Forced To Mess Diaper Novels & Stories

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.

I say. “But that’s the point. None of us have to be the same. Some little girls like to wear diapers. Sometimes I do when I’m really scared or really stressed. But I never use the diaper. I take it off when I have to go. Some people use the diaper and get changed. That makes me feel sick, I mean for me. If my Daddy demanded I do that, it would be wrong.” “So, there’s no answer,” I say. “Great. Just great.”

“Let’s see if you can handle diaper duty one-handed.” Bill raises an eyebrow. “You really think I can’t?” I give him a look. He sighs dramatically. “Fine. Teach me, oh wise one.” I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” ******************** Fifteen minutes later, Bill is officially humbled. He stands next to me, staring down at the disaster of a diaper situation in front of him. His fingers are still awkward with the tabs, his one-handed approach making things much harder than he expected.

I gave Zellor his robot so it slowly settled in. "So practice! Go ahead!" he insists. There was nothing I could do but let him do what he wanted to happen. I laughed so hard when he got a little poop on his hand. He insisted as if he was the one to remove the diaper so he agreed. "Eww!" "It's just me, eh!" I said laughing and cleaned up my son. "Eww! It's me, huh!" he still insists even though he is very angry. "This is practice for my future baby!"

I cover my mouth in the safety of the bathroom to stop myself from laughing. “No, AHHHH. Sassa, why did you do that? GAIA SHE HAS JUST PUT HER FOOT IN IT. HELP ME!” I crack and burst into laughter. My tummy hurts and tears leave my eyes from laughing so hard. Everything hurts. We had an agreement that whoever is holding them when the time occurs when they poop; it is their responsibility to change them. Well, it so happens I was going to do it, but he insisted on having her back so it sucks to be him having to deal with the poonami.

I was sure that she had smelt worse things. “Now, get the wipes and make sure that you clean every last bit of this little man. Remember, you're not managing anything. So you use it adequately.” I watched as she turned him around, lifted his leg up and cleaned every bit of him. She looked so graceful doing it. It was like it was her everyday chore. “Now, get the diaper, open it up and make sure that he's placed properly on it. If he's not, it'll eventually move and that will be such a mess. So, make sure it's placed properly and then secure the sides.”