Forced Diapers Novels & Stories

"Right now, with everything going on, spa treatments aren't exactly at the top of my to-do list." Rosa shook her head slightly, her concern etched on her face. She understood. I tossed the spa gift card down on the counter with a defeated sigh. "Maybe a Target gift card would've been more practical. Diapers. Wipes. The endless mountain of baby supplies is far better than this. Do you know how many diapers I'm going to need?” She shook her head again, less subtly this time. “I don't either, but I looked it up, and it's staggering.” I sighed. “I—”

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!

“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.”

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

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.

She grabbed the changing bags that went with the green tweed material of the matching strollers and started stuffing them with diapers and clothes and wipes and creams before clicking her fingers and producing 9 ready prepared bottles of formula, passing the bags to Damon as she filled them with baby paraphernalia. "Why do strollers need leather handles?" Damon asked with a chuckle as he hooked the bags over the brown leather handles of the swanky strollers Adira and Jordon had gifted them. He grabbed the hand knitted blankets Monika had made for each of the babies and tucked them around Cahya and Hennessey, kissing their little hands and making faces at them when they just lay silently in t

“I don’t know.” Kaeden waddled over, saying, “It’s not for him, it’s for Parisa, he even bought my babies washing baths, clothes and ordered a dresser, which will come tomorrow.” Rayland looked over at the paper in Kaeden’s hand. “Why would he buy a dresser?” Kaeden flipped it over and said as he handed it to Rayland, “To put all the diapers in it, since we can’t have packets and boxes around on the floor, according to Chris.”

"Here are some clean clothes. You can hand me the wet ones and we'll get those laundered and put away in no time." Shivering as he stepped from the shower, he wrapped himself in a huge white bath sheet. Rosalie had left clean grey sweatpants and a new black t-shirt, but Michael blanched at the item on top. He picked it up, turning it this way and that. "Seriously?" "I know what you're thinking." Rosalie had returned to check on him. "But it's not a diaper. It's disposable underwear. See, you pull them on the regular way. And that way, accidents are no problem at all."

Germaine was not sure what to make of it. She had been here for just three days only, and she had seen the men wearing different types of clothing. If it wasn't fur, it was a dark brown material that closely resembled leather. This leather- wanna be material was presently wrapped around the lower part of their bodies exactly like pampers is worn on babies. On their feet were slippers with strings interlacing their toes and tied around their ankles also in the same material. As usual, their chests were bare.

Amara starts talking about shopping for the babies, and Sybil asks, “So where are you registered at?” Amara says, “I registered with A****n, Walmart, and two other places, for some high-end items too. What about you?” Sybil says, “Same. Parker’s mom said she’s paying for the nursery furniture, so we just need the smaller stuff like bottle warmers, sheet sets, that kind of thing.” Amara nods. “Yeah, my sister AT knows a lot of sustainable brands for diapers and all that. So just remember to ask her she’s got a lot of contacts.”