Messy Diaper Stories Novels & Stories

I waited with the ladies while their ride showed up. "Unusually fun and interesting," Courtney said. "Mystery Babe will be impressed. We'll be in touch." Next weekend, I met the ladies outside an art gallery. "Okay, Nick, I'll have to give you credit," Courtney said. "Whether you made that fantasy up, or it really played out that way in your head, you nailed it. As you know, we had to go relieve some tension and then clean up some sodden panties in the restroom. Mystery Babe soaked her panties hearing the story herself. And the magic show rounded out the evening in an interesting way. Sophia was ready to call the interview completed, but I prevailed and reminded everyone why I'm in charge. I

I can't imagine this guy dealing with a shit problem, it's so funny. "I told you so," I laugh even harder, Theo just looks at me as I try to stop myself, "And, sadly, there's no way to stop those things from happening, it's something you learn with experience. But just so you know, never leave a child without a diaper unsupervised. The cool air makes them release their sphincters or something. I can't even tell you the amount of times Beau peed on me." "I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one," he says with a smile, "How old were you when you had to completely take care of Beau?"

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.

I continued, while my fingers rolled a strand of her soft dark brown hair between them, she seemed to not notice what my fingers were doing as she kept staring at me, listening to what I am saying. "... Anne called me and asked to help her with the baby... I took her to my bedroom... her baby! Her name was Lexi I guess... whatever! She began crying nonstop... Anne asked me to hold Lexi while she began removing Lexi's diaper... as she removed that diaper off... baby thought it was the right time and... she peed on me..." I said with clear disgust in my voice as that event flashed in front of my eyes.

“Just remember that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. Or at least possible future girlfriend.” “Well, I guess you can have the honor of the diapers.” “You know what causes that, right?” she teased him. “Nope. After five kids, I still don’t know how I got them.” Douggie grinned. “Pretty sure that it’s not A****n Prime. It’s not a two-day delivery.” Gina eyed him as she groaned. “Back order at the factory.” Douggie chuckled. “Damn, your bad jokes make me think of AJ.”

Savannah had been baking cupcakes nonstop since morning with Lizzie, filling the entire house with the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. Miles had decided that was the perfect time to ruin his diaper in spectacular fashion. Being the helpful, goody-two-shoes uncle that I apparently was, I’d volunteered to handle bath time and a fresh diaper change. Big mistake. Changing a squirming, happy, extremely energetic baby turned out to be significantly harder than defusing a bomb. At least bombs didn’t kick their legs like they were trying to win an Olympic gold medal in freestyle. “It’s going to rip, Sav,” I grumbled, staring at the stubborn adhesive flaps on the diaper. “Look at these th

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.

I say. “But that’s the point. None of us have to be the same. Some little girls like to wear diapers. Sometimes I do when I’m really scared or really stressed. But I never use the diaper. I take it off when I have to go. Some people use the diaper and get changed. That makes me feel sick, I mean for me. If my Daddy demanded I do that, it would be wrong.” “So, there’s no answer,” I say. “Great. Just great.”

Before hanging up, I reminded Mom, "You have to let me know when the date's confirmed, okay?" She chuckled. "You've always loved being in the middle of things since you were young. Don't worry. I'll definitely tell you." … When I got home, Yasmin was in the middle of scolding the two maids who watched Daphne. Apparently, Daphne had wet her pants again that day—three times, no less. Not only were all three clean pairs of pants used up, but other kids had laughed at her for it. The maids, clearly feeling wronged, explained, "Mr. Grant, Ms. Beech, we've been as careful as we can, but Ms. Daphne doesn't like wearing diapers. She says they make her bottom itch."

I replied smiling. "If wearing a diaper would make you call me your baby again, then I am in," he said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at his effort in making me laugh. "Did you tell the kids I used to wipe your butt whenever you need a diaper change?" I asked, smirking triumphantly. "Daddy! A lady wiped your butt?" The dark one shouted. "Eeew! That is gross dad, you pooed in your diaper." The fair one added. "Gosh! Guys, we also used to poo in our diapers and mum wiped our butt. And of course mum is a lady too." the third one clarified