Teen Diapers Stories 소설 & 이야기

“I appreciate it.” “We are not at all prepared,” Heath realized, his expression blanking in shock. “We have no baby clothes, no toys, no nappies… Not even a bassinette.” “There’s nappies and clothes and blankets in here, along with some clothes which are less farmer and more sexy mama,” Harry announced thrusting the bags at Cameron and Heath. “And Diana says not to worry about a thing,” Jules added. He kissed Gera’s forehead before handing her to Talen. “She will spread the word and is sure she’ll get a collection for you by tomorrow. She says it’s the least she and Havermouth can do.”

She then pointed to Alice and then baby products. Alice thought to herself, What the hell is going on? Are they talking about having a baby? Soon, Zayden came back to her side with the cart. Although Alice told the staff to tell Zayden he only needed to buy a few packs of tampons, he still bought a lot. Curious, Alice asked Zayden, “What did you just say to her? Why did she point at me and then baby products? Did she want you to buy formula?” “No, she suggested I get some diapers,” Zayden answered, his face expressionless as he pushed the wheelchair and stroller.

Matthew continued "We put a square sponge on the emergency door so it won't make a sound when you get in or out. We turned off the lights pretending that there's a few electricity problem because we turned it off from the center so there won't be any evidence that we're there" Chris explained "Joan put your phone on the toilet , Lauren destroyed your dress , Cailey destroyed your heels so it's a clean kidnapping. Now what do you sister decide to say to your dad.. only that"

Diana’s eyes sparkled as she answered, “Yes, I would love to.” By the time we leave the house, our number has grown to six, Marian, Monique, Simone, Diana, Layla, and me. I had no idea growing up here that the supermarket stocked so much stuff for babies; by the time we left the store, I was glad we had the extra people with us to help carry the bags home. Once we take the clothes upstairs, Layla lays Ellie and Beth on the bed while we pack everything away. She covers her mouth with her hand, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes; her voice trembles as she says,

Luyando took in every piece of his being; the dirty sandals on his feet with enough holes in them that defeated the manufacturers original purpose of production, the tone jeans and the oversized sweater with a colour she was convinced could not be traced on the colour wheel. “Every single day….” the ten year old cried harder, no sound, just barrels of tears streaming down her cheeks. “Over here mum!” Luyando heard a boy shout from outside the tent. She turned away from her father to slightly open the tent so she could peep outside. Not far from their tent was a family of three; father, mother and son.

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.”

I said, almost whispering, holding her teddy in my arms. She raised up her head, looked at me and turned away immediately. I pulled her closer and gently asked why she was sad. The little girl wiped her eyes and responded. “I don't want to go back there. The boys are mean and they always laugh at me because I wear male underwear" she said, sobbing.

“We’ll talk about it later, boy. In here, it’s Daddy and his little. No grownup stuff.” Cade thought about that for a while. “I like that.” They sat in silence, Quinn holding him close. Cade sucked his thumb a little and Quinn said nothing. “Will I have to wear diapers?” he asked after a while. “Only if you want to,” Quinn said. “Nothing happens in here that you don’t want.” “I never thought I could have this,” Cade murmured. “What? Diapers?” Cade grinned, but he answered honestly. “Happiness.”

An instant later, he demanded, “Why’re you bothering me?” I snorted. “Like I called to talk to a scroatbag like you. Get my sister on the line.” “She’s got more important things to do than talk to a shit stain like you. She’s busy wiping my kid’s ass.” My two-and-a-half-year-old niece Teagan was in the midst of potty training, and she was being a resistant little turd—much like her father—so I asked, “Diaper or toilet?” Ten sighed. “Still diaper. I swear, that kid’s going to shit her pants until she’s thirty.”

It was a chaotic cycle of tiny limbs, giggles, and sheer stubbornness. "That’s it, Fenn, I’m done. I give up," Leela laughed breathlessly, flopping back against the pillows as she watched Caspian successfully evade his father's reach for the third time. "Diapers are perfectly acceptable pajamas. It's a heatwave in their world anyway." Fennigan held up his large hands in a gesture of mock surrender, his own hair disheveled from the fray. "You won't hear a complaint from me, Luna. They’re stronger than they look."