we prefer diapers. Don’t have time or people to wash the soiled clothes.” Kira nodded, understandably. As the nanny waited politely for Kira to ask any more questions, Jared’s eyes glowed and he growled loudly, making Kira and the nanny jump, and Jayden cry.

* Dre climbs onto the bed, the mattress dips under her weight as she settles at the other end. She lies flat on her back with no covers, just smooth skin and pyjamas that barely cover a thing. I exhale slowly and quietly, forcing myself to look anywhere else. I keep the duvet pulled up to my chest, hiding how painfully hard I am. “Are you really sleeping in the robe?” She mutters, turning onto her side to face me. I shrug, lying through my teeth. “Yeah. It’s kinda cold.” She gives me a look. “Cold? The air is humid.”

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.

Dante asks joining us in the room. We nod at him as he begins gathering up the diaper bag and one of the travel bassinets. Then, he glances at me and sighs before setting the stuff down again. When I give him a questioning look he just gestures to me and taps his foot with an amused smile on his face. Looking down, I gasp, I am still in my pajamas from last night! I guess I am not quite ready to go yet. The twins are though!

II Grazziena woke up naked down below her bed. Slowly, she crawls going out of the bed’s bottom, and rolled up the mat made of colored abaca. She make it a point to always lay the mat down below her bed before going to sleep as she knows she will be needing it when midnight falls.

I moved the poopy onesie to the side away from her reach and took one of her towels and laid it on the bed and laid her on top of it. “Oh now you are laughing because mamma has to clean your poopies.” I said taking off her nappy and replacing it with a clean one. “Why is your tummy loose, you didn’t eat anything bad or disgusting.” I said dressing her in a long sleeve bodysuit covered in elephants with a brown fleece hooded footie romper.

I noticed her shirt was dirty, so I gently removed it. Then I took off her shoes and pants. The only thing she still had on was a pair of white, lacy panties. My hands were shaking as I adjusted her naked body into a more comfortable position on the bed, pulling the covers over her. Removing my shirt, I climbed into bed with my daughter, completely naked. Nestling up behind her, I pressed my bare cock against her panty-covered ass. Wrapping an arm across her stomach, I hugged her. I wanted to be close to her. I felt overwhelmingly protective of her suddenly.

Diana I step into the spacious closet, my fingers trailing over the soft fabrics of the clothes hanging neatly in rows. It's strange to think that these items are meant for me, chosen with care by Dominicus. The thought sends a flutter through my stomach as I select a comfortable pajama set – silky shorts and a matching camisole top. Returning to the bedroom, I freeze in my tracks. The enormous bed dominates the space, piled high with fluffy pillows and covered in luxurious sheets. It looks impossibly inviting, but as I stare at it, the reality of the situation crashes over me like a wave.