Forced Diaper Novels & Stories

He had helped considerably when they developed an antidote for Tommy, and she naturally had to see him. "How about Omen's Ridge at noon?" "Sure." Irene agreed to it right away. "Are you going out?" Sheryl asked as soon as she hung up. "Yeah, I have to," Irene replied. "Get some cotton cloth when you come back. Diapers are bad and not airy no matter how good they get, and your baby always ends up with a reddened rump. We don't have enough—we have to keep changing new ones every time he wets them, so they're all over the drying rack right now."

He's only wearing a diaper, and he feels hot to the touch. "Oh Jesus, you're burning up," I mumble as I lift him into my arms, concern etched on my face. I check his diaper and notice it's overflowing with pee. "God damn it. I'm so sorry, son," I apologize softly as I lay him on my bed and quickly gather wipes and a fresh diaper. I take my time bathing him, ensuring he's comfortable in his baby tub. He visibly relaxes in my arms, the tension easing from his little body.

In the clinic, we had pads underneath her that they kept on changing and her diet was mostly made of liquids. "Come on Melody, let's go change you," I says, picking her up, she doesn't like this feeling, but she wasn't in trouble, it's normal, we all knew we'll have to change her, and she clearly isn't enjoying the feeling. Melody kept crying through the whole trip back up to her room, where I took her new clothes off, followed by the dirty diaper, and wiped her skin clean, making sure to add cream and powder to avoid any kind of rashes, and finally I dressed her back again, it wasn't so hard.

He seemed to be having a hard time putting it on. He kept cursing each time the diaper goes the wrong way. "You could've just called me" I walked to him and took the diaper from him. He snatched it. " Don't fish for me, teach me how to." "Alright. Give it." I took the diaper. " This is the front." I showed him. " And this is the back." I carried sleeping Leonard and placed him on my lap. "Look at me carefully." I spread the diaper then placed the back under him and folded the front on his groin. Then I clipped it.

Justin laughed and turned to my father. "Zaika left a decent male in charge so there is no hurry. Oh no! She is peeing on my leg!?" Laughing at the look on his face, Justin shrugged and blotted it up with the towel my father handed him. "Guess accidents happen eh little one," he cooed, causing Faelon and I to roll our eyes. Lucky for him my mom brought in a bag full of cloth diapers. Taking her from him and his finger she expertly wrapped the pup in the cloth. She handed her back to him with a smile. Apparently, Justin had been accepted into the family.

I quickly checked her diaper to see if it was full and noticed that the safety pin that had been used to hold her diaper had broken and one part of it was scratching against her skin and it had injured her. I quickly removed it and held her hand away from touching it.

"Thank you." She went on to help us with finding a carrier that worked. It was so perfect, and the fabric was so soft. I was elated. I mind-linked Cade. "My mom is going to be so jealous. Everyone in the North will be jealous this thing is so nice." I was practically bouncing. When we got the diapers, we got a ridiculous amount of wipes. I mind-linked Cade again. "You have no idea how excited I am about this. No washing, how lucky are we?" He smirked and signed. "I take it you like the south now." "It definitely has its advantages," I told him we need not bother with a stroller. I planned to use the carriers, which he seemed more than okay with.

The first thing Adrian woke up to in the morning is his son shouting, “No! No!” He knew what his son was refusing without getting out of bed. Diaper. Aaron hates it with passion. “Come here, baby. You should wear it,” Adrian heard his mom pleading her grandson to wear a diaper. “NO! Gran,” he was louder than Adrian heard from his room. “What is your problem?” He questioned his son as he laid down on the couch in the living room.

He checked Charlie's diaper and then groaned at how much poop was crammed into the tiny diaper. “What exactly did your mother give you yesterday, huh? Why do you poop so much?” Charlie just chuckled softly, while Anthony was busy looking for a way to get rid of the diaper without having to inhale the rotten smell that came from it. But in the end, Anthony had to let his nose inhale the foul smell of Charlie's poop because he couldn't pinch his nose with his hands which were busy putting the diaper into a plastic bag.

He folded, tucked, and secured the diaper so perfectly it looked like it had been ironed. "Done," Alexander announced, stepping back. "Done!" Christian shouted a second later. Damien walked over to inspect. "Christian... solid. Functional. A bit tight, the kid might lose circulation in the left leg, but secure." He moved to Alexander. "Symmetrical," Damien noted. "Aerodynamic. And... did you double knot the tabs?" "It prevents leakage," Alexander said seriously. "Winner!" Damien declared. "Alexander Grayson, Diaper King." I laughed so hard I snorted. Alexander walked back to me, looking inordinately pleased with himself as he retrieved his jacket.