Put Into Diapers Novels & Stories

I take Katrina and lay her down on the couch beside me, Lug stands on the other side protectively hovering. Poor Katrina is trying so hard to look around but her eyes keep closing. She hardly moves as I remove her tee shirt and pants. By the time I change her into a dry diaper and her pajamas she is sound asleep. Poor thing. I can’t imagine what she has gone through these past few months and at such a young age.

He huffed softly, impressed, then slid one of the documents toward her. “They manufacture feeding sets, learning mats, sleep aids… the usual,” he said. “Some of the employees, especially the product development team, are worried about getting laid off because of the change in management.” “They’re desperate, sending proposals which I am now reviewing. They want to venture into a rather cliche product that they haven’t tried before—diapers.” Katelyn blinked. “Diapers?” “Yes.” She stared at him for a second longer before letting out a short breath. “You need my help with…diapers?”

Even a pair of clothes in case she ended up spoiling the dress she was wearing. "I have packed your favorite chocolates and cookies, and here, I have also packed your favorite orange juice. Just like you have chosen, I have also packed the dresses which you asked for." "What is that?", She asked, pointing her finger. "This is a diaper, in case… "I don't pee in my pant.", She said, making cute faces. "I'm a big girl now. So, please take it out. It's so embarrassing." "But Scar…" "No. I'm not taking that thing with me.", She again cut mom in between. Mom sighed and took out the pamper from the bag.

Royalty nearly puked from the stench. He cursed, taking off the diapers. He covered his nose, and Zaiee frowned. His poop wasn't smelling. He kicked his legs in protest till Daddy began bathing him. Zaiee wasn't a fan of water. Immediately the hot water touched his skin, he bellowed. Crying and kicking his legs unhappily. Unfortunately, Zaiee's poop diapers laid close to his feet. Immediately he kicked, the diapers went flying to Royalty's face. It stuck and filled his face with poop.

Glancing in the mirror, I saw Justin adjusting a towel around his torso and I found myself smiling when our eyes met. Focusing on Crystal as she sucked her pacifier, I carefully removed her diaper. Groaning slightly, I held up the diaper and Justin, standing beside me at the sink, recoiled. "You knew I was using the bath...What the fuck?! Get that thing out of my bathroom! Goddammit!" Justin groaned, covering his nose. I laughed. "Are you afraid of diapers?" I teased, waving it in front of him. He glared at me, stepping backward. "Yeah, the ones that have baby shit...and how can you even breathe while holding that goddamn thing?"

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.

Taking both her little legs into one hand I lifted her gently and of course it was all over her vest and her back and it was yellow. Placing her pacifier in her mouth I went to work. Took out a new pair of pajamas for her and undressed her from the one that was covered in her poop. I had her in my arms so I wiped the rest of the poop that was on her back and surprisingly she laid still. Usually she would move or start crying because of the wipe that is cold. I moved the poopy onesie to the side away from her reach and took one of her towels and laid it on the bed and laid her on top of it.

It felt just like wearing a sanitary pad, but she was consumed by shame. As Javier Beckett's wife, she couldn't believe that she had to use an adult diaper at her age. It was such an embarrassing matter. "Mom, did you bring more? Your leakage is getting serious. One won't be enough," Betty voiced her concern. "And how am I supposed to bring a few more with me? How am I going to carry them around? It's easy for you to say!" Sophia hissed, her cheeks flushed. "The ladies are only bringing a clutch. I'll become a joke if I show up with a backpack. One is enough. Worse comes to worse, I'll just refrain from drinking water. Besides, I won't need to wear this stupid thing anymore after today."

They stopped screaming as the teats filled when the bottles rose to the correct angle. "I know, me too. Remember when we used to complain that they were taking too long to come?" Damon asked as he gathered the third load of diapers the babies had filled that morning along with their second change of clothes and the empty bottles that had built into a pile in the corner of the couch. "Remember when we used to wear clothes? Clothes that you could go outside in" he muttered miserably as he looked at his mate, sitting in the chair in the same pajamas he had been wearing for the last two days.