Messy Diaper Novels & Stories

She picked Sunny up out of her playpen and led the way to the baby’s room. Seeming discombobulated, Carys did the best she could to demonstrate the diaper-changing process. Her words came out rushed. “You roll the dirty one up in a ball like this and put it right in the basket.” “Easy enough,” I said calmly, though the diaper thing freaked me out. “This one was just pee, but if it were poop, you’d lift her legs up sort of like this and use the wipes to clean her. I still use one wipe to clean her after pee, though.” She demonstrated the process of wiping Sunny’s chubby bottom, front to back.

"If you guys are done washing, then there are a pair of poopy diapers looking for a change." Despite the crowded conditions, Chris, Gina, Naomi and Ethan squeezed and jostled to grab a dish to scrub or dry. Wrinkly fingers were a much better prospect than the smell that came out of his niece and nephews bottoms. "Someone has rotten breastmilk," Chris hissed, just to annoy his sister. "And someone might need to invest in lube," she replied. Yeah, his sphincter tightened in response. "Delicate freakn' flower my ass," he muttered darkly.

The words bursts out of Dad's mouth, with his face scrunching up in concern. "Oopsy!" Tracey's eyes dilates at this. And a sprawled Jess on the floor, with milk stains, burst into a full volume of wails. "Looks like she has poo on her diaper, as well." Damon points out, examining her bum with his index finger. With a huff, I swat his hand away, and shoot each and everyone of them, death glares. Including Dad on the screen. I pick Jess up, place her on my hip and begin to soothe her.

Martins and Eric flinched at the same time, their bodies jerking backward as if someone had just fired a gun in the room. For a second, nobody moved. The dirty diaper had landed squarely on Zoe’s face. Brown stains smeared across her cheek and nose, sliding slowly downward. Her eyes widened in disbelief. The smell hit them immediately. “Jesus!” Eric muttered under his breath, covering his nose. “What’s wrong with you?!” Zoe snapped coldly. Her voice cut sharply through the room as she wiped the mess off her face with trembling fingers. Disgust twisted her expression.

Mopping up some liquid with a dish towel that had spilled from a bowl, she added, “Why isn’t anything working?” Blinking out my dismay, I peered around the room, needing more than a moment to process what I saw. Numerous bowls of pale, creamy substances, an open carton of milk, a bottle of glue, laundry detergent, and bottled water cluttered the tabletop in front of her, along with a box of condoms with half of them open and littering the wooden surface like little wilted flags of defeat. On the floor beside her, Bingley ignored her cat toy and was merrily batting around another unrolled condom.

That night, after Mom went to bed, I ordered a new toy—thicker, longer, with a realistic head and a strong suction base. It arrived two days later in a plain package. I was carrying it upstairs when he appeared in the hallway. “What’s that?” His eyes narrowed on the box, nostrils flaring as he scented the air. My face burned. “Just… sanitary pads,” I lied, clutching the package to my chest. “Girl stuff.” He stared at me for a long, heavy second, that intense Alpha gaze making my nipples harden and my wolf want to bare her throat and submit.

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.

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

I groan to Malleus. “It’s a good thing there are four of us and we can all help one another. You can lean on me. You and I are the ones who seem least suited, but we can figure this shit out,” he replies. “I like that. We can tag team this diaper change shit,” I laugh. “At least you have a good sense of humor. Not everyone can laugh about how dirty diapers are their biggest nemesis,” Malleus deadpans.

"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.