Fanfiction Diapers Novels & Stories

My hair was a mess, my face was damp, I could still see cum on my face, shit i need a full bath. Man what is my Dad gonna think about me? I wonder and I honestly don’t care

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”

On my other side, Cathy was flipping through a parenting magazine, occasionally making alarmed noises. "Did you know babies can go through up to 12 diapers a day?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That's like, what, 4,380 diapers a year? You guys are going to need a diaper room, not just a changing table." Taylor, who had been quietly working on his tablet, looked up with a frown. "Actually, it would be 4,380 diapers in 365 days, assuming the maximum of 12 diapers per day. However, the average is closer to 8 diapers a day for newborns, decreasing as they get older. So a more accurate estimate for the first year would be—"

"Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle of the night every single day, but she does. She has your stubborn spirit. But yes, there's poop involved. Quite a lot of it, in fact, and I'm going to be late for work if I deal with it myself." Marcus groans again, already heading up the stairs.

Sia looks at Type and smiles. "So you plan on protecting my daughter from ducks?" "Ducks are fucking spawns of hell if one comes near her the entire damn species will be extinct. I'm not even kidding. Fuck those damn birds." Sia bursts out laughing and shakes her head. Type scowls at her and she smiles. "Quack." "Okay the baby is mine now I will not allow my niece to be exposed to this!" Sia falls over from laughing so hard. "Don't change her diaper then I'm pretty sure the design on the waistband has ducks on it." Type eyes widen. "This poor girl." Sia wipes the tears from her eyes, stomach cramping from how hard she was laughing.

"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.

Diana waves her hand in front of her face, laughing as she says, “I think their bowel movements are synchronized, Layla; I will leave the clean-up duty to you, shall I.” I laugh, “Thanks, Diana.” Diana places Beth on the floor before leaving; I shudder when Ellie wiggles and poo goes everywhere. Once Ellie is changed, I wash my hands quickly before picking Beth up; she has been crawling around the floor. I gag a little when I see the mess in her nappy, she kicks her legs, and my hand gets covered in shit. I gag again as I wipe my hand and finish changing her; I look through the cupboards for the fabric conditioner to wash my hands with when Darius knocks on the door. He screws his nose up be

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.

Reaching down with frantic, shaking hands, I hooked my fingers into my skirt and my soaked panties, tearing them completely off my legs and throwing them across the floor until I was completely naked, my thick thighs spread wide on the carpet. Fuck this family stuff. I looked up at his wild, ravenous face and gasped, “I can take it inside my pussy too.”

"Back then, when I was a baby, I peed and pooped a lot. Mommy said, I have a sensitive stomach. I used up a lot of diapers. So, if we add up all my expenses, it would be about ...." Summer pursed her lips. Her head tilted up, as if she was thinking hard. "You have to pay Mommy a hundred million dollars." Kendrick flinched. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. "Are the diapers you wear made of gold so that you're asking for that much compensation?" "I actually feel like that's not enough, Sir. You also have to pay for the psychilogical damage that Mommy has suffered while taking care of me alone." "Psychological, you mean?"