Forced Diapers Novels & Stories

As he pilfers through the loot, he holds up the lace socks, tutu, and hair bows with one raised brow. “We are having a girl,” I remind him. “Will she ever dress this girly?” He asks, his mouth posed in distaste. I don’t reward him with an answer. “I know we’ll need these,” he states, pointing at box after box of disposable diapers. “They are expensive, too.” I’m glad he’s happy with some gifts we received.

Susan said, rolling her eyes as she added the onesie to their shopping cart. As they moved through the store, Leo began to loosen up, though his approach remained practical. “Okay, what’s next on the list?” Susan pulled out her phone. “Let’s see. Diapers, a crib, a stroller, bottles… oh, and pacifiers.” They made their way to the diaper aisle, where Leo stared at the options with an almost comical look of confusion. “Do we really need all these sizes? What’s the difference between ‘newborn’ and ‘size one’?”

"I calculated. Ten diapers a day per kid. 200 packs isn't much. Marion's the real nut, buying these skirts, Barbies, and the like. And he got 600 packs of diapers, emptying the store." Debra side-eyed Marion. "Why did you buy all these?" "It'll come in handy," he replied. "That will be in nine months," she said. "What's the point now?"

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 to long to come?” Sebestian 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 pyjamas he had been wearing for the last two days.

After washing, the she-wolf used a piece of cloth cut from the clothes to dry Kyrian, and then she put a diaper under him. "Hope you don't mind. There are no paper diapers here. We can only use cloth diapers instead."

"This is the emergency?" "Life or death, babe." He looked at both. "Cactus has character. Narwhal is whimsical." "Right? I can't decide." He picked up both. "We'll get both of them." She gasped. "You beautiful man." He bowed. "Your indecision is my command." Two carts later, they'd gathered: Three packs of organic bamboo diapers Five animal-shaped hooded towels A lullaby-singing bottle warmer A white noise machine that simulated the womb sound

I smile at her, “I’d love to. I have no idea what to get or what I’ll actually need.” “A lot more and a lot less than you’d think,” she answers ruthfully. “You won’t need anything fancy like a diaper genie, or one of those jogger strollers, or even a diaper warmer. You’ll never use it and it’ll just clutter the place up. All you really need is the basics- clothes, diapers and a whole lot of love. And I think you guys have that last one down already.”

"I’m at a loss, Vera. Before, I was distracted, scared you’d leave. Now that you’ve decided to stay, I still can’t think clearly." "I’ve been thinking too," she said, drawing a deep breath. "I have an idea. Just a suggestion, you might not like it." "Go ahead. I’m listening." "J.T. Comforts shouldn’t be limited to clothing. People wear clothes for years, in or out of style. But comfort? That’s different. Why not expand into essentials? Diapers, pads, underwear, socks, shoes. People need those daily. Retailers wouldn’t have to go elsewhere. We’d become a one-stop solution."

My parents didn’t want to drive long distances in winter, so we always visited them at their home after Christmas. I had a special Christmas present for Adrian that I would give him once we were alone. A gift box filled with a cute onesie with the words “Hello, Dad,” earplugs, Advil, and rug cleaner as a joke for that one time Sofia ripped away her diaper and pooed on our living room rug after eating red beet. It was a memorable moment that the rug didn’t survive. Apparently beet was harder to get out of fabric than blood.

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”