Messy Diaper Stories Novels & Stories

“Let’s see if you can handle diaper duty one-handed.” Bill raises an eyebrow. “You really think I can’t?” I give him a look. He sighs dramatically. “Fine. Teach me, oh wise one.” I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” ******************** Fifteen minutes later, Bill is officially humbled. He stands next to me, staring down at the disaster of a diaper situation in front of him. His fingers are still awkward with the tabs, his one-handed approach making things much harder than he expected.

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.

I made spaghetti and meatballs while she gave me all the gossip that was happening with her grandchildren. Her only daughter died a while back and apparently the grandchildren are all assholes. Every day there is one new problem or the other that they can’t seem to handle by themselves. Today, they are fighting over an old locket of their mum’s that they think is worth millions but in reality was gotten from a pawn shop. She was right at the climax of the story when my dad walked into the kitchen. She went silent as he greeted her. “Hayley,” he said and I turned to him, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

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.”

“What do you use to clean a baby’s bottom when they’ve pooped? Wipes, right?” “You've been on about poop for ages! Poppy didn’t poop! She just got her period, you idiot!” I snapped, my voice rising. This guy was impossible. Instead of taking me seriously, he laughed even harder. “It’s pretty much the same! How’s Poppy going to clean up the blood without wipes or tissues? Come on, use your brain! Do you want to swap places? I could take care of Poppy better; I know more about this stuff. She probably wouldn’t even notice I’m not you, since we look so alike.”

“Well one day I had a vision that caca and Cara was doing the huggy wuggy thing and that the social worker was going to walk in on them and catch them so I told her not to walk in but she did walk in then she saw them so she brought Cara to get a special pill that stops a baby coming so she wouldn’t have to poop one out like you guys have to” I chew my lip trying not to react but Emma loses it laughing her ass off, that in turns makes the rest of us break “We don’t poop a baby out Baylee” Ella tells her giggling “Yes you do, you just poop it out and it’s a baby. I saw it on a show one time at the orphanage when the social worker was trying to scare Cara and tell her If she doesn’t stop doing

I'm immediately on guard, wondering what has her so upset. Mari, however, stays calm. "Theo pooped mom! He pooped! And it stinks! You need to change him," she demands. "Why don't you change him?" she teases back. Myra crinkles up her little nose in disgust. "Ew, Mom. I don't know how to change a diaper." "Hmm. Maybe it's time you learned how," Mari suggests. "Mooom. Come on," Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion.

she wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily. “What goes in has to come out.” “Macey,” he looked at her with desperation. “Can you…” “Oh no, daddy. I had to change two diapers at the same time for two years. I’m sure you can handle one.” Mention of her struggle to care for the twins without him steeled his resolve. Turning back to the squirming infant in front of him, he set aside the tongs and took the process in front of him seriously. Following Macey’s instructions, and with no small amount of gagging, he managed to remove the dirty diaper and clean the infant’s bum. As he slipped on the new diaper, the baby decided it had to pee, suddenly becoming a fountain. “What the!” Julius je

I couldn’t wait to go back to work the next day to see what would be happening to me now I was officially the company slut. My car ride home was a blur for me as I kept going over my day of being fucked, groped and sucking so many cocks. I could feel a mixture of my own juices and cum leaking from my pussy and, due to my short skirt, it was leaking onto the car seat. As my husband, David, sometimes uses the car, I couldn’t let this happen, so every few minutes I had to reach down and scoop up the sticky dribble and then lick my fingers clean. This was a good way of keeping the seat clean, but was also counterproductive, as when the sticky mixture of cum touched my lips it turned me on even m

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”