Embarrassing Diaper Quiz Novels & Stories

Embry hops down into the den, holding a clean onesie and a diaper in one hand, and wipes in the other. Leaning over and sniffing Gunnar I instantly pull back when he farts, adding to his dirty diaper. "That would be your son," I gag at the powerful smell coming from our little boy, he's only 15 weeks old he shouldn't be able to produce a smell that strong. "Yeah, are you a stinky boy?" Jonathan chuckles at my reaction to the smell which in turns make's Gunnar laugh.

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.

“Let’s see if you can handle diaper duty one-handed.” Bill raises an eyebrow. “You really think I can’t?” I give him a look. He sighs dramatically. “Fine. Teach me, oh wise one.” I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” ******************** Fifteen minutes later, Bill is officially humbled. He stands next to me, staring down at the disaster of a diaper situation in front of him. His fingers are still awkward with the tabs, his one-handed approach making things much harder than he expected.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

David teased, making Daniel grimace at the impending future awaiting him. We all laughed, seeing how David's remark had caused an effect on him. "Yeah, and until the real trouble arrives, you'll have to deal with lots and lots of diapers. And not just any kind–the worst kind," William chimed in, his voice laced with amusement. "The ones that reek so badly you can't tell if it's your child or a skunk in the room."

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.

To make sure Sabrina got the full experience, I deliberately scheduled diaper changing before the labor simulation. Most people at the parenting simulation center were expecting parents. They followed the instructor closely and practiced with serious expressions. The moment Sabrina unfastened the simulation baby's diaper, the poop—made from a carefully blended mix of chocolate cream and coffee grounds—made her gag. She couldn't bring herself to touch it at all. Her brain automatically blocked out the coffee aroma. She ignored the instructor's repeated reminders and demonstrations and was already on the verge of a breakdown.

she squealed, kicking her chubby legs and trying to roll away. “Baby, you’re stinky. Come on, just two seconds.” I wrestled the dirty diaper off while she giggled and twisted, smearing a bit on my arm. By the time I got the wipes out, she was full-on running around the bathroom naked, laughing like this was the best game ever. I chased her on my knees, finally cornering her behind the toilet. “Got you!” I laughed, lifting her back onto the mat. She pouted but let me finish, only because I bribed her with the strawberry-scented lotion she loved.