My Mom Still Changes My Diaper Novels & Stories

Please make her burp and I think we need to change her diaper also while I am going to take a shower. They nodded , her mother took the baby while Pia walked toward the washroom. And Viren came from behind the curtains and said in a whisper,"Mom, can I change her diapers, at least I can do this for her." She nodded , Viren took the baby and walked to the living room. He changed the baby diaper, remembering his lessons . After changing her diaper, he said :" Done! Okay, princess . It's time your daddy has to go. I will come again tomorrow to meet you, okay?"

I didn't even try taking off the diaper as I knew since they changed the diapers I use I can't take them off myself, stupid diapee! "Okay Mady, papa is coming" I heard dada's voice saying from their room, I guess it's papa's turn to change me, I went from having a dad...and now I got three daddies who loves me, I think I won here. "Good" yawn" Morning princess," he says picking me up, getting me ready for the day, I was hungry, couldn't wait to get some milky. "Milky daddy!" I said when he was finished getting me ready for the day, he even had my hair put in two pigtails, my feet were covered with some kind of shoes, they were still soft, I didn't mind them.

“But I’ll figure it out, okay? I can’t wake your mom over a diaper. I’m a CEO; I handle million-dollar contracts… I can handle a dirty diaper. Right?” The words didn’t come out very convincingly, but there was just enough determination to keep going. After a few clumsy attempts—wipes out of order, diaper on backwards, and a near disaster with the cream—I finally managed to change him. Clean diaper, dry body, and he now looked content. His eyes were beginning to get heavy again, eyelids slowly drooping as he let out soft sighs, pressing his little face against my chest.

" She glared at me before turning to leave. Cade took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders. I thanked him in a shaky voice. I thought my mom would leave me alone for a few days, but that night, she made a new account called 'Blossom's Mom' and began to rant about how unfilial I was. Everyone was shocked because her posts turned me into someone vile and heartless who had blocked my entire family and ignored my mother who was suffering from cancer. "So what if my daughter has become a star? I put my blood, sweat, and tears into taking care of her, and she forgot all about me upon achieving success! How ungrateful!"

And kneeling beside him was a withered, broken woman. Mom? What was she doing here? I couldn't help but take a few steps closer. Mom looked decades older than she had three years ago. Her hair had turned a shock of matted, filthy gray. She was using a dirty rag to wipe the windows of cars idling at the intersection. As she worked, she flashed a desperate, ingratiating smile at the drivers. "Sir, let me clean your windshield. Just a little change for a bread roll?" The driver waved her off in disgust. "Get lost! Don't dirty my car."

I decided to go back to sleep as it was a Saturday and the kids will surely be asleep. The constant wriggling woke me up from my deep slumber. Brie was trying to get out of my grip. " Baby stop moving and go back to sleep". I said pulling her closer. " I need to use the bathroom. You need to let me go". " No never". " In as as much as I want to cuddle with you right now i really need to use the bathroom". she said still wriggling. " Fine". I said letting her go as she practically ran to the bathroom.

My youngest brother Oren started to sob quietly, and minutes later, it smelled awful inside the car. My mother turned at us and started to get some spare diapers from her bag. "I forgot that I have some stored diapers inside my bag. I am sorry, Oren. Come here, my boy." She got Oren from the backseat. Using her handkerchief, she wiped Oren’s dirt and began changing his soiled diapers. My brother stopped crying. He is now sound asleep in our Mother’s arms after a few minutes. Mother started humming a children’s song, and after only a few minutes Elizabeth, Hanna, and Lev drifted to sleep, like Oren. I am the only one who is awake; I don’t easily fall asleep that much.

My father asked in a sweet voice, a tone alien to me. He grasped her ankle and lifted her bottom carefully to take off the dirty diaper. When I saw her poop, I now understood why she was crying. She was no longer comfortable with her diaper. Dad gently wiped her skin until she was thoroughly clean, and before he put her on a clean diaper, he checked on her skin. He shook his head, seeing red rashes. “When was the last time you changed her diaper, Alex?” He asked, taking the ointment from the pocket of the bag and gently applying the cream to her skin.

I mutter, my hand on the button of my jeans. “Mo, I changed your diapers, it’s not anything I haven’t seen before. Plus, we all have the same bits so hurry the fuck up.” My mother says. “Yeah, just hurry up!” Roisin agrees. “Fucking weirdos,” I mutter under my breath as I hurriedly take my pants and underwear off and slip under the paper sheet.

Cadence replied. "I don't think so, honey. Your Grandpa was much older than me," Janette began. "But did he know you when you were in diapers? Oh, God, Aaron never changed my diaper or anything did he?" she asked, the very thought causing her to almost hyperventilate.