Forced Diaper Wearing Novels & Stories

He knew why they were acting all fuzzy. It was because they wanted their diapers off. It was something their mother practiced with them every morning, so the twins were already used to it. The moment he removed the pampers and used a wipe each for the two, the crying stopped immediately like he had performed some kind of magic. However, he knew it wouldn't last since they would want to take their bath soon and also want their meal.

Adrian listened and nodded, committing none of it to memory and trusting her judgment instead. The stack began to grow. Then it doubled. Then it doubled again. Caps went in first, small enough to disappear in his hands. Then soft gloves designed to keep a newborn from scratching his own face. Several sets of socks followed in careful bundles. The saleswoman added light blankets for warm days and heavier blankets for colder nights. Swaddling cloths came next, folded into neat squares that seemed too thin to provide warmth but which she assured him were essential. Adrian accepted everything without hesitation.

That consisted of a board and a lot of bedding to keep warm. But Helen and some of the other women in the pack had told me there were many other things, like bottles and better carriers for children. Not to mention nursery stuff. I didn't know much about things like that. I also know they used disposable diapers here, which excited me. In the North, all nappies had to be washed and reused, and honestly, growing up with younger siblings, I had to wash some of those, and I hated it.

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

The first thing Adrian woke up to in the morning is his son shouting, “No! No!” He knew what his son was refusing without getting out of bed. Diaper. Aaron hates it with passion. “Come here, baby. You should wear it,” Adrian heard his mom pleading her grandson to wear a diaper. “NO! Gran,” he was louder than Adrian heard from his room. “What is your problem?” He questioned his son as he laid down on the couch in the living room.

I whined. "I know, you're a very big girl, this would be just for bedtime, to be safe," he says helping me put it on, it wasn't a diaper, it's just a pull-up, I could survive this, he helped me put on a footie jammie on top of it.

They stopped screaming as the teats filled when the bottles rose to the correct angle. "I know, me too. Remember when we used to complain that they were taking too long to come?" Damon asked as he gathered the third load of diapers the babies had filled that morning along with their second change of clothes and the empty bottles that had built into a pile in the corner of the couch. "Remember when we used to wear clothes? Clothes that you could go outside in" he muttered miserably as he looked at his mate, sitting in the chair in the same pajamas he had been wearing for the last two days.

The morning ritual began not with a security briefing, but with the "Diaper and Bottle Protocol." ​Amara stood in the center of the redesigned nursery, a twin on each hip. She moved with a practiced fluidity that made the heavy load look like a dance. But she wasn't alone. ​"Mamma, Dante’s thermal levels are rising. I think he needs the cotton onesie, not the wool," Lorenzo noted, checking his younger brother’s forehead with a gentle hand. At nearly eight, Lorenzo had become a "Senior Consultant" in infant care, his logical mind finding deep satisfaction in the predictable needs of the twins.

Mitsuhide chuckled. “Honestly not that much. One thing I want them to know is how to play. I think that overstimulation is just as dangerous as under. So, in the beginning, we should have diapers, wipes, and formula. At least a few weeks’ worth of those things. Some basic clothes, Two swings. Two bouncers, their car seats and two pack and plays. I think we can hold off on the cribs and all of that until we know they are out of the danger zone.” Kit said. “since they are more expensive and harder to get rid of.”