Diapered For Bed Novels & Stories

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.

She violently startled once again, almost on the verge of crying as she grabbed the covers with shaky hands, pulling them aside. She slowly climbed in at the very edge, almost on the verge of rolling down from the bed as she laid on her back on the pillow and tucked herself in right up to her chin. She continued to tremble. Hands so tightly gripping at those covers as she held them up against her chin as if trying to shield herself away from the monsters under the bed. Or in her case, the monster that was lying on the bed, just a few spaces away from her. "Starting from tomorrow, I expect you to come to bed wearing your usual pyijamas, not...whatever those are,"

From the looks of this collection, the trip to the store would have been sheer torture for Adrian. “Put it on my tab. I haven’t hardly slept in the last three days, and that bed looks like heaven,” I said as I longingly eyed the bed. “Cuddle puddle!” Mateo shouted, diving onto the bed. “Come on, Little Poochie. Let’s tuck you in, so I can be the big spoon,” Adrian mumbled, scooping me into his arms. “How is this going to work? I only have one front and back,” I questioned.

Gave me privacy. I flipped on the nursery light. The room looked normal. Safe. The crib against the wall. The changing table stocked with diapers and wipes. The rocking chair by the window. Everything in its place. I placed Charlotte on the changing table and started undressing her. She was soaked through—diaper, pajamas, even the sleep sack I'd put her in. "Oh, sweetie. You really did a number on yourself." I worked quickly, pulling off the wet clothes. "Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable, okay?"

I say and I grab Baelor first. I take him to the changing table and lay him down, I take of his onesie first and put it in the laundry basket and next I use a wet cloth to wipe down his tummy so he can pee if he wants to, I give him a few minutes and then I take off his diaper and throw it in the diaper genie, I wipe him off with wipes and throw that in the genie too, I put on some fresh clean diapers and a new set of onesies and since it evening and it's starting to get cold I opt for the one that covers his feet.

Both kids scream with excitement. “Yes yes yes!” They both yell then rush over to their drawers and begin to try and pick out clothing. I will likely have to dress them in different things after, but it’s always good to just let them pick out what they’re interested in. And guess what! They don’t need a diaper during the day anymore! Only when they’re sleeping. The only reason I had them in diapers at the birthday party was because with everything that was going on, they would’ve been to excited to even bother telling me they need to go “pee pee” or “poo poo”.

Even when we were half asleep. I shouldn't think about that kind of thing with a baby staring at me. That's kind of creepy, even for me. "Hey, kid," I say. He really is a cute kid. "What are you doing in bed? Aren't you supposed to be in your crib?" He waves his naked arms and legs excitedly, like he's swimming. He's wearing nothing but a diaper. "That exciting, huh?" He squeals. "Tell ya what, why don't we go find Quincy and see if I can't treat you guys to breakfast. What do you think of that?" He farts.

Much less she staying in her wet clothes, all in the name of 'duty'. As usual, all my things had been unpacked and put where they were meant to be without me having to lift a finger. This was my childhood bedroom, but it had been redesigned to fit my current taste. The room brought back so many memories. I didn't remember sleeping here last night but I realized I was here when I woke up this morning. I went through my wardrobe and put on a simple outfit— I threw an outfit at Isabella and she rolled her eyes dramatically at me.

Chapter Twenty One After dinner, me and Roman gave Haley a nice warm bath and while I was getting her dry, he went and found her some nice, cosy Pajamas. Walking back into the bedroom with our bundle of joy all snuggly in a towel, I put her on the bed and Roman passed me a diaper and then her clothes. ‘All about teamwork, huh?’ He told me with a chuckle. I just smiled at him and puckered my lips for a kiss, which he gladly granted me. ‘Here, let me give her a cuddle while you go and make her a bottle for bed’.