Forced Diaper Mess Novels & Stories

Missy POV “Ready baby?” Adrian asks, helping me out of the wheelchair with one arm, his other hand holding our son who is sleeping in his carseat. The nurse waves goodbye to us at the door, then heads back into the hospital. “Yeah, but I feel like I’m wearing a diaper,” I complained, the chafing burning like you wouldn’t believe. “I’m going to look funny walking to the car.” He drove my mini van up to the curb, but I still have a good 30 feet to wobble, and I feel awkward and self-conscious walking in public.

Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change. Big mistake. Changing a squirming, happy, extremely energetic baby turned out to be significantly harder than defusing a bomb. At least bombs didn’t kick their legs like they were trying to win an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. “It’s going to rip, Sav,” I grumbled, staring at the stubborn adhesive flaps on the diaper. “Look at these th

“You’re not supposed to move too much.” “I’m fine,” she smiled. “You’re the one who looks like he just walked out of a battlefield.” He grumbled, “This is worse. There’s no manual for this.” “Actually,” she gestured toward the diaper, “you’re doing it wrong. Here—watch me.” Zayden helped her sit up a little more, and she leaned toward the crib, reaching out with a practiced ease. Her movements were tender, natural. She wiped the baby gently, applied a thin layer of cream, and adjusted the fresh diaper with perfect precision.

he said, and Stormee laughed. "Pee-pee things?" I lifted my eyebrows, and he laughed. He reached for the things in the box and showed me a piece of cloth shaped like a tent. "What the fuck is that?" I mumbled, and Stormee giggled. "You´ll see, when you change a diaper on a baby girl, you have to be very careful with the way you wipe her clean... but when you change a diaper, they get cold, and you will be drenched by the time you try to reach the wipe to clean him up..." Romeo explained...

“I don’t know to where even go from here. What do we even do with that land?” “No idea. We never did find a normalcy after Kristen was taken. Maybe we just need to focus on getting the pack’s moral back up and then worry about it next year.” As soon as I pulled the diaper off, I could see he was in fact wet. Pulling the diaper off and tossed it into trash that was sitting beside us. Grabbing a new diaper, I was about to put it under him when he started peeing. It went up and over his own head and on the floor. “SHIT!” I was both surprised and impressed with how far that went.

To him, the smell was no worse than a ticking time bomb. Fiona made a squeak sound and even moved her legs, her expression showing bits of relief and Anatoly looked at her before slowly holding her two legs with one hand and sliding off the messy diaper off her bottom. And just as the video had instructed, he wrapped the diaper gently while making a disgusted face. A security was passing by and Anatoly immediately called out for him. “Dispose of this right away.” Anatoly said.

“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.

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."

Evan described. "You make it sound like it's war, Evan," Wendell remarked. The man smirked. He said, "If there is anything I learned over the past week, babies urinate after they poop. So you need to be ready for that surprise. You put a new diaper under the old one, and only then will you open and start cleaning Amelia." Evan efficiently changed his daughter, and when he pulled out Amelia's old diaper, she urinated. The man said, "See that?"

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.