Forced Diaper Wearing Novels & Stories

After careful inspection, he relaxed, content that her healing was still on track. Pulling the soiled diaper from beneath her, I tucked the ends in and used the tabs to close it tightly. Lightly placing the blanket back over lower half, I gave her skin a moment more to dry completely while I made my way into the laundry room. It wasn't difficult to find the disposal container; however, it did take a moment for me to understand how it worked. Apparently, after dropping the diaper in the top, there was a lever to engage an interior compartment to open, subsequently allowing the soiled diaper to drop to the bottom and close tightly again in the middle. Hmm...clever.

I guess I was wrong. When Ant needed a diaper change Dad handed him back to me. " Goof, can you hand me a diaper and the wipes?" I asked as I laid Ant down on the bed between my legs. I grab the blanket to unwrap him but Goof stops me. " Wait babe. You have had a long stressful day. I know you are in pain and need rest. Let me do it." Goof says as he gently picks Ant off the bed.

Zelda started to spank me making sure to cover the whole of my bum, careful not to hit the same spot twice. "Now are you ready to get dressed for the day?" she asks sounding like an angry parent, I just nod my head, yes, tears going down my face, I don't like pain! I let them dress me in the diaper that was warm and snuggly, much more comfortable than my usual skimpy underwear, maybe I do have a diaper kink after all. The bodysuit was more like a onesie, comfortable, soft, and full coverage, my hair was next brushed and styled in a side braid, I didn't look bad at all, no makeup was added making me look younger than I am.

It moved me so much, I even moved back into my chambers that night! I cautiously and nervously gave Bahari a bath that night with Kris and Jo Jo while Hunnie fed Hubi. When it came time to dress him, I had to bathe the poor kid again, because he pissed all over his self and me. Why is it when I lift his legs to put on the cloth diaper, he shit's out of his tiny bum like a fire hose! Never have I ever had to clean ANYONE'S feces off of me!

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.

He's only wearing a diaper, and he feels hot to the touch. "Oh Jesus, you're burning up," I mumble as I lift him into my arms, concern etched on my face. I check his diaper and notice it's overflowing with pee. "God damn it. I'm so sorry, son," I apologize softly as I lay him on my bed and quickly gather wipes and a fresh diaper. I take my time bathing him, ensuring he's comfortable in his baby tub. He visibly relaxes in my arms, the tension easing from his little body.

reaching for his father's nose and wrapping him in a hug as if offering comfort. Zane did his part to become a handy father; he completed a crash course on baby feeding and bathing through YouTube. During the first nights, things were a bit awkward, the bathwater was too cool, causing the baby to voice his displeasure loudly. Additionally, as soon as Zane picked up the boy upright, the diaper slipped down, and he realized that he'd dressed him with clothes inside out. Changing diapers and threading tiny arms through jersey sleeves were also challenges for the new father. After a few days, he got the hang of things and earned an appreciative smile from Klevin Jr.

“Sowwie, mommy.” Riko sighed as he gave her the sad puppy eyes. “Let’s finish our cookies and find our tree.” She suggested. The kids eagerly devoured their cookies and hot chocolate. Have you ever tried to help three toddlers out of snowsuits to use the bathroom? It’s not easy. Add in getting a two-month-old out of his to change his diaper and his entire outfit. Yay, diaper blowouts. Heavy parental sarcasm there.

I could not help the soft laugh that escaped. Sprawled on the floor, having gone through all the paper bags. Once again I was in tears, shaking hand over my mouth. Hendrix bought different brands and different sizes of diapers because he was not sure which was suitable. A large pile of clothes and baby products sat next to me. He even bought different kinds of formulas and a machine to which I unboxed and pulled out the manual to weep even more. It was a baby formula making machine. Warmth spread in my chest, not sure how I could thank him.

“Wearing diapers, swaddling and holding techniques. Everyone grab a baby.” Sebastian stared at the doll like it might explode. “It's not real,” Elara reminded him. “I know that.” “Then why do you look terrified?” “I'm not terrified. I'm... just being careful. Linda demonstrated proper diapering technique wiping, applying cream, securing the diaper snugly but not too tight. “Now you try!” she said cheerfully. “Partners, time yourselves. Let's see who can do it fastest!” “This isn't a competition,” the older dad said, laughing.