My Mom Still Changes My Diaper Novels & Stories

"Yes, I don't know what is going on. Ever since Billie gave me Charlie, I have been having this same bad dream over and over. It is so real that I peed the bed, I'm sorry." Mom shrugs her shoulders and replies, "Honey, it's O.K., I have to change the sheets today anyways. I am doing wash and it has been a week or two since they have been done." Feeling somewhat relieved, I sit back on the chair and await mom's scrumptious cinnamon rolls. She always makes them homemade and they are the best. After a few minutes, they are ready and when I get a whiff of them in the air, my stomach growls.

I loved it, this was what I needed, my two loved ones in my arms. The next day we could take our daughter with us home and we both couldn't be happier. When we got home I offered to change our little girl's diaper. It felt so good taking care of her again, but I forgot two things. One she rolled over during her changes, so she almost fell off the table, and two, she tried to eat the dirty baby wipes.

This boy was already big for being only 4 months old, eating will not be a problem. “Really? That would be amazing! I feel like I am already failing at being a mother. I don’t know how you have managed to do this with 3 kids all these years.” She said frustrated. “They say it takes a village…” I said with a sweet smile. “You will always have my support, ALWAYS. Just head over to my house whenever your done.” I sniffed the air and scrunched my nose. “However, you are still here now so I will let you take care of the bomb that just went off in that diaper.” I passed her Mason and the diaper changing supplies.

“Oh, he’s been making some strange noises over there, I think he has a present for you. Ben twisted his face up, not too happy about finding the surprise she was talking about. “Your Mommy thinks she’s funny, making Daddy change your poopie diapers, doesn’t she, Son?” He asked the baby, while opening the diaper to the liquid disaster that had found its way into all his chubby folds. “Oh, Son! How could formula smell so bad after it’s processed?” Brayden asked, gagging as he changed the diaper and cleaned his little bottom. Benny took the opportunity to pee on his father’s shirt while he was cleaning him. “Really, Ben? Why do you do Daddy like this every time?” Brayden complained.

"Ma!" "Christopher," she aped back in a tone laced with mirth. "As I was saying, since you can pretty much expect your own little bundle of joy to arrive in nine months or so if you don't wear a rubber hat ?" Chris moaned and covered his eyes. "? it's important for you to learn some of the basics so you're not useless to your mate when the time comes. Like feeding a baby. Or changing diapers." He held up a hand. "Wait a second. I've heard dad brag about how he never had to change diapers when we were babies. If he didn't have to, why should I? Isn't the rule of thumb preach what you practice?"

he warns me but I just shrug, getting comfortable for my nap over his chest. "Don't sleep, you need a change," he says making me blush, I'm just a baby or that's what he calls me, since the day I came to life, I wear diapers, I can't keep it in when I'm supposed to, and when the demon tried to make fun of me, papa made them all wear a diaper as a punishment! "Nu wanna," I whine. "Yes, a change, a warm bottle and then you get to sleep," he says taking me to his room, he's the best papa ever and nothing can take me away from him.

he apologized lowly. “No apology needed. It happens. But I will say that you need to stop fighting me and your father about wearing the nighttime pull-ups.” “Pull-ups are for babies like Daisy and Nori!” “Pull-ups are for anyone who needs them. You know there are adult diapers, too, right?” “I’m not a baby. I’m not wearing it.” I rolled my eyes and poured some bubbles into the bathtub along with some toys. “I need you to stop taking them off in the middle of the night.”

Especially now that both of you are parents. I let out a tired laugh, feeling the love and chaos of our families mingle in the link. I could feel Hans’ steady, protective thoughts intertwining with theirs, a comforting presence even though he is already at my side. Then mom Harley added, teasingly. ‘And Hans, remember—if you’re not careful, you might have to start practicing diaper changing soon. That little one isn’t going to wait forever!’ ‘What is it with everyone’s obsession with diaper changing?’ My mate murmured but everyone could clearly hear him as they all laughed.

Good thing I bought both pairs of shoes, huh? "Mom, get out. I want to get dressed." "Oh, come on. I changed your diapers, I won't see a thing I haven't seen already." "Get out." "Why do you keep believing you'll go to that date?" "Because you can't stop me? Now go away." "I won't move a step further."

"Let Uno play with it so he won't be too boisterous as you say while changing the diaper." "We should change his diaper, love." "To what?" "Pants. You know that?" "Uhh, no?" "It's still a diaper but it's a pants. It would be easy to put it on Uno. It will look like he is just changing a short shorts. "Have you tried that before?" "Not yet but it's April's diaper." "Ah," I nodded. "It can be. Uno can be so annoying sometimes you know." "How much more if he will learn how to walk?" He chuckled, both of his hands on his side. He was catching his breath.