Peeing My Diaper Novels & Stories

In fact, Santhos' diapers were indeed a bit wet, so he said, "He's feeling uncomfortable because his diapers are wet as he peed in them. Let me change his diapers for him. Hayden immediately took out some new diapers and personally changed it for Santhos. He then took out a piece of wet tissue to wipe Santhos' butt as well. While wiping it, he said, "I'm cleaning your butt for you, alright? Once your butt is clean, you'll feel better." As he spoke, he started following what the babysitter was doing. Firstly, he held both of Santhos' legs and raised the latter's butts so he could wipe it. However, once he had held Santhos' legs, the latter peed all over his face instead!

Laying them out on the bed, I waited for Payton to finish her shower. It wasn’t long before I bounced up and down on my bed, trying to hold the fact that I had to pee so bad. She was taking forever, so I stood up and burst into the bathroom. I sprinted over to the toilet and pulled my pajama bottoms down, before practically falling onto the toilet. The shower had a glass door, and Payton had turned to stare at me with a disgusted look on her face. Choosing to ignore her, I moaned when I finally let it out. It felt incredible, but the moment was ruined by Payton’s screams.

“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.

Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion. "I'll go," I say, rising to my feet. "If I don't get away from this computer for a little bit, I just may launch it across the room." "Thank you. He poops so much, my nose can no longer tell the difference between the smell of poop and baby wipes." "He got his constitution from his daddy!" I pat my belly and give her a big ornery grin. "Yes, he does. Also, I can't believe you just said that, weirdo. His diapers should be in the diaper holder next to the bed. If it's empty, check under his crib."

Beth 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.”

Mom pretended like it was the most normal thing, “we will use a bowel schedule and a special diet. Things will be fine.” Was I a bad person that I considered my bowel and bladder issues a bigger problem than my legs not working? I didn’t want other people to be there when I pooped or peed. Or change the bag of my pee. Could they see the bag right now? I looked down and saw a bag with a light yellow color on the side of the bed. That was my pee. O my Goddess. I was starting to freak out again. But then I smelled this amazing smell. Cherries. Sierra? Was she here?

“I don’t know to where even go from here. What do we even do with that land?” “No idea. We never did find a normalcy after Kristen was taken. Maybe we just need to focus on getting the pack’s moral back up and then worry about it next year.” As soon as I pulled the diaper off, I could see he was in fact wet. Pulling the diaper off and tossed it into trash that was sitting beside us. Grabbing a new diaper, I was about to put it under him when he started peeing. It went up and over his own head and on the floor. “SHIT!” I was both surprised and impressed with how far that went.

I hate having to get up because I don't want to wake her up, but I have to pee so badly. I wiggle my way up from behind her and use a pillow to stuff behind her so she stays comfortable, and then rush to the bathroom before I pee on myself. While in the bathroom, I hear our front door open and Zion call out for me. I link him to let him know I'm in the bathroom and not to wake Odett up. "Are you okay?" He asks through the door. "Yes, I just had to pee really bad," I say with a laugh as I open the door.

she asks, I nod this time, I did sleep better than last time, my bum was still hurting but not as bad. "Let's get you changed shall we?" she says before pulling a mat on the bed, she unsnapped the onesie, and took the diaper off, I expected it to be clean, I haven't had an accident in ages. "Ohh look at my stinky baby" she says making my eyes go wild, I did not, not in my sleep! She got some napkins and began to clean me the cold air hitting my bum was another clue that I did pee myself in my sleep, my cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

Trent didn't even need to lock me in, the weakness that has taken hold over my body assured me that I never leave or move, even when I want to, today I decided to bathe, I smell, and I have a rash. Trent found out that I'm diaper dependent and made fun of me, of my need to be taken care of, he threw a closed pack of adult diapers on me, they didn't have any teddies or animals over them they were ugly and didn't go up and down like my old ones, I hated them so much, I had to teach myself how to use the bathroom again, I don't always make it, but I did most tomes.