Forced To Mess Diaper Novels & Stories

he said, and Stormee laughed. "Pee-pee things?" I lifted my eyebrows, and he laughed. He reached for the things in the box and showed me a piece of cloth shaped like a tent. "What the fuck is that?" I mumbled, and Stormee giggled. "You´ll see, when you change a diaper on a baby girl, you have to be very careful with the way you wipe her clean... but when you change a diaper, they get cold, and you will be drenched by the time you try to reach the wipe to clean him up..." Romeo explained...

He’d definitely never changed his child’s diaper. “I thought you could handle it.” I teased, even if my own nose twitched at the stench, especially when Simona had any kind of meat before—like today. “That doesn’t mean I enjoy it.” “I don’t enjoy it either, but someone has to do it,” I said, then tickled Simona’s belly, causing her to grin. “Right?” “Dad should have never forced you into this position. You are too young to take care of two little kids, who aren’t even your own.”

I quickly checked her diaper to see if it was full and noticed that the safety pin that had been used to hold her diaper had broken and one part of it was scratching against her skin and it had injured her. I quickly removed it and held her hand away from touching it.

Mom is screaming in pain as Dad is telling her to push. “Remind me why I want to have kids again?” I ask, which gains chuckles from everyone around me. “Because Death says we have to. At least we guys get to enjoy the fun part and not have to deal with the pain of delivering the baby.” Kai replies, and I slap him upside the head. “I’m so making sure you have to change a blowout diaper,” I tell him with a grin. “What’s a blowout diaper?” Kai asks, horrified. “It’s where the baby’s poop explodes out of its diaper. It’s messy and stinky. You usually have to clean the baby in the bath.” I inform him as I watch Kai’s face twist in disgust.

Stephanie yelled towards Addie's bedroom. Mandy quickly put on a fresh diaper, trying to calm the child down. She didn't necessarily like diapers any longer, and she could sense that something wasn't right. It was causing her to squirm, and she began to whine, very close to pitching a fit. "We'll be out in just a second." She thought fast. "I had to change her clothes too."

“Sowwie, mommy.” Riko sighed as he gave her the sad puppy eyes. “Let’s finish our cookies and find our tree.” She suggested. The kids eagerly devoured their cookies and hot chocolate. Have you ever tried to help three toddlers out of snowsuits to use the bathroom? It’s not easy. Add in getting a two-month-old out of his to change his diaper and his entire outfit. Yay, diaper blowouts. Heavy parental sarcasm there.

Jasper stuttered. "Okay come down here on the pad, lay him on his back. Yeah, just like that. Now, unbutton the bottom of his onesie and pull it up a little bit." I said, I watched his every move, I grabbed the diaper bag and pulled a diaper and wipes out and when I looked back Jasper had his entire face scrunched up. "He pooped." Jasper said, making me laugh. "Yes, babies do that. pull the sides off and grab the front and make sure you pull it backwards." I instructed. I pulled out a wipe and handed him one. "Now whatever you missed you wipe up." I said giggling. Jenson came back in and his face twisted. "How does a smell like that come out of a tiny person." Jenson muttered. "Alright move

Declan “I’ll get her!” I jump up as soon as I hear the tiny baby fussing in the bassinet. “It’s my turn to change her diaper anyway.” “No!” Kaden whisper-shouts, all but shoving me out of the way. “You changed the last diaper. It’s my turn!” “Fine!” I can’t help but laugh at the pair we make, two grown men fighting over dirty diapers.

My shower was timed at three minutes, which was just enough time to brush my teeth. "Come here, sit on my lap!" he said, looking towards the stairs, this was a large house, apparently abandoned, everything here was old. "No..." Today it was just me and number 2 in the house. Annoyed that I didn't obey him, he walked over to me and threw me against the sofa, grabbing me violently. I had no panties on, the only one I had needed to be washed, I couldn't stand the stench I was exuding from myself.

An instant later, he demanded, “Why’re you bothering me?” I snorted. “Like I called to talk to a scroatbag like you. Get my sister on the line.” “She’s got more important things to do than talk to a shit stain like you. She’s busy wiping my kid’s ass.” My two-and-a-half-year-old niece Teagan was in the midst of potty training, and she was being a resistant little turd—much like her father—so I asked, “Diaper or toilet?” Ten sighed. “Still diaper. I swear, that kid’s going to shit her pants until she’s thirty.”