Embarrassing Diaper Stories Novels & Stories

Although, to be honest, I have never seen him playing with cars, but rather, he collected them in his boxes, like a big person who wanted to have everything in perfect condition. But now, it wasn't the surprise of a child learning to walk at six months and hating to be picked up when he fell, much less the baby who threw away the pacifier because he didn't like it or the child who gave up the diaper at one year because it was 'embarrassing'. Now, he had really surprised us. Even when he told me the definition of embarrassment, I wasn't as surprised as I am now and Eugene is the same way. This was something that has left us stunned.

Then somehow we drift into talking about jobs, and I tell him about the time I worked at a call center and had someone scream at me for twenty minutes about their cable bill, and he tells me about the summer he worked construction and accidentally put a nail through his shoe. “Did it go through your foot?” I ask, wincing. “Just barely missed. But I had to walk around the rest of the day with a nail sticking out of my boot because we were on a deadline.” “That’s horrifying.” “It was character building.” I laugh and it feels good, feels normal, feels like I’m not constantly bracing for the next disaster. We keep talking—childhood stories, embarrassing moments, things we believed as kids that w

Right then I became a real crying mess, never in my life, I had cried so much. I think I cried myself to sleep because I was startled awake by the sound of thunder. I was still laying down on my stomach and my muscles were too weak to turn my body. I was itchy and burning down there and I noticed I had used my diaper and I didn't only pee. It felt so humiliating laying down in a crib, not being able to move with a full diaper. The worst thing of it all was the gag, using my voice was the last bit of freedom I had here, until now. I laid there for a very long time, so long that I had used my diaper again. It really started to smell. I had cried multiple times now and both men haven't paid me

"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.

"And no embarrassing baby stories!" Mom looked scandalized. "But the bathtub incident is my best material!" "MOM!" We all burst out laughing, and for a moment, I almost forgot about the contract, the lies, and the complicated web I'd woven myself into.

It’s an enormous relief to hear that I’m not the only one who feels this way. “Oh, Babygirl, I refused to go to the bathroom when my mate was around all the time. That was until we had kids. I think after that, I just figured he had seen it all and heard it all, so there was no reason to feel shy about any of it anymore.” She shrugs still laughing and I nod.

After hearing her question to her, she thought they already got busted. For her, that would be the most embarrassing thing to discuss. She’s thankful somehow. She knew Sheira is like a broken jukebox. Whenever she will know a certain topic, it goes on until the third week of the month. She will never stop talking about it if there’s a chance. That was really close! I was really close to embarrassment! “You know what? I really want to believe for a second that you two really make out somewhere…” She never lets her finish what she’s talking about. Instead, Rebecca covered Sheira’s mouth and pulled her out of the girl’s toilet.

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

That was so embarrassing! ***