Forced To Poop In Diaper Novels & Stories

So, my dad has to persuade one of the aircraft personnel to let us have a seat in the business class and somehow I was able to stay in the business class which was quite the miracle as it originally was an impossible thing. The flight back home was a tad bit worse than the flight we took on arriving at India because I gave my dad a really tough time. But it wasn't entirely my fault. I urgently needed to use the restroom in the airplane and for some reason, since I couldn't, I shat on myself; in the diaper I was wearing. I guess the toilet was occupied when I was feeling very pressed. I kept telling my dad, "I want to poo poo" but there was no way he could tell the person using the restroom a

I ended up falling asleep right away in her arms, I felt a paci being placed in my mouth which I took happily, I only woke up to her shaking me awake and telling me it's time to wake up. "Good morning Kitten it's time to wake up now" she says in her mommy's voice, I open one eye while the other refuses to fully open. She went to get my clothes ready for today, while she worked, I moved in bed turning around and yawning like a lazy cat. The second I moved I felt how warm the diaper is, I haven't gone to the bathroom before bed, I had an accident. I spat the paci out and tried to skip to the bathroom and take it off on my own, but mommy had other ideas, she had me pinned on the bed while she c

"Alright, let's talk about this later as you'll need to persuade Zion to come out. I'm sure that he feels really ashamed this time as he's really thin-skinned." Mango couldn't help but laugh the moment she recalled her son pooping in his pants. She had always seen Zion as a young adult and that he was different from the kids of his age but it was at this moment that Mango felt that his son was indeed just a four-year-old child. Nathaniel also laughed. Why did he poop in his pants? "I don't know, perhaps it's because of his stomachache and I have asked Sisi to give him some medicines." Mango felt that Zion was really cute the more she thought about it.

"Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle of the night every single day, but she does. She has your stubborn spirit. But yes, there's poop involved. Quite a lot of it, in fact, and I'm going to be late for work if I deal with it myself." Marcus groans again, already heading up the stairs.

ODEYA. I left the poop on my clothes and then went back to the cracked wall, I placed the foil tape over it and cared less if the poop continued to burst out of it and stained my hands. It was useless to cry now, this was my situation and I needed to get used to it.

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

Glancing in the mirror, I saw Justin adjusting a towel around his torso and I found myself smiling when our eyes met. Focusing on Crystal as she sucked her pacifier, I carefully removed her diaper. Groaning slightly, I held up the diaper and Justin, standing beside me at the sink, recoiled. "You knew I was using the bath...What the fuck?! Get that thing out of my bathroom! Goddammit!" Justin groaned, covering his nose. I laughed. "Are you afraid of diapers?" I teased, waving it in front of him. He glared at me, stepping backward. "Yeah, the ones that have baby shit...and how can you even breathe while holding that goddamn thing?"

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.