Forced Diaper Wearing Novels & Stories

I helped him lay her changing cloth on his coffee table on which he placed her and removed he onesie to change the diapers. He smiled at her and tickled her the inside of her legs making her giggle. “Dada is going to remove these dirty ones and give you fresh ones for you to poop and pee in.” I tried to hold in my laughter as he played with her while putting on the new diaper. She looked so happy and peaceful in his arms and I am sure he felt the same.

"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."

He winked at his wife, declaring, “I’m an instant expert.” Adrian had carefully removed Freya’s baby wrap. He inserted a new diaper under Freya before removing the dirtied one. Adrian wiped his daughter with a baby wipe and carefully studied her bottom. When he was certain that Freya was clean, he said, “There! Let’s put on your diaper.” He was leaning in closely, slightly lifting Freya’s legs, when, out of nowhere, his daughter defecated again! Some landed on Adrian’s face! At first, the couple was dumbfounded. Then, Riley laughed her heart out. Adrian hissed and said, “That was probably a rare one-off.”

A whole entire package of extreme inconvenience and unease. Since I could make locomotive movements, I had to wear diapers like a toddler so I could pee and poo in it whenever I felt the urge and then the diapers would get changed regularly. I had to wear diapers because the first time I had excreted after receiving intravenous injections, I was so uncomfortable, that I desperately wished I could tear all of those thick plaster towering over my legs and pull out of those metal rods over my body even if it requires a large pound of my flesh tearing apart.

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.

“Those depend on weight but seeing as they are three months you’re probably going to be looking at size two unless you’re going cloth.” I shook my head. “Then Auri would be remiss for me to not tell you to get one of those diaper trash cans. She said there was no way she was taking out the trash every time of them pooped, especially with two. Those trash cans reduce odor are a must even if others say it isn’t.” “I…thank you…” Standing up, Hector ruffled my hair and I wrinkled my nose. “You have elders who either have helped raise kids or have kids of their own. Bryan may have you buy a ton of pool noodles for safety but he would be the one to talk to about baby proofing.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” “What?” he asked. “You,” I said, looking at him fully now. “The man who barely smiled at weddings is standing here debating baby shoes.” His expression shifted—just slightly. “She’s different,” he said quietly. That did it. The laughter faded into something warmer. We continued shopping. Blankets—cashmere, organic cotton, bamboo blends. Bottles. Pacifiers. Swaddles. A diaper bag that looked more expensive than most handbags. “This one,” he said, pointing. “It has proper back support.”

I replied smiling. "If wearing a diaper would make you call me your baby again, then I am in," he said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at his effort in making me laugh. "Did you tell the kids I used to wipe your butt whenever you need a diaper change?" I asked, smirking triumphantly. "Daddy! A lady wiped your butt?" The dark one shouted. "Eeew! That is gross dad, you pooed in your diaper." The fair one added. "Gosh! Guys, we also used to poo in our diapers and mum wiped our butt. And of course mum is a lady too." the third one clarified

Edmund couldn't deny that her behavior was quite adorable. “You find the jumpsuit and hoodie comfortable? That outfit just makes you look like a matchstick.” The toddler's cheeks puffed up. “I feel comfortable even though you call me like a matchstick. It protects me from insects and sunlight. It's just that ... it's a bit of a hassle when I want to go to the toilet.” Her fingers moved to pinch the button. “This is quite difficult to remove. Usually, it takes me five minutes to open one button. If Mama hadn't been there to help me, I might have peed my pants."

Chelsey watched as Lucas grabbed a handful of wet wipes before he wiped the baby's bottom clean. It never occurred to him that a butt that was smaller than his hand could get so dirty. The baby's hands were small, and his legs thin. He curled up in the crib. Lucas lifted the baby's bottom with one hand and placed a diaper underneath him before skilfully wrapping it up. Diapers of the smallest size were large enough for the baby because he was born prematurely. The baby's clothes were also stained with waste, so Lucas had to change his clothes for him.