Magic Diaper Story Novels & Stories

She wasn't crying any longer. "Mummy?" I called out to her, she hummed in response. "I have a story for you. Would you like to hear it?" "Go on." "Remember when I was five and Tolani was seven? There was this day she took out the new doll you bought for me saying it was hers since she had lost hers and you bought us identical dolls. Normally, I would over look such things because those antics of hers were normal at the time, but I really loved that doll and I did not want to give it up for anything. I remember going on to report to you everything she had been doing to me, I was in tears by the time I ended my speech. The question you asked me was, 'why did you not tell me immediately these t

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

“Daddy just needs to focus.” Another coin was inserted. The lever was steered closer to the target. But Cade failed again. One more time. Fail again. Meanwhile, Fay and Mika were squealing and prancing every time they got a doll. Mike looked enviously at his sister. He was already thinking how lame his daddy was when Cade said, “Don’t worry, daddy will get more dolls for you.” Cade inserted his coin again, holding the lever, moving the claw. Luck still didn’t seem to want to move on him. By his tenth failure, Cade’s face was sweaty. He kicked the clamping machine hard.

When I was little, Mom told me I'd damaged Gemma, my sister's hearing, so she and Dad gave Gemma ninety-nine "favor coupons"——every time she cashed one in, I had to give in. On my birthday, Gemma wanted mango cake. She used one of her coupons, and Mom replaced my birthday cake with mango cake, even though I was allergic to it. When Gemma got caught smoking at school, she used another coupon, and Mom made me take the blame for her. The whole school thought I was a troublemaker. For an entire year, no one would so much as talk to me. ... Between the ages of eight and eighteen, Gemma used ninety-six coupons. And ninety-six times, I was the one pushed aside. I thought that once she used th

The kind that meant life had happened here. In the children’s room, Zara bounced on the bed in her bunny socks, small fingers gripping her fox plushie, Clementine, by the ear. The toy had been mended three times already, once by Sebastian’s careful stitches, and once each by Ezren and Mia, in their own clumsy, crooked embroidery. “Will Big Daddy have a room for me?” she asked, voice pitched high with anticipation. Her braids swished as she jumped, cheeks flushed pink from excitement.

“Kids…” Max and Issa looked at the slipper in my hand. Silence for one second. Two. Then Max smiled. “Mommy has a weapon,” he said, awed. “Not a weapon.” I stood. “An educational tool.” Issa placed a hand on her chest. “That’s not Montessori.” “I’m not Montessori. I’m Bogotá with expensive concealer.” Max laughed. I pointed at them with the slipper. “Up. To. Your. Room. Now.”

It looked ridiculous against his large hand. "Her foot fits in this?" he asked, staring at it with genuine bewilderment. "Apparently," I said, folding a sleeper. "It's the size of a thimble," he murmured. "She's going to be so small, Ari." The reality of it hit me then. The fragility. "Too small," I whispered, tears springing to my eyes instantly. "What if we break her? What if I put the diaper on too tight? What if I drop her?"

“Mama’s trying. Please don’t scream like Papa does when he stubs his toe.” He didn’t care. His little fists waved, his red face scrunched, his cry sharp enough to cut glass. Milk leaked down my chest again, soaking my dress as my body ached to feed him, but he wriggled so hard I could barely hold him. I finally got the clean diaper on, my hair sticking to my forehead, my hands shaking. “There,” I huffed, kissing his soft cheek. “Fresh and clean. Now can we please join everyone else instead of being the circus act in here?”

“Baby, I’m home.” His little feet padded into the hallway, and he threw himself at me with the kind of trust that always humbled me. “Mummy!” I scooped him up and kissed his cheek. “How was preschool?” He launched into a story that made almost no sense, his hands flying everywhere like he was narrating a blockbuster. Something about paint, a dinosaur, and his friend Jose annoying him. I laughed at the right places, nodded, asked questions like a good mother. And for those minutes, Cade Reeves didn’t exist.

She patted his head like he was her oversized baby, repeating herself when Damian shook his head happily. "What's that?" He lay down, wrapping his arms around her legs. He moved her hand from her belly to his head. "Tell me." 'God, baby, your dad is jealous of you.' As she stroked his hair, she began telling the tale. "It's a children's story. You really don't know it, love? It's about a rabbit who races against a turtle." The book she was holding was a collection of classic fables-popular bedtime stories or early reading practice for preschoolers. The short text, accompanied by bright illustrations, made it easy for kids to enjoy.