Forced Diaper Wearing Novels & Stories

Then, George went to look for Christin and Candy. Tianna, who was two years old, already knew that she had to tell the adults if she wanted to go to the toilet. Naturally, she would not need to wear a diaper anymore. However, Oreo was still a baby. Although Sigrid felt that Oreo had always been quiet and looked much more mature than other children, it was obvious that he was still just a month-old baby. When she took off his pants, she realized that his diaper indeed needed to be changed. Sigrid took out a new diaper. She first wiped Oreo's butt, then opened the new diaper and laid Oreo down on it.

Aria The next morning I wake up to the gentle cries of the baby. I sit up, looking over at him. I must have dozed off. He lays inside a clothes basket padded with blankets and stares up at me. He is swaddled in an old t-shirt of mine that is soft from years of use, because I had nothing for him to wear. One of Maddy's old shirt is tucked around his bottom as a make shift diaper. He has gone through three shirt diapers and two blankets in the barely two hours I have been home with him.

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.

“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 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.”

So for now, better to keep him in the dark. Having Abrille wear diapers was the only feasible solution I could come up with to tackle her urination problems. I realized it happened more often than we thought and that alone shouldn’t reach Hudson’s ears, he would only blame me more. Since it happens most often when she felt cornered and one can’t even predict exactly when that would happen, I resulted to making her wear diapers. It wasn’t for causal urination of course, just for emergencies. “Is everything okay? Aby?” Hudson’s deep voice suddenly filled the air and I quickly straightened up from my position. “Yeah, we’re good now. Right Aby?” I responded with a smile,

When Christian finally thought he was successful in it, another laugh escaped my lips. "What now? Can't you see. I won." He said annoyed as I replied, "You are not supposed to make him wear it like this, it's inside out." His mouth gaped as he felt his hopes being crushed. "Unbelievable.." He whispered looking at the diaper then at me and then again like this. I finally stood up and handed him Aletha. I then showed him how to make a baby wear a diaper. "Here." I said as I smiled and turned to him.

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?"

“How…w-what do I need? What do I do?” I pointed to the cabinet door. Noah opened it and saw the box marked “3”. He took it out and opened it. He set out each of the items. Three towels, three washcloths, three onesies, three wraps, three hats, three pacifiers, three little cloth diapers. Everything that we needed in order to get them cleaned and dressed.

The frown in between her brows was gone and he was smiling like he just won a lottery. I quickly finished cleaning his baby butt and put the new, clean diaper on after smearing some diaper rash cream around his crotch. Sometimes when I would be at home the whole day, I did not put a diaper on him but used one of those baby panties so he would not get rash from the friction with the plastic at the edge of the diaper. The baby’s skin proved to be quite sensitive and delicate which was why I tried my best to handle it with extra care.