Messy Diaper Stories Novels & Stories

“Those depend on weight but seeing as they are three months you’re probably going to be looking at size two unless you’re going cloth.” I shook my head. “Then Auri would be remiss for me to not tell you to get one of those diaper trash cans. She said there was no way she was taking out the trash every time of them pooped, especially with two. Those trash cans reduce odor are a must even if others say it isn’t.” “I…thank you…” Standing up, Hector ruffled my hair and I wrinkled my nose. “You have elders who either have helped raise kids or have kids of their own. Bryan may have you buy a ton of pool noodles for safety but he would be the one to talk to about baby proofing.”

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

At one point, the fake poop (which looked disturbingly realistic) nearly went flying across the room. "Come on, Christian!" I cheered from the sidelines. "You can negotiate million-dollar deals. Surely you can handle a little diaper!" Christian shot me a look that was half exasperation, half amusement. "I don't recall any of my business deals involving projectile poop, darling." Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Christian stepped back from the changing table. The diaper was on... sort of. It was crooked and looked like it might fall off at any moment, but it was there.

he shrugged, not doing a good job hiding his laughter. “She’s washing up and changing clothes after projectile baby poop.” I nodded, well aware of how that kind of incident could occur. I’ve seen it more than enough times in the five years since Gwen and Christina were born. And it’s not just my nieces, of course. I’ve seen this happen with others. Tie was a victim of a double hit of pee and poop when changing Thales once. It’s only funny when it happens to someone else. Thankfully it’s never occurred to me. I’m skilled at changing a diaper efficiently to get it cleaned up and into a fresh one before they can get me.

"You're just being dramatic, Ziah! She showed me a picture, and I'm sure she'll be back before you know it. Just don't overfeed him. And remember, sometimes he just wants attention—or a diaper change. You got this, Ziah—sort of.” Then I sniffed the air, and my nostrils were immediately assaulted by the baby's diaper. It declared war on our senses and launched a vicious attack on our noses. The stench was so overwhelming that I could almost see it. "Yep," Ziah said with a nod, "that's our little Alex's special gift to the world. Joy.” "Oh no, Ziah, please tell me you didn't forget to change his diaper!" Ziah shot me a mock-defensive glance, and his eyes were sparkling with amusement. "Hey, it

One thing no one ever warned me about was how much kids liked to gossip. “Last week, my mummy had an upset stomach. She ate the food Aunt Beth brought over and even though Daddy said not to eat it because it smelt bad after being in the fridge for so long, Mummy still ate it. She pooped five times!” She used her fingers to count to five and then showed it to Dami.

~«4 Daddy, Please ALEX I woke up with a big smile on my face. Last night I caught little Mia fingering her tight pussy and moaning my name like a desperate slut so I tied her hands, ripped her clothes, and fucked her hard until she was wrecked and full of my cum. I left her on the bed shaking. Now it was morning and my cock was already rock hard again just thinking about her young body.

He had tidied up the apartment beforehand, added a crib, bought formula and diapers, and even prepared several sets of baby clothes. I stared at those things, silent for a long time. I said, "You don't need to do this. It's not your responsibility." Andre, who was heating up soup in the kitchen, paused. "I know you're no one's responsibility. I'm not doing this out of responsibility." "Then why?" His face suddenly flushed, as if he had something to say, but he chose not to in the end. "I'll tell you when you're ready."

#Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy Andrea’s fingers were buried deep inside her soaked pussy when the door to her private cubicle in the quiet marketing wing clicked open. “Fuck—Drew, wait—!” Her colleague and so-called friend stood frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on the obscene sight: Andrea’s skirt rucked up around her waist, lace panties shoved to the side, two fingers plunging in and out of her glistening cunt while her other hand pinched a hard nipple through her half-unbuttoned blouse. The scent of her arousal was thick in the small space.

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"