Forced To Poop In Diaper Novels & Stories

"Don't be like this to me Joenabell, you're too adorable to handle. Call me daddy Joenabell." He lifted me above his face that stretches his hands upward, and I just look down at him while he is maintaining our eye contact. **PRHHRRTT** Then an unpleasant smell comes out, and he snarls at me. I clapped my little hands and giggle at his reaction. Love my poop dad. This is funny. If I could just laugh wickedly, I could have done it now. I couldn't control the itch in my butt that's why I poop. This is probably the result of being stressed as a baby.

He checked Charlie's diaper and then groaned at how much poop was crammed into the tiny diaper. “What exactly did your mother give you yesterday, huh? Why do you poop so much?” Charlie just chuckled softly, while Anthony was busy looking for a way to get rid of the diaper without having to inhale the rotten smell that came from it. But in the end, Anthony had to let his nose inhale the foul smell of Charlie's poop because he couldn't pinch his nose with his hands which were busy putting the diaper into a plastic bag.

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.

The only thing was that his buttocks still had poop stuck to them. Sherry was overwhelmed by the bad smell as she approached them. She pinched her nose as she took wet baby wipes and a diaper out of the bag. John took the wet wipes and wiped Flint’s buttocks clean without changing the expression on his face at all. Upon finishing the job, he threw the wet wipes and the used diaper together and glanced at Sherry. “Throw these into the trash can.” Sherry’s lips puckered up in distaste but she took the items and threw them into a nearby trash can.

It felt just like wearing a sanitary pad, but she was consumed by shame. As Javier Beckett's wife, she couldn't believe that she had to use an adult diaper at her age. It was such an embarrassing matter. "Mom, did you bring more? Your leakage is getting serious. One won't be enough," Betty voiced her concern. "And how am I supposed to bring a few more with me? How am I going to carry them around? It's easy for you to say!" Sophia hissed, her cheeks flushed. "The ladies are only bringing a clutch. I'll become a joke if I show up with a backpack. One is enough. Worse comes to worse, I'll just refrain from drinking water. Besides, I won't need to wear this stupid thing anymore after today."

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.

~~~ I can't tell but my stomach suddenly pulled together, causing me an unbearable pain like a menstrual ache. I pressed my hands to my tummy and had to rush to the toilet to empty my bowel. I spent what was more than an hour trying to defecate but nothing was coming out. After a few more trials, It seemed like I was having dysentery. My poop was filled with fat and water mostly. After defeating them, I tried to get out but the door was locked. I knocked and pulled on the door but there was no response, rather it was a light out.

We then both watched as our little girl twirled her stuffie around and hugged it tightly. After lunch Alice started to whine, James and I both looked at each other with scared faces. Please, please don't have an episode now, I pleaded. But as we both checked out why she whined, it was because of her diaper. "Pffeuh, she got me scared there," James commented. I laughed, "Yes me too." I picked the little girl up as she continued her whining. "Shush princess papa will change your diaper, no need to whine." James mouthed a thank you as I took her to her nursery.

And behind that plea, was sadness. "I-I have to poop," Emmett said and his eyes widened. He shrunk down into his chair and wished the world would swallow him whole. His face was hotter than ever, 'I have to poop? What the hell is wrong with me?' Emmett scolded himself. But it wasn't a lie. The poor Omega has had to go number two since he woke up. And since he only went pee earlier when the Alpha refused to give him privacy, his stomach was really churning now.

“Let me change his diaper.” “It’s okay. I can deal with smelly poop.” Chester wanted to do something for the child. However, when he unwrapped the diaper, the smelly, yellowish poop almost made him faint. Seeing that, Charity crossed her arms and did not go forward. She watched Chester clumsily change the diaper for the child. He even accidentally stained his pants with the poop. Chester was at a loss for words. His face nearly turned sour. He was under the impression that changing diapers was an easy task.