Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Diapers

I softly called to her. She was full of cuteness as she lay there looking up at me, cooing and kicking her little feet. “How’s mama’s girl?” Oh, wow girl you stink! Babies are cute, but man can they be disgusting. One diaper change was enough to make me question if I was up for this challenge. I have fought and won against one of the most powerful witches of all time, trained and fought against grown men ten times my size and now here I am getting my ass kicked by one shitty diaper.

Repeat. I never imagined a seven-pound creature could produce that much shit. “We’re out.” Diana appeared in the kitchen holding an empty pack of diapers. Hair in a messy bun. Face bare. Still beautiful. “The last one.” “What do you mean, the last one? I bought twenty packs last week.” “Well, she used them all.” I looked at the crib in the corner of the living room. Luna was awake, her little green eyes open, tiny hands swatting at the air. She saw me looking and smiled—a gummy, drooly, completely stupid smile. My heart melted.

My hands shake so badly I can barely grip my hoodie. I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. No bra underneath – my tits are small enough that I don’t always bother – and six pairs of eyes lock onto my chest like I’m the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen. “Keep going,” Jaylen says. He’s stroking himself through his towel now, not even trying to hide it. I shove my leggings down. Step out of them. Stand there in nothing but plain cotton panties that are absolutely soaked through – so wet there’s no hiding it, no pretending I’m not desperate for this.

I made it to the bathroom before the first tear slipped out. I locked myself in a stall and stared at the graffiti on the wall, wondering if any of the people who wrote these ugly, anonymous things had ever felt the kind of shame that sticks to your skin no matter how many showers you take. It got worse after that. A paper note stuck to my desk during class: "Creep" "Stalker" "Obsessed bitch" A whisper from the back of the classroom: "Heard she was hiding in the supply room. Creepy, right?"

I say. “But that’s the point. None of us have to be the same. Some little girls like to wear diapers. Sometimes I do when I’m really scared or really stressed. But I never use the diaper. I take it off when I have to go. Some people use the diaper and get changed. That makes me feel sick, I mean for me. If my Daddy demanded I do that, it would be wrong.” “So, there’s no answer,” I say. “Great. Just great.”

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

He stood up next to me, still completely nude, and leaned down to kiss me. "Well, as much as I appreciate that, Deacon, I'm not quite ready to have people talking about me. Again." I thought about the papers and online reports from earlier this summer and felt a little sick all over again. Pushing that memory away, I bent over to retrieve my skirt and camisole. "Oh, and there is the little matter of my panties, which you might remember shredding last night out on your sofa. I might be a modern, liberated woman, but my mama would be horrified at the idea of me walking around the hospital all day without my underwear."

“Bring them up, you can…set the bigger ones on the floor. Oh my, Krista…darling, thank you.” “Of course. Never can have too many. Mom says that they are a little big but your pup will grow into them and it’s good to have a variety. My brother was born and he went straight into size two diapers. Which is kind of insane but he was huge. Mom said she had to have her entire vagina sewed…” I pushed Krista aside. “She doesn’t need to be scared by you right now. Your mom’s horror stories would scar anyone into not having pups.” Smiling, I handed her the small little box I had. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

"I calculated. Ten diapers a day per kid. 200 packs isn't much. Marion's the real nut, buying these skirts, Barbies, and the like. And he got 600 packs of diapers, emptying the store." Debra side-eyed Marion. "Why did you buy all these?" "It'll come in handy," he replied. "That will be in nine months," she said. "What's the point now?"

“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.”