Romans & histoires Messy Diaper Stories

” I asked, blocking my nose and stepping back a few steps. „Shut up and hand me that damn wipes!” He demanded as he rolled the used diaper under his son’s bum. I did what he asked rapidly. The stench began to spread and fill the entire room, causing a gag reflex in me and Rip. He demanded our immediate evacuation from the contaminated place, and I considered following his demands. I wasn’t expecting for a newborn pups to shit like crazy and smell terrible. „Just a spot over here, and we’re done.” Miles narrated as he used almost the complete package of the wipes I handed him before he took the little legs of his son, raised them, and secured a fresh diaper on his ass.

He brought over plates with simple turkey sandwiches and chips and we ate on the couch, our knees touching. Conversation flowed easy at first then turned playful. “Remember when we tried fucking in that tiny shower and I slipped and almost broke my dick?” he said with a grin, his hand brushing my shoulder as he laughed. I laughed too at the sound bubbling up real and light for the first time that day. “Yeah and you still finished inside me against the wall with water everywhere. Your cum leaked out of me for hours after.” My cheeks flushed hot and I reached over touching his arm feeling the muscle there.

as the dildo came out a little further. "It seems you've made a bit of a mess," she said. And then the dildo was out and I felt such relief that I came right then and there! Mom held the dildo up and I saw the 3 inch streak of brown caked from the head down its sids. My heart fluttered. I had never shit on a dick before! Of course, I've never had such a large phallus lodged up my butt all night, either.

daddy the meanie says. I ate my food like a good girl only needing my face to be wiped clean twice, a record for little me, I'm a very messy eater but still not that bad. When the food was over, faces are clean, and finally, we were allowed to roam free, we wanted to watch movies in our pillow fort, Justin helped us set the fort, while Julia got us cookies and sippy cups of milk, daddy, and Hazel weren't really happy about the mess we were making.

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it

He took out a diaper from the bag the doctor had left him and the pack of wipes. “This can’t be too hard,” he told himself as he lay the baby down on the couch. He checked and found a blue line on the front of the diaper. “Yep, you’re wet. That’s what the paper said that meant. Let’s get this diaper changed. Then maybe we can get some sleep before your mama wakes up and takes over.” He undid the baby’s diaper and yelped. As soon as he had the diaper off, the baby sent a stream of pee all over his leg. “Hey now, that’s not cool,” he told the baby. “Look little Alpha, I’m doing the best I can. I was not prepared for this. So, from now on, you keep the pee in your diaper. Okay?’ He fastened the

I was a goner. Convincing them took less than five minutes. Matteo whined. Luca raised an eyebrow. But in the end, they saw it too. The little boy that would become ours. And now— “Why does it smell like the apocalypse in here?” Matteo gagged dramatically as he stepped into the nursery, nose scrunched and a stuffed unicorn clutched like it was a weapon. “Because your son,” I said pointedly, “just gifted us a level-five diaper emergency.”

Marcus murmured, watching them. "I have no idea what I'm doing." "Neither does she. You're figuring it out together." After the feed, Marcus insisted on doing the first diaper change. It was a comedy of errors. The tiny diaper seemed impossibly small and complicated. The baby, objecting to the sudden exposure, wailed with impressive lung power. He fumbled with the tabs, got them crooked, had to start over. Keira, weak with exhaustion and holding back laughter, watched him panic. When he finally succeeded, triumphantly holding up the soiled diaper like a trophy, they both collapsed into helpless, silent giggles, tears streaming down their faces, the baby staring up at them with what looked li

I smiled, kissing her forehead. “And the girls’ first Thanksgiving, you tried making homemade mac n cheese for the first time. Remember what happened when we had a double diaper blowout?” I arched an eyebrow. A small smile started to shine through on her kissable lips. “Darius and Forrest were covered in baby poop, so they and the girls needed an emergency shower. You were watching Hikari, and I forgot to put the pasta into the water and burnt the pot because the water evaporated,” She tried so hard but failed as she laughed.