Forced Diapers Novels & Stories

I looked away, ashamed. “Hey. None of that,” Ethan said. “It's okay. You barely know me. Trust takes time. We'll get there. For now, how about we buy some sickeningly cute baby things?” “You don't have to,” I whispered. “I want to.” Ethan smiled. “Come on. This'll be fun. And you really do need some looser clothing. And diapers. Babies need so many diapers. Have you decided whether you'll want to use cloth diapers or disposable?”

“You need my help with…diapers?” His mouth twitched faintly. “Don’t sound so disappointed.” Despite herself, Katelyn reached for the paper. “These are their proposed upgrades,” he continued. “Thinner material. Extra fragrance. Decorative prints. Supposed to be more… premium.” She scanned the page, her expression slowly shifting from mild annoyance to concentration. Then she frowned. “This is wrong,” she said quietly. Damon glanced at her. “Wrong how?” “Fragrance in diapers is a terrible idea.”

As it is, I’ll have to nurse Matthan on the way. Once I’m dressed, I get the wraps that I use to carry my boys when I go to Araphyra. The sprites have been invaluable, making so many things for me to use for my babies, including these wraps. I have no idea what material they used, but it’s comfortable, it doesn’t irritate or rub against my boys’ skin, and it breathes, which is good for these long hikes. I grab my bag to put their diapers and wipes in, then I go into the nursery.

David teased, making Daniel grimace at the impending future awaiting him. We all laughed, seeing how David's remark had caused an effect on him. "Yeah, and until the real trouble arrives, you'll have to deal with lots and lots of diapers. And not just any kind–the worst kind," William chimed in, his voice laced with amusement. "The ones that reek so badly you can't tell if it's your child or a skunk in the room."

“Are you sure you are okay with that?” “Of course, love. This is about you and what you need. Now, if you said Hayden or something, I might have a problem.” That made me smile as he pulled out four crib sheets. They were all an outdoor neutral theme, so it would fit whatever gender they were. By the time all the gifts were done, we had so many clothes, blankets and hygiene supplies that I wasn’t sure what else we needed. “Thank you all for supporting us.” Maddox put his hand on my stomach. “I honestly don’t know what I would do without everyone behind me… behind us.”

There’s a whine behind her voice telling us easily the ordeal that she has gone through mentally. “It may sound odd but we found that the diapers with the most universal fit are cloth ones. We carry several of them in our bag along with clothing in various sizes. If she will let you, I think you have the most experience with infants considering you have two year old sisters.” Parker chimes in. “They are nearly three and already potty trained. Plus Austin is an actual father.” I push back knowing that he’s just simply trying to get away with giving me what most men don’t want to deal with.

I stretch my shoulders up giving her the view of my shopping cart, "five? you've got five? really?" "Do you want me to buy the whole store?" I pulled the bags up for the cash lady to scan the items for us, "What did you buy?" Lexi arranged the bags and supported her arm on the glass frame, "not clothes cause I knew you were going for that so just basic baby stuff, proteins, toys, diapers, cleaners, breast pump, and what is that thing called where you dispose those dirty diapers?" "diaper disposals?" she creased her eyebrows unsure of her answer,

A little too close to a wound I haven’t stopped bleeding from yet. As we sit on a bench sipping mango-ginger blends, she leans in. “Hey, I’ve got some baby stuff I’ve been meaning to donate. Bottles, clothes, even a bassinet, barely used.” “Oh? That’s really sweet of you.” She waves it off. “It’s just sitting in storage. Might as well go to someone who’ll use it. Besides, during the early ages, things are too expensive, and the babies outgrow them in a couple ofweeks, so why not help a friend? And if you can save some in that, you should. Diapers alone will kill your wallet.”

I complained quietly, lightly pressing my belly. Henry immediately grabbed my arm, tense and alert, his jaw clenched. “Careful,” Henry ordered, curtly, as if my discomfort was something unacceptable. Kate rolled her eyes but remained silent, watching everything, ready to step in if necessary. I opened the bag with trembling hands, feeling the plastic texture and the strong smell of new fabric mixed with paper. The first thing I pulled out was a tiny light blue onesie with buttons down the front. Then a white bodysuit, a soft pair of pants, small mittens, a little hat, and, of course, a pack of diapers.

“We do not put diapers on them at home, just normal panties and keep on changing as and when they get dirty. Too much diaper is not healthy, isn’t it?” “But here they are in diapers?” Kira continued. “Yes, miss,” the nanny nodded. “Sometimes only a few panties are needed, but sometimes, they can raise a pile of fifty,” she chuckled, “so, out of home, we prefer diapers. Don’t have time or people to wash the soiled clothes.” Kira nodded, understandably. As the nanny waited politely for Kira to ask any more questions, Jared’s eyes glowed and he growled loudly, making Kira and the nanny jump, and Jayden cry.