Messy Diaper Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

Lee muttered as he tossed Juilan’s dirty diaper in the garbage chute. At first I thought it was a bit much to have a chute in the nursery, but it was quite handy and the room never smelled gross. “You’ll get the hang of it,” I assured Lee, handing him another diaper. I turned around to find the wipes as Lee gasped. “Aw, Julian!” I turned to see Julian had urinated and Lee’s shirt was the target. “Yeah he does that sometimes,” I laughed. “This is a Supima Cotton shirt!” Lee exclaimed.

It moved me so much, I even moved back into my chambers that night! I cautiously and nervously gave Bahari a bath that night with Kris and Jo Jo while Hunnie fed Hubi. When it came time to dress him, I had to bathe the poor kid again, because he pissed all over his self and me. Why is it when I lift his legs to put on the cloth diaper, he shit's out of his tiny bum like a fire hose! Never have I ever had to clean ANYONE'S feces off of me!

“It is true, cuz. Remember when he was sick two weeks ago? He slept so well in Annie’s arms. But once I took over, he pooped so much that the shit overflowed from his diaper and got onto my pants. You’re saying he doesn’t hate me?” Xandar tried to suppress his laughter before he added with an irrepressible smile, “Well, I mean…it just shows that he feels…comfortable to share his…dirtiest secrets with you.” Christian threw his cousin an annoyed glare and added, “The shit stain won’t come off.” “Give him a break, Christian. He’s only a few weeks old. And Annie said Ianne loves you.”

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.

After careful inspection, he relaxed, content that her healing was still on track. Pulling the soiled diaper from beneath her, I tucked the ends in and used the tabs to close it tightly. Lightly placing the blanket back over lower half, I gave her skin a moment more to dry completely while I made my way into the laundry room. It wasn't difficult to find the disposal container; however, it did take a moment for me to understand how it worked. Apparently, after dropping the diaper in the top, there was a lever to engage an interior compartment to open, subsequently allowing the soiled diaper to drop to the bottom and close tightly again in the middle. Hmm...clever.

Interactive toys and a baby monitor because she planned to use some room for her and that thing came in handy. My Urus was pretty full by noon, and most likely Mr. Dempsey had woken up, so we came home after an ice cream… which was a total disaster because the little girl got her hair dirty. "Is this the first time you've taken care of her?" —Asked a lady who passed by me, with a girl who gave desperate licks to her pussy. - Is it very noticeable? I answered smiling. " Yes. You look at the girl as if you couldn't believe she could make so much of a mess, " she explained with a kind smile . My advice? Buy lots of wet wipes. They are the salvation in that stage... every day they find new ways

Diana waves her hand in front of her face, laughing as she says, “I think their bowel movements are synchronized, Layla; I will leave the clean-up duty to you, shall I.” I laugh, “Thanks, Diana.” Diana places Beth on the floor before leaving; I shudder when Ellie wiggles and poo goes everywhere. Once Ellie is changed, I wash my hands quickly before picking Beth up; she has been crawling around the floor. I gag a little when I see the mess in her nappy, she kicks her legs, and my hand gets covered in shit. I gag again as I wipe my hand and finish changing her; I look through the cupboards for the fabric conditioner to wash my hands with when Darius knocks on the door. He screws his nose up be