Forced Diaper Wearing Novels & Stories

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.”

Both kids scream with excitement. “Yes yes yes!” They both yell then rush over to their drawers and begin to try and pick out clothing. I will likely have to dress them in different things after, but it’s always good to just let them pick out what they’re interested in. And guess what! They don’t need a diaper during the day anymore! Only when they’re sleeping. The only reason I had them in diapers at the birthday party was because with everything that was going on, they would’ve been to excited to even bother telling me they need to go “pee pee” or “poo poo”.

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.

So, both of them were getting along day and night. "Can you be more careful?" So, Yadon was complained about by Natalie. "Be careful when you’re changing the baby’s diapers. If you wrap it so tightly, the baby will not stop crying if it's uncomfortable." "He loves to cry too much, he’s not manly at all." Yadon said disgustedly. Natalie felt helpless. She felt like she was on the brink of exhaustion every day. She needed to take care of not only the little one but also the big baby.

*The little is expected to be a good little, no bratting allowed, (Occasional bratting or tantrums would be dealt with and are okay). I wasn't the worst person ever, I know littles sometimes go through phases and they like to have a tantrum or two, it's where punishment comes in handy. *Diaper and pull-ups. That's all the rule said, it's an open one since not all my littles would regress that young and would want to use ones, but it's an option nonetheless and they all could use it if they want to. "I Am Not Wearing A Diaper," she says between gritted teeth, shooting me with glares that were more of daggers than looks.

“I love you too. Come on, let’s go find you a nappy before you pee on me.” I don’t have to go far. Someone left his nappy bag by the foot of the bed. It has Willow’s scent all over it. I dig out a pull-up, and Adare obediently lifts his legs one at a time, holding on to my shoulders while I pull the nappy on.

These men were taking the ddlg lifestyle to a whole other level. "I-I don't need a diaper," I tried to say as stern as I could but the crying didn't really help. "Oh little flower, of course you need a diaper. Those muscles down there won't help you to hold it up to go potty." I didn't even think of that, that stupid syringe was now even worse then before. A couple of more tears were rolling down my face while David grabbed me some clothes, no not some clothes, but baby clothes. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can wear pull-ups if you are more settled in.” Davide said those world as they would comfort me, but they did not.