Rugrats Tommy Diaper Falls Off Novels & Stories

​"Elara! Fear not! Assistance has arrived!" ​I looked up to see Tommy—known to most as the guy with the permanent runny nose—scrambling toward the ditch. Today, however, he looked different. ​He was wearing a leather jacket that was three sizes too big and a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the morning fog. He looked like he was auditioning for a low-budget action movie. ​"Tommy? What are you doing?" I asked. ​"Protecting you from the labor," he said, puffing out his chest.

They were visibly nervous, Tom particularly. "Ohhh, you look very comfortable," Tammy said. "Well, this is our usual uniform in the house. George is being shy tonight." "Aww, that's cute. You mind if I join you?" Tammy said as she shucked her tank top, her breasts jiggling as the cloth flipped over them.

Dax said. “It’s just fries and a shake not a four course meal,” Tom said as they continued to walk. “And you better not spill that stuff in my truck,” Dax said seriously. He looked over at Tom who had stopped in his tracks all of a sudden. Tom dropped his bag of fries and his shake as he stared straight ahead. His face looked so . . . shocked that Dax actually thought he was going to pee his pants. “What is it?” Dax said as he rushed back to him.

Craig said. "Yeah," Benjamin agreed. "Okay, I'll meet you guys at the truck in an hour," I said to them. I knew they needed time to take care of a few things before we left, not to mention I had a few things to take care of myself. I left them to their own devices and went back up to the room I had been staying in to look for anything I had missed. As I walked by the nursery, I took a moment to look in on the babies. Baby Tommy was doing great his skin finally had a good amount of peach color and the sickly yellow hue was gone. He was sleeping and his breathing was deep and strong. I touched his little bitty hand enjoying the nice warmth, further proof he would survive. The only thing that s

Somehow, there was more on them than on the actual child. By the time I managed to secure a clean diaper in something approximating the right position, both of us were slightly damp, and my dignity had expired. Naomi appeared in the doorway, took one look, and immediately burst out laughing. “Oh my God,” she wheezed. “Ronan. You look like you lost a fight with a yogurt demon.” I held Rowan up, examining my handiwork. The diaper was slightly crooked but functional. Probably. “They’re covered,” I said defensively.

"Hubby, hubby! Mommy... daddy... ighting!" "Mom and dad are fighting?" I repeated, trying to see if I understood the little boy correctly. He hummed in agreement, stuffing his mouth with smashed potatoes and bread. Ryder chuckled, walking to Tommy and rubbing his messy mouth with a paper towel. He proceeded to wipe his hands and clothes, even cleaning the chair and floor of the leaking food. Then he took Tommy out of his chair and sat at the table next to me, placing the baby boy on his lap and playing with his fingers.

Tommy started moaning and apologizing. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I just got too excit… Oh God!" As I backed away from the beast, three more shots peppered my skirt, legs and boots. Tommy sank sideways, leaning against the door jam, breathing heavily. A long dollop of cum hung from the end of his cock. I looked down. I was coated with splotches of sperm from my tits to the floor. Some of it was running down my arms and legs, but the biggest blob was on the front of my skirt. I couldn't wipe it off, because cum was on my hands, too.

He winked at his wife, declaring, “I’m an instant expert.” Adrian had carefully removed Freya’s baby wrap. He inserted a new diaper under Freya before removing the dirtied one. Adrian wiped his daughter with a baby wipe and carefully studied her bottom. When he was certain that Freya was clean, he said, “There! Let’s put on your diaper.” He was leaning in closely, slightly lifting Freya’s legs, when, out of nowhere, his daughter defecated again! Some landed on Adrian’s face! At first, the couple was dumbfounded. Then, Riley laughed her heart out. Adrian hissed and said, “That was probably a rare one-off.”

They both chuckle. She scattered his hair playfully. “You’re funny.” Tanner frowned and glared at her. “Hey miss, men don’t like getting their messed up,” Triffany scoffed, she looked at her brother who was feeling like a man now. “Wow, he is matured too.” She smiled. “I have always been matured.” He boasted. She laughed, folding her arms across her chest. “Who do you think fixed your diapers?” Tanner’s face turned red. “That’s embarrassing.”

But then he grabbed the new diaper and—yep, there it was—started unfolding it the wrong way again. The tabs were facing down, ready to end up on Elias’s stomach. “Orrin!” I exclaimed, laughing so hard I had to brace myself on the table. “You’re doing it again! The tabs go in the back, babe. How are you gonna fasten it like that?” Mary was doubled over now, her laughter echoing through the house. “Oh, Lord, this is too good. Ma'am, you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Orrin’s face was bright red, but he was laughing too, that deep, rumbling sound that made my heart flutter.