Forced Diaper Novels & Stories

"How could you...pick up the child like that? You have to hold both of his legs to pick him up." Sebastian immediately panicked. "Oh, oh, both legs." He grabbed both of his sons' little feet with one hand and slowly and gently lifted his son's little bottom. After that, he used his other hand to fold the diaper and then took the soiled diaper out. They originally thought that he would directly throw it into the rubbish bin. Who knew that this manly man actually took the diaper up, put it near his nose, and smelled it?

Harriet was still sleeping peacefully with the front sling strap, while on each side of my hand was Harriet's bag and mine. I reduced my steps before stopping as the pain in my leg became more and more bothersome. Oh no, it turns out my scuffed bone (again). My consideration to buy new heels is always defeated by my mind who prefers 3 packs of Harriet diapers to get free 1. That's a crucial thing that you can only understand if you already have a child and (of course) limited money.

"Very possible. I'm annoyed at existing too, and I haven't slept in three days either." That got a tired laugh out of her, and Aria, as if personally offended by our confusion, screamed louder. "Diaper," Cat decided. "Check the diaper." I checked the diaper. It was, in fact, the diaper. Changing a newborn while she screamed bloody murder should not have been more difficult than disarming an explosive, and yet here I was, fumbling with tiny snaps and a wipe that seemed engineered by sadists. "You're doing the swaddle wrong," Cat said, watching over my shoulder.

In fact, Santhos' diapers were indeed a bit wet, so he said, "He's feeling uncomfortable because his diapers are wet as he peed in them. Let me change his diapers for him. Hayden immediately took out some new diapers and personally changed it for Santhos. He then took out a piece of wet tissue to wipe Santhos' butt as well. While wiping it, he said, "I'm cleaning your butt for you, alright? Once your butt is clean, you'll feel better." As he spoke, he started following what the babysitter was doing. Firstly, he held both of Santhos' legs and raised the latter's butts so he could wipe it. However, once he had held Santhos' legs, the latter peed all over his face instead!

Axel arrived at her side and said, "Don't walk to the bathroom because you are in a lot of pain right now, just pee in your diaper. You are wearing one right? Your mother insisted you wear one." Sherry shook her head. "Hell no! I can't pee in the diaper!" she refused to do so. Axel sighed. "Then let me carry you to the bathroom so that you don't have to walk," he offered. "No need. I can do it without your help!" She insisted stubbornly and proceeded to make baby steps towards the bathroom. She bit her lip and cried silently because it was so damn painful. Every step she took hurt so badly.

I’ve never worn a diaper before, for clothing choices she got me a onesie and some high knee socks and that’s it. Their house was very warm, but the onesie alone does show off my diaper which made me blush even worse now. She set me up on my feet, it was tricky to walk right now, I couldn’t close my legs fully which made me waddle around with the foreign thickness between my legs.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

“Nine times out of ten, it’s because of scented wipes or diapers. Parents think more fragrance means more hygiene, but it often means more chemicals.” Damon stilled. He hadn’t expected that level of certainty. “Then what should they change?” he asked. She tapped the page thoughtfully. “Focus on breathability instead of perfume,” she said. “Children move constantly—crawl, roll, run. If moisture gets trapped, irritation follows. A diaper that allows airflow? That would matter more than any cartoon design.” She paused, then added, “Also, simpler prints. Not flashy ones.” He raised a brow. “Why would prints matter?”

He pets his hair and helps him lie down. "It's okay, sweetie. Let's get this icky and stinky diaper off and go back to playing with toys, okay?" He nods and Leo wipes away his tears with his blanket. Type grabs his diaper supplies quickly and changes him as quickly as possible but still making sure that he wouldn't get a rash. Once his onesie was snapped back up, Type gets up to dispose of the full and messy diaper and wash his hands. Once he's cleaned up and relaxed, Tyoe puts a movie on for him in hopes of him completely unwinding.

Matias stared at little baby Diego. "So what do I do first?" He asked Marie. "Okay, first off you undress him carefully, then pull these two adhesive parts off." "Okay?" "You grab his two legs and slide the dirty diaper out, while holding onto his legs, wipe him clean with these wipes." "Alright?" "Apply a little of this cream to his butt before slipping the new diaper on,make sure the front and back are even before taping down the adhesive part."