Put Into Diapers Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but smile, wiping a stray drop of water from my face. After drying him off in a hooded towel, I laid him down on the changing table. I grabbed a fresh diaper, opened it up, and shook a little baby powder into my palm, gently smoothing it over his soft skin just like Nadia had shown me. Then, I carefully slid the diaper under him, fastening the tabs securely before slipping his tiny arms and legs into a clean, soft onesie.

A year and a half later. I watch little Jeremy staring at me curiously while he has his fist in his mouth, drooling like a Saint Bernard. He’s lying on the changing table, waiting for me to put a clean diaper on him. How was it done again? The YouTube videos make it seem so easy... “Well, little one, what if I took you to church naked? You’re so small; kids get forgiven for everything.” “Do you really want to let him go around naked?” James leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “You don’t remember how to put on a diaper, do you?”

Chelsey watched as Lucas grabbed a handful of wet wipes before he wiped the baby's bottom clean. It never occurred to him that a butt that was smaller than his hand could get so dirty. The baby's hands were small, and his legs thin. He curled up in the crib. Lucas lifted the baby's bottom with one hand and placed a diaper underneath him before skilfully wrapping it up. Diapers of the smallest size were large enough for the baby because he was born prematurely. The baby's clothes were also stained with waste, so Lucas had to change his clothes for him.

If Maddox got out right about now, he will likely be heading towards the kitchen, which will only take a few spoken words from Emrik and Liam for him to find out that I’ve come back to the room to “change diapers” Grabbing a large suitcase from Maddox’s closet, I begin tossing random articles of my own clothing inside, packing mostly underwear and only a few outfits before I dash into the nursery with the bag and begin packing as many diapers as I can. Before the diapers have the chance to take up all the space, I toss a bunch of plain old, boring onesies, pants, shirts and some sweaters in as well before zipping up the bag and hauling ass back down the stairs.

“That reminds me, should we let her wear a diaper while she sleeps?” “I was thinking about it but the whole purpose of this method is for her to be diaperless for three days. I think if we let her wear one when she goes to sleep, she won't get used to not having one on at night either.” “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” “Yep.” “Waterproof mattress.” They both said at the same time. “Add a little step ladder too. It'll make it easier for her to get on and off. At least until she's big enough to do that without it. Actually, make it two so there's also one at the sink.”

Justin laughed and turned to my father. "Zaika left a decent male in charge so there is no hurry. Oh no! She is peeing on my leg!?" Laughing at the look on his face, Justin shrugged and blotted it up with the towel my father handed him. "Guess accidents happen eh little one," he cooed, causing Faelon and I to roll our eyes. Lucky for him my mom brought in a bag full of cloth diapers. Taking her from him and his finger she expertly wrapped the pup in the cloth. She handed her back to him with a smile. Apparently, Justin had been accepted into the family.

He made his way to the cupboard, the one he had filled with all her essentials, clothes, diapers, bottles, everything she needed, every little detail thoughtfully arranged by him. Grabbing a packet of fresh diapers, he walked back to her. Sitting beside her, he removed the used diaper and tossed it into the nearby dustbin. Once done, he unwrapped the fresh diaper. With a soft exhale, he lifted her little legs, sliding the new diaper into place. As he finished, he looked down at her, her face now calm, her cries reduced to small sniffles. "There, little one. All better now." He stroked her cheek softly.

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.

She scrunch her nose, almost gagging, and not wanting to talk over the putrid smell of baby poop and to him. Mason forcefully took matters into his hands by clasping the arm that held the diaper before it loosened out of the pincers that barely held it. "Let me do it," he carefully folded the wasted diaper with a straight face, like the air around them was indifferent. Like it didn't smell of decayed meat or worse, "do you have wipes with you?" Louisa searched in the diaper bag and gave him the baby's wipes. "I used to do this to Louis most of the time. Any Vaseline or diaper cream?"

The timing sucked but maybe it would give her some time to collect herself. “I’ll get them,” I said as she turned and put the kettle on again. I smelled them from down the hall and closed my eyes. I picked them both up and put them in the tub and undressed them. I took the diapers off and it was literally everywhere. I took the shower head down from the wall and I hosed them down in the tub, trying not to gag.