Peeing My Diaper Novels & Stories

Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."

I reach in to grab her, and she cringes. “Stop that, let me help you out,” I say to her. I reach in and pull her out of the crib. I cradle her in my arms. “You okay?” I ask her. “No, I think I am going to puke,” she says. I take her into the bathroom. I sit her down in front of the toilet. “I have to pee,” she says. “Use your diaper,” I say to her. She looks down and realizes she has a diaper on. She looks at me.

She picked Sunny up out of her playpen and led the way to the baby’s room. Seeming discombobulated, Carys did the best she could to demonstrate the diaper-changing process. Her words came out rushed. “You roll the dirty one up in a ball like this and put it right in the basket.” “Easy enough,” I said calmly, though the diaper thing freaked me out. “This one was just pee, but if it were poop, you’d lift her legs up sort of like this and use the wipes to clean her. I still use one wipe to clean her after pee, though.” She demonstrated the process of wiping Sunny’s chubby bottom, front to back.

Jas holds me until my legs get used to the whole standing thing again, then he looks up into my eyes as he asks, "Are you good?" I nod, standing tall as I walk to the bathroom. "I got this." I get into the open bathroom and squat down over the toilet. I'm afraid if I sit down all the way, I won't be able to get back up. When I'm done peeing, I look up at Jas. "Well, am I going back to the bed with pee on me, or are you going to wipe me?"

A sharp, stabbing pain rippled through my lower abdomen and when I took a step forward kissing my mate, I felt a warm liquid beginning to flow down my legs. Fuck! Did I just pee on myself? Is the pregnancy so draining that I can’t hold my bladder? However, I felt different. The pee was a lot and too warm. The fluid flowed out of me, down my legs and I felt my little boys squealing and moving vigorously in my womb, probably getting ready for their grand entrance. “Fuck!” I shrieked, gaining everyone’s attention. “What is it, love?” Zander whispered, alert. “ Daddy mummy has peed on herself.”The guests burst out laughing.

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.

I settled back down and held my bladder for five more minutes. The pee came with a vengeance to the point I was sure I would spray it out instantly. “Can I please use the toilet Alpha?” I asked again respectfully and politely beside what I was feeling. For a second nothing happened besides me dying of pee. I pushed up and moved my legs from underneath me. I began wiggling them back and forth as I stood. The standing helped but only for a second. I bent over, palms on my thighs with me groaning. It was coming! It was coming!

But first I need to pee. Daddy Spencer follows me into the bathroom, he takes my hands as I lower myself to the toilet, as though I need help. My legs are unsteady, but not that unsteady. I wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t. He pulls some toilet paper from the roll and presses it between my legs. There’s more blood when he wipes me. He holds the paper so I can see the stain. “It’ll stop soon,” he says, but I’m not worried. I’m more worried that I need a pee.

I drank it in for a moment, my heart swelling. Then the smell hit me. Familiar, unmistakable. My eyes shifted to his diaper. “Have you pooped?” I asked, my tone still light and playful, the smile never leaving my face. I lifted him gently from the crib, bringing my face closer to confirm. The odor was stronger up close. With a soft sigh, I lowered him back down carefully. My gaze moved to the shelf beside my bed where I kept his supplies. The carton of diapers sat there— nearly empty. Only one remained. Relief washed over me, followed quickly by a sharp pang of guilt. You said you were going to restock his things last week.

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