Forced Diaper Novels & Stories

She scrunch her nose, almost gagging, and not wanting to talk over the putrid smell of baby poop and to him. Mason forcefully took matters into his hands by clasping the arm that held the diaper before it loosened out of the pincers that barely held it. "Let me do it," he carefully folded the wasted diaper with a straight face, like the air around them was indifferent. Like it didn't smell of decayed meat or worse, "do you have wipes with you?" Louisa searched in the diaper bag and gave him the baby's wipes. "I used to do this to Louis most of the time. Any Vaseline or diaper cream?"

Elias kicked his little legs, cooing, and Orrin’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “Look at that. He’s happy. I’m doing it right, aren’t I?” “Almost,” I said, biting back a grin. “Now, clean him up with the wipes—front to back, always. And don’t skimp, because nobody wants a rash.” Orrin nodded, wiping Elias with the kind of focus you’d expect from a surgeon. But then he grabbed the new diaper and—yep, there it was—started unfolding it the wrong way again.

One side was higher than the other, and the fasteners were asymmetrical. “Hmm,” she said diplomatically. “Not bad for a first try. But it might need a little adjustment.” Kaelos frowned, staring at the crooked diaper. "How can it be crooked? I followed all the steps.“ ”Babies move,“ explained Dr. Helena. ”So you have to learn to work quickly and adjust. Let's try again.“ After five attempts—and five crooked diapers—Kaelos finally managed to put the diaper on correctly. He stared at his work with an almost childish look of satisfaction.

Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion. "I'll go," I say, rising to my feet. "If I don't get away from this computer for a little bit, I just may launch it across the room." "Thank you. He poops so much, my nose can no longer tell the difference between the smell of poop and baby wipes." "He got his constitution from his daddy!" I pat my belly and give her a big ornery grin. "Yes, he does. Also, I can't believe you just said that, weirdo. His diapers should be in the diaper holder next to the bed. If it's empty, check under his crib."

When she left the bathroom, he was laying out a small rubber mat onto the bed and had her supplies on the bed with the other things. “Is that . . . is that a changing mat?” “Yep. One of the things Gomez bought.” “But . . . you’re not . . . I mean, I don’t wear diapers, Daddy!” “Just protecting the bed in case of accidents.” He looked at her and she saw the amusement on his face. She stomped her foot down. “I don’t have accidents.” “Baby girl, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Turning, he cupped her face between his hands. “Sometimes, Littles have accidents. But Daddy is always here to help them. That’s his job.”

I can see Dan holding his breath as he deals with the mess in his son’s diaper…. “Shitting hell you two, what are you feeding him?! That stinks!” Manuel says and suddenly all four of them are rushing out of the room. Indie and I are instantly laughing. Goddess help those guys when they become Dads. “That is bad to be fair” Indie says. Dan cleans Finn up and puts on a fresh diaper and puts on his trousers again. He passes his son to Indie while putting the dirty diaper into a bag and getting up to go put the bag into the bin and go wash his hands.

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.

He rushed to the bassinet and scooped the baby into his arms with surprising skill for a man who, three days ago, had asked the nurse how to fasten a diaper like it was a bomb defusing tutorial. “Hey, buddy,” he whispered, bouncing him gently. “I know, I know. Life is hard. You were born three minutes ago, nobody lets you drive the truck, the world is cruel.” Mason wailed louder. Jaxon sighed. “Alright, okay. Brielle, is it food? Diaper? Existential crisis?” “Try the diaper.” He laid Mason on the portable changing pad and opened the fresh pack of wipes. “Okay, little man. Dad’s got this. Dad’s got—oh my—WHOA—okay, you did not warn me”

"Sleeping pills are terrible for a baby's health. Absolutely not. Where's her mother?" "She went back to get some things," Cyrus replied calmly. With no better choice, Zoey took the baby from Cyrus' arms. Unfortunately, she was just as inexperienced. The crying continued without any sign of stopping. Then a thought struck Cyrus. "Could it be that she needs a diaper change?" Zoey's eyes lit up. She opened the swaddling cloth, and sure enough, the diaper was nearly soaked through. Cyrus coughed softly and took two steps back. At the same time, he pulled a pack of diapers from his pocket dimension and set it on the floor. "I'll leave it to you."

I say and I grab Baelor first. I take him to the changing table and lay him down, I take of his onesie first and put it in the laundry basket and next I use a wet cloth to wipe down his tummy so he can pee if he wants to, I give him a few minutes and then I take off his diaper and throw it in the diaper genie, I wipe him off with wipes and throw that in the genie too, I put on some fresh clean diapers and a new set of onesies and since it evening and it's starting to get cold I opt for the one that covers his feet.