Forced Diaper Wearing Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re not supposed to move too much.” “I’m fine,” she smiled. “You’re the one who looks like he just walked out of a battlefield.” He grumbled, “This is worse. There’s no manual for this.” “Actually,” she gestured toward the diaper, “you’re doing it wrong. Here—watch me.” Zayden helped her sit up a little more, and she leaned toward the crib, reaching out with a practiced ease. Her movements were tender, natural. She wiped the baby gently, applied a thin layer of cream, and adjusted the fresh diaper with perfect precision.

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.”

Missy POV “Ready baby?” Adrian asks, helping me out of the wheelchair with one arm, his other hand holding our son who is sleeping in his carseat. The nurse waves goodbye to us at the door, then heads back into the hospital. “Yeah, but I feel like I’m wearing a diaper,” I complained, the chafing burning like you wouldn’t believe. “I’m going to look funny walking to the car.” He drove my mini van up to the curb, but I still have a good 30 feet to wobble, and I feel awkward and self-conscious walking in public.

“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.”

"The thing is, we can't just remove all the things that were on his body every now and then so, we informed him to use diaper." "What's the relevance of the diaper on his situation right now?" I asked with confusion. “He doesn’t want to wear diapers. He have gone wild, we don’t have any choice that very moment even if we don’t want to do it, we were force to hold him and tied his arms and feet then let your father put the diaper on him. He was crying and even though we want to do his request, we didn’t listen to his plea because we need to monitor everything.” "Is he okay now? Because I can't see anything attached on his body."

"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?

I was empty of emotion. When I calmed down, I bathed Uno. I borrowed their big basin and made it as Uno's bath tub. After that, I brought Uno back to our room with a white towel around him. He was so happy. Somehow it made me happy too. "We're going home tomorrow anyway. We don't have to fit in. We don't need to beg them to accept us here." I applied a petroleum jelly for baby on Uno's skin to avoid skin rashed when using a diaper. After that, I applied manzanilla on his tummy and head. I chose a nice pair of white clothes and wore it to him.